I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All - Sex Stories

I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All

... her taking off her gown. She was naked and hot. Seriously hot. Tight, shapely ass, medium sized firm-looking breasts, beautiful perky nipples on perfectly proportioned areolas, a clean-shaven pussy, and no tan lines. As I watched, she put on a tiny black lace thong, a halter top, and booty shorts. Holy shit!

Suddenly, I realized I was staring and could very easily get caught. I hurried back in the house to get the place settings and the salad. When I got outside again, I noticed that the entire deck area was enclosed by a high privacy fence. Wow! She probably tans right here! The guys at the office party had been right. Certifiable, triple-A rated MILF!

Marianne came outside just a moment later. She tipped the grill lid and looked critically at the flame for a moment. “Almost ready for the steaks.” She turned to me, flashing me a hungry-looking smile. “This is going to be great. I hope you're ready for this. I like it hot. Really hot.”

It took a second for my over-active imagination to allow me to realize that she was talking about the grill.

Marianne went inside and returned with a bowl with the steaks. She placed them on the grill. Immediately, there was a flare-up of flame. “I marinate them in clarified butter and diced shallots. It helps create a hotter fire to seal the outside of the meat and trap the juices. While I check on the potatoes, would you spoon some of the marinade in this bowl onto the steaks? Be careful; there will be a lot of flames.” She went ...

... back inside. I watched her beautiful ass as she walked.

She came outside in time to turn the steaks and finish cooking them. I took our plates to her, and she served us. At the table, she added twice-baked potatoes to our plates and filled our salad bowls while I poured the wine. Dinner was, in a word, amazing.

After we ate, we cleared the table, and then went back outside to finish the wine and talk about ourselves. Inevitably, the conversation came to the night we had discovered the infidelities of her ex-husband, Bob, and my ex-girlfriend, Karen.

“I didn't know what Mike wanted when he called me that night,” I said. “He told me he wanted to buy me a beer and said we needed to talk. I thought he was in some kind of trouble and needed my help.”

“Yeah, well when he called me,” Marianne said, “I didn't remember who he was at first. He reminded me that we had met at the company Christmas party and said he needed to talk to me. I panicked. I thought something had happened to Bob, and that he had been given the job of calling me with the bad news. What a night! I went from being afraid that Bob was dead to fantasizing about killing him myself!”

“I can't imagine how hard that must have been for you,” I said. “I mean, I went through Hell with that thing, and I wasn't married with children like you were.”

“It was pretty rough for a while,” Marianne admitted. “If it hadn't been for my friends, my parents, and my lawyer, I don't know how I would have gotten through ...