0 comments/ 52309 views/ 10 favorites Trapping Samantha By: wifetrapper Sometimes life's greatest adventures start out in a bar. This probably isn't one of them. I have gotten the reputation of being one to bring out the worst in wives. Including my own apparently. I had a failed marriage after finding my wife was sleeping around. I managed to keep my cool and laid my plans to wreck her life and move on with mine. Since then I have messed up a few other guys wives and had some pretty nifty girl friends. Marriage always seems to get into their heads and we have to move on. Friends think of me when somebody either wants me to help them catch their wife in a affair or get into one with them. For that my life is an adventure. Most of my dates and girlfriends usually are ready to hit the road when they find out I am a guy that likes to expose a wife for the cunt she is. I don't get by on being a pretty face, nor do I have a foot long cock. I just let a woman be herself ... and every woman is a whore on the inside. Even though this adventure did start out in a bar I was home in bed. My phone rang, and according to all the racket some guys I knew were drinking with a guy that insisted his wife would never cheat on him. Sometimes that's true. They may want to, but they won't. Heard it all before. They wanted to buy me a beer. At just before midnight I didn't need a beer. I'd been in bed an hour and a half. As far as beer goes, I've never had more than three in a night. Beer only makes me smarter and better looking when consumed by someone else. "You guys sound like you better sober up and go home." Chuck bet us a thousand his wife won't cheat and we each bet him a thousand that she would. As it stands now, if she doesn't we each give Chuck a grand and he gives us a grand if she does. Four of us say she will." Do you happen to even know what this woman looks like?" "Hell yes, me and Brian have seen her. She's hot as hell." "Was that before beer or after beer? I met with Rick and Brian the next evening. We played a couple of games of pool while I drank my diet coke. They were already well into the beer. We talked about Chuck and his wife Samantha and what possessed them to make such a stupid bet. "Brian knows Chuck because he once worked for him. Got fired over some minor shit." Ricked started to explain. "Yeah, I hate the son of a bitch. He always had the attitude he was smarter than everybody else." Brian added. "So, anyway," Rick continued, "Brian saw Chuck come in the bar and he had never seen him out without Samantha. Turns out that Sam was visiting her sister for a couple of days. We got to talking shit and teased him about Sam bouncing up and down on some huge cock miles from her sister. It all led into stories, most about you, and wayward wives and how sneaky they could be." I knew who Chuck was. Chuck owned a heating and air business with a fleet of about thirty trucks and dozens of employees. His company sent men out to my house and they pretty much just switched expensive parts on my unit before telling me it needed to be replaced. Brian certainly fit right in with that bunch. I couldn't figure how he fucked that job up. "Well guys, as we well know going to see a sister is the biggest lie a wife will tell. What husband can check up on that without just parking out front and peeking into the windows? And, about wives being sneaky, they don't have to be. Husbands are just too stupid to suspect the lying cunts of running around on them." "Except for my wife." "Sure, Rick, I started to mock him, "Everybody's wife but yours. Maybe we should make Julie a target some time to see how long it would take find out who she is fucking while you are down here drinking beer every night." Brian started razing him about Julie fucking some stranger when Rick turned on him. "Look, prick ... we know your wife cheats, don't we now?" "She only let you fuck her a couple of times. And, she told me about it later." Brian seemed to think that made it alright. "Well this is going great. How about we get to the subject at hand. Do you think you can find out if Chuck's wife cheats or do we need a plan to see if she will?" "I don't want to lose a thousand dollars on the bet. He'd probably have us hurt if we don't pay." Rick sounded nervous. "We don't know if she ever cheated or if she even would cheat if the opportunity was offered to her." '"Do you have a photo so I at least know what the woman looks like if I meet her?" '"I think there is a picture of her on the business website. I just looked at it last week." Brian responded. What a sorry pair of simple fucks. They deserved to lose the bet. I left for home to check out what I could online. Heading straight for the computer I pulled up the website for Chuck Evans heating and air. Bingo! Samantha was sitting behind a desk on the home page with a friendly customer service kind of smile. It looked like she had some nice tits, definitely a little better that average looking. One of those moms you would love to fuck. Then in a photo taken in the warehouse you could see her in slacks. She looked pretty good to me. Why was I getting a hardon looking at a photo of a fully dressed woman in a warehouse? I guess it wouldn't hurt to see what I can find out about her and old Chuck. I found their home address and decided a little drive might be nice. When I drove by their house there was a light on though a window on the side of the house. Samantha was supposed to be at her sister's house and Rich said he and Brian we going to buddy up with Chuck and do some more drinking. I decided to give Rick a call. "Rick? I'm at Chuck's house and a light is on. Isn't he with you?" "Yeah man, right here. We're at a nude bar and Chuck has been stuffing five dollar bills in a redhead's garter." "Somebody's at his house. Maybe his wife is home early." "No, he called her before we came in here to make sure she was still gone." "Well, someone is there. I'll check it out." Hey, I don't have a lot of morals, scruples or what ever the fuck you think I need. I parked a couple of blocks away and walked back to the house. The light was still on. Hell, maybe Samantha is home and I can get a free look. I slipped along the side of the house. I peeked in the window. There was a blond and a young man on a couch. She looked like Samantha in the photos, but too young to be her. I was trying to decide if this might be her daughter when the guy pulled out his dick and she took it in her mouth. She alternated between sucking it and jacking it. I decided I had better get out of there, but the guy took off his pants and the blond stripped naked. If Samantha looks anything like this I really need to fuck her. The girl swung a leg over the guy's lap and a his cock was buried in her in cunt. Okay, so I reasoned a few more minutes wouldn't hurt. Then I decided to get the fuck out of there before someone thought I was a pervert. I gave Rick a call. "Hey, while you guys are with Chuck tonight find out if there is a night when he is not a home that would give his wife a chance to slip around and cheat on him." That worked out pretty well. Chuck belonged to a lodge that met once a month. He also was on the board of the Chamber of Commerce which made him be out several times a month for various functions. The window of opportunity was there even if he was too stupid to think she might want to get some strange pecker. Then there was the Saturday morning golf game at the country club where his golfed with his suppliers. They were always picking up the tab. While he golfed Samantha went to a gym to work out. So, things looked pretty good even though I worried it might be a women only club. No problem there. It was a popular local gym where the men and women both went to work out. I guess I needed to join a gym. As far as Chuck goes, things were looking up for us. Samantha had nine or ten chances each month to cheat if she was wanting some strange cock. So, Samantha went to a coed gym and right now was supposed to be at her sister's house for a few days. Sounds like a window of opportunity. Maybe the bet for Rick and his buddies wasn't so stupid after all. I went to the gym the following week. I didn't know what to expect. I had belonged to a gym before. I never put much into it and the only thing I wasn't too lazy to do was hang out at the pool and hope some babe would have a nipple slip or a full swimsuit malfunction. I quickly learned that bikinis and small two piece suits are too well engineered to allow anything pop out or the suit to shown a nice camel toe. What I learned to look for was a nice one piece swimsuit. Not the old 1940's style, but the ones cut to fit more modest woman had a lot better chance of a free show than some Barbie cunt in a tiny little suit that was more string than fabric. And, the one piece broads were a lot more friendly. The more generous tops left a better chance of the material dropping away and exposing some tit. The extra fabric in the crotch was much more likely to outline nice cunt lips. Even though Chuck played at the country club, Samantha worked out at a place that was twenty bucks to join and twenty bucks per month. With my plans I shouldn't be out more than forty dollars if things went right. After settling up for the initial fees I was given a quick tour of the facility. Wow, things had changed since I was in gym. First of all it smelled a lot better and second everything seemed to be electronically controlled except the weights. Getting through with that on this Saturday morning I headed over to where I had seen Samantha exercising a few moments before. She had been swinging some kettle weights and looking pretty good. By now I knew she had a decent ass and an even better set of jugs. One of those figures I'd give an eight in tight clothes and a ten if she was buck naked. Of course, buck naked almost always rates a ten with me. I caught up with Samantha on the treadmills. The one next to her was empty. The row behind her had four guys watching her ass as she walked. The last treadmill I was on had an off and on switch and a timer where you twisted the knob if you wanted to time your workout. This thing had sound, a television, and more lights and gauges than the heart monitor on my Uncle Jake when I visited him in the hospital. My feet were on the belt, but I had no idea how to get the thing started. I caught Samantha out of the corner of my eye with a smirk on her face. My mind clicked. She thinks I am some clueless sap. There are a couple of looks on women's faces that pretty much record the impression you just made. A woman impressed and in awe tips her nose up a little and reveals a faint smile. A smirk isn't quite so good. I got the smirk. "Hi, you must be new here." Samantha had a lyrical voice that hid the sense of pity well. "Yeah, that's me. The new kid. I was afraid I'd hit the wrong button and get flung across the room." "Oh, we couldn't have that now, can we? Let help you out with that." The top she was wearing clung to her upper body. As, did her shorts on the bottom half. I could see an outline of nipples through her top. Either she bought a sport bra with nipples or she wasn't wearing a bra at all. And, if she wasn't wearing a bra that was one impressive set of tits on a woman that had to be right at age forty. "Great. That would be great." I always have something smooth to say like that in any given situation. This time I had a broad that wanted to feel better than me in every way. And, she was ... except that I had a dick and she didn't. But, I had the feeling she may be a lady that would like to have a dick. Hopefully my dick. I kind of waved my hands at the machine. "Here. This would be a good start for you. It's a couple of notches below the speed I use." I have this cunt figured out. Let her be the smart one in control. Chuck apparently tries to give all the orders and have it his way. If she doesn't fuck around on him it's because men try to be all macho with a woman. Samantha leaned into me to reach a control on the right side of the machine. The belt started to move. She moved back as I settled into the pace, brushing one of her magnificent boobs across my arm as she stepped away. The tit drag had to be on purpose. I could barely walk as slow as the slow speed she had set for me to start. "When we see you can handle that we can step it up a little faster." I wanted to introduce myself, but the man usually initiates that and I wanted her in charge. She started her belt again. After a few steps she looked over to me to speak. "Oh, by the way, my name is Samantha. My friends call me Sam." I wanted to use a name that sounded less than manly. All I could think of one I had seen on television. "My name is Horatio. My friends don't call me anything. I'm usually him or you or Dude." "Well, I'm going to call you Horatio." "Thanks, Samantha. That is fine with me." "I told you my friends call me Sam." She gave me a wink and a big smile. I kept on walking, catching a glance whenever I could at those luscious tits jiggling with each step she would take. I was wearing a old t-shirt and baggy basketball shorts. Sam was in spandex. I don't know how she was doing, but I'm glad I had the shorts to hide the hardon that was starting to grow in my pants. "Horatio, hit that button over there on your right to stop the machine. You seem to be doing really well. I'll set you up on a higher pace." I had it figured out without a lot of problem, but if I let her do it I might get another tit dragged across my arm. I hit the stop button. Sam stepped behind me instead of in front to reset the speed by reaching around my right side. That put her left tit square in the middle of my back. I could feel the nipple on her right breast lightly press my shoulder. I could spend a week like that. It only lasted a few seconds before she spoke. "There Sweetie. Let me get out of your way and you can hit start again. So, how are you holding up? Are you doing okay?" It was like she thought I was five years old. "I'm fine. It's a lot more fun than I thought it could be." She was still there with her right arm across mine and both tits planted in my back. "Why Horatio, you might be a little more or a devil than I thought." We walked side by side for another 15 minutes making a little small talk mostly about her kids being gone from home. "I usually shower and spend some time in the pool. Then I do some light weights. Do you have a swimsuit with you?" I told her I hadn't planned to swim. "That's okay. We can get something to drink and go straight to the weights." I ordered my diet soda and she had the same. Even insisted that she pay. "Sweetie, what do you do for fun ... other than work out with me? I knew Chuck was playing golf with his buddies, so an anti-golf comment would be good. "I used to play golf. Didn't really like it that much. Maybe better if I had a wife I was trying to get away from." "That's kind of funny you would say that. My husband is supposed to be playing golf even as we speak." "Oh, is he trying to get away from you?" "He had better not be or I'll make him pay." "That sounds serious." "Oh, trust me it would be." We had been lifting weights on the weight machines. Pulling on the handles kind of made my shoulders sore. Sam and I had the same weights. I was doing okay, but it was a movement I wasn't used to be doing. When she suggested we add a little more weight I told her I was fine, but she could go ahead. I felt like a pussy working out with a woman that was pulling half again more weight that me. Not, that it didn't go unnoticed with Sam. Another superiority rush for her. Five more minutes of that and Sam seemed ready to quit. "Why don't we call it for today and call it any easy workout session. Let's hit the shower." "I think I was getting my second wind. I hate to quit now." I was really liking being with Sam while her husband golfed with his friends. But, I was about shot since working out isn't something I usually do. "Too bad, 'Mr. I didn't bring swim trunks', we could have hung out at the pool." "I suppose they have a no trunks, no swim rule." "Yes, they do. Thank God. Can you imagine about half of these people naked? I could try to sneak you into my pool at home, but I have a pretty nosy neighbor. I can't work on my tan without him jacking off while watching me from his bedroom window." "I didn't expect you to have that term in your vocabulary. Although I can't say I'd blame the guy." This conversation took a turn I didn't expect. Maybe Chuck should be a little more careful about trusting his wife. "So, are you saying if you say me naked you would have to jack off?" "To be honest, I'd have to do something." "When you get to the shower maybe you should just turn on the cold water." "I hate to see the morning end. Will you be here next Saturday?" "When you are done with your shower why don't you sit and wait for me?" Holy shit! Even a fire wouldn't have driven me from the place after that comment. I was being held hostage with my consent. Sam came out about 15 minutes after me. I know about girl things taking time, but was afraid she might have slipped out on me as some kind of cruel joke from the cosmos. "Hey ... there you are!" Sam bubbled. "I wasn't sure you would wait. I had to dry my hair. It looks like shit if I don't blow dry and comb it about a hundred times. And, of course, a girl needs a little bit of makeup." "It was worth it. You look great!" She did. She was wearing shorts that just came a couple of inches below her crotch and a scoop necked blouse that showed a lot of cleavage. The way her nipples started to nudge against the fabric as we spoke suggested she couldn't have been wearing a bra. "Thanks. I'm glad I had these in my bag. Otherwise I would have been wearing slacks and a sweatshirt. Then I thought I'd want to show some skin if I was going on a date." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything." "You're not, silly. The date is with you. I'm taking you to lunch." My old truck is nice, but Chuck made sure Sam had a top of the line BMW to drive. I guess he was living the dream, putting his hot wife in a nice car. Sam and I talked as she drove about twenty miles before pulling into a restaurant just off the interstate. It was a real nice place that was open for lunch and dinner. The prices on the menu told why I had never been there before. I'd be too cheap to be able to even cover the tip. We stopped inside the door to be seated. The hostess asked me where I would like to sit. Sam quickly told her somewhere away from the door and in the corner. Hey, let he pick what she wants. I must be a pity date, if we are going to call this a date. We both laughed as we ordered diet sodas. Sam asked me if I had to be any place. I told her my whole weekend was free. She said she would need to get home by three or so for her husband. "This might sound a little trite, but do you come her often?" I asked. "No, never been here. I've driven by it and always wondered what it was like inside. Then when I was in the shower I was thinking of you and wondering were I could take you that would be nice, yet out of the way from where I live. I wanted our first date to be fun." "I was thinking of you in the shower, too." "Oh, my God. You weren't jacking off were you?" "What do you think?" "I'll bet you were. You did, didn't you? You were in the shower jacking off thinking about me." "No, I was hard. But, I wasn't jacking off. Are you always like this?" "No, I'm trying to make my mind up about you What's your story?" I gave her the brief run down about my life. She seemed to like the idea that my wife fucked around on me. "Was she a slut? Did she have a lot of guys or just have an affair?" Trapping Samantha "Without being impolite, I'd say she was a slut and did have a lot of guys." "I wish I could be like that. You know, just see somebody you like and do them right on the spot. I think I'd like that." "You've resisted the urge so far?" "A lady couldn't say." "I'll take that as a no." Sam blushed a deep red. I just wish I could get the details out of her. She kind of fanned herself with one hand. "Is it getting hot in here?" And, blushed some more. She took her hand and undid a button on her shirt. Then looking innocently away she undid another one. I'd like to say hello to the twins. God, she had a nice cleavage. The waiter came with our sodas and asked to take our order. Sam kept one hand in front of her neck while he was there as if the hide the exposed tops of her tits. Then I noticed her other hand was under her arm in such a way that she was pinching her nipple through her shirt. When the waiter went away and she lowered her hand her nipples were sticking out like bullets. "For someone that thought it was hot in here it looks like the air conditioning must be set too low." I grinned at her nipples. "What seems to be the problem there?" "Oh, that isn't much they stick out farther that that. I was thinking I was hiding my boobs from the waiter with my hand. That made me feel naughty and I started to feel a little aroused. Without thinking I rubbed my nipple and ended up pinching it between my thumb and finger. Which made them both start to stand out. Will you stop staring? Now!" I kept staring at them. They did get bigger like she said they could. "So, how big will they get?" "Quit staring. My face is up here!" Her nipples looked like they were out almost an inch and were easy to tell it through the shirt. "Stop it now. You are starting to bothering me in other places. I'm not walking out of here with a wet spot on my pants. Quit it or I'll make you sorry you didn't." I looked up and into her eyes. She was really flushed from the attention. The idea of a wet spot in her shorts kind of had me a little distracted. "All I can say is the gym is worth the effort. You have a marvelous body." "Okay, thanks. But, my ass, my thighs, and my waist I owed to working out. My boobs I owe to a check my husband wrote." "Really? You look so natural. How did that all come about?" "They look natural because we used saline implants. They are more like natural breast tissue. One day my husband asked me if I was happy with my breast size. I had a little trouble filling out a B-Cup, but thought we were happy with what I had. I was a little hurt that her asked. He said I might like the extra attention larger boobs would attract." "Yeah, they do attract attention, don't they?" I was feeling playful. "Yes, they do. But, I thought it over and I did like the idea. I'd had three kids and had my tubes tied after the last one so my baby days were over. We met with the doctor and decided on a C-Cup and scheduled the surgery for the next week." "The more I thought about it I thought if my husband wanted bigger tits, then I was going to get bigger tits. I called the doctor and told him to schedule me for D-Cups and not to mention it to my husband. When I was in the surgery room my husband was in the waiting area. The doctor showed me how I would look with the C-Cup and with the D-Cup. I didn't have any doubt what I wanted until he showed me one just a small size larger." "Wow. What size are they? And, didn't your old man notice?" I asked. "Well, have have my bras made for me and my saleswoman says I'm a D+. My husband never asked and I never told him what I did. When I left the doctors office I was sore from the cutting and the pulling to get the implants in and groggy from the atheistic. My husband just kept looking at them as he helped me to the car. I kept looking at them, too. Even I wanted to play with them. They were huge. Mostly from the implants, but I had a lots of swelling and they turned almost black from bruising." "That sounds like an ordeal." "True, but within a couple of weeks the stitches were gone, the swelling was down and I had these babies and I was ready to show them off." "Who did you go show them to?" "No one, silly. I meant I started to dress more to accent my new look." "They do look good ... " "Stop it!" "So, then, did you cheat on him before or after this amazing rack?" "Mind you manners. I told you a lady never tells. So, what about you? Did you cheat on your wife?" "No, what I did was not tell her about girlfriends I had before we met." "Did you have sex with them?" "Yes, that's why I didn't tell her." "A lot of girlfriends? A lot of sex?" "Am I under arrest? Jeez, woman. It was three girlfriends. Once with the first one and she broke up with me. I thought I was defective in some way. The second one seemed impressed. We dated about thirty times and after the second date we were doing it every time we got together. I thought she was going to be the one ... you know the one for me." "So, she wasn't the one?" "I guess not. She decided we should see other people, but didn't tell me about it. Then I met my wife and fell for her innocence shit. So, here I am. Happier, but wiser." "As opposed to sadder but wiser?" "Yeah, since I met you this morning, anyway. So, come on ... what about you?" I felt her bare foot on my ankle. She rubbed it up and down on me. If she wanted to make me hard I wasn't disappointing her. "Okay, I was like you. I dated two boys in high school. The second got my virginity. Then out of high school I dated a guy that was in his early thirties. We did it a lot for a while. He lost his job and I started looking for one. I applied to work at my husband's business and got hired. I thought Chuck was handsome and admired his hard work ethic and his success. Even though my boyfriend and I were still doing it every day I played the virgin for Chuck." "Chuck ... your husband? "Yes, my husband. He liked the idea that I was a virgin. I liked the idea that he was good husband material. He was slow to pop the question and ever slower to set the date. I juggled dating him and screwing the old boyfriend a couple of times a week." "The question now is did you cheat on your husband?" "Technically not. I was still doing it with the old boyfriend, but probably should not have. Chuck was up to it most every night. When he would have to stay a little late I'd run by and see Bill. Some nights my husband would end up with sloppy seconds." "Didn't he notice?" "If he did, he didn't say anything. Then I learned I was pregnant and had no idea which one was the father. I stopped seeing Bill. The baby looked like me. With Bill out of the picture ... life goes on. I had two more kids. Chuck's kids." "Aren't you the good little wife?" "I do love the attention I get now. Even from Chuck. We are good for three or four times a week." "Everything was good then? You didn't cheat and neither did Chuck?" "With one exception. When I was pregnant with my last baby and two already at home I was too busy to work the last the three months and keep up with the kids. Chuck hired a temp. She was young and good looking. She went after Chuck and he ended up doing her. She got married to some guy and had a baby. With the timeline I always wondered if it was Chuck's kid." "Did he tell you he had an affair?" "No, a woman knows. And ... I was the one that hired the security company to do the cameras. I never saw her and my husband in action, but it didn't take much imagination to know what went on for thirty minutes they were in the office together with the door closed some evenings before he came home." "You didn't say anything?" "No, I got even, and that's also the reason I had my tubes tied after my youngest daughter was born." "You found a lover?" "You might say that. I had sex with my brother. It seemed like perfect revenge and he had a bigger penis. We were at his house and we were alone in the kitchen. He commented on how sexy he thought pregnant women were. I was within a month of my due date and looked about ready to pop. I couldn't feel sexy at all until he asked to feel the baby by putting his hand on my stomach." "I could imagine you being a hot pregnant wife." I volunteered. "I'll bet you can. While he had his hand on my belly the baby kicked and we looked at each other. We were right there ... and so close. I leaned in and kissed him. He kissed me back. After a few moments of heavy kissing and his hand rubbing my tummy he moved his hand between my legs and cupped my crotch. I moved my legs apart to give him better access. He moved my panties aside and shoved a finger in me. I grabbed for his cock and got it out of his pants." My dick was as hard as a rock as she told her story. She continued. "We could see Chuck and my sister in the back yard where she had a little garden spot. Chuck's brother took the end of his cock and tried to direct it at my slit. I told him we didn't have time even as I raised myself up on the table and moved my legs apart. I didn't feel sexy, but I sure wanted him in me." "Well, woman, don't stop now. Did you do it or not?" "He said that he always wanted to know how his penis would feel in me. That we had time enough for him to put it in so we could say I had him in my vagina. I leaned back a little more and scooted so my butt was half off the table. He put the head of it between my lips and nudged forward. I had gotten more wet that I would have thought. The head went right in and he held it there." "Felt pretty good, huh?" I teased. "Oh, you bet. He pushed it in until his nuts were against my butt. We looked out and Chuck and Bill's wife had turned to walk back to the house. It may have been the pregnancy or may have been my position on the table, but I had never had a man that deep in me before. He pumped about ten times and I wanted to cum so bad. He could sense what I wanted and buried it in me. I lost it and he shot his seed into me. We had about ten seconds before they would be at the back door." "I assume you didn't get caught." "It's a wonder. His dick was still ejaculating while he was trying to get himself back in his pants. I felt so warm from his sperm inside me. I wanted to run to the bathroom, but waited because our spouses were coming in the back door. I talked to them a few minutes, feeling all gooey inside. I tried to clench myself to hold his load in me. I was feeling so evil talking to them full of his cum. I wanted to keep it inside until I went home, but it had other ideas. I guess the two of us made juices that were too much to handle. I could feel it start to run out of me and dashed to the bathroom." "Did you make it all right?" "Just barely. I raised my dress and pulled down my panties. I started to sit on the toilet. There was a mirror on the door in front of the toilet. I wanted to see the seed run out of me. I stood and I watched the mirror. I squeezed my inner muscles and a big glob dropped from me and into the toilet. Before it hit the water a long stream started its slide from deep within me. I stood and watched it trail out past my lips. I got two finger slick with it and raised them to my lips. I loved the taste of him." The more she talked the more graphic she got. She seemed so comfortable telling me her story. Maybe she thought I was a gay friend or something. Shit! I sure hope not. "I had forgotten that I wanted to get even with a cheating husband. All I knew was that I wanted to fuck him again and again. Whenever I got the chance. We kind of broke it off after he had met him in secret. I fucked him several times after the baby came. I went to his house and his wife pretty much caught us, but didn't know she did. It made him afraid as much for her as what his brother would do to him if he learned I was fucking him." This is all going so well. It's for sure Sam gets off on being in charge. One ... she said "fuck" it was she fucked him rather than saying he fucked her. I couldn't figure out what was causing my good luck. We finished our meal and went out to the car. Sam made no effort to start it up. I leaned her way a little and she bent mine and we kissed. Nothing too passionate, but we did swirl tongues a little bit. I wanted to grab a tit, but needed to stay non-aggressive. I needed to let her make the moves. We sat back and I asked the question ... "Why are you interested in me? "You remind me of my brother. Not that I could tell this to my brother. You have his easy going way. When I saw you trying to figure out the machine at the gym it reminded me of him." "That sounds a little weird?" "I didn't have sex with my brother. I meant that it made me feel at ease with you. Which is probably why I've told you way more than I should have." Sam had me wondering what to do. I had my story that she cheating on her husband, even though it was a long time ago. And, I didn't have any proof. "Horatio. I think I'll drop you off. I have a lot of things to think about." She hadn't called me Horatio since at the gym. Now I kind of wish I had told her some name other that didn't sound so gay at the moment. We drove along in conversation. All about her. Which was good. Let her talk. I enjoyed the sound of her voice and so did she. She parked away from where I was parked and took the BMW out of gear. She leaned towards me for a kiss. It developed into a two minute make out session. I really wanted to feel up her tits. "Are you going to be at the gym again next Saturday?" "I wouldn't miss it for the world." I assured her. "I get there at 8:30. Is it a date?" "I'll look forward to that." "I think I have made up my mind. But, now we are out of time. See you Saturday." She asked for my phone number and put it in her cell under "Betty" My next move was to get out of the car. I wasn't taking any chances of hanging around and messing up. I wasn't even thinking of the dumbasses that made the stupid bet with her husband. Not that I would have taken my mind of Sam any time soon anyway. My cell phone was left in the truck when I went in the gym. There were two messages. The first one was from Rick. "Hey, Bud. I wanted to tell you that after drinking with Chuck we got enough on him to have him offer to cancel the bet about his wife fucking around on him. Give me a call." The second one was from him, too. "Hey, damn it. Why aren't you answering your phone. I really want to tell you about what happened last weekend." If it was that important why did he wait a week to call me about it? Then the phone actually rang. It was Sam. "Hi, just wanted to say thank you. I had a wonderful time. Now you have my number in your cell." "I had fun, too. Thanks." That felt pretty good. I guess I'll let Rick know he may just win his bet. I gave him a call." "Rick, why did you call the bet off?" "It was Chuck, man. You know I told you he was stuffing five dollar bills in this redhead's garter? Well, she was doing a lap dance totally nude across his lap when he handed her a hundred and she let him put an finger in her. She was getting into it when Chuck offered her a grand to let him fuck her. She told him to piss off that she was married." Now Rick had my attention. "Chuck offered her two thousand to let him fuck her. Her husband was over at the bar and she waved him over. I thought it was to kick Chuck's ass. The redhead him told him the deal and he said to go for it. She got mad and slapped her old man. We thought that was it, but she took Chuck's hand and took him to the back of the room where they had pool tables." Did she fuck him? "Yeah, there were a guys at two of the tables. She just laid back on one of the tables back in the corner of the room and spread her legs." We followed them in and stood there and watched Chuck slide his cock and start pumping. The guys at the other two tables stopped their games and came over and watched. Her husband stood at the door with his mouth open and watched from there." He paused and I didn't say anything. So, Rick continued with his story. "Chuck took forever to cum because he had so much to drink. I don't know if the redhead was trying to piss off her old man or if Chuck was doing that good, but I never heard a woman get loud like this little cunt did. Chuck kept fucking into her and she started urging to cum in her pussy. That finally sent Chuck over the edge. A pretty good load ran out of her when she stood to go clean up." "Well, Dude, that's great." I told him, "I've got to make a phone call." I called Sam, hoping she wasn't home yet. "Sam, are you home yet?" "Yes, but Chuck's not here. Did you miss me that much already?" "I have. But, that is not why I called. Don't have sex with your husband. Have you done it with him since you told him you were going to be your sister's house? He fucked some slut at a nude bar last weekend while you were gone." This didn't go as bad as I expected. "The answer is no I have not. How do you know about my sister's house?" I had to explain the whole thing. She didn't lose it like I thought she would. "For your information, I was at my sister's house. Thank you for telling me about Chuck." Then she hung up the phone. You might be thinking that was a pretty stupid thing to do. Yet, thinking about it, if she had screwed her husband after he screwed the skank I didn't want to risk my dingus by trying to fuck Sam myself. At that time I expected it to be the end. On Wednesday evening Sam called me. "Are you still coming to the gym Saturday morning?" "Sure. Will you be there?" "Yes, I'll see you then. I am not mad at you. You may have saved me from something awful. I'm not having sex with Chuck. I didn't tell him I knew what he did. He is just cut off from getting any from me for a long time. I don't want to do anything with him until I see whether or not his dick falls off." She said "good bye" and the call ended. I'm still alive in the hunt. Now that the bet is off with Chuck and he wasn't the one I was trying to trap Samantha for, I'm not obligated to anyone. And, I really would like to see Sam again. All the while hoping she doesn't claw my face or stab me with some scissors. By Friday night I was really excited about seeing Sam again. At about 10:30 I got another call. I figured it was to tell me to fuck off. "Hi, it's Sam. You okay?" "I am. Are you? Is everything okay?" "Instead of meeting me at the gym meet me at Denny's. The one about 20 miles north near the interstate. I'll buy your breakfast. Be there about 8:30 or I'll come looking for you." Not to take the chance, I got there at 7:45 AM and took a booth in the corner. Sam came in a few minutes later. I guess 8:30 was longer than either if us wanted to wait. Sam looked radiant in slim fitting slacks and a white blouse that had an open neck that closed by 3 buttons. She had the top two undone and I knew enough about those tits now that I was sure she wasn't wearing a bra. Everyone in the place watched her walk over and scoot into the booth with me. We greeted each other with a kiss. A quick peck while we sat next to each other and then one that lasted a little longer. It lasted until a waitress banged two classes of water on the table. "You people need more time?" It was obvious she thought it was too early for anyone to be happy to see each other. "Oh, no. We're ready," Sam answered her with a smile. As we ordered Sam took my hand in hers and held it on her lap. We both had the pancakes. We didn't have much to say, but when we did Sam would mash her boob into into my arm while she talked. "You can take you time with the pancakes. When we are done I'm taking you to the motel across the street." Trapping Samantha "I'm done!" I pushed my plate away. We caught the waitress near the register on our way out. Sam gave her a twenty and told her to keep the change. We drove across the street to the motel and parked beside each other. Inside I asked for any early check in. The motel was part of one of the upper end chains. I gave my I.D. and asked for a king size bed. Sam upgraded it to a suite and then handed two one hundred dollar bills over to the clerk. We held hands to the elevator, then stepped to the back wall for the ride up. I wanted to kiss her. I guess that was minor to what I expected in the room. On the ride up all I could do was thank her for covering the room cost. "Money needs to be spent. When customers pay us in cash Chuck hides the money to save taxes. It's bought us a lot of things. Sometimes is there is more than can be discretely spent. So, you can say this one is on Chuck." When we got to the room nothing was said. I tried to take it all in without appearing to be fresh from a farm somewhere. Chuck was paying for a nice room ... and I was hoping I was about to fuck his wife. Sam stopped with her back towards me at the foot of the bed. It was natural to walk up behind her and put my arms around her waist. She reacted in a way that kind of moved my arms to the side of those giant tits. Then she spoke ... "Before anything happens I am telling you I am not a slut or a whore. It's been a long while since I was with a man other than my husband. This itch has been growing and you came along at the right time. We have all day to make love. Don't be in a hurry and don't worry about trying to impress me with your dick or your stamina. When you are ready to cum I want you to cum." "I think I can enjoy doing that." "This is how I have made up my mind. This is not a one time fuck to get even deal. I expect you to meet you on a regular basis. Unless you have a defective dick or turn out to be some kind of nut job I want you in me often. I can tell by what is pressing into my ass there is nothing defective about your dick. You better not do anything to screw this up for me." Sam turned around and planted those nipples into my chest. I'd never felt tits like that press against me. She put her arms around my neck and moved her pelvis so as for her pubic bone was against my dick. "Do you understand?" she asked in a soft yet menacing tone. Her eyes were sparking and her breath was warm on my face. "What if we just get started and I cum in you in about twenty seconds?" "I want you to cum in me. If you didn't cum in twenty seconds the first time I might be disappointed." "Maybe I should eat you first just to make sure this lasts a while." "Then maybe I should suck your cock." "I'm not sure that works that way. " Even though I still consider myself the wifetrapper, I think I have just been trapped. Voluntarily. It seems the only way it could work with Sam. I'll let her run the show. I still didn't get as kiss. Sam backed away from me and went to the far side of the bed. She took off her pants. Revealing those smooth and tanned thighs and exposing the hottest looking g-string underwear I think I have ever seen on a woman. She looked up to me to speak. "Maybe I should let you rip and chew these off me." Indicating the G-string. "Chuck's money paid a hundred and twenty five bucks for them." I couldn't thing of the right thing to way. If my dick had lips I'd be slapping it right now to shut up. Sam grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and the girls were standing proud with the nipples pointing straight at me. I'd seen bigger and smaller, but none like these. Even though I knew part was implanted, these tits were perfect. The moved with a slight jiggle when she laughed at my stare ... in spite of what she had told me were their D+ size the was no sag. Now nude from the waist up, and me frozen in my tracks, she moved a hand across her lower stomach and slid her fingers into the G-string. Then pulled it down to show her pussy hair. She had it shaved down from just above her clit, leaving the actual clit and cunt lips bald. My cock was threatening to pull away from me a glide across the bed to bury itself deep inside her. Sam turned her back to me and bent over, pulling down the g-string in the back enough that I could see her juices on her pouting outer lips. Then turning back to me she pulled it down about halfway to her knees, then slowly pulled it back up and into place. With that she lifted the covers and slipped into the bed. Since I was still in the same spot and still dressed I decided it must be my move. I went to the closer side of the bed and just peeled off everything. Sam kept her eyes on my cock, never averting her stare until I joined her under the covers. She was showing a lot of interest. An evil little grin developed at the corners of her mouth. I visualized my cum leaking at the edges. As soon as I got into bed I started kissing her mouth. She shoved her tongue against mine and I got a hand on a tit. God damn, but that felt good. I pinched her nipple. She groaned into my kiss. Next thing I knew she was on top using her hands to hold my arms above my head while she ground her naked tits into my chest. The little cunt was a control freak all right. I let her do it. She moved down on my cock with it against my stomach and through the fabric of the G-string I could feel her cunt lips on each side of it. She started sliding up an down. Suddenly I hated that fucking little G-string that Chuck had probably never seen. Sam must has been reading my mind. She let go of my arms and told me to leave them above my head. "Get you arms up. I've got some ideas you'll probably like." Sam look a hand to move the material to one side. Holy shit! Her wet snatch was rubbing up and down on my hard cock. I wasn't sure how long this would last. Much to my surprise, she started to cum on about the fifth time up and down on me. "Thanks, Baby. I needed that." Sam was gasping. "That's my first one out of the way." "God, but you're easy!" "Oh, yeah? Let's see how you do." She put both hands on my shoulders and lifted herself up at bit. Then lowered herself down enough to take the head of my cock inside her cunt. She made a bunch of short strokes. That was one soaked pussy and it was all her. The tightness of her inner lips at the back of the cockhead was so good. Then I got to thinking how great it would be if she found out she couldn't make me cum in just a few seconds. I tried to think of my ex-wife. That didn't help. Even though I hated the whore, she was a good fuck and I did enjoy fucking her when we were married. That would have been embarrassing ... dumping an early load in Sam while wasting it by thinking of the ex. "How ya doing, Lover boy ... about to lose your load?" "I don't know. Show me what you've got." Sam came down more on my shaft. The head was in a couple of inches now and she was going to tease me there before taking in more. She was wanting me to cum in her before I could get it all in. Not that I didn't want to cum in her right now, but I wanted to try to get some control back. I tried to imagine I was fucking my mom. Everybody must think of what it must be like to fuck their own mom. My mom was pretty and had a nice womanly figure. Kind of like in those naked old-time paintings that can get a guy hard. Anyway, thinking about fucking my mom had me about to bust my nuts into Sam. A lot of guys would have liked to have fucked my mom and several probably did when Dad was out of town. Sort of like Chuck being somewhere else and what Sam and I are doing now. Sam had her tits bouncing off my face and my cock three quarters up her cunt hole. She was starting to sweat. From the look on her face and the sounds she was making Sam was about to cum again. She was probably mad at herself for cumming twice while I was still holding my load. I caught myself thinking about my mom again to try to hold back. It was Mom's tits in my face and Mom's cunt bouncing on my cock. What the fuck was wrong with me? "Going to be a tough guy are you?" Sam was panting for breath and rocking against my cock. She was trying to smother me with her big tits. I could die that way. It would be okay. Seriously, she had her hands at the sides of them and pushing down, cutting off my breathing. I could have rolled her off, but she started to cum with me inside her. Sam forgot all about her tits and trying to kill me and let an orgasm surge her cunt. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "I'm saving myself. I wanted to eat your pussy. I'm not doing it full of my cum." "Trust me, there's cum in it, my own cum. But, knock yourself out." Sam pulled off my cock and flopped on her back with her legs spread. My mind almost let me cum in my Mom a few minutes ago. Man, I have to lose that thought or Thanksgiving at home is going to be awkward this year. Sam looked so fucking good. The big boobs held themselves up well. Her nipples were still hard like pebbles. Pebbles wouldn't describe it ... her nipples were the size of a pair of dice on her heaving chest. And, I had fucked her to where she almost couldn't get her breath after that last orgasm. Her eyes were kind of rolling around. Her breathing seemed even more ragged. Her tits quivered with each exhale. I think I caught her off guard. That damn G-string seemed like a pain in the ass.. She had moved it aside for me to enter her. Now is was just in the way. I pulled it down from the top and lightly pulled her clit into my mouth. "Oh, fuck, don't do that. I'm too sensitive after I cum. I can't stand it." I thought I could kill some time by doing as she earlier suggested by tearing the G-string off her with my teeth. I wasn't having any luck getting it to tear. I kept pulling it, then banging my lips back into her cunt. She started moaning and groaning again. I pulled the G-String aside and stuck my tongue in her cunt and wiggled it up and down. I sucked one of the lips into my mouth. She exploded again and screamed. My opinion about Sam had changed. I thought she was a hard ass towards men, but the silly cunt was just easy to make cum. Not that there is anything wrong with that. I was feeling I was working her over good. The truth was rather than be hard to make cum, she had to work hard not to flood her cunt with a serious orgasm. "You motherfucker! What was all this worry that you were only going to last a few seconds?" "Aren't you having a good time?" "Best time in my life. I should have done this years ago." "But, you didn't know me years ago." "Yeah, whatever!" Sam put her feet down and raised her ass enough to get the G-string off. Then settled back on the bed with her legs splayed and her cunt wide open. A thick stream of her juices trickled down towards her ass. "Get that for me will ya? She motioned with her hand towards the goo running out of her. It was good. Her cunt had a light musty smell. Like stirring up leaves in the woods ... mixed in with a light lavender scent. I started at the bottom and sucked in her pussy cream as I moved towards her clit. It was amazing how fast I found myself swallowing so I could get each new amount in my mouth. If I could cum as much as this woman cums I'd have a hundred kids. I dropped back down and sucked in a cunt lip. Worked it with my teeth inside my lips and in turn pulled and sucked each one at a time into my mouth. Samantha was near the edge again. I snatched her clit between my teeth. She started bucking and screaming. I could feel fresh cum against my chin that was starting to follow my neck down to my chest. Sam would go from trying to beat me away with her clenched fists to pulling my face tighter into her slippery twat. I made her cum time and time again. Or, rather, she was using me to cum time and time again. I could hear her begging me to stop. Then she got kind of incoherent, went completely rigid and screamed. It was quiet in the room. It smelled like cunt. Sam keep cumming until she passed out. I looked up at her. Over her bush and pubic bone. The tits rose enough to conceal most of her sweet face. I leaned up a little more. She seemed so peaceful lying there. I nuzzle her pussy with my nose and mouth. God, I loved the smell of her. I needed another taste. Samantha reacted to my tongue. She was still out of it, but her cunt was interested. She made little muttering sounds and her inner folds were sending out more girl cum onto my tongue. Might as well give her a treat. I slowly kept licking and sucking and her womanhood. I could feel her vagina contract towards my tongue. The juices kept coming. I could tell that she was having one little cum after another. After about ten of those I moved up beside her and cradled her from behind while she napped. Okay, it also put me into a good position to play with her tits. I had the nipples poking out and rubbing them between my fingers. I could feel a little shudder run through her and she made a little cum from my contact. I was thinking having a woman to cum like this would be every man's dream. Sam started to stir after about a half an hour. It caught me off guard. I had been thinking how beautiful she looked there in my arms. Especially for a woman at forty with the youngest kid finishing high school. Life had been good to her. She was so pretty, even with little wrinkles starting around the eyes. My thoughts were also on why I got turned on thinking about fucking my mother. I almost sent a load of sperm racing into Sam's womb when I tried to distract myself imagining I was fucking Mom. Not that Mom wasn't a looker, easily turning heads. It was Dad that was gone a lot and Mom treated him badly when he came home with suggestions that he cheated on her. I don't think Dad was that adventuresome. It was Mom that got caught. Dad came home one time a day early. Before my sister and I would be home from school. He caught Mom fucking Mr. Arnett from a few houses down the street. Mr. Arnett was around for a while after Dad left. Dad took care of us alright but just didn't come around much to see us. I was thirteen at the time, my sister eight. I guess my distrust for women and thinking all women would cheat came from what I saw from my own mother. Mr. Arnett was a tall and lanky man with a burn scar on his left cheek. Not the kind of man you would think Mom would trade for Dad if she hadn't got caught. A buddy of mine said the rumor was the Arnett's wife left him because he had this giant cock and was always hurting her with it. I didn't know a lot about sex at thirteen, but I did know from the bed sounds and moans coming from Mom's room that they were fucking. With Arnett there it was Mom loud as hell every night. When they would go to the bedroom it would go on for what seemed like for an hour. My sister came to me about it. She was concerned Arnett was hurting Mom. I told her what I knew about sex and what I heard about Arnett's dick. Dad's leaving totally fucked up our lives. Or, maybe I should say Mom had fucked up our lives. I learned later that Dad had actually caught them in the act and saw Mom crawl off that giant cock. No wonder the marriage was over. Only my imagination let me know what Mom was doing until my little sister came to me and made it a reality. At age ten she had some older friends and they talked about what people were saying about Mom and Mr. Arnett. Then one afternoon after school she came to me to tell me she had been watching them fuck. "What do you mean watching them fuck? First of all how does a ten year old know the F-word and why in the hell would they let you watch? They haven't hurt you, have they?" "No, I'm just watching them. They don't know I'm there." I had almost made her cry. "I hide in the closet, then when they get back up to go watch the news I sneak back out." That had been the pattern. They would drink a couple of beers and watch television with us. Then about ten they would go to Mom's room and that's when we could hear all the noise from him fucking her. Just as the news would be about to come on they would come back out and watch the news. We lived in an old house, so the closet just had a curtain on it rather than a door. And, it was plenty big enough to hide a ten year old. "When did you start hiding in the closet?" "A couple of months ago. I've done it dozens of times. They come in and take off their pants and underwear. Arnett usually lays on his back and Mom starts working his cock into her cunt until the whole thing is buried in her. Then she rocks around on it until she almost passes out." "Fuck? Cock? Cunt? Where did you put my little sister?" "I can't wait until I'm married so I can fuck a cock like that." She moved to the foot of the bed. "The thing is like this big!" My sister Gracie was holding her hand a foot over the bed and took both hands to indicate something bigger around than a beer can. "It's amazing to watch Mom fuck it." This was getting pretty weird. My worst friends didn't talk as dirty as little Gracie was describing what went on in the room. Then we heard their voices. Mom and Arnett were coming down the hallway. "The kids should have been home. They must have gone to friend's houses when they saw I wasn't here." Mom's voice was heading towards the bedroom. Gracie grabbed me and pulled me into the closet, jerking the curtain shut just as Mom got to the bedroom door. "So, you want to knock off a quickie." I heard Arnett ask Mom. "You know I always want that thing inside me whenever I can get it. Close the door. If the kids come home they won't bother us." Fuck! Here there I was trapped in Mom's closet with my little sister and Mom was about to fuck Arnett. Gracie was shoved up close to me. The curtain had a gap, but no light shined to reveal our hiding place. Mom kicked off her shoes, laid her pants on the chair and kicked her panties on the bed. Arnett pulled off his pants and underwear. My God. His cock was about half hard and already looked huge. Mom grabbed his cock with both hands and tried to feed it into her mouth. Mostly she sucked and licked along the shaft but did get the head and a couple of inches in her mouth. In moments Mom had his cock rock hard. It rose from his public hair well over a foot. And it was as big or bigger around than a soda can. It looked like a fucking fence post. Gracie was wrapped around me in the closet. I think there was more room in there for us than that, but it was pretty cool. I was shocked by what I was seeing. I had no idea what my little sister was thinking, except she wanted to marry a guy with one that big one day. Then the shock continued. Mom lifted a leg over Arnett and pointed the head of the monster at her pussy opening. It messes with your head when you see your Mom's pussy. Especially if it is tripping cunt juice and having it's lips split as she settles down of a huge cock. I don't consider Mom hollow and wasn't surprised to see her stomach swell forward as the whole length slid inside in with not a whole lot of effort. Like Gracie said, then mom fucked him. Then I knew what all the noise was about. Mom loved that cock. It was a quickie. After about ten minutes sperm started to run out of mom as she bounced on Arnett's huge cock. She wiped herself off on her panties, but her pants back on and left with Arnett for the kitchen. Gracie sprang from the closet and grabbed Mom's panties. "Look at all the cum. Think how much Mom must still have in her. I want that some day." Okay, that was too relationships that were never the same again. With that in my life I guess I could have just as easily been a serial killer of slut women as the man that seems to always fall in love with one. Sam was waking up. My thoughts returned to her and me realizing I'd fallen in love again. She kind of looked around, not sure of who she was laying back on in the bed. Then she ran a hand over her sticky cunt lips. After making a few moaning sounds she rose to her knees and looked curiously at me.