All The Kings Horses - Sex Stories

All The Kings Horses

... and how could you possibly know what would cheer him up?" "Trust me, I know exactly what he wants and needs. He's a man. The last time I saw Alma, before she got really sick, she was extremely distraught over the thought of Gary being alone. Alma wanted him to remarry, but knew he would withdraw, exactly like he had done. The grapevine says he has not dated for over a year. So I want you to call him. Can you do that for me?" "Are you talking about what I think you are talking about?" "Maybe..." She grinned shyly. "Anne, you're presupposing a lot here. If he refuses, our reputation will be shot to hell. How do you even know if he would want that? Plus, I wouldn't think he is your type. I mean look at him. He's out of shape, balding, and kinda nerdy." "Do you really think he will refuse me?" She laughed, squeezing her tits together and then added."You're right he's not very hot, but he's also been without sex in over year, and there is a certain amount of charm in that by itself." "You're sooo bad! I thought after Steve, you were reevaluating this whole scenario. What exactly is it you would like me to say to Gary?" "Alan, you're clever, you will figure something out, but I want to clarify something. This is different than Steve. Steve was for me, and that will probably never be repeated. This is for Gary, not for me." "Don't you think a mercy fuck is carrying the tradition of self sacrifice to a whole new level?" I pulled out my iPhone. At her insistence I punched in his ...

... number. Anne watched intently as I pushed send. After four rings, he picked up. "This is Gary. Please leave a message at the tone, and I will get back to you as soon as possible," the answering machine replied, and Anne looked disappointed. "Hey Gary! This is Alan Anderson. Pick up if you're there." After a pause, I heard a rustling of the phone and a breathless reply, "Hi Alan. I'm here." "Gary, Anne and I thought we would stop by Christmas Eve if you're not busy. Anne has something special she wants to give you." "Hi Alan. That's really nice of you, but I don't want to put Anne out." "Don't worry about that. Anne loves to put out." I chuckled. "Thanks, but I wasn't planning on doing much this Christmas, particularly since Alma passed." "Gary, I think Anne has just what you need to cheer you up. How's six on Christmas Eve? We will bring everything." "Six is fine, but I feel bad that I don't have anything to give." "Don't worry about it. I'm sure Anne will figure out something. See you at six tomorrow." "Be carful, it is suppose to snow here in the mountains on Christmas Eve. You'll probably need chains." "Yeah I remember how to get to your place. I have some chains in the garage. Thanks for suggesting it. See Ya around six." I looked at Anne and asked, "How's that?" She slugged me in the shoulder and replied, "She likes to put out? You ass!" "Hey, I couldn't resist it." I laughed and slapped her butt. ********* I pulled up in Gary's driveway at about ten till six. It was snowing ...