1. Glamour Shots, Chapter 18


    Date: 4/17/2016, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 29, Source: LushStories

    her nipples, so I knew that ‘David’ meant yes. She felt the need to expand – and demur, all at once. “He may have – just barely – but it was while he was getting the shirt front just right. He probably just touched me with the fabric.” “Oh. Well, with such graceful, talented fingers, he could do that, I suppose. But he didn’t do this?” I rubbed my fingertips across the erect rubbery buds of her nipples and the slowly circled her areolas, and heard her suck in a shaky breath. “God, you’re making me crazy! No, he didn’t do that!” “Did you want him to?” She didn’t answer, and when I looked up at her face her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. It seemed like she was beginning to breathe more rapidly, maybe with a little ragged edge to it. “Would you have stopped him, if he had touched you like this? If Jennifer hadn’t been there, and he had touched you this way, would you have stopped him?” “Mmm, god, Davey…!” She’d made no denial, she hadn’t said that yes, she certainly would have stopped him! She was becoming very aroused, her memories, her fantasies, and my touch lighting her fire, electrifying her sex. Unexpectedly, so was I, my cock hard and throbbing under my sweatpants, stretching its little pouch. I leaned in and kissed her nipples, and then licked them, which turned into gentle sucking, first one and then the other until they were flushed and rigid, hard and slick with my saliva. Nuzzling them, I said, “And he didn’t do this either, I suppose. Do you wish he ...
    had? Did you fantasize about it?” “Oh my god, you’re so good at this! But so mean… Davey, this is torture, what you’re doing, so cruel.” All of that, and she never denied wishing he’d done more, never denied fantasizing about him, this older man with the beautiful hands. I laughed, maybe with a bitter edge to it, but she didn’t notice. “Yeah, that’s me, so cruel. Just your husband, left wondering…” I paused, then pushed her back on the bed - roughly, not gently, so that she was laying down, her legs still hanging over the edge. I tore her robe open and loomed over her, first sucking hard on her nipples and then kissing my way down her stomach, across her ribs, nipping here and there to elicit small gasps of pleasure and pain. I dropped to my knees on the floor, between her legs, and practically tore her little leopard thong off of her, casting it aside. Her sex was wet, puffy and aroused, pink and glistening with need, the tiny dark hairs around it wet and matted and her small opening glistening with the juices that oozed out of her. Without any preamble, without any gentle teasing or further foreplay, I buried my face in her sex, lapping at her hungrily, pushing my tongue as deeply into her as I could, hearing her cry out. I found her hard clit, rigid and jutting, and sucked at it greedily. I tasted us, our combined taste from earlier in the evening, but mostly her, her intense arousal triggering a copious flow of her sweet juices, and I swallowed her need, tasted more, and ...
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