Glamour Shots, Chapter 23 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 23

... at me. “Only you would think so! Even when we have one of our quickies you’re so very attentive to me - you always make sure I come first, and you’re always so… considerate, I guess. Kind and gentle. You don’t have to do that every time.” I was more than a little surprised to be finding out something so seemingly momentous about my wife after all the years we’d been married! “I feel like I’ve been letting you down, babe; truth is though, that’s just not me. I’m not sure how good I’d be at filling that role for you.” She leaned forward and our lips met. She bit my lower lip gently, tugging at it and pulling it forward before releasing it from between her teeth. Again our lips met, and her tongue explored my mouth for a long moment before she pulled away. “You filled the role pretty damn effectively a couple weeks ago, as I recall – you remember, that night that you totally lit me up like a Roman candle.” I was momentarily confused, until I remembered – not without considerable shame – the night I’d vented my anger and petty jealousy on her in the heat of passion, the night she’d said Derek’s name instead of mine. “Babe, that was… just something that was going through my head. I got carried away; it shouldn’t have happened.” “Huh! I’m glad it did. It was very exciting, a real eyes-rolled-back-in-the-head moment for me. I came so hard!” I laughed softly, my relief at the fact that she’d enjoyed it immeasurable. “Alli, I’m not sure I can repeat that performance. It was just ...

... something in my mind at that moment.” The truth was that I was pretty sure I didn’t want to repeat that moment; in the immediate aftermath it had frightened me, leaving me shaken over the realization that I could, potentially, have harmed the one person that means everything to me, the woman that is my whole world. I finally grew flaccid enough to slither out of her slippery embrace, my shrunken cock sliding free in a small gout of semen which made a wet stain on the front of my thin pants. She gasped as she lost me, closing her eyes for a moment at the intensity of the sensation. When she opened them she gave me an impish smile. “That’s what role playing is all about! You don’t have to be a caveman – I know that’s not you; you just have to act like one every now and then. Loincloth and club, if you need them.” “Yabba-dabba-do. Me Fred, you Wilma.” I smiled and leaned in to lick her nipple, causing her to shiver delightedly. “Here’s something I probably shouldn’t ask, but I’m going to anyway: You said you’d forgotten – how much you enjoyed being taken that way, I guess; when did you first discover that about yourself? Or how, maybe, would be a better question.” She just looked at me for a moment, not speaking, her eyes searching my face before she leaned forward and pressed her left breast to my lips for another bit of licking and sucking on her erect nipple. She was merely giving herself a moment to consider her answer, I knew, but I still enjoyed the feel of her firm little ...