Her mother had apparently never taught her not to play with food.
She was smiling at him from across the patio, teasing him, as usual, her mouth slightly open, her red lips pursed. She held a ripe Bing cherry by the stem and balanced the plump fruit on her lower lip, slipping it languidly in and out of her mouth, kissing it suggestively with her tongue. The cherry parted her lips obscenely as she raised her eyebrows as if to say, "Can you handle me?" She was melting him into a puddle of horny ooze and she knew it. She chuckled softly as she took the fruit between her teeth. Then, rolling it once more across the honey-like flesh of her lips, she sucked the cherry into her mouth and yanked it from its stem.
"Poor baby," she mouthed.
He was relieved to have a plate of food in his lap, conveniently covering his bulging erection.
Her husband, Bob, poor sap, had missed his the show, busy as he was tending to the five, luscious steaks that sizzled on his flaming grill. He turned to his guest, looking slightly ridiculous in his "Lawyers do it in Latin" apron, and smiled graciously.
"You doing ok there, partner? You're looking a little flushed. It's damn hot out here today, isn't it? Tanya, be a doll and get Alan another beer to cool him off, would you? These steaks ought to be ready in just about five minutes, so I sure hope you're hungry." He returned to his work.
"You're going to love these babies, Alan my man! I don't care where you go, nobody seems to know how to cook a good steak these days. They cost me a bundle, you know, but that German butcher has the best cuts of meat in the city and he knows just how I like them."
He spun the other direction to face his wife, who at that moment was devouring a strawberry she'd dipped in a gob of whipped cream.
"Tanya, baby, go get Alan another beer! And while you're at it, get me one, too. It's hot as a firecracker over here."
He turned away as Tanya obediently slid forward on the chaise lounge, her red skirt sliding high up her tanned thighs as she moved. Placing her right foot on the patio and bending her left leg at the knee, she opened herself fully to Alan as she rose. She wasn't wearing panties, of course. Now it was his turn to chuckle as he smiled up at her. Tonight, the name of the game seemed to be "see-who-can-drive-the-other-into-a-sexual-frenzy-first," and so far, Tanya was the only one racking up points. He would have to get on the scoreboard, and quickly. Setting his plate aside, he rose to follow her into the house.
"Let me help you get those beers, Tanya," he smiled.
Alan and Tanya were lovers -- had been for a couple of months now. So far, her husband, Bob, seemed to be clueless, which suited them fine. In fact, that pretty much summed up Bob's entire relationship with his wife these days. Their marriage had begun well enough, but something had changed.
Bob had changed. As the years rolled by, and the kids grew up, his career had become more sexually satisfying than his beautiful wife, which left Alan frankly questioning the man's sanity. True, power is an aphrodisiac, but who the hell needed an aphrodisiac with a wife like Tanya?
Maybe Bob, now head of his firm's legal division and constantly surrounded by fawning associates, was getting more than his ass kissed at the office? Maybe he'd been pounding out more than legal strategies on his many out-of-town excursions? That was Tanya's theory, and if it were true, Bob had been too smart to give her any proof. If he was cheating, he had covered his bases well.
So had she. Not that she wasn't willing to take a few chances now and then.
Alan came up behind her at the refrigerator, reached around her and grabbed a cold, long-neck bottle from the door. Popping the cap, he took a swig as she turned and took him in her arms. They kissed like two teenagers at a drive-in, and as their mouths got reacquainted, he slipped the beer bottle under her short skirt. She leapt as the cold glass kissed her thigh. As the lip of the bottle wandered up her leg, her breathing became ragged, then stopped altogether when he pressed it into her moist garden. Involuntarily, she closed her eyes as the cool glass slipped easily between her labia, bumping over her clitoris and fanning the flames that were already searing her insides.
All too quickly, it was gone. She whimpered as Alan raised the bottle to his lips and savored the taste of her tangy juices. She touched his cheek. He responded by lifting a hand to her breast.
"Do you think we might just skip dinner and move right to dessert?" she cooed.
"What, and miss out on all of this delicious foreplay? There's a whole plate of fruit out there just waiting to be turned into sexual symbolism. You're not tired of the game already, are you?" he smiled.
She skittered her fingers over the bulge in his pants.
"I never get tired of the game, Alan. Which reminds me. Everything I'm wearing, and not wearing, tonight is for you, lover. Hope you like?"
"You're absolutely beautiful, as always. All I can think about is ripping your skirt off and going down on you."
"Screw Bob! Screw dinner! Screw me, right now!"
"Shhhh, patience, my beauty. All in good time."
"Arrrrggh! I am so damn hot!"
With that, she turned back to the refrigerator, opened the door and stuck her head inside. He grabbed another beer and squeezed her lovely ass as he walked away.
Dinner was, as Bob had promised, outstanding. The steak had literally melted in his mouth, and the three of them, plus the two children, enjoyed a laughter-filled evening on the patio.
"You haven't had much to drink tonight, Alan," offered Bob. "How about a Scotch?"
"Actually, I'm trying to cut down on the calories. I think I'll pass, but thanks anyway."
"How about you, Tanya?"
