Glamour Shots, Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 10

... me. Michael laughed “Oscar the Penis – didn’t he used to be on some kid’s show?” I looked at him, and, despite the fact that he could crush me like a bug he fell silent and looked away. “So Oscar saw those pictures too, the really hot ones? And Michael, obviously…who else?” This was seriously bothering me, but there was also an unexpected undercurrent of arousal, knowing that others - men, in particular - had been admiring my wife’s mostly naked body. She looked at me, and then away again. “Well, Louis came to find Elaine, and then a few others. Everyone started passing them around, David! I didn’t know what to do – I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it!” Marci cut in, and she seemed almost angry with me. “And it wasn’t a big deal, Dave! I mean, come on – your wife is a beautiful woman, and the pictures are artistic and tasteful, not filth. There’s nothing wrong with seeing the human body naked, and everyone here is an adult - with the possible exception of you. Grow up, okay? Quit acting like such a prude!” “Marci, why don’t you just stay the hell out of it!?” I’d snapped at her; it was the first time since the day that I’d hired her that Marci and I had had an exchange that was anything other than humorous, pleasant, or professional, and I think it shocked both of us. We stared at each other for a moment, both of us wanting to apologize, I believe, but both too angry, hurt, and stubborn to go first. Michael took her by the arm. “He’s right, babe. C’mon, let’s leave ...

... them alone and let ‘em talk.” He led her away, and Allison and I were alone. After they left, Allison and I just looked at each other for a very long moment. It seemed to stretch out, but it gave me a chance to calm down, and to see the hurt in her eyes. That took the shock and indignation out of me, and I just felt deflated. “I’m sorry. Marci was right; I over-reacted. I just didn’t expect that everyone would be…you know, looking at those pictures. I thought they were kind of intimate, just for us, but I tried to be cool about you showing them to the other women. Now, well…” She reached out and took my hand. “I know, and you have every right to be upset. People you have to work with saw the pictures, and I know you didn’t want that. I didn’t plan it though – I was just showing a couple of friends and it got out of hand very quickly.” She looked around, and then back at me. “As they always say on TV, police think alcohol may have been involved.” I laughed, despite myself. “I’m sure! Well, water under the bridge, right? I mean, we can’t make them un-see the pictures. Like Marci said, you’re very beautiful – and, I would add, sexy – so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” I paused, considering whether to share a secret with her, and decided maybe it would be a good time to do so. “You want to know something?” She nodded, so I went on. “The idea that some of the other guys saw you like that, all uncovered and sexy in the pictures…well, it kind of turned me on a little.” She ...