Alex and Vicki: Like A Virgin - Sex Stories

Alex and Vicki: Like A Virgin

It was almost three p.m. when Vicki and I returned home from the grocery store. After we put everything away, the two of us changed into a t-shirt and a comfy pair of shorts. Well, I should mention that Vicki didn’t put on a normal t-shirt, oh no, she put one of her custom made (by her), sexy as hell underboob t-shirts. After all, she is my ‘Sex Goddess’ when she wants to be, and lately, that’s all the time. For a change, this Saturday night we planned to have a quiet night: grill some burgers, maybe watch a movie, or maybe watch a porn flick and screw each other’s brains out, or just hit the sack early and then screw each other’s brains out. Our goal was just to have a peaceful night, in every sense of the word. It was about three-thirty p.m. when I poured us each a glass of wine, and then we went out to the patio to sit, sip and chat. It was about four p.m. when my wife’s cell phone rang, and it was Ginny. My wife went inside to talk to her while I stayed on the patio. A few minutes later, Vicki came running outside with an excited look on her face and said, “Hon’, please call John at the market and have him wrap four of his best steaks. Tell him we’ll pick them up in twenty minutes. Ginny and Amber are coming over for dinner at seven p.m. tonight. Is that okay? Oh, and Hon’, Ginny has a big surprise for you.” “Hell yes it’s okay,” I said. It’s been a couple of weeks now since our threesome with Amber at DD’s Boutique. Truth is, I can’t wait to make love to Ginny. She is ...

... the hottest redhead that I’d ever laid my eyes on, and I knew my wife couldn't wait to have sex with her again. And Amber, she’s just a little sex machine, with milk. Just before we left for the market, Vicki informed me that Amber and her baby boy live with Ginny, and that Ginny and Amber are lovers. I kind of figured that one out on my own, but I never shared what I suspected with my wife. That’s cool. > > > > > While we drove to pick up the steaks, my wife drove me nuts with her underboob shirt. All I had to do was reach over and grab some big tit, and I did, over and over again. If fact, by the time we arrived at the market, the top of my right hand was red from being slapped, but it was worth it! Once we arrived at the market, John must have seen us coming because he had one of his helpers run the steaks out to us. When the young guy saw the bottom of my wife’s boobs, he quickly changed direction and delivered the steaks to my wife’s side of the car (smart kid). Really, we were in and out of there in seconds, and then we headed home. When my wife and I returned home we tidied up a bit (there wasn’t much to do since my wife is meticulous with our house). It was around six p.m. when we went into the kitchen to prep the baked potatoes, and to prepare a salad. Next, I fired up the grill, put the potatoes on; and we were done. Now we just sipped some wine and talked on the patio while we waited for our guests to arrive. > > > > > It was about seven p.m. when our doorbell rang, ...