All The Kings Horses - Sex Stories

All The Kings Horses

Reflecting on my life, I now realize Newton's third law of opposite and equal reaction applies to more than physics; it is also the rule of relationships. Unlike the video games we play on Xbox, the games we play with real lives have no do-overs, and might lead to dire consequences. You can spend a life-time shaping your character and establishing a reputation, to only watch it burst like a soap bubble. Very few decisions we make in life are black and white. When it comes to the theoretical or the philosophical concepts, it is easy to define absolutes, but the human factor always adds a variable not in the equation. The choices we face are not as much about good versus bad, than about desire versus reason, want versus need, or love versus lust. Humans are social creatures, and nothing motivates or defines mankind more than his sexuality. I consider myself to be an intelligent and self-controlled rational man. However, most of the really bad decisions I have made in my life have involved hormonal influences, ie women. So here we are, driving in the snow on our way to meet Gary, at the encouragement of my lovely wife Anne. Oh, I know it is suppose to be a Christmas party, but we know that is a ruse. If Anne gets her way, Gary will get to give her a present that she would not unwrap, but unzip. It seems nothing in my life is usual anymore, including my relationship with Anne, since we adopted this new open lifestyle. It has been a real revelation to watch her embrace the hot ...

... wife role so enthusiastically, maybe a little too enthusiastically. Even though I am constantly questioning the wisdom of this decision, I really can't blame Anne for any apprehension I might have, because it was me that initially brought up this fantasy. So here we are, a few miles from our encounter with our long-time acquaintance, Gary. He lost his wife over a year ago to cancer, and it has devastated him. It wasn't just her dying, but the manner of her death that traumatized him so. He was her only caregiver throughout the ordeal, and he had to face her dying a little bit each day. Anne had developed genuine concern for his state of mind and his general withdrawal from our social circle. After seeing him moping around at the Thanksgiving party, and finding out he has not dated in a year, Anne decided she had the solution to curing his funk and getting him back in the saddle, so to speak. A week ago, I had just returned from the store when Anne approached me with a slip of paper. "What's this?" I asked, setting the groceries on the counter. "It's Gary Lawson's number. Gary is alone this Christmas since he lost Alma. You must have noticed how sad he was at our thanksgiving party. I want you to give him a call and tell him we want to bring him something special for Christmas. Something guaranteed to cheer him up." "Hun, we don't know him all that well. He's always been kind of aloof. I mean we've known him for how long? About ten years? Do you really know anything about him, ...