Playing With Fire - Sex Stories

Playing With Fire

... the goal. "Ohhhh, I'm cumming! Please keep going. Don't stop! Don't stop! Ahhhhh," Anne verbalized her orgasm. We had been at this for over twenty minutes, and I knew I needed to release soon. I guess Steve felt the same way, as he erupted first, spilling his remaining seed in her pussy. He was screaming out profanities after being quiet most of the night. "Take it bitch! Take all my cum, you fucking whore-slut. Tell me you want it." Anne seemed stimulated by the verbal abuse, and screamed back, "Yes, fuck me. Fuck my whore cunt. Give it all to me!" I felt my own build up, and with Steve finished, I picked up the pace. My balls were slapping on her ass. A force was welling up in me, one that could not be stopped. It was like a wave about to break. Every nerve in my being was linked to a unified purpose of exploding in a grand crescendo. "Ohhhhhh, ahhhhh!" I cried out, pumping my load deep in her bowels. Exhausted, I pulled out and rolled on my back, gasping for air. Anne lay on Steve, winding down. I looked at the nightstand and almost four hours had gone by. Steve inched out from under Anne, and put on the board shorts. "Hey, I know when it's time to go. Thanks for the great meal. I especially liked the dessert. I gotta run. I'll return the shorts and shirt, man. You got my number." "Naw, keep 'em as a memento. Be seeing you around. Maybe I'll see you on the waves." "Wait, Steve! I'll walk you to the door," Anne told him, walking towards the door, wiggling her freshly ...

... fucked ass. "Don't you think you should put on a robe, hun?" I said, "The neighbors might see." "Silly you. They have been watching us through the bedroom window the whole time," she replied, facing the window, squeezing her boobs together, and sticking out her tongue. I looked out the window, and sure enough, the old farts were standing with binoculars, looking in our house. I stood up and flipped them off, mouthing 'f u c k y o u.' They scrambled off their deck. I knew they were gossips, and our reputations were now shot to hell. Even if we ended it today, we've now been branded swingers. ******* We were showering later, and enjoying our solitude. There was something about her. She just seemed sexier. I cupped her breasts and pulled her to me, and kissed the back of her neck. I whispered in her ear how I loved her. "I love you too, hun, but if and when we do this again, could you do me a huge favor?" "Sure, what is it?" "Make your aim better. Dried cum is a bitch to get out of my hair!" she laughed. "Sweetheart, I am seriously concerned about something," I stated, turning her to face me. "What?... And why the sad face?" "Our daughter is coming home from college in June. How is it going to affect her if she discovers our new life-style?" "Just so you know. She's no virgin. We talk lot. Karen is an adult now, and I'm sure she's had her share of boyfriends at university. Stop worrying. The question for me, is how you felt about me with another man?" "Well... I felt all kinds of ...