Glamour Shots, Chapter 23 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 23

... matters with us. That was very odd in many ways, but it was also a good thing – or at least an enlightening thing! It made me realize that it wasn’t just me being sex-obsessed, that sex was something that was often on the minds of pretty much everyone we knew, it seemed. The biggest surprise was when I realized that it wasn’t just us horny men that thought and fantasized about sex, but that most women (or at least those in my limited sampling) also had rich and varied sexual fantasies and imaginations. Somehow I found it reassuring to discover that they seemed to be just as horny – and sometimes frustrated – as we were. In any event, by the time I leaned over my beautiful, sexy, sleeping wife and kissed her goodbye on Monday morning we were fully sexually satiated - a feeling that I knew would last at least until lunch time - and pretty much all-around satisfied with where things stood in our love lives. I stopped and got Starbuck’s for Marci and I, was appropriately impressed when the barista remembered her order, tipped him well, and was at work before eight o’clock. I’d actually beaten Marci there, although she walked in the door only moments behind me. I let her get settled at her desk and enjoy a sip or two of her god-awful coffee-like concoction before I strode out to say good morning. “Hi Marce. Did you have a nice weekend?” She gave me a brilliant smile. “Hi, Chief! Yeah, I got laid about ten times, I think, so I had a great weekend. You?” I shook, my head, ...

... chuckling. “I should have known better than to ask. Yes, although it may have been a few less than ten for us, I had an amazing weekend.” “Mmm, I think talking to you guys about our little proposal on Friday night left us all very turned on. I know I was, thinking about sucking that handsome cock of yours.” I looked around quickly to be sure there was nobody else within earshot. “Jesus, Marci! Can we maybe keep things a little more subtle – or, better, not mention it at all?” I knew I was blushing, and so, with nothing to lose, I pulled her panties from the inside pocket of my suit jacket and dropped them on her desk in front of her. “Here. I believe these belong to you.” Alli had laundered them with her own stuff, so they were just a tiny, folded bundle of black satin and lace. To my utter amazement, her face instantly went pink! She scooped them up and stuffed them in her purse. “Yeah, about that; Dave, there was definitely alcohol involved in my decision to drop my panties on my boss. Just so you know,” she shook her head and went on, “that was the first time in my life that I’ve ever given used panties to my employer – honest!” I laughed. “I’m honored… I guess. Imagine my surprise when Alli found them in my pants pocket and sprung them on me unexpectedly. I had no idea whose they were or where they came from, probably because my mind was also a bit foggy. That was one of those tense moments, trying to explain strange panties to my wife when my memories of the previous evening were ...