Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

I never thought that when I first starting writing here in 2017 that I would reach the centennial mark. I had never written fiction before and really didn't have a clue. I just wanted to see if I could do it at first. Then I wanted to see if I could do it well. Toward that end I contacted Harddaysknight and asked for his help, which he graciously gave. A while later blackrandl1958 offered to edit for me, and I wisely accepted. Several other friends have pre-read for me and offered suggestions along the way, and I thank them as well.

Will I be around long enough to write another hundred? I have no idea. Traci might know, but she isn't saying.

I humbly thank you for reading.

Chicago Cubs baseball analyst Jim Deshaies kills me. It was a Saturday afternoon and I was watching my beloved Cubs play the Cincinnati Reds on Marquee Sports.

Deshaies, who spent most of his playing career with the Houston Astros, was expounding on the merits of someone's "quality baby" in the bleachers at venerable Wrigley Field during a break in the action. "Quality baby" has become somewhat of a thing now, and I know that I'm not the only one who waits for Deshaies to spot a kid in the crowd.

It also doesn't hurt when the Cubs are holding a 7-2 lead in the fifth inning, and the break in the action is because the Reds were making a pitching change.

Just then, my wife of six years walked into the room carrying another beer for me and a glass of wine for her. I stopped watching the ...

... "quality baby" and stared at my wife. Sorry, JD, but a good-looking infant isn't anywhere near as exciting as the sight of my wife in a pair of tight, short jean shorts and a tight halter top, braless.

"Quality baby time is it?" my wife asked as she viewed the big-screen.

"Yeah, but still not as good as 'quality wife' time," I said as she blushed appropriately and sat down up against me on our sofa.

I wasn't subtle as I ogled first her big tits and then the crotch of her shorts.

"You men are just so predictable," she giggled, making her boobs jiggle with a small shake of her shoulders.

We sat silently and watched the Cubs put up two more runs before Vivian figured a commercial break was a good time to talk.

"Q, why don't we go up to Chicago next weekend and do some stuff to kick off 'quality baby-making time,'" Vivian said brightly. "You could do a Cub game and I could do some shopping... or something."

I caught Vivian's tone on the 'or something' and gave her the side-eye.

"You wouldn't come to the game with me? I got cooties or something?" I asked innocently.

I felt her body tense up against mine.

"Well, I figured we'd each get to do some 'me' things that weekend before we'd do the old 'pour the birth control pills in the trash' celebration and get on with starting our family," she said, looking at me with her gorgeous smile and her radiant blue eyes.

She knew I couldn't say no to her on almost anything, especially when she hit me with that ...