Glamour Shots, Chapter 19 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 19

... clearing his throat nervously. Without beating around the bush or making any small talk, he got right to the point; I admire that about Oscar, he has a tendency to say what’s on his mind! “Dave, I wanted to explain about the party, and Charlie fucking my wife. I didn’t want you to think badly of anyone.” I laughed. “Good morning to you too, Oscar; did you have a nice weekend?” He grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry; good morning. It’s just been bugging me, that you might have misconstrued what went on there…” “Oscar, relax. First of all, no, I don’t think badly of anyone over that – really, it’s not for me to have an opinion one way or the other, since you’re all consenting adults, right?” He nodded, looking relieved, and I went on. “Also, as is usually the case, Marci had the inside scoop on the whole arrangement and she kind of filled me in, so I guess I sort of understand the whole thing. If you enjoy it, and Irene does, and of course Charlie does…”we both laughed at my ability to understate the obvious, and I continued, “…then who am I to knock it?” He leaned back in his seat. “It’s a weird thing, I know.” “Maybe just a little.” He laughed ruefully. “Look, I understand that I’m maybe not the most well-endowed guy, or the world’s best lover, but Irene loves me, and I love her. I just wanted her to be able to experience that, a guy who was hung and could fuck her that way. So she could enjoy that kind of sex, like she should be able to.” “I can’t believe I’m going to ask ...

... this, but was she unhappy with your love life? Is that something she expressed a desire for, that she wanted?” It was an odd situation, but he’d opened the door, and now I was curious. He laughed softly. “Oh no – god no! She’s so shy and repressed about sex…I had to talk her into it, and it took some doing!” “Okay, now I’m confused. Why would you…?” He cut me off in mid-question. “Have you ever watched your wife make love, Dave?” I shrugged. “Pretty much every time, unless we have the lights off. Sure.” He shook his head. “No, I mean to someone else, where all you had to do was observe her reactions, listen to her sounds, see her orgasm, how her body responds, and the look on her face. You’ve never done that?” I shook my head. “Sorry, Oscar, but no; by the time we were together Alli pretty much wasn’t making love to anyone else – and if she had been, I doubt that I’d have been invited.” We both laughed, and he continued his explanation. “It’s incredible! I mean, just the chance to sit back and observe, to see your partner, the woman you love, experience that kind of joy, that kind of pleasure. And I get to watch – or even when I don’t, I know what he’s doing to her. Sometimes I think it’s more intense for me than it is for her, the pleasure it brings!” He was almost shivering with the thought of it, the thrill he enjoyed from their fun and games. “Plus, as you saw, sometimes I play a…supporting role, I guess you’d say.” I nodded. “I suppose there’s something to that. I mean, when ...