A Most Unusual Evening - Sex Stories

A Most Unusual Evening

... kitchen prep. "I got finished early today" I explained, "and I kind of skipped lunch..." I hoped my wince was only in my brain and not visible on my face. "...so I'm famished." "That's great honey!" she replied brightly. "I got this bottle of wine from a client today; we can drink it with dinner." It was probably several hundred dollars worth of a very nice California Cabernet. Nice! "It's just us though. The k**s are both on sl**povers tonight." Damned teenagers, I thought. The social calendar they've got these days...If it was just the two of us, I was definitely going to have to come up with a way to broach the subject of my sexual escapades. Jennifer went to change out of her work clothes and I resumed caramelizing onions and poaching pears. A little while later, I was startled to feel her hands sliding along my ribcage as she encircled me from behind. "This is great honey." She said sincerely. I grew a bit nervous as she caressed my chest, wondering if her wandering hands would reach as far as my groin -- as if that would somehow give me away. I turned around in her embrace. Jennifer was wearing a silky halter which highlighted her smooth shoulders and elegant neck, and crisp khaki Capri pants, which hugged her hips and accentuated her sensuous figure. She was classy and elegant and simple. I couldn't help but compare her to Aliyah in my mind. Quite a contrast, but still a very nice package, I thought. _________________________________ After a frenzy of eating and ...

... nearly all of the wine, we sat at the table, momentarily sated. Neither of us wanted to clear the table or the considerable mess I had made in the kitchen, so we took our wine glasses and moved to the couch with the view of the summer sun disappearing over the nearby hills. There we sat silently, contemplating the blushing sky and deepening shadows. Jennifer was the first to speak. "Honey?" she said shyly, with her eyes averted. "You know I said I've been doing a lot of thinking about our conversation the other day? About trying to be more open and communicating in our relationship and trying to achieve our fantasies?" I nodded. "Yeah...?" "Would it be alright if I told you one of mine?" She was blushing now, although she had bowed her head so that most of her face was enshrouded behind her cascading hair. "Of course sweetheart" I said encouragingly. "That would be more than okay. That would be great." But my stomach did a flip as I remembered her words that morning after she had tossed me off and I had offered to return the favor. "Maybe later" she had said. And now, I realized, she was feeling amorous. This was a whole new set of problems. "Well, it's pretty far out there. You have to promise not to be mad." Of course I couldn't promise not to be mad, just not to express it if I was. "I won't be mad, honey," I assured her. "It kind of involves a real person too..." she said shyly. "Maybe I should start with something easier - you know, make up a story or something." "You ...