Glamour Shots, Chapter 23 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 23

... less than clear.” She had the decency to turn a darker shade of red, although she giggled. “I’m sorry – really, I am – but it was kind of sexy to be commando and have you aware of it. And it was especially nice on the way home; Michael couldn’t keep his hands off me.” “I’ll bet! We talked about your idea a lot, about whether it’s something we want to explore with you.” She leaned back and looked up at me, biting her lower lip for a moment. “And…?” “And we’re still not sure. It’s a big decision, something we don’t want to end up regretting. I will say that every time we started talking about it we seemed to end up in… an amorous condition, let’s say.” She laughed. “You’re so subtle – I think it’s cute! Every time we talked about it we ended up humping like bunnies – very amorous ones! So I think I can say that we’re on board if you are. I know the idea turns me on big-time, and Michael… well, what guy wouldn’t be hot and hard for your wife?” “Thanks, I think. Yes, Alli is definitely something, but so are you. Honestly, Marce, it’s a tough decision. I find you incredibly sexy, you know that, and we love you guys - but still. Oh, and Alli is a little intimidated by Michael’s… well, you know.” “His giant horse cock? Yeah, most women would be.” I laughed and shook my head. “Damn, Marce! Do you even hear what comes out of your mouth sometimes? I mean, do you even stop to look around to make sure some old lady isn’t going to overhear you and faint or something?” “Fuck ‘em! If ...

... they’re eavesdropping they deserve it.” She grinned so that I’d know she was kidding. “But tell Allison that he can be very gentle and slow – or he can be a raging bull. Whatever she wants.” “Actually, I kind of told her that already. It was an odd feeling, realizing that I was trying to convince my wife that she’d enjoy fucking some other really well-hung guy. It was a very surreal conversation to have, I assure you.” “I would think so; but don’t be so hung up on his – or your own - cock size, Dave. I’m not, and I guarantee you that Allison isn’t either. It’s a novelty thing and it’s fun, sure, but it’s not the be-all and end-all. That’s such a guy thing. For most women there’s so much more to a man than that.” I nodded. “Yeah, logically I understand that, and it’s the same thing Alli says, but on a deeper level it still works on a guy, you know? Can’t help it. Hey, listen, on that issue; Alli was thinking maybe just sort of a… play date, let’s call it. Get together, touch and play and do whatever feels right, but maybe no… ummm, actual sex. You know.” She looked at me quizzically. “No fucking? Do you think we could do that – stop short of that?” “Shit, how the hell would I know? I don’t even know if we can do any of this without one of more of us freaking out.” We looked at each other for a moment, both of us knowing that our relationship might be about to change. What had started as a work relationship had quickly blossomed into a friendship, and then developed into a close and ...