Playing With Fire - Sex Stories

Playing With Fire

... old lady on the planet." "Hey, you better be careful about calling Anne old. She is sensitive about her age, at thirty-eight." "No fucking way. She's thirty eight? She's fourteen years older than me. I would have never guessed." "Want a refill on your beer? Sams, right?" "Yeah, I like it with a head." I was pouring the beer and thought, when Anne sees that cock of his, he's going to have a head. I was thinking I was going to hate this, but my cock was telling me otherwise. It was truly erotic, thinking he had no clue she was going to seduce him. This was not the Anne I knew, the proper house-wife, PTA president, civic leader, and soccer mom. She was embracing the hot-wife roll well, maybe too well. I wondered if she was going to wear the sexy, low-cut yellow sundress I bought her just for this occasion. I didn't have to wait long, as the bedroom door flew open and she came out. "Here I come, ready or not!" she said, and bounded down the stairs. The dress was even sexier than at the store. Some of it was because she wore no bra, and her large breasts bounced with each step down the stairs. She was barefoot, and had that pixie look about her. "Gawd!" Steve gasped, as she approached. She came up to him and offered her cheek. As he went to kiss her cheek, she turned quickly and kissed him on the mouth. "Gotcha! How's the dinner coming, hun?" Anne asked with a wink. "Potatoes in the oven, green beans are steaming, salad is in fridge, and I'm ready to to cook the steaks. So how do ...

... you like your meat?" "Medium-rare, for me," Steve replied. "Anne, how about you? How do you like your meat?" "How do I like my meat? Well, you know how I like my meat... extra... hard!" Steve choked on his swallow of beer, and looked at her with a red face, not quite believing what he had heard. I threw the steaks on with a sizzle, and repeated the order, "one medium, one medium-rare and one... extra hard," I laughed, but was amazed at the aggressiveness Anne was exhibiting. Plus, the bulge in my shorts was showing me I was on board with this. Anne came behind the bar with me to pour yet another drink for Steve. She was giggling and flirting like a high school girl. I reached under her dress and discovered what I suspected. No undergarments, and a dripping-wet pussy. She grinned at me. I slapped her butt, kind of like what the quarterback in football does to a lineman, signaling they are on the same page. Anne bent over the table, handing him the beer, and paused long enough for him to examine her ample bosom, which he did without blinking. Then, she sat down a bit closer to him than necessary, and I could see he was extremely nervous. Steve kept glancing at me to see my reaction during the meal. I could see why he had apprehension, because I was the one that kicked him out of the BBQ last year. "This is the best steak I have ever tasted. This whole meal was over the top. Plus, the beers have me a bit buzzed. You both have been good to me." "Thanks. It's my peace offering to ...