Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

... because I had him in a single-arm chokehold at the time we had this discussion. Sue me. She's my little girl, and I just wanted my future son-in-law to realize that actions have consequences. I may have been in my mid-50s, but I was still in good physical condition and hit the gym three days a week.

The wedding went off without a hitch, and I made sure that I was going to enjoy my daughter's big day. I visited at every table of guests, ate good food, drank good liquor and danced with a lot of women.

I was standing talking with several friends when a sprite of a woman with shoulder-length silver hair with purple streaks down the sides strode up to me, grabbed my right hand and pulled me toward the dance floor.

"You have a minimum height limit on your dance partners, stud?" she asked as she pulled me to the floor among a lot of laughing from those standing close.

"In case you're wondering, I'm 'Aunt Deb'" the purple-haired sprite said as we pulled up real estate on the dance floor. "I'm Jack's mom's best friend. I changed your new son-in-law's diapers occasionally back in the day.

"My nephew has had nothing but good things to say about you... and he warned me about your killer chokehold, too."

She smiled brightly showing me flawless teeth and dancing blue eyes. I gave her what I thought was a subtle visual examination of her body, noticing she was built like a gymnast with small boobs and a powerful-looking lower body and legs.

The first two songs were ...

... fast and I found she could move that cute body well. The next was a slow one and while I tried to leave a respectable amount of space between us, she practically molded herself to me from the get-go.

"I can tell somebody hits the gym on a regular basis," Deb said.

We went to the bar hand-in-hand to get a drink after that. I was pretty sure she was marking her territory. I certainly didn't mind, but if she were, she would first have to get past the American version of the Spanish Inquisition: Bobbie and Stephanie. I led her over to our table and sat her down after introducing her. I was pleased that my closest two friends in all the world gave her 30 seconds to get comfortable before the interrogation began in earnest.

"I'm going to the bar to get you another drink. I know you're going to need it," I said with a broad smile as I got up.

Jack's mother came up to me at the bar, a huge smile on her face as she looked at Deb sitting at my table with Bobbie and Stephanie.

"She's a real pistol, but I've heard that you three are super-protective of each other. Let's see how she takes this grilling," Marcia Lassiter said. "Give it a few minutes before you head back."

That's exactly what I did. Marcia filled me in on some of Deb's background. She was a year younger than me at 55, and had been married for 15 years before she caught her husband cheating on her about 10 years ago.

"She kicked him in the balls and then kicked him out," Marcia said.

I went back to my ...