Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 01 - Sex Stories

Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 01

... down and felt his manhood through his robe, and it started growing. “Some things shouldn’t be left to the imagination,” Sherri said, looking into his eyes. “I would love to discuss reality with you sometime,” James said, smiling. Sherri released his now fully erect member. She offered him the blunt, and he took it and pulled in a deep toke. She reached into her purse and pulled out a business card and handed it to James. He looked at it. It read simply; “Sherri A.” Her cell number was below. “I’ll call you,” he whispered. *** Sherri got into the car with her husband, Stewart, who was fifty-five. He was thick in the middle and balding on the top. He pulled out into the street and settled down to driving home. “Why are you so sullen?” Sherri asked. It was an accusation. She knew that her accusations always made him angry. “I saw you talking to that... that man by the pool! You were throwing yourself at him!” Stew said. “Settle down! You are always so jealous. He’s an old business associate of papa’s. Do you want me to tell papa you disapprove of his business associates?” Sherri knew how to get to Stew. He had no money. Papa had set him up in business, and had to rein him in once before. Sherri knew it. “There is no need to bring papa into this,” Stew said; suddenly, his voice was different. Sherri had all the money. If she threw him out, he would be practically penniless. “Let’s talk about something different. Don’t you think Veronica looked ravishing in white?” Sherri said. ...

... She was teasing him. *** Sherri walked out on the patio and adjusted a chaise lounge into the sunlight. She was going to get some morning rays. She sat down and spread her long, shapely legs on the lounge. She was thirty-nine, and the mother of two grown children. Her body was fit, her hair was dark brown, and her hazel eyes were wide-set on her narrow face. Sherri placed a blunt to her full red lips and lit it. She took a deep toke and held it awhile before releasing it through her nose. She checked her cell phone. Why hasn’t he called? she thought, and added, Maybe I came on too strong. She dismissed the notion and put her cell phone down. The phone rang. It was Veronica. “Hi!” Sherri said. “Hi, I’m on the way to Jamaica!” Veronica said excitedly. “Great! Are you having fun?” “Yes! Listen, I met this gorgeous hunk in the ship’s lounge.” “Already playing the field? Veronica!” “I keep my options open. We went back to his cabin and had some fun, if you know what I mean.” “What about Aldo? How did you get rid of him?” Veronica had a sudden vision of Aldo being pushed overboard. Her mind watched Aldo splashing around as he was receding in the distance. “He got seasick. He hasn’t been out of bed,” she laughed. Sherri laughed. “Just to make sure he doesn’t suddenly get over it, I slipped him a sedative.” Veronica laughed again. “I've got to go. Call you later!” Sherri put the phone down and picked up the latest issue of Vogue and started turning the pages. The phone rang again. ...