Heartburn & Hot Steak Nights

Wow! What a week. I was looking forward to the weekend after a long, stressful time in our sales department. I was tired beyond measure. My wife Karen was working late on this Friday so I decided to go to my favorite steak house and enjoy a thick, juicy steak. But before I go on, let me describe my wife Karen. My first thoughts are…WOW!!! Karen stands 5’4” inches tall and lucky to weigh 120 pounds soaking wet. She has the most beautiful hazel eyes I’ve ever seen. Karen also has a body that continues into the next week. She has gorgeous brunette hair which hangs down to the middle of her back. She has looks that stop traffic and a 34 D chest which I am glad to massage each and every time I can. I am so grateful for my wife.

I went home and cleaned up and prepared to go to my favorite steakhouse. I made sure I had a reservation, put on some casual clothes and headed out. Traffic wasn’t bad so I got to the restaurant early. I went in and told the hostess I was here and she showed me to my table. She deserved a second look. The maître d’ brought me a drink and took my order. I ordered the 16 oz. porterhouse with all of the trimmings. I was hungry and couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into my steak. My salad arrived before the entrée so I gladly began eating. About 5 minutes into eating, the maître d’ came to check on me. Talk about a picture worth hanging on to. She was wearing a short, black lacy dress, very form fitting I might say. The front of it was low cut, so anyone wanting to look got a magnificent look of her gorgeous cleavage. I swear, she was not wearing any bra whatsoever. She was a total knock-out. She smelled of the greatest perfume money could have bought and eyes that would stop traffic on any given rush-hour day.

“Is everything to your liking Mr. Dixon?” “Very well so,” I replied. “I have to ask if you’re new here? I don’t recall seeing you here.” “I’ve been here for quite a while and decided to work a couple of night shifts.” “Oh. I just don’t recall seeing you here.” “Well, I’m at your service Mr. Dixon. Please let me know if I can get you anything else…and I mean anything else.” With that, she gave me a quick wink, turned around, and sauntered off. I totally forgot my salad because I had to watch her one more time. As if on cue, she turned around as if to see if I was giving her a second look. Again, she winked at me. I melted inside.

Some forty-five minutes later, my entrée arrived. Aside from the fact my steak was late, it did smell good. I quickly finished my salad and began to enjoy my favorite cut of steak. I took in the aroma of the meat and the sizzling of the steak to look up and notice the maître d’ staring in my direction, and when our eyes met, she gave me another hot, sexy wink. I had to take my mind off the moment and get back to my meal. I began to cut into my steak and noticed something was not what it should have been. I cut a bit more and noticed the middle of the steak was near raw. I motioned for the maître d’ to come over, which she did. This time, I didn’t care how gorgeous she looked, I was pissed. “Is there a problem Mr. Dixon?” she asked. “There most certainly is. I love coming to this steak house because of it’s décor and reputation. I order a 16 oz. porterhouse medium well, and when I cut into the middle of it, I see it’s nearly raw. What are you people doing back there? I’d like to see the owner.” “Oh Mr. Dixon, I am so sorry about this mix-up. Please let me take this back to the chef and I’ll have them re-fire your steak.” she said. “No, I just want to see the owner.” I was too furious to want a refire of the most succulent cut of beef ever. “Mr. Dixon, I’m sure we can work something out. Would you mind coming back to my office where we can discuss this?” she asked. “Ok, I will. I would be glad to fire off the last letter to the owner stating I will not be back to this establishment ever again.” I followed this gorgeous babe back to her office. I could see the curves of her ass with each step she took. I just wanted to reach out and grab of those cheeks and not let go.

We got back to her office, which she led me to a chair. She sat across from me and we again stated how sorry she was about her meal and wanted to let me know she’d do anything to change my mind. She got up and walked around the front of her desk and set on the edge. I got a good view of those beautiful legs and she was allowing me to look. She got up and walked around behind me and began to massage my shoulders. Her touch felt like satin fingers. She massaged my shoulders and began to move her hands down the front of my chest and stopped at my crotch. She gently gave my cock a squeeze and could feel it begin to grow through my pants. She continued to rub my crotch until she could feel my erect penis through my pants. “Now Mr. Dixon, is there anything I can do to change your mind?” she asked. “You’re doing fine,” I replied. She continued to rub my crotch then I felt her hands undo my zipper, place her hands under my shorts and take hold of my now rock hard penis. She began to massage my penis in an up and down motion. I let out a groan and wasn’t going to have her stop. She continued to stroke my penis until she could feel my erection fully inside her grasp. “Well Mr. Dixon, I see you respond well to alternative methods.” This gorgeous babe now leaned forward and began kissing the head of my erect member. I thought I would faint from the pleasure. I could feel her begin to take my cock full in her mouth and take it all the way. She continued to give me the best blow-job I’ve ever had in my life. I don’t know what planet she came from, but I didn’t want her to leave.

After some time, I thought I was going to explode in her mouth with the largest load I’ve ever given. She must have sensed this and stopped. She proceeded to pull my pants off and I was going to help her. Here I was…totally naked before the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. She then began to take that dress off and I was right…she didn’t have a bra and for that matter, didn’t have any panties on. She straddled my crotch until the folds of her vagina were looking for my cock. She found it. She began slowly to push herself onto my cock and I felt it slip inside of her. She let out a groan I’ve never heard before. I was totally lost. She continued to ride my cock as if there was no tomorrow. I could feel her tits hit me in the face and I knew I had to have one of them in my mouth. As she was fucking me, I grabbed one of her tits and place it in my mouth and began to suck that nipple for all of it’s worth. She let out a groan that let me know I was in for a treat. I could feel my balls slap her ass and I knew I had to have one of them in my mouth. We both got up and I passionately kissed her. We both put on our clothes and I kissed her again. “When can I see you again?” I asked her. “Well, Mr. Dixon, I get off at 9:00 tonight. I’ll see you when I get home.” She gave me another wink and I couldn’t wait.

I told you my wife Karen was quite a woman. If she fucks me as well in her office, she does even better at home. Some guys are just lucky and I know I am. Steak and sex…any day for me.

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