7 comments/ 67564 views/ 4 favorites Affairs Ch. 01 By: MrsA Arriving home from work, I listened to the answering machine as I took of my dirty work boots and clothes. “You have 14 new messages…” says the machine as it continues to play through the recorded list of callers I missed. A barrage of telemarketing calls, one call from the brunette I met last weekend at Charlie’s Bar, another from an ex-girlfriend that just won’t quit and one message from my best friend asking me to return his call right away. Immediately, I dialed his number and waited. I hate calling their place because their machine always picks up but someone is always at home. “Hey ya’ll! Its me. Pick up the phone.” I say into the mouth piece. After a moment, I hear a click then Sammy’s sweet voice saying, “One second. I’ll take the phone out to him.” I hear a series of footsteps and closing doors. As I listen, I begin to wonder why Sammy and I never became friends. I’ve been her husbands best friend since before she came into the picture about 13 years ago yet she seems to indifferent towards me. People tell me she’s funny and smart but in all this time, I’ve never seen it. Suddenly my thoughts are interrupted by Steve’s voice, “Hey, man. I called to tell you I won’t be in town for six months. I was hoping that you could stop by and check on the wife for me when you’re in the neighborhood.” “I’d be happy to but Sammy doesn’t like me, Steve.” Steve responds with a laugh, “Look, you’re my best friend. Besides, who else can I trust around her. Most of my friends are dogs!” “You have a point.” I say as I think about Sammy for a moment. The two met while she was a dancer and she never lost that hard body. “ I’ll drop by when I can. Tell her if she needs anything to call. ” “I will. Thank you!” “When do you leave?” “Monday.” “Wow. That’s soon!” I responded. We talked for a few minutes about golf and my latest fling then closed the call. From this point on, my weekend was shot to hell because I couldn’t stop thinking about Sammy being alone in that big house in the country for six months. The weekend passed slowly and Monday came. I got word that I would start working just three miles from Sammy and Steve’s place in two weeks. I would be in the neighborhood often. I scheduled a time to check the site on Thursday afternoon and cleared my schedule afterwards to stop by. I didn’t know what I was going to say or do but I felt compelled to stop by soon. The week drug on slowly with my usual routine; work, home, messages, eat, sleep. Until finally Thursday arrived. I dressed in my best to meet with the investors and contractors then headed off in my pickup to the job site. We reviewed blueprints, walked the property then quickly devised a plan. The meeting went by quickly as I found my way returning to my truck again to leave. I drove down the highway going over what I might say to Sammy when I arrive. ‘I was in the neighborhood’ seems so clique. I pulled into their long, narrow drive way to find Sammy out front planting flowers. She hears me coming and rises to her feet. Her overalls and work boots were muddy as here her knees and a spot on her cheek. Her hair was hidden beneath a baseball cap except for a few strands that had fallen out about her face and neck. I exited the truck and approached her, watching as she removed her gardening gloves. She brushed her right hand against her pant leg several times then reached to shake my hand. I quick and friendly yet firm handshake followed by a shy smile. Her eyes sparkled with the color of the sky. My heart began to pitter patter and my palms became sweaty as our handshake ended. “What brings you out here today?” she started. “I was in the neighborhood.” I said without thinking then wanting to kick myself afterwards. Sammy giggled and offered me a drink. “That would be great. Thank you.” I told her how I came to be in the neighborhood today and offered to help move some boxes into the shed. From the looks of the place, it would be safe to assume that she’s been doing some spring cleaning. “Thank you but that will have to wait. I just started yesterday and I have more things to put in those boxes.” she said as she smiled and sipped her drink. A silence came over the room. I scanned the room while trying to think of something to say while keeping my eyes to myself. This became a harder task than I imagined. Sensing that I’ve become uneasy, Sammy started by saying “Steve tells me you’ve found a new girlfriend. How’s that going?” “Going and gone, I’m afraid. It seems that I don’t have much luck with women.” “Its not luck. Its choices. You pick the easy women. What happened to the thrill of the chase?” she asked in a manner suggesting that she expected no response. She grabbed her drink and made her way to the front door grabbing her gloves from the bar on the way. I quietly followed her into the sunlight. Without word she returned to her business of planting flowers. I glanced around to admire the quiet country. This place is very different from where I live twenty miles away. My attention quickly returns to Sammy who is now on her knees in the moist soil. Her hands carefully remove small plants from their containers then placing them gently in the ground. Her long slender fingers gather dirt to help secure its place. Making my way to her, I watch as a bee lands on her back. I remember Steve telling me that she was allergic to bees. Kneeling down to shoe it away, she looked up to be from beneath her ball cap. I’m momentarily swept away by the spell she casts upon those who get close enough to see the windows to her soul. She intimidates every fiber of my being yet her naturally sensual ways leaves me thinking things that I should never think about my best friend’s wife. “Bee.” I say to her quickly. “You’re allergic, right?” “Yes. I am. Thank you. I only have four plants left. I’ll be finished in one minute. Care to join me for a beer? Or do you have other plans?” “No. I don’t have any plans. Are you sure its okay?” “Of course.” she said with a knowing smile then continuing on with her chore. “Please, make yourself at home.” “Thank you.” I said in return. I went to my truck and took off my blazer and tie then tossing them into the passenger seat. I grabbed my smokes and cell phone. As I turned around, Sammy was picking up plastic containers to take to the trash. “All done.” she says as she walks away. “How ’bout that beer?” I followed her into the house quietly through the back door and into the kitchen. She bent down to take two long necks from the fridge then handed one to me. I reached for it, touching her hand by accident sending a tingling sensation through my hand and up my arm. “I wonder why we’ve never taken the time to know one another.” I said, thinking out loud. “I know you through Steve. I know all about everything.” she said with a playful smile that only sparked my curiosity. “Everything?” “The important stuff.” she said knowingly. I sought to change the subject as she obviously knows more about me than I do her. I made small talk then asked when I could return to help with the boxes. While we finished our beers, we made plans for me to stop by again in a week. I have to admit, I was looking forward to that day. But the week seemed to go on forever and I found that I could think of nothing or no one else. That Thursday, I reported to work at my usual time. I made plans to be at Sammy’s around 5 o’clock but I got off early. I arrived at their place at three to find Sammy sunning in the back yard. I knew I caught her by the way she threw on a summer dress over her thong and bikini top. Her face was red from being in the heat and her skin glistened in the sun from the tanning oils. The sweet smell of tropical fruits tickled my nose as the soft music from her stereo faded in and out as the breeze came and went. “You’re early!” she says as she makes her way to my vehicle. I could only smile in return. I couldn’t lie to her and say I was sorry because I wasn’t. I felt like my timing couldn’t have been any better. With few words, I removed the boxes for her and placed them in the storage shed. When I was done, I found her standing on the porch still in her summer dress holding two long necks. I grabbed the bottle from the bottom this time as to not make the same mistake as the last time. We took seats quietly. I couldn’t think of one thing to say when suddenly Sammy says boldly, “I make you nervous. Don’t I?” I swallow hard and look at her in attempt to say no but the word “yes” came out instead. “I get that a lot. I don’t understand why but maybe its not for me to understand.” she said in a wise manner before finishing off her beer. I finished mine then I made plans with her to stop by again in two weeks. “If you need anything…” I said to her. “..call. I know. Thank you.” she said as she walked with me to the edge of the porch. As I backed my truck out, I watched as she slipped into the darkness of the porch then disappearing into the house. I knew I couldn’t wait two weeks to see her again. I also knew I couldn’t betray my friend’s trust. *****One week later ***** One week later, I went bar hopping with my friends. I passed the exit to my house and as if my truck were on auto pilot, I pulled into Sammy’s drive around 3am. She heard me pull in and met me at the door in her robe. “What brings you by? I didn’t expect to see you for another week.” I didn’t acknowledge her question. I tried to act cool as I walked towards the door. “So, what are you doing?” I said. “Watching a movie. Its almost over. Come in. I’ll make some coffee.” “Thank you.” I said as I made my way into the door. She stood to hold the door open for me then locking it when she closed it. I turned around and looked at her from head to toe as she stood looking me dead in the eye. I stepped forward into her personal space. She eased back in her stance a bit but stood her ground. I placed my hand on her hip and moved closer. Her head tilted up to keep eye contact. I wanted to kiss her so badly. With my free hand, I reached up to place it on her cheek then moved in for the kiss. As our lips met, I felt a warmth come over me. I quickly stepped back stumbling on myself. I placed a hand on the couch and regained my balance. “Coffee?” she said. I nodded and she left the room. How could I? Would she tell Steve? I took a seat on the couch then finished the movie she had been watching. Within minutes, she returned with two cups of black coffee and joined me on the sofa. “Thank you. What movie is this?” I said in attempt to cover my earlier actions. We talked for a while about the movie. I finished my coffee then said, “I should go. I shouldn’t have come by. I’m sorry.” “Its okay.” she said as she came to her feet to walk me to the door. “Are you sure you’re okay to drive?” “Yes.” I responded as she reached for the door. I stumbled again falling between Sammy and the wall. Sammy quickly reached out for me to help me regain my balance. I grabbed her by the arm and shifted my weight so I my back would be against the wall. Pulling her close, I kissed her a second time. Deeply and passionately, we were locked at the lips. Without thought, I begin walking her towards the couch. I lay her down gently then make a move quickly for the tie to her robe. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.” she says as she moves from beneath me. Her body language sending signals to the contrary. I don’t know if it was the alcohol talking or her spell but I said, “I won’t tell if you won’t.” She turned and gave me a surprised look then quickly turned her attention back to the television. I rose to my feet and snuck up on her from behind. I pulled her into my arms and whispered “I need you. I can’t explain it but its true.” I began by kissing her neck. I could feel her begin to relax in my arms. I reached again for the tie to the robe. I gave it a tug and watched from over her shoulder as it fell open. Still nibbling and kissing her neck, I allowed my hand to cup her breast while the other remained firm on her tummy. “I want you, Sammy.” I whispered again. I felt her inhale deeply then relax against me. I turned her around then took her by her hand to the couch again. As I lay over her kissing her, I fumble to remove my own pants. I push them down to my knees then move that hand to her panties. I pull them aside then ease a finger slightly between her lips. I move my body up and between her legs and guide myself in. As my head enters, she lets out a sigh. Sliding my remaining growing shaft inside, I feel her relax beneath me yet contract herself around my hard member. Holding her close, kissing her, I slide in and out of her hot box. “More, baby.” she says sweetly. I begin thrusting myself inside. Harder and faster until she was near an orgasm. Just when her breathing became heavy, I pulled out and lowered my head between her legs and began licking her juices. She moaned and wiggled, pulling my hair then exploding on my face. Just then the door flew open. The two of us quickly shot each other a nervous look then glanced towards the door to find Steve standing there holding his suitcase and garment bag. ***** Busted ***** Steve’s eyes were wild with anger. He threw down his bags and came charging for me. Sammy pulled herself together and sat on the couch; nervous and scared. I yanked my pants up while trying to keep distance between Steve and myself. I was certain that he’d kill me if he got near me. “I think its time for you to go.” he said to me with a stern voice. I quickly exited the house and made my way to my truck. As I backed out, I could hear the two of them arguing inside. I felt bad but I was definitely sober enough to drive now. I felt like it might be safe to drive by Sammy’s house after about ten days. Steve’s car was gone so I dialed Sammy’s number on my cell phone. I found out that he was on the road again and it was safe to come by. I arrived expecting to see her outside but nothing. I knocked on the door then let myself in. “Hello.” I called out to the house. As I wait for a response, I stand still and quiet. “Hello.” I said again. “John, I’m in here.” she called from down the hall. Entering her bedroom, I found her surrounded by boxes and bags. “Steve wants me out before he returns in four and a half months. He’s filed for divorce.” she said sadly. “Where is he now?” “In Chicago.” she replied. “Should I call him?” “No. I’m sure he wants to kill you, John. I’d stay away if I were you.” “Can I help you with anything?” “No. Thanks. I appreciate your help these last few weeks but I think together we’ve caused enough damage for one lifetime. Don’t you?” she replied then returned to packing her things. I watched quietly for a moment then excused myself to leave. I had a feeling that she didn’t want company. Three months went by without word from Sammy or Steve. I drove by occasionally but never stopped. I wasn’t sure what I was suppose to do even thought I knew what I wanted to do. My days had fallen back to routine with brief interruptions of thoughts of that night with Sammy. When I arrived home from work, I checked my messages as usual. The first three were from Steve. He didn’t sound angry but I was extremely nervous about calling him after all this time. I dialed his number then waited for him to answer. What happened next came as a big surprise. “Steve. Its John. How are you?” “Not bad. Listen I’m calling because I think we need to talk about what happened between you and Sammy.” “Steve, it was all my fault. I came on strong and wouldn’t take no for an answer.” Steve interrupted my speech when he said, “John, it takes two to tango. I saw what happened.” Silence came across the phone lines. I tried to fill it with, “I am sorry.” “I don’t want you to be sorry, John. I want you to fuck my wife while I watch.” My mouth almost hit the floor. “Uh, say that again.” “Be at the house Friday night at 8. Don’t be late.” Steve said just before he hung up the phone. I have to be honest. I thought he’d lost his mind. Sammy has been his world. How could I have let one drunk night come between me and my best friend? ***** Friday Night***** I arrived at Sammy & Steve’s promptly at 8. Sammy greeted me at the door. “What brings you by?” She’s wearing a summer dress much like the one she put over her bathing suit a few months ago. I I wasn’t sure what to say. “I was in the neighborhood.” came out of my mouth. I wanted so badly to take her into my arms but I was afraid to. Just then Steve pulled into the drive. Sammy shot me a concerned look. I smiled in an attempt to put her at ease but I could tell it wasn’t working. We watched from the window as Steve parked his car. Sammy said sadly, “ I haven’t spoke to him since that night.” She turned and looked at me as if expecting a response. “He called me a few days ago. He asked me to be here.” I returned honestly. I could tell that she was unsure as to what to do or say. She started to twirl her hair and straighten out her clothes. She looks very sexy in the summer dresses she wears. The pastel colors against her tan skin. Her short, sporty hair cut shows her true sassy nature. As Steve approached the backdoor, I reached to open it. “Hey. How are you?” I said as he entered and dropped his bags. His gaze remained on his wife who was now standing in the center of the room. The silence combined with the look on Sammy’s face was beginning to make me nervous. I was glad I had positioned myself between him and the door. “Welcome home.” she whispers to Steve. A small smile crossed his face. He then gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder and said, “I’m okay. Great to see you.” He then turned to Sammy, “Got any beer?” Without a word, Sammy quickly exited the den leaving me alone with Steve. Nervously, I left the door to have a seat on the couch. Steve sat in his recliner then lit a cigarette. “So, long time no see. Things going well?” “Yeah. You?” I said then lit a smoke of my own. Just then Sammy returned with three long necks, quietly passed them out then perched herself on the edge of the loveseat. “Good.” he said then chugged his beer. He took a long drag off of his cig then said, “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.” As he paused to exhale the smoke, I felt my chest tighten. “I sat alone in my apartment one night drinking. I began to think of the things I saw through that very window and…” he paused a second time and looked towards the floor. He sucked on his smoke once again then continued, “… it turned me on. I had to tug one off right then.” He looked Sammy’s direction. She returned his gaze as he went on to say, “How can I be mad at you for something I’ve been doing all along? You see, I met this gal on the third day of my trip. We were fucking within a week.” The look on Sammy’s face changed. I could tell that she had suspected this all along. Since I know her as the confrontational type, I also sensed a bit of betrayal from her because I knew she had told him of her suspicions long ago. She looked to me with tears covering her big blue eyes. She grabbed her beer taking a nice long chug. She choked back her own emotions then calmly and clearly said, “Ok. And?” “And… and I love you. I miss you. You’re my best friend.” Steve said to Sammy. Tears welled up in both of their eyes but that still left me wondering where I stood. “I want to share these experiences with you. I don’t want to hide things from each other.” I put my cigarette out in the ashtray beside me then sucked down the remaining beer in my bottle. I tried to read Steve’s body language and got nothing except his own nervousness. I looked towards Sammy who still sat on the edge of her seat. Her make-up running slightly from the tears that had fallen. Her eyes shifted from Steve to me. I felt for her. I wanted to hold her and comfort her but I hardly knew her. Steve caught our tense glances and said “After that long ride, I need to use the facilities. Excuse me.” He left the room, closing the door behind him. Affairs Ch. 01 Donna: I am a middle-aged mother and wife with a storied past. I try to be good, I really do, but I have overwhelming urges to let myself go. I always have and I often succumb to them. My poor husband unfortunately has been left out of my activities although sometimes he has participated without his knowing. It started in high school when I first had sex. My boyfriend was handsome and well hung. We had sex in my senior year and I loved it, absolutely LOVED it. He had me whenever he wanted and I masturbated when he wasn't around. When not being fucked or sucked, I was ashamed of my desires. My mother wanted me to be a lady and ladies didn't act that way. Ladies simply did not fuck. They made love to their husbands and made babies. That's it. After every orgasm, I would feel like a tramp, yet not long after when I came down, I would be wanting another. So I had this constant battle between my "moral" lady self and my natural tramp self, wanting to be had often and hard. Nature intended women to sample as much sperm as possible to guarantee the strongest offspring. My body was betraying my mind. Society demands pure women; women's bodies demand strong sperm. It is a conflict I could not resolve. Even when I was in high school, I would look at other guys, wondering what it would be like to be had by them; to feel their hot sperm collecting in the soaked gusset of my panties. It wasn't until I got to college that I would really let go. It was like a smorgasbord. I got to college and there were no parents and plenty of guys. Drugs and alcohol flowed freely (it was the late 70?s) and I had no problem getting guys. I never started the evening out that way. I would go out with my friends looking to have fun; still the proper girl, but by the end of the night, I would be a little drunk and be on my back with some guy stuffing me full of cock and filling me with cum. I loved it, but always felt terrible during the walk of shame (you know, the disheveled looking girl with the just fucked look walking home early in the morning). I would always swear that it wouldn't happen again, but before you knew it, I would be walking home with hot sticky cum squishing between my legs. This was a constant battle for me. I wanted to find a nice guy and settle down. I did meet a nice guy and he was all I wanted; handsome, intelligent and kind. He was a gentle lover and fell for me big time. I fell in love as well and we were together constantly (joined at the hips as well). We made love often and for a while I was satisfied and thought I might have gotten it all out of my system. Then one night at a concert on campus, I was with friends. My boyfriend Jim was there somewhere as well, but it was just a big party. I knew I'd hook up with him later on. But that wasn't what happened. I bumped into a football player from my high school that happened to be visiting a friend at my school. I had always wanted him in high school, but wasn't the slut then I wanted to be. Turns out that he had heard that I was easy now that I was in college and wasn't about to waste a moment getting into my panties. All of a sudden all thoughts of Jim were gone as the slut took over. What the hell I rationalized, it's not like we are married. So before I knew it, I was blushing and walking out of the concert with him, his hand cupping my ass as everyone watched and knew I was going to get laid. I'm glad that Jim wasn't watching since I didn't want to hurt him, I just couldn't help myself. Jim: Hi all, I'm Jim. Hate to interrupt, but this is where I come in. Donna, my girl walked out of the concert with his hand on her ass on her way to get fucked yet again by another guy. She didn't know that I saw her leave with him. She also didn't know that I was well aware that she had been had by so many guys in our college. She had been laid by several of my fraternity brothers and she came to my attention one night as I actually watched her get nailed by a senior in my house. She is so totally hot with such an amazing body. I loved watching her get her dark hairy snatch pounded. You could really see the white cum seep from her cunt onto her dark mat of cunt hair when he withdrew his big cock from her. She was drunk so she just lay there, legs spread and freshly fucked. You see, watching sport sex at our house was common. I had seen many chicks get fucked at our house and have been watched myself many times. This was different. I wanted this girl. She was so damn feminine and when we hooked up and started having sex, I would often picture her with one of the other men fucking her. Turns out I was a ready-made cuckold, but she didn't know this. She tried to hide her true self from me. Turns out we hid our true selves from each other. Donna: We barely made it back to my place. I swear he could have fucked my on the sidewalk. We were practically doing that anyway by the time were got home. Clothes were thrown off and I was thrown onto the bed and soundly fucked with my panties still dangling from my foot. He came in me quickly. He was very dominant and immediately stuffed his cum covered cock in my mouth and face fucked me until he was hard again. Then he rolled me over and fucked me into the bed as he grabbed my as and just plain had me. We fucked multiple times that night and I sucked his cock hard every time. I actually found that I loved it when he called me a cocksucker. Turns out he was right. He left me in bed fucked and filled and left with a wave and told me that I was a great lay and thanks. I lay there, feeling my post sex guilt. I had cheated on my boyfriend and loved it. I was still the slut I had always been. I vowed to never do this again. I put on my robe and went to get coffee when there was a knock at the door. I thought maybe it was him coming back for more and even as I was still wanting to swear off the slut side of me, I could feel my pussy tingle at the thought of being had yet again. But when I opened the door, there stood Jim, my cuckolded boyfriend. Oh god I thought, how am I going to explain this? When he spoke, he alleviated my fears. He told me that he got drunk last night and went home early and started apologizing for leaving me there! He didn't know! He left and didn't see his slut girlfriend walk out to fuck yet another guy! I went to him and hugged him and said that it was OK. I was fine, enjoyed the concert and came home. Well? the worst possible thing began to happen. I was warm and sweaty from my post sex haze and he was kissing my neck and stroking my ass through my robe. My tingling cunt that was looking for another fuck from my new friend didn't care at this point who was here, it wanted some attention again! We pulled back from each other and looked into each other's eyes then pressed our lips together in a passionate tongue kiss. I briefly wondered if Jim would be able to smell the sex on me, or if would be able to taste the residual scum on my lips, but as he grabbed at my soft ass and humped his hard cock at my freshly fucked body, I didn't care. I turned and led him to the bed I had just been laid in, dropped my robe and climbed onto the bed to let my loving boyfriend have some of the ass that had been used all night. If he found out that I was a slut we would have to deal with it, I just didn't care. Jim: Like I said, I knew she had left with him. I followed them discreetly back to her house watching them molest each other all the way. I waited a moment once they got there to peek into her bedroom window and watch him quickly inseminate my girl. I could clearly see his big cock as he withdrew from her, trailing a string of sticky cum from her filled pussy to her face and then hold her head as he fucked her face furiously. I couldn't stay all night though and I knew that he would have her more than once. I watched as he penetrated he the second time and grabbed her hair as he hammered her from behind. I went back to my place and quickly came off to the picture of my slut girl fucking this guy. I got up early and watched him leave. One of his buddies picked him up and they high-fived each other. I am sure there would be a story about the slut he just had. I waited a moment and them approached her door. I had to let her off the hook so I made up the story about going home early drunk. I didn't want confront her about her slutty behavior. I was afraid it would end things between us. It was bad enough that she was still into spreading her legs for other guys. I didn't think she would be able to handle it if she knew that I like it! There would be no way to tell her and hide my excitement. Besides, I couldn't act mad like I was supposed to feel since I was actually too horny! I entered her apartment and could smell the sex. She reeked of sweat, cum and pussy. I thought I could even smell a little sweaty ass too. She was warm and funky like you are when you just get out of bed. I loved and desired her more than ever. We embraced, shared a kiss (I thought I could taste cum on her lips) and I followed her to the bed I saw her get fucked in last night. I knew there would be the smell of sweat and sex on the sheets. I would probably lay in the leftover cum of her recent lover. I didn't care. I wanted her. She led me to the room and dropped her robe. He ass swaying in front of me I looked between her legs at the dark hair poking out and saw the moisture there. When she crawled on the bed, I clearly could see the semi clear man cum leaking from her. Her ass crack and top of thighs were semi dry with the sticky fluid. When she lay on her back, legs spread ready to be fucked, I could only look at her open gash seeping fluid with awe. Donna: It was the moment of truth. He had to know what happened to me. He had to know that the sloppy mess of a cunt before him was from being filled with another mans' cum. I felt like to complete tramp. I was shamelessly showing my sperm filled cunt to him. His woman had been had by another and filled with sperm. Our entire future rested on this moment. He stood staring at my open legs, mouth agape for several moments as he took in the obscene slutty sight before him and then did the unthinkable. He didn't tear off his clothes and mount his slut girl. He dove between my legs and ravished my crotch with his mouth, lips and tongue! He slobbered all over my legs, asshole and cunt, licking and sucking all the cum from me he could. Amazed at his response and his apparent ignorance of his cuckolded situation, I grabbed his head, pulling him in deeper to my funky cheating cunt. It was so surreal. My loving boyfriend either was completely oblivious to my cheating or was totally into this. I didn't know which and didn't care! I was loving rubbing it in his face began to cum hard on his slime covered face. He eventually pulled out his hard cock and just jammed it into me cumming almost instantly deep inside me as we practically ripped each other's lips off in passion. We had sex again a few times that morning including a torrid 69 where we each tasted our own cum; mine from his slick cock and his from my dripping hole. He never let on that he knew what happened to me the night before and I never told him. We still loved each other and our sex was even better. I had the best of both worlds, a great guy and the chance to fuck others. I knew it wouldn't last though. I would have to stop being a slut at some point and settle down. Jim was my man. I would stay with him and control my inner slut. We did graduate from college and we got married. My inner slut was hidden, for a while. Affairs Ch. 01 After swallowing hard, I rose to my feet to kneel by Sammy’s seat. “You knew, didn’t you?” She didn’t look at me but nodded a slow ‘yes’. “You asked about it and he lied?” Again, she nodded. I reached up to touch her hands. They lay folded together in her lap. At first no response from her. She wasn’t blinking and I wasn’t sure she was even breathing. She then inhaled deeply and turned to look my way. Her hand took mine. Steve barged through the door. I squeezed her hand and gave her a reassuring smile then came to my feet. Steve handed me another beer and took his seat again. I sat on the arm of the love sofa next to Sammy and watched as he checked us out. I watched as Steve’s eyes ran up her toes to her legs then up to her face. The expression on his face then changed to a more serous one. “John, I asked you here for many reasons. At first, I was mad because I’ve known you forever. But after I got my head together, I realized that what went on here was no more wrong than I what I’ve been doing myself. I realized that the reason you didn’t think she liked you was because of the sexual tension between you; much like the relationship I have with Janie.” “JANIE!” screamed Sammy. “I even asked about what was going on between you two. Why else would she be answering your cell phone and hotel room! I knew that clerk didn’t give me the wrong room!” “Sammy, hear me out…” Steve tries to butt in. “Look. You have no idea how I would have reacted to this! I may OR MAY NOT have told you. I may OR MAY NOT have allowed things to go farther than that one night! I’ve been here, alone, for several months. What do you expect me to do? Become ’Vibrator Queen’? Masturbate myself silly! Gee… We see how long that lasted for you. You lied to me, period. And all this time, I‘ve been beating myself up for doing this to you while all this time I‘ve been right! How dare you say I‘m imagining things! I didn‘t step out of line once until that night. Believe or not, I don‘t care.” Sammy finished then stood to her feet and walked out of the room. I looked to Steve and he seemed to be startled by her outburst. He guzzled the rest of his beer. “ I know her, she won’t talk to me right now. Would you go talk to her?” Uncomfortable about this entire situation yet feeling more drawn to Sammy than ever, I nodded then finished my beer and left the room. I walked quickly through the house, down the hallway and into her room. She was straightening various items while dusting the furniture. I sat in a huge leather chair near the door. I was uncertain as to what to say or do. I wish I had taken the time to know her a lot sooner. But would we have found ourselves in this situation? I waited for a cue from her to begin. I sat quietly and watched for several minutes before she turned to me and said, “He sent you in here, didn’t he?” “Yes.” “Look. I’m sorry we got into this mess. I don’t know what came over me. In all these years together, I’ve never…” she said then turned away. I inhaled deeply then exhaled and said, “Its only a mess if we handle it that way.” I came to my feet and stood behind her taking her into my arms. She felt so perfect there. It just felt right. I wanted to comfort her but I also wanted to kiss her and throw her on the bed. I breathed her scent in deeply and held her tighter. I felt as though we were communicating without words. Steve interrupted our moment by knocking on the bedroom wall. “Guys. I’m coming in.” he said politely. Sammy spun around on her heels and looked up into my eyes. I bend down to kiss her. I couldn’t resist; her eyes begged for it. She returned the kiss intensely for a moment then gently nibbled my bottom lip as she backed away. Her gaze one of seduction and poise. Steve opened the door and I spun around to face him. I had forgot he was coming. Steve started speaking immediately, “Look. I don’t know what’s going on between you two but I know that I’m going to be on the road for much longer than I planned. I just thought it would be best if Sammy and I came to a better understanding. I don’t want you to move out, Sammy. I want to come home to you.” “So tell me, Steve.” says Sammy with a strong sarcastic tone in her voice. “Why didn’t Janie come? Why isn’t she here? I know you told her! Sympathy sex is great, isn’t?” Steve looked ashamed of himself for a moment then said, “She didn’t want to come. Our relationship is professional and sex. That’s it.” “Yeah?” says Sammy sternly. “Well, its not like that here. I don’t just want sex from John; nor do I require it. In all honesty, I want to get to know John better.” I turned to look at her to check her sincerity. I had to know she was saying this because she meant it; not because she’s angry with him. This news seemed to come as a surprise to Steve as he stood their speechless as well. “That’s fine.” Steve said. “I’d rather know who you’re spending time with. I want to work things out.” “Well, I don’t know how I feel about that. You made me feel like I was going insane by accusing you of sleeping with that bitch.” says Sammy firmly. “She’s not a bitch.” says Steve defensively. “You’ve known since the moment I met her that I didn’t like her and her self-centered mentality. She knew you were married and she knew you were married to me. I’ve talked to her several times since this trip thing began. She’s had opportunity to fess up and didn’t.” Steve turns cold and says, “The only reason we’re here now is because you got caught.” “Steve.” I said, probably out of line. “This isn’t going to get us anywhere. Maybe I should leave.” Sammy grabbed my hand then looked straight at Steve, “If anyone is leaving, its Steve.” The expression on his face was one of a man that had just been slapped. Without another word, he turned and left the room. Moments later, we heard the backdoor close and his car start. Sammy looked as if she was torn between her anger at Steve and her disappointment at herself. I stood quietly, feeling her hands shake from the nerves. “He’s gone now. Would you like me to leave?” “No. Please stay with me tonight.” I swallowed hard and looked at her seriously. “Sammy, let’s make a deal between us.” I said. “We won’t say anything to one another that we don’t mean, okay?” She nodded in agreement. “I’ll ask again. Would you like me to leave?” Sammy stepped forward, giving me ‘kiss me again’ signals. I looked down into her weary face then gently kissed her lips. Then again. And again. Soon she was tickling my lips with her tongue. I grabbed her gently by the sides her face and pulled her into me kissing her long and deep. I could feel the excitement swelling in my pants as she ran her hands across by back while pressing her stomach against my erection. I reached down and lifted her off the ground. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist. As we kissed, I walked her to the bed then laid her across it. My hands began to lift her skirt while her hands unbuttoned my shirt between us. Her cool hands soon found their way to my chest only adding to the strain against my pants. With one hand, she unfastened my belt and pants then began pushing them down my hips with her feet. I quickly kicked off my shoes and helped her with my jeans by wiggling from the waist down. She began to kiss me with a hunger. Her nails scratched at my back beneath my shirt while the heels of her feet rested on my lower back. I opened my eyes and pulled away from her for a moment. Her expression was one of desire and submission. I looked back to her right leg then ran my hand from the bend in her knee down to find that she’s not wearing panties. My dick reacts to that and my heart beats faster. I turn to look back at her beneath me. Her head lifts off the bed in attempt to reach her lips to mine. I pulled her arms above her head and held them at the wrist with one hand. I scooted up on her, aiming my manhood between her legs. I watched the expression on her face change as my head slid inside slowly. I felt her move gently beneath me. Slowly, I pressed down a little more. She adjusted her legs by placing one along the side of my body while wrapping the other around me, using it to push me in more. I didn’t fight her subtle hints. I could clearly read her wants by her reactions. The two of us moved together. Her soft moans of pleasure were intoxicating and encouraging. I continued my slow pace until I was completely hard inside her. I pressed hard against her then enjoyed the feeling of her wiggling beneath me, pleasing herself, while I watched her intense and erotic facial expressions. Her muscles expanded and contracted around my hard shaft; tugging and pulling at me. Her breathing becomes heavier. “Tell me what you like.” I whisper to her. She opens her eyes and looks at me seductively, “I like it all.” “All?” “Yes. Passionate or just plain old sex… its all good.” she says to me. She then brings one hand to her lips. While she licks and sucks the first two fingers, I become more erect thinking of what that might be like with her. She notices; giving me a playful look. Her hand soon disappears out of my sight but I soon feel it between us. She rubs her clit with it. I pull my hands from her wrists to grab her ass. Lifting it up slightly, I begin sliding in and out as far as I can; as slow as I can. I can hear her heart beating, feel her from inside as she comes closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly, I’m distracted by what I thought was a noise. I tried not to kill the mood by tipping her off to it. I kept a steady rhythm while listening intently to the echoes and noises in the house. Her moans became louder and more frequent. I felt like someone was watching. I looked up and saw Steve’s reflection in the mirror. I wasn’t stopping now. We were both to close. I continued to pump and pump while she rubbed her clit. She grabbed at my shaft with her muscles inside making it very hard to maintain control of my hips. I lowered my head to kiss her. She moaned and gasped for air between lustful tongue battles with me as we brought each other to orgasm. I felt her muscles expand and contract around me harder and steady. Her moisture ran down my balls sending me off. Quickly, I pulled out of her and let my load onto her stomach. My heart raced. My mind raced. My body wanted to be closer to her. I wanted more of her. I rolled off to fetch a towel. She lay with her legs apart, her dress to her hips. Her breasts heaved as she inhaled and exhaled deeply coming down from her orgasm. I began cleaning my jizz from her stomach when I felt her looking at me. I returned the gaze to find myself wanting to kiss her again. So, I did using one hand to hold myself up and the other ran up her stomach to the side of her neck. As we parted. I took one last look into her eyes. I felt a pull at my heart strings which made me swallow hard. My palms became sweaty and butterflies used my stomach as a gym. I kissed her gently again then motioned to her with my eyes that Steve was here. Sammy popped her head up to see him sitting in the chair near the door. “How long have you been there?” she said to him. “Long enough.” he responds in a gruff voice. Sensing his tone, I began to feel extremely defensive; as did Sammy. “What do you want?” she says rudely to him. “John didn’t tell you what I wanted?” Sammy shot me a questioning look. I took a moment to consider a delicate way to tell her. I looked to Steve to put the words into my mouth but nothing. I looked back to her questioning eyes and said, “He wants to watch.” “Watch what? Porno? His soap-operas? A parade? What?” “Us.” I said shyly. She blinked several times quickly as if she were trying to process this information. Her look changed to one of concern and confusion. She looked to Steve and said, “The last time I talked to you, all I heard was divorce. Now you want to watch me have sex with the person you caught me with?” She shook her head from side to side. I felt like she was confused and over whelmed. I pulled myself together and grabbed my pants from the floor to dress. I shot Steve a look to leave the room with me. He stood and the two of us left the room. Before I knew it, I was turning the corner down the hall while winking to his wife who lay on the bed now straightening her dress. “Steve, I don’t think this is the right time. I get the feeling she doesn’t want you here now.” I said to him as we made our way to the kitchen. “Its my house, John. I’m not leaving.” “Why does it have to be this way? Give her some time to absorb all of this and sort out her own thoughts and feelings. I don’t know this for certain, but I’m sure that the two of you said some hurtful things the last time you talked. And tonight you spring on her the facts of your own affair. Cut her some slack, man.” Steve’s look of anger returned to that I know from my friend. “I don’t know what to do, John. Both of us fucked up.” “If you ask me, my relationship with your wife stems from her knowing in her heart that you were seeing someone else.” “Who asked you, John?” he said sternly. “I’m involved. That can’t be changed. You’re going to see Janie again, aren’t you? I mean, you haven’t stop seeing her, have you?” “No.” says Steve, reluctantly. “I’m going to be honest with you because you’re my friend. I have feelings for your wife and I intend to make that known.” Steve’s face turned cold when he said, “You’ll never win her over. She’s to complicated for you.” “I didn’t say I was in love with her. I have feelings. I don’t know what they are but I want to find out. I get the same feeling from her. And if you start being rude to me, you will definitely not win this battle.” “I’m not here to win the battle. I’ll win the war.” Steve shouted then turned and left the house again. I stood in the front window and watched him drive away. When I could no longer see his taillights, I made sure the doors were locked then made my way back to Sammy. “What was all that shouting about?” she said. Without a lot of confidence, I said, “I told him that I had feelings for you.” She sat up on the bed, her short legs dangled from the edges. “Say what?” she said. “Feelings. For you. I have them.” “I have them for you. Is it purely sexual or…?” she stammered. “I’m unsure. You?” “Ditto.” she said with a smile. She came to her feet. Her dress fell to her ankles. “Are you staying the night?” “I can. Are you sure?” “Yes.” she said with confidence. “I need to freshen up. If you want to go, I understand.” She then walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Within moments, I could her the water running and Sammy brushing her teeth. I looked around the room and decided to stay. I took my clothes off and threw them across the chair. I then turned back the sheets on the bed and climbed between the cool sheets. I made the pillows comfortable and rolled to my side in anticipation of her return. She opened the door to the bathroom. Her naked silhouette stood just feet away from me. She turned off the light then made her way quietly to bed. She rolled to her side and put her back against my chest. My heart began to pound inside my chest as she nestled herself into my arms. Without words, our tangled bodies lay in the darkness. There was so much I wanted to say and do. I listened as she fell into a peaceful sleep. My free hand couldn’t keep from stroking her soft skin and my thoughts wandered to the first time I met Sammy. I see her ten years younger with the sunlight in her hair. My heart skipped a beat just as it did the moment I saw her that day. Her ‘hello’ rang in my thoughts for days. I had forgot all about that until just now. Affairs Ch. 02 Before I knew it, morning had come. I woke to find Sammy in the same position she fell asleep in. I pulled my numb arm from beneath her head slowly then made my way to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. I turned the pot on then looked around the room for clues about who Sammy is. Photos of happy days line the window sill above her kitchen sink. Unfamiliar smiling faces and places I’ve never been grace what must be one of her favorite places in the house. Her kitchen is clean and organized, the chrome and glass was streak-free. I looked back to her coffee pot and realized it wasn’t the fastest so I made my way into the living room. The room was bright with the morning sun. I scanned the room. Her fireplace was clean with a large fake plant inside. On the opposite wall was her entertainment center. I was drawn to the massive system but quickly distracted by photos. Every photo displayed here was in a more formal setting as if they were attending a black tie function. Sammy looked stunning in each photo; her various hair styles and attractive friends drew me in. Sammy’s glow draws your attention in her direction. I reach for a photo of Sammy alone, dressed in a sequined dress that pales in comparison to her own sparkle. Without thought, I take it off the shelf and look closer. Moments later, I feel a presence in the room. I turn around to find Steve at the window. I put the photo back where I found it and quickly made my way to the door. I open it and step outside with Steve. He quickly starts the conversation, “So, you stayed here last night?” “Yes.” “Is she awake?” Steve said calmly. “No. Not yet.” “Got any coffee?” “It will be done in a minute.” I responded quickly, hoping to keep him outside as long as possible so we don’t interrupt Sammy sleeping. I look out across the yard to the adjoining field. Livestock graze quietly in the morning fog near the mountain. It must be wonderful to be able to wake up with someone like Sammy every day then walk out to a peaceful view such as this. I envy every day that Steve arrived home to find Sammy waiting on him with dinner and a smile. I’m then distracted by the gurgle of the coffee maker just on the other side of the window. Without word, Steve and I made our way back inside. We made our cups and quietly took our seats at the table. I hated this uncomfortable silence between me and my long time best friend. I was torn between being mad at myself for allowing this to happen to begin with and the fact that Sammy would have never known the truth about Steve and Janie with out this happening. I also know Steve well enough to know that I should not let my guard down around him. He has a very short fuse and could blow up at any moment. Steve is taller than I and about 60 pounds heavier. I have always said that he is one man I don’t want to fight. I look in Steve’s direction and find him staring into his coffee. As I turn away, I see Sammy standing in the door to the hallway naked. The sunlight from the window exaggerates her every curve. She places one finger to her lips then returns back down the hall and disappears into the bedroom. I return to my coffee, pretending like I hadn’t seen her. Moments later, Sammy re-enters the hall dressed in an old t-shirt and sweats. She makes a cup of coffee in the kitchen then turns to our direction. Steve and I watched every move she makes. She took a sip then began to walk our way; careful not to spill the hot liquid. She placed her cup on the table then looked at Steve. He gave her a half-hearted smile. She bent to kiss him on the forehead. A twinge of jealousy reared its ugly head in the pit of my stomach. She turned in my direction then kissed me on the cheek. Backing away, she looked me squarely in the eyes. I see so many things in her expressive eyes. I watch as she backs away; seemingly in slow motion. She takes her coffee and exits to the back porch without a word. Steve and I, still sitting at the table, pass a look that read, “What now?” ***** What now? ***** I grabbed my empty cup, refilled it then joined Sammy outside. She turned to see who was coming out as I opened the door. She was standing barefoot in the grass. The sun made her glow even more apparent to the naked eye. She smiled warmly then returned her gaze out into the fields. The fog was now a shadow along the ridge of the mountain. The smaller animals in the field frolicked and played around the larger grazing animals. I mustered up every ounce of confidence I had then began to move towards her. I came to stand beside her placing my free hand on the small of her back. She flashed her eyes in my direction then put her arm around my waist; placing her head on my chest. We sipped our coffee in silence but I could feel Steve’s piercing stare from inside. Without looking, I knew he saw us here when he refilled his own cup and I knew he wouldn’t stay inside long. “Sammy, I think I should go soon. You guys should talk.” I said to her in an understanding manner. She looked up at me and said, “Ok.” “Can I call you later?” “If you’d like.” she said sweetly. “Any time. I’ll be here.” She then finished her cup of coffee as Steve opened the backdoor. Sammy and I turned to greet him. “Good morning.” says Sammy to Steve. His only response is a nod. I finished my second cup then let myself back inside to gather my things. When I returned to the porch, I found the two standing at the far end of their yard. I put my things in the truck, yelled my farewells to them and drove away. My head filled with questions, emotions and thoughts. I called some local friends and made plans to play golf later that afternoon. Even that didn’t seem to help. I sliced and hacked at the ball so much that it aggravated everyone on the course. After the 9th hole, I called it a day by buying a round of drinks from the beer wenches for my friends and left the course. I went home, showered and ate some lunch in slow motion as the day seemed to drag on. I got comfortable on my couch when the phone rang. I decided quickly to let the machine answer it for me when I heard Sammy’s voice. I grabbed the cordless, pushed the appropriate button and said, “Hey!” “Hey. Are you free for dinner?” “Tonight? What time?” I respond. “Around 6:30.” she said. “Sure. How is everything?” I said with concern. I had felt bad about leaving her there without knowing Steve’s mood. “Everything is okay. That’s why I’d like to see you tonight; to discuss the situation.” “I’ll be there.” I said without hesitation. I listened to her quick good-bye then pushed the off button on my own phone then tossing it at my feet. I readjusted on the couch and fell asleep. When I woke up, it was 6:15 and I was running late. I called Sammy to buy myself another twenty minutes then quickly dressed. I slid my feet into some boots, grabbed the keys from the counter and ran out the door. I was cruising down the highway when I saw a squad car coming in the opposite lane. I looked down to see I was driving fourteen miles over the legal limit. He quickly whipped around and flipped on his lights. I pulled over immediately and gathered my paperwork from the sun-visor pocket. Reaching for my wallet, I’m surprised to find it wasn’t there. I checked the other pocket; nothing. After a twenty minute delay on the side of the highway, I drove away with two tickets. As I got closer to Sammy, I tried to block out all the negatives and consider what I might expect. I drove in and parked with a clearer mind. Stepping out of my truck, I’m welcomed by the scent of warm bread and hickory smoke. I tapped on the window of the back door then let myself in. Sammy was standing on the other side of the bar. My vision of her wasn’t clear due to the steaming pots between us. She steps to the side, passing me a quick smile before returning to chopping lettuce. “Smells great.” I said as I made my way around to her. “Sorry I’m late.” “That’s no problem. As you can see, I’m running behind too. Janie came by today.” I considered this for a moment then said, “Oh, really?” in a concerned tone. “She wanted to make it clear that she didn’t want Steve for more than sex. She basically said that Steve was miserable and that it would be a bad idea for us to break-up.” I tried to remain unbiased. These were decisions that only she could make. “It didn’t get ugly, did it?” “No.” she said with a laugh. “I loath fighting. I just told her this was none of her concern. She was only here a few minutes. I don’t appreciate drop-ins. This is not a beauty salon; its my home.” I laughed at her analogy. I can relate to how she feels about people who come by unannounced as I too appreciate my privacy. I looked around the kitchen. Without another word, I began to help by setting the table and making drinks. Soon, we were enjoying a feast exchanging few words. We were almost finished eating when the doorbell rang. ***** Who is it? ***** Sammy rose to her feet quickly, making her way to the door. “Who is it?” she called to the other side. “It’s me.” says a male voice. Sammy shot me a concerned look then opened the door. Steve walked in with one arm full of flowers, the other arm was escorting Janie inside. “These are for you.” he says while handing her the arrangement. Steve took Sammy’s seat at the table and began picking at her food. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight, John.” “And I didn’t expect you and your ‘friend’ tonight. What do you want?” says Sammy angrily. “Janie said she came by here today.” returns Steve. “And?” says Sammy as if she’s already had enough. “And, we came over so she could apologize. She had no business showing up here unannounced.” he said to Sammy then glared at Janie as if he expected her to start speaking. Sammy quickly jumped in, saying “Will I get an apology for this unannounced visit? As you can clearly see, I have company and I only made enough for two. So if you would kindly leave….” “Fine.” says Steve harshly before taking a huge bite off her dinner roll then throwing it onto her plate. He took Janie by the hand and left, slamming the door behind them. I felt very uncomfortable about the whole situation. Sammy returned quietly to her meal. I finished mine and thought about Steve and Janie. Unlike Sammy, who is short and petite, Janie was a lanky 5’9-ish with huge breasts. Sammy dressed very comfortable and casual while Janie dress was extremely provocative. They appeared to be polar opposites but it was obvious that they had more in common than the surface revealed. Janie seemed more like Steve’s type; busy bodied and overly focused on their strengths. I found the silence with Sammy comforting and noticed that she enjoyed solitude as much as I. Sammy wiped her lips with a napkin then began to clear the table. She made a trip across the kitchen insisting that I just sit and relax adding, “It will only take a minute.” On her second trip back, she stopped at the pantry and took some items off the top shelf. She returned to the table carrying a bottle of tequila, the good stuff, and two shot glasses. She didn’t offer or ask; she just began pouring drinks. We toasted with the first drink, ‘To better times ahead.” She quickly slammed a second shot then began pouring my second (her third). We swallowed them together. The fourth shot she toasted to ‘Pissin’ in the wind.’ I tried to slam mine but midway through, I realized what she said, busted out laughing and spit my drink across the table. This sent her into a giggling fit. She tried to regain her composure and wiped the tears away. She picked up the bottle and her glass then headed towards the den. I quickly followed, noting her slightly inebriated walk. She sat the bottle and shot glass on the coffee table then slouched down on the couch. She kicked her feet up onto the table and grabbed the remote. I sat nearby but not next to her. I watched her flip through the many commercials and goofy shows until she found the music channels; stopping when she heard a tune she knew. She mouthed the words while pouring each of us another shot. “I’m drunk.” she announced afterwards. I could only smile. She then wiggled around on the couch until her head was in my lap. She faced the television on her side. Before I knew it, she was sleeping. Quietly and slowly, I lifted her from the couch then carried her limp body to her bed. I placed her on her side between the sheets and covered her with a blanket. I put her flowers in a vase, cleared the kitchen table and loaded the dishwasher. I put a note on the bar and left, locking the door behind me. Arriving back at my place unusually early, I showered and went to bed. I fell into a deep sleep rather fast. I felt like I had only been laying there for a few minutes when I felt a presence at the foot of my bed. Gently, this presence eased onto the bed with their weight on each side of my feet. I soon realized that this person was crawling up me slowly. I opened my eyes only to see the clock radio on the opposite wall. It read 3:44am. I blinked trying to focus to no avail. The person continued towards my face while I lay perfectly still. Inhaling, I sense a hint of a familiar smell. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the way it made me feel. Soon, I heard a female voice whisper, “John?” I reached my hand upward to feel who this might be in hopes that it was Sammy. But how would she have gotten in my house? It was locked. My hand finds long, curly hair and I quickly realize its not Sammy. I leap from the bed and turn on the lamp to find Janie kneeling in the center of my bed wearing high heels and a sheer red teddy. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?” “I’m a bad girl, John.” she said playfully. “I’m here because you want me to be.” “I what? Are you delusional?” I respond. I can tell that it won’t take long before I become irritated with her. “I saw the way you looked at me. You….” “You misread that! I was shocked to see Steve with a slut.” Her face flashes an insulted look in my direction. “Little Miss Innocent can’t do for you the things I can. I know everything about her.” “Obviously, you don’t. You need to leave.” I said sternly. “Okay.” she said as she scooted to the edge of the bed and rose to her feet. “But when you get bored with her like Steve did, you know where to find me.” She slowly slipped into her trench coat while trying to entice me with her stance. “I do know where to find you, Janie.” I said as I took her by the arm and escorted her back to the door. “Know this, that is one place you won’t see me. If you come around here again, I will have you arrested for trespassing. Understood?” Her response was simply an evil grin. “We’ll see about that.” she said as she disappeared into the night. I waited on the porch for her to leave. It took her several minutes to walk down my long driveway to her parked car by the street. She started the car and sped off, throwing rocks and dirt into the air. I saw her turn the headlights on as she topped the hill. Soon, her taillights disappeared down the other side leaving me standing in the cool night air. I went back inside to get a drink of water from the kitchen. An uneasy feeling swept over me. “Sammy.” I said. I looked around the room to try to figure out what it was I was sensing but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. I slid on some shoes and ran out the door to my pickup then flew to Sammy’s house. Janie’s car was parked in the street. Steve’s car was parked halfway down the drive and Sammy’s car was parked in its usual spot out back. The back porch lights were on, too. I parked about half a block away then walked to the house. As I came closer, I could her shouting and angry voices. What could be going on here at this time of night? I walked down the sidewalk and tried to peek into the windows through the curtains but I couldn’t make anything out. I lightly knocked on the door then tried the handle. It opened with ease. “Look! I’ve had enough of this! Why can’t you two just leave me alone?” Sammy shouted. I walked into the room. All their eyes turned quickly in my direction. “What are you doing here?” says Steve. “I could ask you the same thing.” I responded. “You have no right…” he began I interrupted, “I have every right when Janie comes to my place, breaks in then crawls into my bed. This is my business.” Steve turned to Janie and said, “You did what?” Janie said nothing. She shot me an angry look then turned to Steve innocently. “Steve, she’s wearing a red teddy and nothing else under that coat.” Steve’s eyes became wild with anger again. He took a few large steps then tore open Janie’s coat to find that I was correct. “You bitch.” he said to her. “What are you so angry about?” says Sammy. “I thought there was nothing between you two but sex. Is there something more I should know?” Steve became flustered. He grabbed Janie much like I had earlier then threw her out the door. “This is not over.” she screamed at him. Steve slammed the door and turned the porch lights out as if no one was there. Janie stood there for several minutes yelling obscenities. Steve’s tone changed from anger to sincerity when he said to Sammy, “I am sorry. I think I should go.” With that he turned to leave. As he passed by me, he gave me a friendly pat on the shoulder and said, “Take good care of her. She’s a good girl.” Steve then left. “What went on here?” I said to her. “Dude, you don’t want to know! Would you like some coffee?” “That would hit the spot.” I said. We went into the kitchen and started the pot. We then sat at the kitchen table and waited for it to brew. I told Sammy about what had happened at my place. She didn’t seem surprised at all. Sammy then filled me on the events that occurred here. She had already devised a plan to help avoid this situation in the future. Number one on her list was changing the locks on the house. She appeared to be unshaken by the events but my head was still spinning from Janie’s visit to my house. I had no idea she knew where I lived or even who I was. “Since he’ll be on the road for the next year, I don’t see why I should be in a rush to find a place and move.” she said. “Someone has to take care of this place.” “I understand. You’re right.” I said. She drew in a deep breath then sighed. “Can I bum a smoke?” she said. I have never known her to smoke but I wasn’t going to lecture her about starting either. I went to my truck and pulled it into the drive. I retuned to the kitchen with a lit cigarette for each of us. As she drew in her first puff, I’m reminded of the graceful women in the old movies; the sexy and alluring way they drew in and blew smoke from their extended cigarettes. Her movements as graceful and gentle as theirs. It was clear that this wasn’t her first smoke. The satisfied look she had from enjoying it made me think that it might not be her last. “So, what are your plans for the weekend.” she says. “I have none. You?” I said before making my way to the coffee maker. “Cream and sugar in yours?” “I like a little coffee with my morning sugar, thank you.” she said with a smiling tone in her voice. We sat in the kitchen until dawn. We exchanged stories of love and hardships. I became to understand her better and realize that she was very sensitive to the things around her. She admitted to feeling drawn to me when we met years ago but never acted upon it. After all, she was engaged to my best friend at the time. We discussed her days as a dancer. She recalled every detail as if it happened hours ago and openly shared humorous stories of her ‘friends from back then’. I find myself inspired by her ability to find the good in bad. Her encouraging spirit makes me want to enjoy life the way she does. I envy the way she is comfortable with herself and her mistakes in the past. I ask a million questions, almost to the point of prying, but I wanted to know everything about her. Affairs Ch. 02 Hi again! In Affairs 1, I introduced myself to you and my secret life as a slut. This is my second installment following my earlier days. After undergrad, my boyfriend and I went to different grad schools. We told each other that we would stay together and visit as often as we could. We did still love each other very much so I wasn't interested in having a relationship with anyone else. Jim was my guy and anything else would be just sport sex. We were far enough away from each other that we wouldn't be able to just drop by. We were several hours apart. Grad school was the most liberating period of my life! I was studying for an MBA in a major metropolitan area and the life of the school and city was amazing. It didn't take long for the inner slut to reveal herself. I would go out with my housemates (also in my program) and party like mad! Bars were open until 4AM so it was a never-ending party. I'd go drinking and dancing and I loved the clubs. This is when I discovered a deep secret within. The dance clubs were in the city. The best dancers were of course black men. I would go to the black bars and dance with all the black men. The deep secret was that I was overwhelmingly attracted to black men. Coming from a southern family, blacks were not put down, but it was clear that a nice white girl would never have sex with one. It was just another taboo for me to break. I remember the first black guy that had me. I say first black guy, because after I had my first one, I let as many have me as possible. To be perfectly honest, after only a month or so at school I decided to completely let myself go. I would study hard and stay away from the college boys so I could keep some kind of reputation on campus, but away from school, I decided to just fuck like a complete tramp. My housemates knew about me being a complete fuck slut, how could they not? My bed constantly had someone new in it fucking the daylights out of me, but really no one else knew. I didn't limit myself to only black men. I fucked just about anyone I wanted to so there were white guys as well, but there were a lot of black men. Take it from me folks, I sampled a lot of cocks and the black ones really are bigger. They also know how to just plain fuck. A lot of white guys try to make love to a woman. I have a boyfriend for that. Other than him, I just like to be taken like a bitch and fucked and filled with cum. It was the early 80's at the time. No one had even heard of AIDS, so birth control pills and a little luck and I was good to go. Anyway, I digress - back to the part about the first black guy that fucked me. As usual, it was a Saturday night and I was at a downtown dance club with one of my prissy housemates looking to drink, dance and get laid. Karen, my blonde housemate needed a good fucking like no one else I had ever met. Her boyfriend was at grad school very far away and so far she had stayed faithful to him. That would soon change. I was dressed in tight spandex type pants (it was the 80's remember) and I had big hair and all. I also wasn't wearing any panties so there would be no panty line. It was a trade off though, because you could see my thick cunt lips protruding in front. I also have thick dark hair on my cunt so you could see that matted in there as well. I knew the boys in the club were getting a great view of my jiggling ass as I strutted my slutty self. Karen for her part was dressed conservatively in jeans and a blouse, but she had no choice but to look good. She was just a cute little blonde from the Mid-West out with her trampy friend. We started drinking (we had a few at home) and were immediately hit on by some guys. We were there to dance so we were right out on the floor. Another nice thing about being a woman is, not having to pay for drinks. Let a guy paw you and you can drink all night for free. We were having a really great time as the night rolled on. We were getting pretty drunk too. We took a short break at the bar when another guy asked if I wanted to dance. I turned to look and had to look up into the dark eyes of the very sexy bald black man. He was a man, not a boy, maybe 35 years old (I was only 22). He had an earring in one ear, an open shirt and was maybe five inches north of six feet tall. I stood there, mouth open staring at this hunk of black man unable to speak. Looking back I think he knew that I was already his that night. Not waiting for an answer (a man that takes action!) he led me to the dance floor by my hand and started dancing with me. It was a dance of mating and we both knew it. This was way before the dancing that kids do today, but we were doing it on the floor. He was grinding his enormous black cock against my barely covered behind as I held my hands in the air swaying to the funky heavy beat. He turned me around and I rode his muscular leg and then he grabbed my hair and forcefully kissed me right there. I was his. He knew it. I knew it and anyone looking knew it. This white girl was going to be black fucked tonight. I had been so engrossed in my public debasement that I had lost track of Karen. Seems that my soon to be lover (Jamal) had a friend and my drunk, seemingly innocent friend Karen was being similarly seduced. Jamal took my hand and without asking led me off the dance floor. He asked if I had everything of mine, like a coat, and when I nodded, he led me out of the club to his car. I didn't have a car so I didn't have to worry about that. He opened the door and we both got in the front. That's when I noticed Karen in the back seat with Jamal's friend Jason (we ended up calling the them J&J). Anyway, I didn't know his name at this point and could only stare in amazement at the site before me. Here was my prudish housemate laying in the back seat passionately kissing this other big black man while he rutted around in her panties with his thick black fingers, rubbing her little white girl clit and finger fucking her as she humped back against his hand. I was shaken from my trance by Jamal demanding to know where we lived. I immediately answered telling him where we lived without even think of the consequences. He started the car and drove towards our place without saying a word. He did pull me close and grab my hand and place it on his cock. I could feel this thick, black python ready to burst from his pants. I rubbed it and pulled at it hoping it would break free and hit me in the face so I could see it up close and suck it. We were back at our place in only a few moments and were both led inside. Karen, the poor thing was very drunk and was led inside by Jason as she tried to pull her panties up over her exposed ass. She shouldn't have even bothered since she was to lose all her clothing very shortly. Once inside, the men took complete charge. He demanded to know where my bed was as Jason did the same with Karen. We pointed feebly down the hall and followed as our black masters led us to our fate. Our other two housemates poked their heads out of their doors to see what the ruckus was. Jamal sneered at them telling them they should either shut their doors or end up getting some black cock too. They both slammed their doors shut and locked them (not that a locked door would stop either of these men). I got to my room and melted into the strong arms of my black man. I was trembling with anticipation of the sex to come. As we kissed passionately, he put his hands inside my pants and grabbed my bare ass and pulled me to him, grinding his massive cock into me. As he worked at my ass, he slowly was drawing my pants down so they were soon a puddle around my ankles. My lubricating pussy was defenseless and bare to him know. I could smell my sex in the air as his fingers roughly penetrated me. In the distance I could hear muffled sounds from the other room and knew Karen had a mouth full of cock. Just as I was wishing the same fate for me, I was pushed down to sit on the bed. I kicked my pants off my feet as Jamal tore my top off over my head. I was also bra-less that night so I was now completely naked in front of him. He pulled his shirt off revealing a thickly muscled torso and washboard stomach. He then pulled off his pants. He also was not wearing underwear so his massive black cock just flopped out right in front of my face. My mouth opened in amazement, but before I could comment he grabbed my head and pulled me to his crotch. He was forceful with this as well and stuffed my mouth full of his meat. It was thick, long, black and hot and I was in heaven. I slobbered all over his massive organ and pumped at the long inches that I couldn't get into my mouth with BOTH hands. He had the largest cock I had ever seen and I couldn't wait to feel him inside me. He also had huge balls hanging below and I knew he would leave me full of hot slimy cum. It seemed to go on forever, but it really couldn't have lasted more than a few minutes before he pulled his cock out of my face and told me to move up on the bed. He said he loved young white bitches and with that, he got between my white thighs and began feeding the first of many black cocks into my previously black cock virgin body. I can't even describe the feeling of how full I was and how amazing it was to be just thrown down and taken like a breeding bitch. He pulled my hair, held my face up and forced his tongue into my mouth as his massive cock penetrated my flooding cunt. I swear I thought his tongue and cock would meet inside me. He was completely dominating me and using me. My orgasms were constant and intense and my screams of delight seemed to echo though the house. It was late that I learned that Karen's screams of ecstasy were the ones echoing my own. His first cum of the night was truly massive. Holding my ass in a vise like grip, his cock detonated inside of me. If you have read of my prior experiences you know that I love men cumming inside me. I love it when my crotch is gooey with cum. I like walking around campus oozing man slime with a smile on my innocent looking cum slut face. This was like nothing I had every known. I could feel hard jets of sperm slapping at the top of my cunt with each pulse of his massive cock. I could feel his cock throb from the base to the tip and then feel the scalding liquid eject inside me. Over and over he deposited rope after rope of his scum inside his trashy white bitch. I howled in delight as I briefly wondered what would happen if this black man impregnated me. Birth control pills are not 100% effective and with the torrential flood of sperm battering my uterus, any mistake would guarantee my fertilization. That thought and the desire for more of his sperm made me grab his ass tightly to try to pull him even deeper inside me as his orgasm continued, my body reflexively wanting to be impregnated by this incredible black man. Lying exhausted atop his latest conquest we held each other sweaty and cum covered, I was still trembling. My thighs were quivering from the exertion of the sex and I could feel his cock still twitching inside me trying to milk out the very last of his semen into the receptive female underneath him. My devastated mind played out the impregnation fantasy going as far as the shock my family would have seeing me nursing a black baby, wondering how my loving boyfriend Jim would take it - his girl, obviously being had by a black man delivering proof for all to see. It was a bizarre, yet satisfying fantasy, once again my body fighting with my intellect for control of my pussy and it's desire to filled with cum. The rest of the night was a blur of sex and semen. I sucked and cleaned his cock, tasting our combined juices several times. He had a sexual energy I had never imagined could exist, but I was up to the challenge. He later told me that he had never had a white chick that could keep up with him and that from now on I would be his favorite bitch. As strange as it may seem, I took a perverse pride in knowing that I was his sexual equal. I rode his cock and he took me from behind. Later on, his friend Jason even came in had me suck his cock clean while Jamal took me like a dog. It was only when he asked my how I liked the taste of my friends cunt that it dawned on me that I was tasting a pussy other than my own for the first time. I had to admit, that I did like the taste. I had of course tasted my own pussy many times after kissing a man that had eaten me, or sucked the cocks that had fucked me, or when I would lick my sticky fingers after masturbating, but this was the first time I had the taste of another woman in my mouth. The men laughed that I must like it as they plugged me from both ends. Jason soon withdrew his cock and I quickly forgot about him as Jamal hammered at me from behind. Holding both my ass cheeks in his strong hands he pounded into me with a frightful force. I was so lost in my sexual haze, that I didn't even notice Karen being manipulated in front of me until I had her furry, cum slick cunt right in front of me. I stared up from between her legs to see her confused face looking back at me. Before she could really react, Jason had pushed her down and filled her face with his cock. She instinctively reached up to guide the massive black cock into her little mouth while he began feeding her his long thick meat. I looked back down between my housemate's legs at little tuft of blonde hair covering her battered cum covered pussy when I felt a hand on my head pushing my face into my friend's quim. I don't know who it was, Jason or Jamal, but I do know that they didn't have to force me. I wasn't a lesbian, but I had always wondered what it would be like to eat pussy. Since her crotch was also covered in cum, my favorite treat, I wouldn't have been able to resist anyway. So that night was another first for me (and for poor embarrassed Karen). I had been had multiple times by a black man. I had two cocks in me at the same time and had eaten pussy. When Jason spewed his cum into her mouth we shared another first as Karen and I French kissed his cum between us. The final first of the night came when Jamal filled me with his last load of the night and I crawled up and straddled my bewildered house mates face with my cum dripping hairy cunt. I held her by the hair as I rode her face and ground my slimy cunt against her face riding myself to another orgasm imagining it was my boyfriend Jim underneath me licking at my devastated impregnated hole. J&J left us in bed together sometime just before sunrise. We lay together naked and uncovered; two scum covered black cock loving bi-sexual sluts. We didn't even bother to close the door so later that morning when our other housemates were bold enough to leave their rooms, they could clearly see the results of what they had heard all night. They had known I was a tramp, but know they knew that I had dragged Karen down with me as I continued to delve into my deepest depravities. J&J continued to fuck us both and make us pose for them in obscene positions doing nasty lesbian things and licking each other's assholes and more. We became their cum dumps and they even brought friends to help. One night we both took on 6 black men. Even I couldn't believe how far down I had sunk, but throughout this all, I still loved and looked forward to seeing Jim. He would visit from time to time. I know my other housemates looked at him in pity since they knew what I was doing when he was gone. Then completely by accident, my fantasy of riding Jim's face with my-cum filled cunt came true. Jim was supposed to be here early on a Saturday morning. I had planned to stay home and be a good girl the night before so I could give Jim a reasonably clean pussy to play with, but J&J had other ideas. When they came to the door that night, I asked them to give me the night off since my boyfriend was supposed to be here in the morning. They thought it was great that I would be having some white wimp over the next day. When I told them that Karen wasn't home, they though that was even better. The idea of using some white boys girl and filling her full of cum for him drove them insane! I should have known there would be no way to stop them so I just surrendered to them and did everything they asked of me. I sucked ass, cleaned cock and fucked both men until the next morning. My room reeked of sex, my bed sheets were soaked with sweat and sexual fluids - both mine and theirs and my body was covered in their sticky seed. I had passed out from the exertion and lay there spread legged as the two black men left. I awoke to a soft knock on my door and suddenly panicked! It was Jim! He was early and I was busted! Jim: Donna didn't know this, but one of her roommates, Susan, took pity on me on one of my visits and told me all about what Donna was doing. She went into great detail about what she had witnessed. She expected me to fly into a rage and leave, but was stunned when I told her that I didn't care and that Donna could do whatever she wanted so long as I could have her when she was done. Susan was a pretty hot brunette too. Seems Susan liked watching my girl Donna and Karen and the black men go at it. Just like all white girls, she had fantasized about doing it with a black man, but just didn't have the guts that my girl did. Susan figured out that this scene also excited me, and that we had a little thing in common. It was Susan that told me to come by early to see Donna. Turns out that she had let J&J know about my arrival and had asked them to come over and fuck Donna so I could witness my girl in action. Donna never knew that I came over the night before and hid in Susan's room until the sex really got into high gear. Susan and I both watched Donna get used by the black men until the next morning. Susan would taunt me as I jacked off watching my girl being the slut of the town. Susan for her part also masturbated furiously to the scene before us. She would also catch my cum in her hands and feed it back to me telling me that I would be getting a mouth full the next morning. I waited until J&J left and then a moment more before going to Donna's door and knocking. I knew that she didn't have any time to clean herself up and that's what I wanted. I wanted my girl freshly fucked and cum covered. Ever since that first time she cheated on me, I couldn't imagine anything as hot as her covered in another man's cum. Susan kissed me and said thanks for the hot night and watched as I knocked. I didn't wait for an answer. Instead I opened the door. Even though I had witnessed my girlfriend's flagrant infidelity with two massive black men all night, I was still unprepared for the sight before me. It was daylight now so all was revealed to me. It was actually comical as Donna tried to cover herself and make excuses for her disheveled state. In my most comforting tones I told her that how awesome it was that she had prepared herself for me. At first she was confused and then realized that I thought she was lying there naked ready to make love with me!! Donna: I was panicking. No way Jim wouldn't know that I had just been laid. He might have even seen the two large black men that had just finished using his girlfriend leave! How would I be able to explain this? He had to know that the smell in the room was sex! He started talking to me. I really didn't understand at first what he was saying since I was like a caged animal looking for a way out, my mind racing in a thousand directions. And then it dawned on me. He wanted me. He wanted me right now, even though I was a cum covered slut. I didn't know for sure, but I suspected that he knew I was just post sex and that he liked it. Either way it didn't matter to me. He was giving me an out and I was going to take it. I watched as he closed the door and took off his clothes. His smaller (but not tiny) white cock jutted out in from of him. I lay back on the sticky sex smelling bed as he came to me. He lay next to me and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth seeming to search for the remnants of anything left behind by the men before him. I remembered the morning after I had been had in undergrad, how Jim licked at me then. Maybe he knew then as well? Maybe he knows now or maybe not. I was still hot and didn't care. I remembered how hot I was the last time I fed him my used pussy. I was getting hot again knowing that soon I would be feeding my loving boyfriend a cum filled cunt again! Affairs Ch. 02 Jim: Donna relaxed and lay back on the bed. I looked hungrily at her dark hair covered cunt and could clearly see the slime left there by J&J. My eyes moved up to her soft belly and I wondered if all the black man's cum inside her was at this very moment fertilizing my girl's eggs. Even after multiple orgasms the night before, my cock was painfully hard. I think I secretly wanted her to be impregnated so all the world would know that I had been cuckolded by my slut. I wanted he more than ever. I went to her and began my cleansing of her slut body with a passionate French kiss. I told her that I loved oral sex and went about the business of searching her body for cum. I could feel the dried remnants in her hair and licked at that. I licked at the salty leftovers on her cheeks and breasts. She was stroking me asking if I loved her. I groaned that I did. I told her I would do anything for her. She smiled wickedly and pushed me onto my back. I knew what was coming next and couldn't wait. Donna: I rolled Jim onto his back and knee walked my cunt up to his face. I grabbed his hair as I ground my slimy hairy cunt into his face. I contracted my pelvic muscles as much as I could to force out as much cum as I could into my loving boyfriends mouth. Maybe her would lick enough cum out of me to make sure I wouldn't get pregnant. Wouldn't that be ironic? Wouldn't that be amazing if I wasn't on birth control and had to rely on my Jim's post sex kink of sucking another man's scum from me to prevent pregnancy? How hot would it be if I had to beg him to save me from getting pregnant by a black man and only his talented tongue could save me. I wish I could be brave enough to let that happen, but I couldn't openly admit to him what kind of a slut I really was. It was just as I had fantasized the night I rode Karen's face to a mind-blowing orgasm except it was a gentler, loving experience. Jim did love me and I did love him and his gentle tongue on my battered womanhood was soothing as he swallowed the balm left inside me. I reached behind me and jacked him off until he came on his belly, hitting my naked ass crack with a couple shots as well. I lifted up and had him lick my dripping as crack as well. He licked my entire crotch, asshole and all before we were done. I went down and licked his cum off his stomach and then French kissed him deeply, sharing his own juice with him. Since we had both cum from this experience, we both collapsed in each other's arms and lay in the accumulated sexual fluids embedded in the sheets, both sticky with cum and cunt juice. Jim: Looking up staring at her thick dark cunt hair as the dollops of black man juice dripped into my mouth were the culmination of all my fantasies. I had left the door slightly ajar as a promise to Susan so she could view my humiliation. I knew that she was furiously masturbating as I lay there being fed my morning scum. When it was all over, we lie in bed and fell asleep, hot, sticky and funky from all the sex in that bed. Donna didn't wash the sheets that entire weekend and I left the next day to go back to school confident that we were still an "item" even though she was essentially the town pump and the easiest ride around. This wasn't the last time that I saw her in action, or the last time that I was served a hot sticky cream pie from my loving, hot, slut girl.