Playing With Fire - Sex Stories

Playing With Fire

... wife. What do say... 'hey dude, remember my wife, the one with the big tits? How would you like to come over and fuck her brains out?'" "Hahaha... no, silly. Just ask him over for dinner, and nature will take its course. Call him. You're clever. You'll figure something out." I reached for my wine and took several gulps, then retrieved my phone, charging on the nightstand. After searching for his number, I pushed send. It rang three times, and I was hoping he wouldn't pick up. I put it on speaker-phone. "Hey, this is Steve. Who's this?" "This is Alan. We talked at the store the other day." "Yeah, I remember. Wassup?" "I just saw the surf report and there's a big swell coming in Friday. The low tide is at three. How would you like to tear up some waves with me?" "That sound righteous, mate, but I'll have to rent a board." "No you don't. You can use my new six foot fun board, I'll use my short board. Then, after we finish, we can throw a couple steaks on the Barbie and knock down a couple beers." "I dunno dude. I don't want to put out Ms. Hotness." Anne pulled over the phone and said,"Hi Steve, this is Ms. Hotness!" "Shit! I didn't know you were listening!" "You're welcome for dinner. It's just simple fare, but I have something you'll really like planned for dessert." "Well how could I refuse that? See ya at three, Alan." "Great. I'll have the board and wetsuit waiting... Later dude." Anne was grinning like a Cheshire Cat from ear to ear. She motioned me to her with a crooked ...

... finger, and said in a sultry voice, "Comere, stud. You earned this! I'm gonna fuck your brains out." ******** It was Friday morning and I got up early, shutting off the alarm so as not to wake Anne. She was restless all night, and I decided to let her sleep while I made breakfast. I knew her restlessness was over the anticipated meeting this evening with Steve. She asked me twice if she was doing right thing. I told her that all that was planned was surfing and dinner. The fucking was up to her. The bacon was frying, and I was whipping the eggs when Anne staggered down the stairs, wearing my 49ers jersey. She ran her fingers through her hair, stretched her arms and said, "Coffee! I need Coffee!" "Sit down, sweetie. Here's your coffee. Your scrambled eggs will be ready in a minute. Would you like some blueberry pancakes?" I asked, whipping up the batter. "Why the special treatment?" "I thought you could use the calories, because today is the day." "Don't remind me. Am I doing the right thing? What do you think is gonna happen?" "Hmmm, only you will know if it's the right thing. It's what you wanted. As far as what's gonna happen, right off hand, I would guess you're going to get fucked... a lot." "I know that, smart ass. I meant, how do we approach Steve?" "Didn't you say nature would take its course? I'm sure you won't have any trouble seducing him. He's male," I laughed. "Alan, I have something to confess, that puts a different twist on this." I raised an eyebrow and asked, ...