Playing With Fire - Sex Stories

Playing With Fire

Anne has always said I'm a control freak, but after many years in business, I've learned the devil is in the details. Even the small things can change the course of events of your life. Oh yeah, I admit it, I'm that guy. You know, the one that won't go shopping without a list, the one that changes his oil exactly every four thousand miles. I plan my days like a weather report. I had always found that there is a great amount of security in organization. Then, something happened a few months ago that rendered my philosophy null and void, reshaping our lives forever, and... I loved it. That change came about in the form of a petite young blond named Gail. She swept into our life like a Gail force tsunami. We didn't know it at the time, but our eventful threesome with her would send us on a path of adventure and self-discovery that would challenge almost every aspect of our lives. Anne was so right when she said that if we let the Genie out of the bottle, he wasn't going back easily. It was like the sexual revolution of the sixties came to roost on our household. We were seeking to spice up our boring, predictable lifestyle, and got much more than we bargained for. In retrospect, all I can say is, be careful what you wish for. The first and most notable changes came from Anne. Her whole demeanor was revamped in many ways. She carried herself with greater confidence, dressed more provocatively, and seemed to enjoy flirting and teasing more than ever. It was interesting for me to ...

... watch men watching her. Since we live at the beach, Anne has worn a two piece bathing suit almost daily for years, but my mouth dropped open when I saw her in her new string bikini. It consisted of a string that disappeared between her cheeks, and the top barely covered her nipples. I stood there gawking at her like the rest of the men on the beach. It was going to take awhile for me to get accustomed to having such a hot wife. A few weeks ago, I was finishing up in the kitchen while she went up to prepare for bed. I poured a couple glasses of wine, which had become a nightly tradition, and made my way carefully up the stairs, trying not to spill the drinks. After I set her wine glass on her nightstand, I slipped into bed, awaiting her entrance. Walking out of the bathroom like a model on a runway, Anne didn't disappoint. She pulled out the hair pin, and shook her head to fluff out her long flowing locks. Then, with a tug at the waist belt, her robe fell to the floor. This was one of those moments you wished you had a camera. She was stunning, and I immediately whistled my approval. I sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to claim my gorgeous wife, but she stopped short, and did a pirouette like a ballet dancer. "Do you notice anything different?" "Hmmm, your hair?" "Well... Almost correct. I shaved. How do you like your bald wife?" she said, thrusting her hips forward, displaying her bare pussy. "Wow! I like! But didn't you say that you wanted a bush, because you didn't ...