0 comments/ 190138 views/ 7 favorites Sam's Story By: Just Plain Bob Depending on your point of view Sam is either voluptuous, pleasingly plump, or a chubby little sexpot. Whichever way you see her there is never a doubt in your mind that she is an extremely fuckable woman. I've yet to see the man whose head doesn't turn when she walks by. In her never ending battle against becoming fat Samantha follows an exercise program that would put a professional athlete to shame and many are the times that I've gone to the gym to pick her up and watched the men who were there watch Sam. I have gotten so used to men not being able to take their eyes off her that I don't even notice them anymore, and that’s how the trouble started - I should have been paying more attention. Samantha has never realized how sexually alluring she is. She thinks she is too fat and that most men have no interest in a "fat broad" (her words, not mine) and so she has always ignored me when I've told her to be careful when she is around men, "You let your guard down sweetie, and they'll have you on your back in a New York Minute." Sam is also a very trusting person and doesn't think ill of anyone. I've told her a thousand times that she is too naive, but she just laughs and tells me that I'm too cynical. To help complicate the mix, Sam can't handle liquor very well. It does not take much to get her looped and when she gets looped she loses her common sense and most of her natural inhibitions. It has never been much of a problem because Sam is everybody's buddy, and even though most of the men would rather fuck her than eat, most of the time they treat her like a younger sister and they are very protective of her. She often stops for a beer or two with the guys she works with and there had never been a problem - like I said, the guys look after her - or at least once upon a time they did. I have a very good job, one that I like immensely, but it does have one draw back, it has me traveling two or three times a month. Some of these trips are only for a day or two, but some have lasted as long as a week. I had flown to the home office for a sales meeting and after four grueling days spent listening to self proclaimed "motivational" experts I was glad to be returning home. I walked into the house and found Sam on the bed, passed out. There were empty beer bottles all over the place and the bedroom reeked of sex. Sam lay with her legs spread wide and there were dried white blotches, that could only have been cum stains, all over her tits, face, stomach and her hairy bush. Her cunt lips were reddish and swollen, her tits had hickeys all over them, and it was obvious, even to a dumb shit like me, that Sam had been thoroughly gang fucked. Amazingly, looking at Sam on the bed did not drive me to rage, or even anger; all I felt was sorrow because I knew our marriage would never again be the same and it had been a great marriage. Looking at Sam, spread out on the bed like a discarded doll, I thought about what it meant. Sam knew I'd be home early on Saturday so why did she allow me to find her this way? Did she get drunk and forget or was what happened so mind blowing that she spaced it out? Or, and this was a most unsettling thought, did she not care if I found her this way? I had a lot on my mind as I picked up the debris of her night of debauchery, none of it good. I was just finishing the dishes in the kitchen when I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Sam standing in the doorway. I can't even begin to describe the look on her face - worry, concern, shame, and even a touch of defiance. "When did you get home?" she asked. "About three hours ago" I replied. I saw a tear slide down her cheek, "I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry" she said in an anguished voice and she turned and left the room and few minutes later I heard the shower running. Forty-five minutes later, as I was in my home office working on my expense report, Sam came in and sat down on the couch. "I can't blame you for hating me, but can I at least tell you what happened?" I turned to face her and waited. The company that Sam worked for hired a new guy to be their computer guru and Ron took one look at Sam and decided he had to have her. He wasted no time in starting his campaign to get close to her. He talked with her every chance he got; he arranged his lunch hour to coincide with hers, sat with her in the lunch room and even took her out to lunch on several occasions. He became a regular in the group that stopped at the bar after work, and in general, he was always around and working on her. And Sam of course, being Sam, thought he was just being nice to her. A couple of times he almost got her out of the bar, but one of her coworkers always came to the rescue. That is they did until the day Ron said, "What's with you guys? You want to fuck her as bad as I do so why are you getting in my way? Don't you realize that as soon as one of us fucks her the door is open for everybody else?" The guys all looked at each other as Ron's words sank in and at that point Sam was doomed. It was three days before Sam stopped again with the guys from work. I had just gone out of town for the four day trip and wouldn't be back until Saturday. The evening started out normally enough with Ron and another guy challenging Sam and Bill to a game of pool. Ron and the other guy threw the match and had to buy Sam and her partner a round of drinks. The next pair of challengers also threw the match and bought a round of drinks for the winners. Sam and Bill won six straight matches with the losers always buying the winners a round. Sam never noticed Bill switching his full drink for her empty or half -empty one and by the end of the sixth game Sam was blitzed. For the seventh game Ron, who was the challenger, said he wanted to change the stakes; if Sam won he would buy all her drinks for the next five times she stopped after work and if he won she would have to give him a kiss. Sam, who had just won six in a row and who therefore knew she was unbeatable, agreed. Sam broke the rack, sank two balls and then missed an easy shot and Ron, who was next, ran the table. Ron walked over to Sam to claim his kiss and she, expecting a quick peck on the mouth, offered her face up to him. When Ron pulled her close and slipped his tongue in between her lips Sam, who was well past the point where her common sense and inhibitions had disappeared, responded in kind. The two of them kissed passionately until the other guys hollered at them to give up the table and 'go get a room.' Ron walked Sam over to a table and bought her another drink and when she was halfway through it he got her out onto the dance floor for a slow waltz. Five minutes later, when Ron walked her out the back door and into the parking lot, no one interfered. Ron fucked her on the back seat of his car - twice - and then he left her and went back into the bar. Two minutes later Doug was fucking her and after Doug the rest of the guys went out to Ron's car one by one. When the bar closed at two a.m. Ron drove Sam home and the other guys followed. When Sam woke up the next morning Ron was in bed with her and she did not remember how he got there, but the two of them called in sick and spent the entire day in bed fucking. That night Ron took Sam out to dinner and then they stopped at the bar where, an hour later, Sam was again on the back seat of Ron's car taking on all comers. The next morning she woke up in bed with Ron and Bill. That night after work they didn't even bother stopping at the bar, everyone followed Sam home. By that third night Ron was considered to be Sam's unofficial boyfriend and regardless of who and how many she fucked the night before she always woke up with Ron next to her. Her fourth night was a repeat of the previous three and to the best of her recollection she was used by eleven different guys that night." When she was through I asked her when she had developed her sudden taste for multiple partners and she blushed - actually turned red - and said, "I don't really like having that many men use me, but it's the price I have to pay to get Ron to fuck me." "Are you in love with him?" I asked. Eyes downcast she said, "He's an insufferable bastard and I can barely stand him, but he has an eleven inch cock and I can't get enough of it." "So what does that mean for us?" I asked. She was silent for a moment and then she said, "I don't honestly know. I love you and I hope you believe that, but I love Ron's cock too and he can have me any time he wants me and if it means I have to fuck all his buddies to get him to give it to me I will." So now I have a decision to make. Can I live with the fact that the woman I love is a slut for another man - an asshole with a big cock - who can make her fuck whoever and however many he wants? Or do I say goodbye to twenty years of marriage and the only woman I have ever loved? Sam's Story Hi. My name is Samantha but you can call me Sam. Everyone else does. I won't tell you my surname because, well, it's a rather an ugly name. I think of it as my most unglamorous aspect but then, modesty was never my strongest point. I've just turned twenty seven and I am in a very happy relationship with a guy I met at university. I'll tell you more about him later. I have long dark hair that really shines in the sunlight. It's very straight and feels like silk to the touch. I have a pretty face. Not ultra-beautiful like a model but cute. I look innocent even now. I like this because it hides my passionate nature and fools people into thinking I'm a girl-next-door type. But in truth, I'm what you might call a really kinky bitch. I love sex and I'm very open-minded. I have a nice hour-glass figure with breasts that aren't too big but nevertheless get me more than my fair share of attention. I have long legs that end in a very shapely bottom. All in all, I'm very lucky to have been born with such good genes. My Mum's a beauty too, even now and we look very similar. People often think we are sisters because she doesn't look her age at all. Before I went to uni I was seeing this guy, Archie. He was my first love. One of the best things about Archie was that he taught me so much in bed. He had a very sensitive nature and he was incredibly caring and sensual. He was also very persuasive and I found it impossible to refuse him anything. That's how I got to really know my body and what turned me on. I found myself sucked into his sexuality and tried all number of different, delicious things. I remember one night when I was sleeping. It must have been three or four in the morning and I woke lying on my side facing away from Archie. He was lying on his side too, facing me and I felt his fingers in me and his cock pressing against my bumhole. We'd never had anal sex and I wasn't sure what to do. I was a feeling very drowsy and his fingers were really turning me on. I don't know why but I started pushing back against his cock. Our juices were lubricating my arse and he pushed into me just and inch or so as my muscles relaxed. I remember him breathing very heavily in my ear and then his cock slid a little deeper into my passage and I groaned and pushed back so that he went deeper. I didn't know what to expect. I suppose it should have hurt but I didn't notice anything other than an extremely sensual feeling of fullness. He started to fuck me, very slowly and very carefully. He didn't force his whole cock into me and he settled into a slow rhythm, still fingering me. I reached between my legs and stroked my clit as he continued to finger me. The movement of his hand was in perfect rhythm with his cock. I felt my orgasm slowly growing and I went with it, letting it build at its own pace. As I came, Archie continued to fuck me slowly and it made my orgasm stretch out for what felt like an age. When I had finished, Archie removed his fingers and held my hips. I stopped touching myself and concentrated on the sensations in my back passage. What I felt was unique for me at that time. I still have trouble describing the sensation because it felt like he was in my cunt but not. I know he was behind my vagina but that doesn't quite describe it either. It was the most intimate moment of my life. Archie began to thrust faster and deeper. I felt a little pain but it was ok; quite nice in its own way. What happened next really took me by surprise. Without any direct stimulation of my cunt, I came. It was incredible and I never would have imagined it possible if Archie hadn't have done this to me. I could feel my juices rolling over my leg as my body exploded into an orgasm that spurred Archie on to climax. When his orgasm subsided, he eased himself out of me at such an imperceptible pace that I hardly noticed until the last moment when my sphincter tightened involuntarily, propelling the tip of his cock out of me. So that was the moment that I fell in love with anal sex and our lovemaking took a turn for the better that allowed me another avenue to explore and exploit. On another occasion, we had just had a bath and Archie was leaning over, emptying the water. I knelt behind him and run my tongue over his bum cheek. He froze instantly and I thought he wasn't enjoying it but then he let out a little groan and told me it felt nice. I made spirals over his skin with the tip of my tongue and brushed my lips against him, stopping from time to time to kiss him gently. I slipped my hand between his legs and felt his hardening member. As I stroked his cock I became more adventurous with my mouth, moving from one cheek to the other and sometimes lingering on his crack but not touching his hole. After a few minutes of this I went full out for his hole. I started slowly and lightly before pressing harder and lapping at his ring. His cock was beginning to throb and he was moaning quietly. I pushed my tongue into him. I'd never done this before and the soft texture of his anus felt sensual around my tongue. I fucked him with my tongue, pushing into him as far and as fast as I could. I could see his thighs shaking with pleasure as my long tongue probed him deeply. After a while I could feel him getting close to orgasm so I quickly stopped and turned him around, taking his cock in my mouth. I slipped my middle finger into him and he came almost immediately. The feeling of his arsehole around my finger was fantastic. I let his cum dribble out of my mouth and onto the floor, standing up as it did so to make sure he could see. It dripped onto my breasts and he grabbed them and massaged the cum into my skin. I felt as horny as hell and ground my pussy against his leg. He took me to the bedroom and finished me off with a vibrator. Whilst he played with me, I found myself fantasising about fucking him with the vibrator. When I went to uni, Archie and I split up. It was a very sad time in my life although we knew the distance wouldn't allow us to stay together but I've always been grateful to him for all the things he taught me. I'll never forget him. Life at uni was good. I was one of a group of students who became friends and we were all obsessed with being liberated. The crowd was about ten strong and everyone had a personal agenda about one thing or another, all of which was to demonstrate that we had cast off the shackles that the rest of the world had to live with. We had one guy who was pro declassification of drugs, another who took vegetarianism to an extreme and wanted to liberate animals from test labs and another who wanted a radical reform of the political system, and so it went on. It was at this time that I met Jacky who I thought was the bravest of our liberated crew because he was a transvestite and one day he walked into the Student bar in women's clothes. There were sniggers from a lot of people that night but he sat down with us and carried on as if nothing was wrong. He seemed oblivious to the disapproval of other students. Jacky looked quite convincing. He had long hair anyway and a slim, boyish figure that allowed him to acquire a feminine appearance almost naturally. I found him fascinating. I'd never met a TV before and he was such a charming guy that I found myself drawn to him. When I got the chance, I sat next to him and mentioned that he looked really good. We broke into a long conversation about it and Jacky was very open about his feelings. When we got on to the subject of make-up I tactfully suggested that his could be improved if he wanted some help. That was how we ended up back in my room a little later. Jacky sat at my dressing table, the mirror in front of him with me beside him, cleaning his make-up off and reapplying my own. I used a good foundation that covered his shadow well and then applied a little blusher, mascara and lipstick. He was very please with the way he looked. It was at this point that I realised how much I fancied him. He was good looking whether he was dressed as a boy or a girl and he had such a wonderful personality that I found myself looking past his outer skin and deep into his soul. I poured us both a glass of wine and we sat on my bed since there was no room for much furniture in my digs. We talked for ages and lost all track of time. By the time we had our first kiss, the sun was coming up outside. His lips were moist and feminine and I felt myself taking the lead, pushing him down on the bed and climbing on top of him. Jacky was wearing a short, black cocktail dress and I reached behind him and found the zip. He arched his back as I slowly pulled the zip down. With the dress off his shoulders I lowered my head and sucked his nipple. My hand glided down his dress and when I found the hem, I pulled it up slowly. He was wearing black satin panties underneath the dress and my fingers danced over the material, tickling his cock and balls. He groaned as I did this and I could see sticky precum oozing through the satin as I lowered my head. I found the sight of his groin wrapped in satin very sexy. I'd never thought about it before but now I realised it was something else I wanted to explore. Jacky's head was resting on a pillow and I could see him staring open-eyed as my lips traced the outline of his stiff cock. I stopped to lick the precum off his knickers and could hear him whimpering. I slipped one hand underneath him so that my thumb knuckle was pressed against his arsehole. With the other hand I pulled his cock out of the top of his knickers and took him in my mouth. I could feel he was very close to cumming so I stopped what I was doing, stood up and very slowly took my clothes off. I sat down on top of him and moved up his body so that my cunt was above his face. I felt his hands holding my ass cheeks firmly as he pulled me to his face. His tongue lick hungrily at me and I pressed down on him harder, grinding my cunt into his face. I was on the edge as I pulled away and sat down on his cock. He entered my soaking cunt easily and his hips thrashed wildly as he fucked me. We only fucked for a brief amount of time, but we both came before I dropped back onto the bed beside him. We crawled under the sheets and slept for hours. We got up around noon and went back to Jacky's so that he could get changed. His apartment was huge. It turned out that his parents were very well off and they set him up in a flat just off campus. He seemed to have everything. He had several wardrobes in his bedroom and lots of clothes – both everyday 'guy' clothes and lots of dresses, skirts and blouses. He had about twenty five pairs of shoes ranging from hiking boots to very spiky high heels. We both undressed and showered together. This was the first time I had seen his body really properly. His legs were shaved and his pubic hair was shaped and trimmed. In fact, that small patch of pubic hair was all the body hair he had. We fooled around in the shower and then got dressed. Jacky's underwear drawer was full of lingerie. Most items were either satin or sheer with the occasionally lacy item. He had lots of tights and stockings too and I started to dress him in my mind. Planning what I'd like to see him wearing. I decided I'd work on that later. He slipped on a pair of sheer white panties. His cock was visible through the material and I felt a tingle between my legs as I looked at him. He put on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of trainers. We were starving hungry so we went into town and got a bite to eat. By the time we got back to Jacky's apartment, it was nearly seven o'clock. Jacky poured a glass of wine and we listened to some music. I ran a bath and we lay in it, drinking wine, talking, laughing and caressing each other. I looked down and noticed my pussy needed a trim. I think Jacky's well groomed patch made me a little conscious and when I mentioned it, Jacky was more than happy to help out. He got a little carried away and the next thing I knew, I had no pussy hair at all. Jacky grinned at me as he admired his handy work. I didn't mind at all. It's quite nice to be completely bald sometimes. When we got out of the bath and dried off, I went to the bedroom and opened his underwear drawer. I took out two pairs of satin panties of the same style and put one on the bed and wore the other pair. I then found a matching suspender belt and glossy stockings. Finally I found a cami top that matched and put that on the bed too. When Jacky walked in I said I hoped he didn't mind me wearing his knickers and he smiled at me and told me I can take my pick anytime. I asked him if he'd like to wear the lingerie on the bed and he was happy to do so. He asked me to dress him so I did. I slipped the panties up his legs and packed him in as best as possible. I loved the way the material gave him such a glossy bulge. It looked great. I tucked his cock in so that it was pointing sideways and I wanted to stroke and play with him there and then but I waited until his suspender belt, stockings and cami top were on. I'd never dressed a man before – not in any type of clothing and it was an extraordinarily sensual moment and the air felt charged with eroticism. I stroked his chest through his top and gently squeezed his nipples to erection. Jacky was standing in front of me and I pulled him to me as I sat on the bed. Lifting his top slightly, I kissed his belly and ran my hands over his bum. His firm cheeks felt delicious through his panties and I curled my fingers between them making sure I pressed against his hole. I leaned my face forward and kissed the tip of his stiffening cock through the white satin. He groaned his encouragement as my tongue moistened the material. His cock was completely stiff now, pressing hard against his panties and my mouth. I slowly pulled his panties down and stroked his smooth legs through his stockings before bringing my hands between his legs and stroking his balls. A tear developed on the tip of his cock so I leaned forward and licked it off with the very tip of my tongue. Standing up, I lifted Jacky's cami top over his head and dropped it to the floor. I laid him on his belly on the bed and picked his discarded panties up off the carpet. Sitting beside him, I ran his panties over his legs and his back. His face was resting to one side so I tickled the exposed part of his face with the satin material. The glistening pre-cum in his knickers touched his lips and a small drop clung to his skin. I watched as he licked his lips, tasting himself. I ran the panties back down his body and flopped them onto his bum and between his legs. He arched his back slightly as the material tickled his skin and I took the opportunity to slide them over his exposed hole. He groaned and twitched as the material brushed over the nerve endings at his entrance. I leaned forward and began licking him as I had done that first time with Archie. I probed his hole and continued to stroke his skin with his knickers. His body tensed and he groaned out loud as my tongue pushed deep into him. His hips writhed in time to the movement of my tongue as Jacky became lost in the sensations he was feeling. I kept a slow purposeful rhythm not wanting to go too far too quickly but also to give myself the time to enjoy the smooth tight skin that encompassed my tongue. I could feel myself tingling with excitement as I lifted my head and massaged his hole with my finger. He told me to stop a moment and leaned over to a drawer by the bed. Leaving the drawer open, he passed me a tube of lube. The drawer was full of toys, condoms and oils. I saw a glass dildo that I immediately wanted to use on him but I waited. First I wanted to enjoy the sensation of his tight hole wrapped around my finger. I squeezed some lube onto his arse and then my finger. I began to slowly work my finger into him moving in and out up to the first knuckle then the second and finally my whole finger. His hips pushed back at me as I pressed into him, pushing my fingertip against his prostrate. He groaned loudly every time my finger hit the spot, encouraging me to go deeper and harder. I told Jacky to pass the glass dildo which he did without question. He was breathing very heavily as I pressed the glass against his hole. I'd never fucked a man before and was so excited, I felt close to cumming. The dildo was shaped liked a cock – it even had glass veins running over it and it felt great in my hands. It was about six inches long and quite thick. I had to push hard to get it into him but after the head had disappeared there was no effort needed from there in. Jacky was groaning uncontrollably, thrashing his hips up and down as I fucked him harder and faster. I found myself wishing it was a real cock pounding into him. Wishing there was another guy here to do this whilst I sucked and fucked Jacky. With the dildo still in him, I rolled Jacky over and got myself into a sixty-nine position. I could feel him licking my pussy through my now soaked knickers. His stiff cock was oozing as I continued to fuck his arse. Taking him in my mouth, I tasted the deliciously salty goo that oozed from him. Then he pulled my panties to one side and buried his tongue in me, licking and sucking me for all he was worth. My orgasm exploded onto his face and I wailed like a Banshee as his tongue hungrily fucked me. Sensations roared through my body, keeping me in climax for ages. I couldn't do anything for Jacky at that point, being unable to concentrate on anything but the extraordinary orgasm that gripped my body. As it began to subside, I lowered my head and rested it on his belly. I kissed the skin and stroked his hips through his suspender belt. The dildo had slipped out of his arse so I pressed it back into him and began fucking him whilst taking his cock in my mouth. He began to fuck me, his cock pushing to the back of my mouth and then coming almost out again before thrusting back. I started to fuck him very hard with the dildo and felt his cock swell before he shot into my mouth. I swallowed his load and slowly brought him back down but I kept fucking him. I didn't want to stop yet. His cock remained hard in my mouth and I felt him resume his attention to my pussy. Then his tongue slipped over my perineum and onto my arsehole. This was the best sex I'd ever had. I'd fucked a guy in the arse and now I was going to get the favour returned. I couldn't wait to feel him in me. A lubed finger slipped into me followed by a second. He started to finger fuck me and lick my pussy at the same time. I groaned appreciatively as his fingers increased their speed. I slowly pulled my arse way from him then got off, pulled my panties off and sat down on his lap facing him. I eased his cock into my tight arse and pressed my weight down on him. The sudden sensation of fullness took my breath away and I started to rise up and down his pole more quickly than I had planned but at a pace that my aching body demanded. I still had my panties in one hand and I rubbed the sodden crotch into Jacky's mouth so that he could taste my pussy whilst I fucked him. His eyes were closed and he was lost in the moment. I started to fuck him faster and faster, feeling his cock stretch me inside, pressing against the inside of my cunt. Suddenly, it hit just the right spot and my orgasm brewed up inside me. I could feel Jacky was with me so I fucked him furiously and brought us both to a shuddering orgasm. I lay on Jacky panting and exhausted, felt his arms wrap around me, holding me as he nuzzled into my neck. This was when I knew I had met my soul mate. I'd never thought of underwear as being so integral to sex before but being with Jacky and seeing how it turned him on made me see things differently. I chucked out all my old cotton undies and replaced them with raunchy g-strings and panties and tight bodies made of satin, lace and see-thru material. Sam's Story Jacky loved it. We'd sometimes go to the market and buy really cheap, sleazy undies for each other. It was fun especially when we got home and modelled the latest outfits for our mutual pleasure. I found him a pair of very sheer panties once that were so thin they must have been made from the same nylon as glossy stockings. He liked them so much that when he put them on the first time, he almost came. He looked great too with his cock and balls so visible in them. I watched as he touched himself, mesmerized by how excited he was. I knelt down and licked at his cock through his panties and in seconds cum was spilling through the nylon and all over my face. We went back to the market stall the next week and bought each other several more pairs of different colours. It's hard to describe why these knickers were so nice but I think it was mostly because the material was so tactile and enhanced the sensation of being touched through them. During my gap year I worked in an office and I travelled in by train. I often wore quite short skirts and I'd sit surrounded by people and rest a broadsheet newspaper on my lap and surreptitiously slip my hand up my skirt so that I could lightly stroke my clit through these lovely knickers. It was quite hard not to give the game away when I came but I'm pretty sure no-one ever knew what I was doing. One day I told Jacky I'd like to see him being fucked by another guy. If he was shocked by this, he didn't show it but instead asked me questions about it, probing my mind to find out just how the fantasy would play out. I described it all in detail and then we made very passionate love. I took this as a sign that he would be willing to try this out some time. It had clearly turned him on a lot. I've often tried to analyse this fantasy but I can't really tell you why I find the idea such a turn-on. It just is. Maybe it's because it seems so fucking filthy to me. Not long after I'd told him about my fantasy, Jacky bought a video. We sat and watched it that night and I'd never seen anything like it. I knew about transgendered people but I'd never seen any. Jacky was the closest thing and since he didn't have a female form (apart from when he wore falsies and a corset), this was all new to me. I sat in silence through most of the movie. It showed guys fucking TGs, TGs fucking other TGs, TGs fucking girls and even girls fucking TGs. It really turned me on. Jacky sat with a stiff cock all the way through it too and if the idea behind watching the film was to put me to the test, I passed with flying colours. I gave Jacky's arse extra attention that night and we fucked for hours. Over the years, Jacky has made friends with a lot of other cross-dressers and we occasionally go to a gay bar that's a regular haunt for TVs. It's good in there because Jacky can dress how he wants without getting a hard time from anyone. He's got it down to a fine art now and the taxi drivers that take us there and bring us home never appear to notice that Jacky is a guy. One driver tried to chat Jacky up one night. We thought it was hilarious imagining how he'd react once Jacky had stripped off. That's one of the qualities I love about Jacky, he seems so comfortable with himself that he never gets upset with people no matter how they react to him. So we went to the gay bar one night with the specific intention of drawing another CD into the fold. We weren't looking for someone to become a permanent fixture in our relationship, just a living sex toy for one night only. Jacky has a particularly interesting friend called Chrissie who is a TV that lives the lifestyle 24/7. You wouldn't know she's a guy. She's worked really hard at her female identity and you can tell from the way I'm writing about her that we don't think of her as being male at all. She's very self-assured and has a demure elegance that people find very attractive. Her dress-sense is impeccable and she never dresses like the stereotypical 1950's Barbie-doll TV that people often think of when describing cross-dressers. We found her in the corner of the bar with some of her 'girlfriends' and joined the group. We all knew each other so no invite was necessary. Most of Chrissie's friends moved away and eventually we had her to ourselves. It was the perfect opportunity to seduce her. If you talked to Chrissie about her sexual preferences, she would dismiss the subject with a wave of her hand and claim that sexual orientation was just semantics. It didn't matter to her what a person's inclination was; sex was just sex whoever or whatever you chose to have it with. When the evening was drawing to a close we invited Chrissie home for a night cap. She accepted and we all climbed into a cab and made our way home. When we got in, I poured three glasses of wine and we sat on the sofa and talked and laughed and had a lot of fun. Jacky got up and put some music on. It was a collection of dance tunes and when the second track came on, Jacky jumped up telling us it was his favourite and started to dance. He asked us to join him so we all three stood in close proximity and jiggled to the music. I remember looking deep into Chrissie's eyes and thinking she was looking a little turned on so I moved towards her and started to dance more provocatively. Jacky was shouting his encouragement and called out 'Give her a lap dance!' with a big grin on his face. I didn't give Chrissie time to think about it before pushing her carefully back on to the sofa. Jacky put a slow rock song on and I started to bump and grind in front of Chrissie. I was conscious that Jacky ought to be doing this but I was having fun and anyway, I'd make sure we switched later if things started to get serious. I lifted my dress to halfway up my thighs to allow me to climb on to Chrissie's lap but also to show off my stocking tops and to let Chrissie get a good view of my legs. I knelt on the sofa with my legs either side of her lap causing my dress to rise to crotch height. I caught a glimpse of Chrissie staring at my pussy. I was wearing black see-thro knickers and my glistening lips were clearly visible. I hoped she liked what she saw. I leaned forward so that my hair fell into Chrissie's face and squeezed my boobs, groaning and writhing to the music. Then I leant backwards and stroked my hands along my thighs up towards my crotch, pulling my head forward and fixing my stare on Chrissie's whilst licking my lips and smiling lasciviously. Jacky sat down beside Chrissie and I stretched over and kissed his mouth, probing him with my tongue but making sure there was a slight distance between our mouths so that Chrissie could get a good view. Then I went back to Chrissie, grinding my pussy slowly into her lap. I could feel her leg pressing back against my cunt. I leaned forward and kissed her, slowly nibbling her full lips. I twitched as she responded and kissed me back. I could feel my pussy juices beginning to flow. Chrissie's hand slipped between my legs and I sucked air in sharply as her fingernails danced over my pussy. I looked at Chrissie and smiled seductively, stopping to kiss her again before pointedly looking at Jacky. I looked back at Chrissie and whispered that we should get Jacky involved. She smiled at me and gently pulled Jacky over so that she could kiss him too. As their kiss smouldered, I nuzzled in to Chrissie's neck, kissing her skin and nibbling her earlobe. I unbuttoned her blouse and stroked her chest through the silk vest she wore underneath. I didn't want to break their kiss but I DID want to get all three of us into bed so I stopped caressing her skin and suggested we make a move to the bedroom. I got off and grabbed them both by the hand and led them to the bedroom. Once there, Chrissie sat on the bed and Jacky dropped down beside her. I slowly peeled my dress off so that I was standing in just my heels, stockings, suspenders and rather soggy knickers. They were both looking at me so I climbed on the bed and helped Jacky remove his dress before turning to Chrissie to help her. We were now just wearing our underwear. Jacky complimented Chrissie on how sexy she was before kissing her and putting his hand between her legs. He started to stroke her through her pale pink silk knickers and was rewarded by Chrissie's moans and her cock swelling. Chrissie was on her back with Jacky lying half across her kissing her on the lips. I crawled back off the bed and grabbed the lube. Pulling Jacky's panties to one side, I gently rimmed him before carefully lubing him generously. Even through her panties, I could see Chrissie was quite a big girl and I wanted to make sure it was as comfortable as possible for Jacky when she took him. Now I could sit back and watch for a while. This was what I'd been waiting for. As I sat at the end of the bed fingering myself, Chrissie pushed Jacky on to his back and took control. She slipped her panties off and her cock sprang out, firm and hard. She put two pillows behind Jacky's head and kneeled over him so that her cock was in his face. This was the first time Jacky had had a real cock in his mouth and he started tentatively, kissing and licking before encasing Chrissie with his lips. He was clearly enjoying what he was doing and I loved every moment. Chrissie held her cock at a downward angle that ensured he could suck her comfortably and then she started to rock her hips, fucking his mouth slowly. Jacky's cock was straining inside his tight white satin panties and a pool of pre-cum had oozed through the material and gathered invitingly. I leaned forward and Jacky groaned loudly as I licked it off and kissed his aching cock. I knew Jacky was very close to coming but I wanted Chrissie to fuck him before that happened. I walked to the side of the bed and leaned down, offering a breast to Chrissie. She sucked hungrily at my nipple as I stroked her arse. Whispering, I asked her to fuck Jacky. Taking her cock from Jacky's hungry mouth, she stood up and told Jacky to kneel on the bed. I pulled his panties down and put some lube on Chrissie's cock. I fingered Jacky to make sure he was nicely lubed and then held Chrissie's cock and slowly eased it, inch by inch, into Jacky's arse. As her cock head disappeared into Jacky I slipped a finger into myself, cumming immediately. I couldn't believe how horny this was. When fantasies become reality I often expect them not to be as good as I had anticipated but this lived up to my dreams and then some. Chrissie was holding Jacky's hips and encouraging him to move backwards and forwards so that he could dictate the pace and depth and he started with slow shallow movements that gradually became faster and allowed Chrissie deeper and deeper entry. I stroked Jacky's prick and asked him to describe how Chrissie felt inside him. He was finding it difficult to talk through his moans of ecstasy but every now and then he'd utter a word or two telling me how good it felt, how full he was and how connected he felt to Chrissie. I climbed onto the bed so that my head was between Jacky's legs. Looking up I could see Chrissie thrusting into him harder and deeper. Jacky pulled on my legs indicating he wanted to get in a sixty-nine with me. I couldn't get his cock in my mouth from this angle so I pulled him off with my hand whilst he buried his face in my cunt. He pulled my panties to one side and gobbled hungrily at my pussy making me cum again almost immediately. Then it started; a long slow multiple-orgasm that wouldn't stop as his mouth sucked and licked at my clitoris and his middle finger probed my arsehole. I felt delirious due to all the wonderful sights and sensations that were invading my body and keeping me at my peak. Chrissie was hammering into Jacky now and I wanked him hard and fast. His cum splattered down my body as Chrissie cried out and released her load into Jacky. She carried on fucking him long after she had cum, gradually slowing down and finally stopping altogether. They both dropped onto the bed panting and sweating and we crawled together and hugged each other motionlessly for ages. I hoped they would recover soon so that they could both fuck me before the night was over. As I lay there recovering I realised I had two choices – give in to the urge to sleep or make the most of what could be a one-off. There was only one option in my mind so I dragged myself up and went to the bathroom announcing I was just off to clean myself up. When I'd finished, I pulled Jacky to his feet and got him to do the same. I took the opportunity to have an intimate kiss and cuddle with him before going back and getting Chrissie to clean up. When we were all back in the bedroom I got them both to their feet. Kneeling before them, I took Jacky in my mouth and felt his hardness grow. I held him in my mouth as long as I could but once his cock was touching the back of my mouth, I had to pull back. I then turned to Chrissie and repeated the act. When they were both hard I started to alternate between them, sucking one and then the other. Looking up, I said "It's my turn now," with a big grin on my face. I told Jacky to lie on the bed and I climbed on top of him and moved up his body until my pussy was at his mouth. As he started to lick me I moved slightly so that he could concentrate on my arsehole. Chrissie stood beside me and I sucked her prick whilst Jacky worked his magical tongue inside me. I grabbed the tube of lube and handed it to Jacky, moving away from his face so that he could get me ready. I felt a slippery finger squeeze into my rear and work the lube in. When he had finished, I took the tube from him and massaged some lube into his cock. We positioned ourselves so that Chrissie was lying on the bed with her cock in my cunt. We were close to the edge of the bed with Chrissie's legs on the floor. Jacky came up behind me and carefully and slowly entered me. Chrissie stayed still whilst Jacky worked himself in. Then I raised my arse higher into the air so that Chrissie could fuck me properly. And so it started; a stroke into my cunt and a stroke out of my arse. They worked in time together as best they could. Occasionally, they got out of synch and I'd be full of cock both back and front. It was incredible. I could feel my juices trickling down between my legs as they flowed. I couldn't stop moaning and demanding more. Chrissie's legs were getting tired and she stopped moving. I told Jacky to fuck me really hard. He pounded into me roughly, squeezing my hips as he jammed his cock as far into my arse as he could. Chrissie was moaning under me, getting off on the sensation as Jacky's prick rubbed against hers through my stretched walls. I cried out as my climax ripped through me but Jacky kept pounding away, unable to stop until he was satisfied. As my orgasm ebbed away I felt Jacky cum, crying out my name as he did so. Chrissie was still hard inside me so I started to fuck her, banging my cunt down hard and fast. Chrissie's body tensed and her back arched as I brought her closer to the edge. She twitched and moaned as her spunk finally spurted into me. Dripping with sweat I climbed off Chrissie, suddenly realising I hadn't noticed Jacky pull out of me. I lay on the bed laughing. Not a nasty laugh but an elated one because what we had done was so incredible. I looked at Jacky and pulled him to me, kissing him affectionately. I went to the bathroom and felt cum trickling out of my pussy and my arse. It was very kinky but SO nice... Jacky and I are still together and although we haven't ever had another threesome, we are still good friends with Chrissie and Jacky has made it clear that he wants to do it again. Next time he wants to see me with another woman. It's only fair I suppose. I've had a few fantasies about this which have been fuelled by the very graphic account Jacky gave me of what he wants to see me do. I have to admit that the idea of a pretty woman with a strap-on conjures up some vivid images of what she could do to us both... Sam's Story Ch. 02 Authors note: Of all the stories I've posted on Literotica the one that drew the most comment (although, curiously enough, the lowest vote rating) was Sam's Story. Almost everyone said they liked the story, but that it fairly cried out for a Part 2. To everyone who sent a valid email address with their comment I replied that not all stories had happy endings and that some stories were best ended in a fashion that the reader could apply his/her own imagination. The replies I got from that email were almost identical -"It doesn't need a happy ending, but it does need just a little bit more." So, for those of you that just had to have it, I give you Sam's Story, Part 2. The decision I needed to make was not an easy one. I couldn't live with the fact that my wife was telling me that she was a slave to another man's cock and I couldn't bring myself to walk away from her. Something had to be done, but it was no time for ultimatums, at least not the "him or me" kind. I did come down hard in one area though and I told Sam that under no circumstances was she ever again to have Ron or any of her other lovers in our house or I would not be responsible for what happened to them or her. I also made her move into the spare bedroom and told her that she needed to start thinking long and hard on what she wanted the rest of her life to be like. Three weeks went by with Sam and I just barely co-existing in the house. She made several attempts to heal the riff between us, but my response was always, "Are you done with the asshole yet?" and she would turn her head and walk away. Not spending time with my wife left me with a lot of time to think about the situation, but after three weeks I still had no idea of what I should do. I still loved Sam, but I could not separate her from Ron. Not being wealthy I had to work for a living so sitting on Sam 24/7 and physically keeping them apart was out of the question. It was a Monday morning and I had no sooner entered my office and the phone rang. I answered it and found that it was Meredith. Meredith was an old friend of ours who managed the department where Sam worked and in fact had been the one to talk Sam into coming to work there. "What's your schedule look like for today?" "Pretty open, why?" "Buy a girl lunch?" We arranged to meet at Mario's at noon. Meredith was already there sipping white wine when I arrived. I had been dating Meredith when she introduced me to Sam. There wasn't any animosity between over the fact that I'd stopped dating her and started dating Sam. Meredith had always made it plain that she was not the marrying kind and that she wasn't into anything serious. As a result we had stayed good friends and she was often a dinner guest at our house. As soon as my butt hit the chair Meredith went right at it, "Do you know or do I have to tell you?" "Unfortunately I know." "What are you going to do about it?" "On that I don't have a clue. She says she loves me and doesn't want to lose me, but she says she can't give up Ron." "Are you going to throw her out?" "I may end up having to, but it isn't something that I really want to do, why? You ready to settle down?" Meredith laughed, "I probably wouldn't mind playing around a little with you and it might even grab Sam's attention and show her that she has competition, but no, that isn't what I was getting at. What I had in mind was helping you if I could." "How?" "I don't know, but maybe with the two of us thinking about we can come up with something." "Why do you want to get involved?" "Simple. Ron is an asshole and the influence he is having on the other men in my department is not good. Now that they are all screwing Sam they think they are a bunch of studs and they are beginning to act like jerks around the rest of the girls in the office. The girls are not taking it well and there is talk of sexual harassment charges being filed. Morale is going into the toilet and when the fecal matter hits the rotating metal blades my bosses are going to wonder if I can really handle my job." "Well I'm open to any ideas you may have. So far the only one I've come up with is cutting the assholes dick off and stuffing it in his mouth, but all that would do is get me thrown in jail." "You're probably right about that, but if you do decide to go that route use a dull knife, okay?" We parted and I was no farther ahead than I had been except now I had an ally. That night I was in bed trying to fall asleep when Sam came home. I heard the shower start running and it didn't take a great amount of imagination to figure out what she was washing off. Later I thought I heard her crying as I drifted off to sleep. Two days later I received another invitation to lunch from Meredith. When I arrived at Mario's she was sitting at a table with one of Sam's co-workers - a girl named Sally. Sally had a reputation and a nickname - Slutty Sally - and I wondered what she was doing there. I joined them and Meredith said, "You remember Sally? And I nodded my head yes and said hello and Meredith said, "I have a plan and Sally has volunteered to help. How would you feel about taking on a lover?" I looked over at Sally and Meredith said, "No, not Sally, me." "I'm a little dense so you need to explain what you are getting at." "I'm thinking of a two pronged attack here; jealousy and fear. Sam knows that you and I were a couple before you met her and I want to call her in the office and tell her since she is throwing you away I've decided to pick up were we left off and out of friendship I just wanted her to know. Unless you disapprove." "I'm willing to try anything, but what part would Sally play?" Sally laughed and said, "I'm the one who gets to play the juicy part. I had a fling with Ron just before he started up with Sam and I'm going to spread the word that he gave me the clap. Then, because I'm a responsible individual, I'll go to the other guys in the office that I've played with and tell them that Ron has given me a sexually transmitted disease and that I thought they should know. I'll suggest that letting any of their other sexual partners know that they might have passed it on would be the right thing to do. Since three of them are married that should put them in a panic and they will probably get as far away from Ron and Sam as they can, at least until they find out that they haven't been infected." "Meanwhile" Meredith said, "You will see to it that Sam thinks she has caught VD of some type." "How do I do that?" "You are going to doctor her douche with an itching powder. All she will know is that something isn't right with her vagina and then we will make sure that she hears about Sally and then her imagination can take over and do the rest. If I know Sam, and I do, she will come running to me and I'll tell her that she needs to get to a doctor." "Why? All that will do is prove that she doesn't have VD." "You forget that my brother Dan is a doctor and I'm pretty sure that I can get him to work with us on this. After Dan confirms her worst nightmare he will tell her that she has to tell everyone that she has had sex with that she might have infected them. That will back up Sally's story and Sam and Ron will become social outcasts as far as the men in the office are concerned. Meanwhile you and I will be keeping steady company. With any luck Sam's anger at Ron for giving her a social disease will have her turning her back on him and her jealousy at seeing me trying to take you away from her will make her fight for you. What do you think?" "What about Ron? All he has to do is see a doctor and get a clean bill of health." "He could, but I have a feeling that he will be just a little too busy to bother, at least right away." "Why?" "Remember I told you that I might have to fire someone over sexual harassment? Well that someone is going to be Ron and when he starts job hunting he is going to find out that he is not going to get anything near a good recommendation. The way the laws are written I can't really bad mouth him without opening myself for a lawsuit, but I can say in the strongest terms possible that he is not eligible for rehire. If we get real lucky he will leave town." "Do you really think that it will work?" "I don't know, but I can't think of anything else, can you?" "No, but I do have a question. I know why you are doing this, but how about you Sally, what are you getting out of this?" "Revenge! I told you that I had a fling with the guy, right?" I nodded my head yes. "Well I pretty much fell for the guy and then one night after a date he dropped me off at my place and when I asked him if he was going to come in he said no, that I was a lousy piece of ass and he wasn't going to waste any more time on me. I wouldn't have minded if he had said something like "Sorry Sally, but we just don't seem to click," but the way he did it pissed me off and I swore that I would get back at him and this is my chance." I nodded my head in understanding. "Okay, when do we start?" "Today" Meredith said. "When I get back to the office I'll call Sam in and tell her that since she doesn't want you I'm going to make a play for you. Your end is to show up at my office tomorrow and take me to lunch. Then for the next two nights we will stop after work for drinks and you go home late. If Sam asks you why you're late you tell her you were with me. After the third night Sally tells her story and you wait one day and then doctor Sam's douche. After that we will play it by ear." The first person to see me come off the elevator was Sam. She got up from her desk and headed for me. "What are you doing here?" "I'm having lunch with Meredith." "Why?" "Why not? She's a friend. It isn't the first time I've had lunch with her and it probably won't be the last." "Am I invited?" "No. You aren't exactly one of my favorite people right now and I'd just as soon not have to look across the table at you." I walked away from her and headed for Meredith's office. Sam was looking daggers at Meredith and me as we left the office. In the elevator I asked how Sam had taken the news that Meredith was going to make a play for me. "Not well sweetie. She wanted to know how I could be her friend and do something like that. I laughed at her and pointed out that her actions with Ron pretty much said she didn't care for you so how could she get pissed at me because I might? You won't believe her answer." "What was it?" "She said, "It's not the same thing. I don't love Ron, but I do love my husband and I want you to leave him alone." I broke out laughing when I heard that and then we went to lunch. The next two days I followed the script although on both of the nights I stayed out late Sam wasn't home when I got there. To make the plan work I had to go down the block and park and wait for Sam to get in before going into the house. Both times she was visibly upset when I told her where I'd been and with who, but considering where she had been and what she had been doing she didn't dare say a word. The next day when I got home Sam had dinner waiting. When I walked in the kitchen I noticed that she was wearing a bathrobe over high heels and nylons. "Going out tonight I take it?" "No" she said as she took off the robe. She was naked except for the heels and hose. "I thought you might be interested in dessert, either before dinner or after or maybe even both." "You can't be serious." "Why not? You used to think I was the best." "That was before you started out on your career as a gangbang queen. Before you got hung up on eleven inch dicks." "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't set out to make it happen, but I can't change what happened either. I still love you baby and I want to make it up to you." "How? By killing me? By giving me a social disease like AIDS? You have any idea where all these guys Ron has you fucking have been? Did you get a doctor's certificate from the saying that they had been tested and were STD free? Or did you just lay down and spread your legs and say next? Some of those diseases can take a month before they show up. How do I know that you haven't already given me AIDS, herpes, gonorrhea or god alone knows what else? The one thing I know for sure is that if I don't have it already I'm damned sure not going to give you another chance at infecting me." Sam stood there looking at me stunned and I honestly believe that she had never even given any thought to the problem. I was laying it on heavy and I wasn't through. "If you ever want to get in my bed again you are going to have to break it off with your asshole boyfriend, wait a couple of months and then come to me with a clean bill of health from a doctor. Until then I'll share the house with you, but that's all I will share." Samantha turned and ran crying from the room. I'd planted the VD idea and now I had to make it appear to happen. The next day I went through the phone book looking for novelty shops. I found nine listed and started calling around. The first seven I talked to were adult bookstores and the novelties they sold were dildos and things like that. The eighth one is the one I was looking for. It handled stuff like exploding cigars, hand buzzers and magical tricks and yes, they did have itching powder. I hit the store on the way home from work and bought three packages of the stuff. Once home I went and found Sam's douche and took it down to the kitchen. I dumped the douche in a bowl and then opened the packages of itching powder, dumped them in the bowl and then stirred the mixture until the powder was dissolved. After pouring the mixture back into the bottle I cleaned up my mess and put the douche back upstairs where I'd found it. I was in bed when Sam got home that night, but the noise of the shower woke me up. If Sam douched she would wake up in the middle of the night with a problem and by morning she should be in a panic. Meredith called me at eleven the next morning. "Sam just left my office. She is suffering severe vaginal discomfort. You know anything about that?" "Who, me?" Meredith laughed and the said, "I called my brother and he said to send her over and he would fit her in and then I told her she was in deep shit if what Sally was saying was true. She asked me what I meant and I told her that Sally was telling everyone that Ron had given her the clap. She got a shocked look on her face and then left my office and went looking for Sally. Dan said he would put the fear of god into her. He is going to tell her that the law says he has to turn her name into the Public Heath Department so they can investigate whether she has spread the disease. He will let her talk him out of it, but only on the condition that she tells everyone she has been intimate with that she might have infected them. Then he told her he was going to call me and tell me to make sure she did it. And just to help make your day I terminated Ron an hour ago." "How did he take it?" "Not well, not well at all. Threatened to sue for wrongful termination. I told him he was likely to be the one sued by Sally for sexual harassment. He denied it and said she was lying. I told him that it was his word against hers and he could let a judge decide. Anyway, it's time to stir the pot again. You need to come pick me up for another lunch date." Lunch was a quiet affair at least until dessert was on the table. Meredith toyed with her cheesecake for a minute and then said, "How long has it been since you have been laid?" "A little over a month." "You ever think of getting back at Sam by having a fling and letting her know?" "The idea has crossed my mind." "You going to do it?" "Probably not. The old two wrongs don't make a right thing. It isn't out of the question. At least not totally, but I'm not sure what it might do to my getting thinks back together with Sam." "Are you so sure that you want to get back together with her? Think about it. From what I hear the deal with Sam and Ron isn't love or even like, but just a case of her being in love with a big dick. What happens if Ron leaves town and Sam gets back together with you and three months down the road some big dicked dude who knows the story says, "Here little girl, look what I have for you?" "If that happens it would be the end." "You think it won't eventually happen?" "I don't know." "Meantime sweetie, when you decide to get laid give old Meredith here a call. I've been thinking that I screwed up big time when I let you go and introduced you to Sam. I'd like another shot at you." Meredith called me the next day around two. "Things are happening sweetie. My brother called Sam and told her the lab tests came back positive and that she had to get busy notifying her sexual partners. I called her into the office five minutes ago and told her Dan had called me to make sure that she did it. I told her that she had to have done by the end of the day or I would have to call Dan back and tell him so he could go ahead and notify Public Health. She is out there on the floor doing it now." "What now?" "My brother will treat her for VD and then we wait and see." Sam came straight home from work that night and went right to her room and never came out. I wondered if she had called Ron with the news. The next day Sam was home when I got there. "What, not out spreading your legs tonight?" "Must you be such an asshole?" "Hey lady, I'm the injured party here and speaking of injured parties Meredith tells me that you were telling everyone in the office that you have a social disease and that they should be seeing a doctor. I notice that you didn't bother to tell me." "That's because you haven't touched me since before the thing started with Ron." "Lucky me. So did you get it from your big dicked boyfriend and give it to everybody else, or get it from one of the other guys?" "Asshole" she snarled at me and got up to leave. As she was walking away I laughed and said, "I hope that whatever it is it rots his cock off and he ends up with only an inch for you to play with" and I was rewarded by her slamming her bedroom door. The next couple of days she was home when I got there, but she avoided me and we didn't talk which I suppose was a good thing since I was slowly coming to realize that I didn't much like Sam anymore. I also came to believe that Meredith was probably right when she said that Sam would eventually find herself another big cock somewhere. A week went by and Sam was in a full time foul mood. None of her so-called friends would have anything to do with her. They didn't invite her to stop for drinks with them anymore and if she stopped on her own they got up and left. Things were cool at work also. The three married men went home and confessed all to their wives; one was thrown out, one had his wife pack up and leave and the third one and his wife are trying to work things out and all the blame got dumped on Sam. They completely ignored the fact that what happened happened because they got Sam drunk and took advantage of her. Another six weeks went by and Sam and I coexisted in the house. We were civil to each other and a couple of times Sam did try to inject some warmth into our relationship, but I remained cool toward her. Then one night I came home to find her waiting for me. She handed me a slip of paper and I asked her what it was. "It is the clearance from my doctor that says I'm disease free." "That's half of it." "He's gone. He moved to Dallas to take a job." "What happens when he comes back to visit?" "He won't. He thinks everything that happened is my fault." "That wasn't my question Sam. He's a man and you are a good piece of ass. If he comes back to town and needs to get laid while he is here he will call you and you know it. When he waves his big cock at you and says, "Come here Sam" are you going to turn and run away from him?" Sam's Story Ch. 02 To her credit she was honest. She looked away from me and said, "I don't know." "That tells me all I need to know Sam. Best I just set you free so you can go out and find big cocks to play with." Sam and I divorced a year ago and the last I heard she had moved to Dallas. Whether to look for Ron or to just get away and to try and start over I don't know. Meredith and I had a steamy affair for about six months before realizing that we'd got it right the first time before she introduced me to Sam - we were just not right for each other. In a surprising development Slutty Sally and I ended up in a relationship and we are living together. We haven't talked marriage and we may never. Sally is up front and honest and she told me straight out that she had never been a one-man woman before and she didn't know if she could be one. "I'll try sweetie, but if the day comes that I feel the need for a strange cock I'll probably go for it and if I do there isn't any sense in being married and having to go through all that divorce shit." So far she hasn't felt the need and with any luck she won't. I'll just have to wait and see.