All The Kings Horses - Sex Stories

All The Kings Horses

... head around looking at me with an almost panicked stare, then he looked back at Anne and then back at me. I gave him a nod and thumbs up. Looking around his house was pleasant and decorated nicely. The high beam ceilings gave it a feel of spaciousness and the traditional style of furniture was warm and inviting. I finished the dinner in the double oven, while watching Anne engage Gary in conversation. I knew her seductive mannerisms well. The way she flipped her hair and bent forward, giving a good view of her ample cleavage could draw any straight man's attention. I had no idea what her plans were, but right now it appeared she was testing the waters. "I'm going to break open the wine. Who wants a glass?" I asked, pulling out the cork. I handed a glass to each of them. They were both sitting on the floor, leaning against big pillows propped against the couch. He looked at me nervously. "Let me put on some Christmas music. Where are your CD's?" "They're in the cabinet under the window... Here, I'll get them," Gary offered. "No! You just sit there and keep my wife company." I walked over and opened the credenza doors displaying neatly organized and labeled pullout shelves. Perfectly sorted, unlike my random, eclectic stacks of music. I found a Bing Crosby White Christmas CD, and put it on. The wine was starting to loosen Gary up a bit, laughing a lot as Anne charmed him. The 'ding' sounded on the oven. "Dinner is ready! Just stay where you are; I'll make you each a plate. ...

... How'd you like a refill?" I said, walking over with the bottle of wine. Gary jerked his hand away from inside Anne's unbuttoned top as soon as I rounded the couch. Her right breast was exposed. He looked at me with a blushing face, like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I just smiled. "You two enjoy each other. I'm going into the den to watch the Bowl game. By the way, from the look of the blizzard outside, we're probably going to have to spend the night." "The guest room is at the end of the hall. There are fresh sheets on the bed. Make yourself at home," Gary offered. I settled into the recliner and found the game I wanted. Looking around, his house was immaculate in every detail. He certainly didn't live like most bachelors I've known. I thought how lonely he must be in this big five-bedroom house. It was hard to concentrate on the game, with the main event going on in the other room. I lowered the sound on the television and could hear Bing Crosby crooning, "Chestnuts roasting on the open fire..." I chuckled, as I pictured Gary's nuts roasting, while bouncing by the open fire. As much as my curiosity was urging me to peek, I just sat and watched this meaningless bowl game. After almost an hour, I did need to get a drink. Anne's outfit was draped over the back of the couch, and heard a moan or two above the music. I knew Gary must be enjoying his gift now that he had unwrapped it. It was halftime when Anne walked into the den, completely nude, with Gary in hand. He ...