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On The Train Ch. 02

By: ilikeithot6308



I want to thank everyone who posted such kind and glowing comments about the first instalment of this story. It seems that Samantha and Alex have touched more than a few hearts. 

I hope this chapter meets expectations. Please let me know how you feel about it, and cast those votes when you're done. 

Thank you again, and enjoy. 

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I woke to a most wonderful feeling. No, it wasn't a morning blowjob. It was Samantha, sleeping in my arms. She was so warm, soft, and feminine, I just enjoyed holding her. 

She was curled up, facing me, snuggled into my chest like a contented child, with my arms wrapped around her. Her blonde hair covered her face, and was fluttering in her gentle, even breathing. She was, in a word, adorable. 

And married. I was now officially the other man. I know she was being cheated on, and was planning to divorce him, but this was still new for me. I didn't feel guilty, just different, and still dumbfounded. I couldn't believe any man could want more than Samantha had to give. 

She stirred slightly, and I brushed the hair away from her eyes. They opened slowly, revealing the striking blueish green colour that I found so beautiful. A smile. 

"Mmmmm, good morning," she breathed. 

"Good morning, Sam," I replied. She pouted, closed her eyes, and nuzzled against me. 

"So I'm no longer 'exquisitely beautiful'? Which am I now.... the butcher, or the grizzled veteran?" Her pout began to crack, turning into a playful smirk. 

"I did say that, didn't I?" I laughed. "I'd have to go with 'grizzled veteran'."

"Oh!" she gasped, and smacked me on the chest. "I don't need to lay here to be insulted. I could just go home!"

"Not yet, you're not!" I smiled, rolling back and dragging her atop me. She giggled girlishly, and smiled down at me through her tousled hair. 

With excruciating slowness, she lowered her lips to mine. It was a very enjoyable greeting, and we rolled about the bed, feasting on each other, for several minutes. Sam finally spoke up. 

"Oh, I want you inside me again, darling.....but if I don't go pee, I can't be held responsible for any mess I might make," she giggled. 

"Agreed," I laughed. "You go first. I can't pee through this right now anyway," I gestured to my very stiff erection. 

"It seems a shame to waste such a nice hard cock," she smiled, stroking it a few times. 

"You're not helping the situation," I smiled. "Try not to be so damned sexy, will you?" She released her grip and wiggled her way toward the bathroom. 

"I'll try, but it'll be difficult," she called over her shoulder. I was so happy to see her playful nature exerting itself. With the sadness and anger you would expect her to feel from betrayal, it would be natural to be down on herself a little. If my presence had any part in her happiness, I was glad to be of help.

In her absence, I tried to get my erection to subside, and was having a small measure of success....until I looked up and saw her breasts bobbling and wobbling as she returned. 

"Argh! Is that what you call trying to be less sexy? It'll be noon before it goes down now!" I joked. 

"Well, don't expect me to wait that long," she retorted, rolling onto her back and spreading her long legs. Two fingers started to play with her pussy, and she grinned at me. "I'll just be here, waiting for you." A wink. 

I raced to the bathroom, and did my best to do what I needed to do, finally succeeding to get soft enough for urination. "Ahhhhhhhh!" I sighed. I heard a giggle from her. 

"Good, now get back in here and fuck me!" she called out. 

"Are you going to be one of those demanding girlfriends?" I laughed as I joined her on the bed again.

Oh, what I just said.... 

"Alex, let's not get too far ahead of ourselves, shall we?" she said. It was her Mom voice, the serious one, and told me I had just inserted one of my feet into my mouth up to the hip. 

Right Alex, just smell the roses, and enjoy her company, I thought. Leave the wedding plans for later, you idiot. 

"Right. Sorry," I replied, trying to look sufficiently contrite. She smiled, crooking her finger at me. 

"Come here, honey," she breathed. I rolled closer. Her smile let me know my faux pas was forgiven, but not forgotten. 

"Alex, we have nine days together. Nine days to enjoy ourselves....to have fun, and be free....while my husband is fucking his secretary, on his business trip. I don't know what I want to do, beyond that. I don't want to think about him. I just want to feel warm, and safe, and appreciated. Can you do that for me?"

Once again, Sam cut through the crap, and found the heart of the matter, and she was right. As much as I hated to admit it, I was being selfish, trying to jump ahead in our relationship. My life was better for her involvement, most definitely, but I wasn't the one facing a divorce, and dealing with the betrayal of someone I had known my entire life. I was literally her life preserver right now, saving her from drowning in sorrow, and my job was simple ; just hold her, and show her that I cared. 

Now I really was sorry. She was watching me, those eyes sparkling, and a wide smile on her face. 

"Absolutely," I smiled back. 

"Thank you, honey," she sighed, laying back and closing her eyes. "Now, where were we?" 

I looked at this incredibly beautiful, mature woman, stretched out sensually on my bed. She rolled on her side to face me, sliding one sexy foot up her lower leg, and then back down. My eyes followed, trailing up her long, lean legs, up over the rounded curves of her hip. A slight change in colour marked the tan line from her bikini. My eyes dipped down at her waist, caressing her flat belly and sexy navel, before moving up again. Her breasts looked absolutely perfect in this position....so round, soft and inviting, capped with puckered pink areolas, and thick nipples. Stacked atop each other, they looked even bigger, and more appetizing, with cleavage that was never ending, and led my eyes higher, up her delicate neck, to her strikingly beautiful face. She was smiling, a relaxed, peaceful smile, with soft eyes that looked happy. 

"No one's looked at me like that for a very, very long time," she breathed, batting her eyelashes. "It feels wonderful. Thank you." 

I moved closer, and traced my fingertips along the lines my eyes had just taken, starting at her knees. My touch was feather light, and reverent, as though inspecting a masterpiece for flaws that were simply not present. Sam shivered, and her breathing quavered, as she closed her eyes, revelling in the delicious sensation. When I reached her hip, I spread my hand open, to better appreciate the smooth, rounded curves that wrapped around onto her perfect ass. A soft moan escaped her lips. 

"Oh god, Alex," she gasped quietly, "don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. I was just getting to the best parts. My hand swept down, then up again, as I caressed her firm, narrow waist. She anticipated my next stop, and rolled her shoulders back, shuddering, awaiting the arrival of my hand on her breasts. I traced the full, round globes, barely touching, going up her side. She gasped again. 

"Oh please...." she whispered. 

"Patience, my sweet," I whispered back, leaning closer, until my face was mere inches away from her feminine orbs. My fingers brushed slowly diminishing circles around her areola, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Her areolas puckered tighter, and as I blew gently across her nipple, I watched it spring upward, growing to full height. 

"Alex, please......." she begged, her voice trembling. 

I fluttered my tongue across the tall, tasty nub, and she groaned. 

"Oh god!" she hissed. Her legs squirmed, rubbing her thighs together, and I sucked the whole of her areola into my mouth gently, squeezing the rest of her breast firmly. "Fuck! Suck me, baby! Suck me so good!" 

Sam was trying desperately to get some traction on her clit, squeezing her thighs together in agony, while I suckled one nipple, then the other. I spent several minutes grazing. 

When I moved up, she spread her legs wide, grabbing my ass with both hands. I hovered over her, my lips an inch from hers, while she vibrated under me. Her lips quivered, reaching up for mine, eyes begging. I reached down, and positioned the head of my rock hard cock at her vestibule. She was, as you would expect, absolutely drenched. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh goddddddddddddd...." she groaned, as I sank into her, sliding balls deep in one smooth stroke. She was so wet, she squished. Now that I was inside her, it only took a few grinding seconds to set her off, and she came, wrapping her shuddering, quaking body around mine in ecstasy. I gave her a few short, firm strokes for good measure, and she raked my ass with her nails as she screamed. 

I felt her body relax under me, and her hands flopped onto the bed at her sides. Her eyes opened slowly. 

"Holy shit, Alex....." she exhaled. 

"You're welcome," I laughed. I wiggled my hips, stirring her pussy with my stir stick. She groaned, and wrapped her legs around me again. Her lips searched out mine, and we kissed passionately. 

Sam was moaning softly while we embraced, and her volume escalated when I began to gently thrust into her with long, slow strokes. Her cunt gripped my dick firmly. I lifted away, perching on my arms over her, and looking down as her body absorbed the impact of repeated strokes. Her mouth was ajar, gasping sharply with each thrust, while her eyes locked on mine. 

I watched her breasts dance, their full, round curves distorting and transforming like jello fresh from the mold. Hooking first one leg, then the other over my arms. I fucked her hard and fast, hammering her pussy into submission. Samantha screamed. 

"O-oh A-l-ex ye-s!... FU-UU-UU-CK ME-EE-EE!... CUM-MM-MM-MM IN M-Y PU-SS-SS-Y!"she shrieked as I drilled her rapidly. 

Those bouncing boobs, her begging eyes, and the exquisite sensation of her dripping snatch around my cock combined to bring me to the brink quickly. I felt the tide rising. There would be no stopping it. 

"Oh, fuck....cumming honey!" I bellowed, and unleashed a torrent of hot spunk into her vagina. Samantha's eyes sparkled, as she enjoyed the warm feeling of my cock erupting inside her. 

"That's it, baby....give me all of it! Fill me up!" She pulled me down, holding me close while I shot the last spurts of semen. She stroked my hair, and kissed my neck gently. 

It was a wonderful way to begin a Saturday, and our nine remaining days together. We slept, we ate, we played, we fucked, we slept some more. It was very romantic, and we got to know each other better, finding out we actually liked being around each other, not just in bed, but in life. 

When the work week arrived, we went to our offices as usual on Monday. Samantha got off at her usual stop, going home to pack a weeks worth of clothes. Then she drove back to my place. She even brought some lingerie for my entertainment, but didn't get to wear it long, as every time she tried, we wound up in bed again. 

Then again, that's the point, isn't it? 

***

Perhaps two weeks after Samantha's husband came back from his 'business trip', I was in my seat, when she walked on, a little smile on her face. She sat across from me. 

"Is there any way you can get out of work tomorrow?" she asked. 

My mind immediately made the assumption that she wanted a rendezvous, for sexual purposes. I was all for it. I had been in severe withdrawal, after ten days of access to her considerable charms, having to go cold turkey. Even though we had talked about our future, one which saw us together at some point.... 'some point' seemed awfully far away. I was hooked. 

"Of course. You want me, I'm there," I smiled. 

She smiled back, and moved to the seat next to me. 

"Alex, I've missed you, too.....and I'd love to spend the day in your bed again...but that's not what I'm asking," she whispered. "I need your emotional support....your strength. It's time to confront my husband, and I'd like you to be there. I don't think I can do it without you." 

While I was slightly disappointed that I wouldn't be tasting her lips in a passionate embrace, I was happy for her, and glad she asked for my support. If we were just a physical thing, I doubt she would have wanted my presence. 

"I'm in," I nodded. "What time?" 

"I'll pick you up at ten," she replied. "Try to dress like a lawyer." 

The rest of our commute was totally innocent, with no hint of how much we wanted to rip each other's clothes off. 

***

There was a knock on my door the next morning at nine thirty. I was confused, and had just got out of the shower. Who could that be? 

Imagine my surprise when the face peering back at me through my peep hole had green eyes, and platinum blonde hair. 

"You're early," I smiled as I opened the door. 

"I'm horny," she giggled as she came in quickly. "Good, you're not dressed yet. That makes it easier." 

Samantha stuck her hand under my towel, and grasped my soft cock. The towel fell away, and she dropped to her knees, slurping my noodle into her mouth. She moaned quietly, swallowing it all the way down her throat. As it grew, she was forced to back off a bit, but she kept bobbing her head, even as she started to shed her jacket and blouse. Once her bra was off, she pulled back, saliva dripping from her lips and my cock. She stood, and kicked off her heels. 

"Come on.....we'll have to be quick, but I just have to have that big dick in my pussy before we go," she breathed, heading toward the bedroom. She unzipped her skirt as she went, then dropped her panties at the bedroom door. She was carefully rolling her stockings off when I caught up to her. 

"Just fuck me, honey," she smiled, as she laid back on the comforter. "I'm about as wet as I can be, and just want to be taken, right now." 

Never argue with a lady who knows what she wants, I thought, and crawled between her legs. She reached down, and slipped the head in, then wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that's better," she groaned. "I have missed you so much, baby." 

She pulled my lips down to hers, and kissed me with ardour, as I started to stroke into her. Soft moans wafted through the room, growing in volume as we continued. She pulled her lips away. 

"Oh my god! That cock does such wonderful things inside me!" she gasped. "Fuck me, baby.....fuck me so good, and make me cum...." Words gave way to pants and grunts that coincided with my rhythm. "Uhn...uhn...uhn...."

Samantha screamed. It was a bit of a surprise to me. Apparently, her orgasm surprised her, too. When the wave passed, she looked at me sheepishly. 

"Sorry about that," she giggled. "Kind of snuck up on me, there. That was a good one. Are you getting close?" 

"Yeah," I grunted through clenched teeth, pounding her furiously. "Where?" 

"I'd love it in my pussy, but I think down the hatch would be faster....no shower requ..... Oh!" she gasped, as I ripped my cock out and crawled up. She barely got it safely in her mouth before I started to erupt, and she gulped down the load, humming happily. 

"Sorry, honey," I panted, looking down at her as she suckled my twitching tool. "Don't mean to interrupt, but the point was about to become moot." She nodded, and gave me one last lick. 

"Yes, well, as I was saying.....no shower required," she smiled, and licked her lips. "Okay, get dressed. We have an eleven o'clock at my lawyer's, then it's off to deal with the cheating bastard. Thank you for coming with me." I grinned. 

"Yes, go ahead and laugh, but you know what I mean," she rolled her eyes. "Damned double entendre!" 

Samantha reversed her order, heading out to the kitchen, and redressing as she came to each piece of discarded clothing. I went to my closet, and put on my power suit. I put some gel in my hair, slicking it back to look more severe, and was working on my tie as I walked out into the living room. Sam was dressed, and waiting patiently. 

"Oh, that's perfect. The hair really makes you look nasty," she giggled, helping me with the tie. She snugged the knot up, and kissed me again. "Ready?" 

"Let's go!" 

***

Samantha drove. Her car was pretty sweet.... an S class Mercedes sedan.... and I was able to relax and enjoy the ride. 

When we arrived at her lawyer's office, she asked me to wait for her while she met with counsel. It was a short meeting....only about ten minutes....and she soon appeared, with a smile on her face, and a folder under her arm. 

"Okay. Let's get this over with," she exhaled, and we headed for the elevator. 

Once we got to the car, she filled me in as we drove. She told me my role in today's escapade, and what she was expecting her husband to say, do and think. She told me what she was asking for from him, and why. She was well prepared. 

Sam pulled the Mercedes into a parking spot, and turned the engine off. She sat, with her hands still on the wheel for several long, silent seconds. It was obvious she was thinking. I sat quietly, not wanting to interfere. I was here to hold her hand, not twist her arm. Finally, she spoke. 

"I don't know if I can do this," she said softly. She didn't seem afraid to do it. There was something else holding her back. I let her continue at her own pace. 

"I'm about to go upstairs and demand a divorce from my husband, on the grounds that he's been cheating." She gripped the steering wheel tighter, and turned to face me. "I'm cheating!" 

I suddenly felt very guilty. It was true. She was cheating....with me. I was part of this mess. The crestfallen look must have shown on my face. 

"I'm not blaming you, Alex," she softened. "If you remember, I'm the one who asked you to join me in the bathroom on the train. I'm the one who got back on the train, and made you take me to your place for ten days. I'm the one who jumped you this morning. I'm the one to blame, and I'm not sure I can be angry with my husband for doing what I'm doing."

We sat silently for a few minutes. My turn to speak. 

"Samantha, I know two wrongs don't make a right. Still, can you stay married to a man who has treated you with disrespect for years? If he had stayed faithful, would you ever have strayed?" 

"I think twenty eight years of fidelity answers that question. No, I wouldn't have," she said, twisting her hands on the wheel. "Even two years after I knew he was cheating, I still didn't. It wasn't until I met you that I realized I wasn't living at all." 

"Are you willing to sacrifice your own happiness, just to atone for being human....for needing to feel loved, respected, and wanted?" I asked. I know it sounded like I was trying to save my own relationship with her....and maybe I was, in a way.... but I just wanted to remind her of what he had really done to her with his years of contemptible behaviour. 

She stared straight ahead, and her hands squeezed the wheel tighter. I could see the anger building. 

"No, I'm not," she growled. "Let's go. He fucked over the wrong woman!" 

Within minutes, we were stepping out of the elevator, into the lobby of her husband's company. 

"Mrs. Fordham, so nice to see you," the cute blonde receptionist said cheerily. "Shall I let your husband know you're here?" 

"Yes, please, Sharon," Sam replied, with a smile. "I'll just head back there." 

"Her?" I asked, as we turned down the hall. 

"Possibly. There's been at least four, so she might be one of them," Samantha said softly. "This one, for sure," she nodded, as we entered her husband's office area. A tall brunette stood by the desk, talking on the phone, and she put it down as we approached. 

"Mrs. Fordham," the brunette nodded. She was pretty enough, but her body, while quite nice, slim and firm, didn't appear to be exceptional in any obvious way. 


On The Train Ch. 02



"Corrine," Samantha replied. "Is he busy?" she asked, walking unabated toward his door. 

"Nothing important," Corrine answered. 

"Good," Sam said, opening the door, and walking in. I followed, without a word, and closed the door behind us. 

"Sam? What brings you here?" a voice said while I was closing the door. When I turned back, I saw him, for the first time. 

He had a little grey around the temples, and a few extra pounds around the middle. He was no movie star, just an average looking guy. I instantly disliked him. Of course, I already did, but now that I saw him, I realized that he probably was using some type of influence to get these women into bed with him. He just didn't seem to be in their league. He didn't seem to be in Samantha's league, either. 

He sat. He didn't even stand to greet his wife, the schmuck. 

"Who's this?" he asked, looking at me. 

Samantha sat down, and crossed her legs, resting her hands on the folder in her lap. 

"Frank, this is Alex," she said evenly. 

"And who, pray tell, is Alex?" Frank said contemptuously. 

"Alex is a paralegal, with my lawyer's firm, and he's here to witness this conversation," Samantha replied, levelling her gaze at him. 

"Lawyer? Why do you have a lawyer, honey?" he asked, suddenly concerned. 

"You're going to give me a divorce, Frank....an uncontested divorce. Alex is here to witness my serving you the papers, and you signing them. Today. Now." 

A stern look crossed his face, and he picked up his phone. 

"I don't know what kind of fucking game you're playing here, Sam, but I'm sure you won't mind if I have a witness of my own present." He punched a few buttons. "Corrine, could you come in here, please?"

The door opened, and the brunette stepped in, holding her notepad. 

"Yes Mr. Fordham?" she asked. 

"Take a seat, Corrine, and take notes," Frank said confidently. "It seems my wife is here to ask for a divorce." 

I glanced at Corrine, and a brief look of relief crossed her face. Maybe she thought she was in line to be the next Mrs. Fordham? How could a woman, with whom a man cheated, ever trust that man not to cheat on her? Blind faith, or stupidity? 

"I'm not asking, Frank. I'm telling you, and I'm not sure that you really want Corrine in here for this. You might regret it," Samantha said. Her voice was strong, without a hint of trepidation, but I knew she was terrified. 

"She'll do just fine," Frank retorted. "Now what makes you think I'm going to give you a divorce, let alone an uncontested one? Do you think I'm fucking stupid?" 

"No Frank, you're not stupid," Samantha answered. "You're a very astute businessman, but you've made a few mistakes. The first was assuming that I'm unaware of your activities."

"Activities?," Frank said sarcastically. "What activities?" 

Corrine shifted in her seat, nervously. Her pen paused in mid air. 

"Frank....you've been unfaithful. Adultery is grounds for divorce," Samantha replied. I knew that was hard for her, from our conversation in the car. 

Frank could have been nominated for an Oscar. He'd obviously rehearsed his reaction before. 

"Adultery? Honey, I have no idea what you're talking about! Why, I've never even looked at another woman since we've been married!" 

There was a palpable pause. Samantha picked up the gauntlet, put it on, and made a fist. 

"Really, Frank? How do you work without looking at your assistant, here?" she asked. "She is quite attractive. Is she good in bed, Frank?" 

It was Corrine's turn to put on a performance. 

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Fordham.....but your husband has never been anything but professional. I don't know who you've been talking to....." Samantha held up her hand, silencing her. 

"Don't lie to me. This is not opinion, or innuendo....and I warned you that you didn't want her in here for this. I have proof, Frank," she told him. "Proof I'd be willing to keep to myself, if you would just sign this consent." She pulled a page out of the folder, glanced at it, and put it on the desk in front of him. 

"You know, Frank, I had no idea how wealthy we really were, until you forced me to look into things more closely. When I think back to our early days, just scraping by, both of us sacrificing everything for this business....it's a wonder we survived, but we did. Remember when I used to work here with you, doing Corrine's job, because we couldn't afford to hire anyone else? Now look at it."

Frank had been reading the document she had given him. He tossed it aside. 

"You've got to be joking! You expect me to sign that?" he gasped, angrily. 

"Yes, Frank, I do," Samantha said quietly. She stared him down. 

"Here's what I think of your request!" he snapped, grabbing the page, and tearing it to shreds. Samantha laughed. 

"I had a feeling you'd do something theatrical and rash like that," she smiled, pulling out another copy. "I've got two more, if you need to throw another tantrum." She sat forward, and glared at him. "I'm telling you, Frank....don't test me. I've been very fair up to now." 

"Fair? Are you fucking nuts? You call it fair to demand 90% of our assets, plus the house, plus your car, and the beach house? You're insane if you think I'd agree to that!" he thundered, standing ominously. I stepped in. 

"I think you should calm down, Mr. Fordham," I warned him. "Don't add to your problems." 

"Fuck off, you snotty twit! I haven't even done anything, and my wife is making these unreasonable....insane demands? Then you tell me to calm down? Get out of here!" he snarled. Samantha didn't move. 

"Sit down, Frank!" she barked. "If you want to contest this, that's fine with me. I'll settle for half....of everything....including this place....and everything will become public! Believe me, you don't want that to happen. It will cost you much, much more that way. This is your last chance. Sign it." She handed him the page, and he crumpled it up, throwing it across the room. 

"Okay," she sighed. "In the interest of saving us all a lot of time, money, and effort, I'm going to give you one final opportunity to do what's in your own best interests."

She opened the folder, and flipped through the pages. 

"Ah, let's start with this one....the first one, that I know of, anyway," she said, handing Frank a paper. "That's a copy of a DNA report, run on a pair of your underwear. As you can see, there are three columns there. The first sample is you, my husband. All those numbers and bars, that's you, your DNA fingerprint. The last column, is me. My DNA, run as an example of the only female DNA....vaginal contributions....that should be in your underwear." She tapped the page. "This one, here, in the middle? We don't know who that is, but somehow, her pussy juice landed, by some miracle of coincidence, on your cock, then into your underwear. My guess would be that she's in this building somewhere, but that's not important now."

Frank's bravado was beginning to crack, and Corrine looked a little more than merely interested in the report. Perhaps she thought she was the first. 

"Still, don't feel like signing?" she jabbed. "Alright, let's try these ones," she produced more pages. "Same you, same me....different mystery guests, although, at least these ones are all the same girl, and this is a solo. One night stand, Frank? You really should learn to have a shower after you fuck a strange woman. But then, I suppose you thought I was too dumb to notice."

Frank's face was red. So was Corrine's, but where he just looked embarrassed, she looked angry. Samantha stepped on his throat. 

"Lastly, we have these six. Now, five of them, including this one here from two weeks ago....incidentally, that's on your business trip, Frank.... these are all the same woman. Different from the others, but all the same girl. I'm quite sure that this woman," she tapped the middle column again, "is in this room."

Corrine squirmed in her chair. 

"What No comment? Care to give us a sample, just to exclude you, you fucking idiot? Do you really think you're anything more than just a piece of ass to this bastard?" Samantha spat. Corrine said nothing. 

"Now, here's the kicker....and remember, I told you to keep her out of it," she jabbed her finger at the stunned brunette. "This one's especially interesting. It's not Corinne, but it's during the period covered by these ones," she added, gesturing to the Corinne pile. "Yes, I'm afraid he cheated on you, too, honey. What makes this one even more unique, is the fact that we know who it is."

Frank's eyes closed. He was beaten, but Samantha wasn't going to let him go yet. She had warned him. She had asked him. She had begged him, but he had forced the issue. 

"I was surprised at this one. She's in the system! Not that she's a felon, or anything. She's one of those kids that had their DNA taken as a measure against sexual assault."

Corrine gasped at the word 'kid', and looked at Frank in horror. 

"Oh, don't worry, honey," Samantha said softly, looking at the shocked secretary. "He's a cheating scumbag, but he's not a paedophile. She's nineteen, now, and was eighteen when he fucked her two months ago. She's also the daughter of one of Frank's best and biggest customers."

Game, set, and match. Turn out the lights, the party's over. The fat lady has sung, and Elvis has left the building. Frank, you're a dead man. 

Corrine stood abruptly, glared at Frank, and dropped her pen and pad on his desk. 

"You fucking bastard!" she hissed, and spun on her heels, storming out. 

"I told you to keep her out of this," Samantha growled. "Now it would appear you're also looking for a new assistant. Was she a good fuck?" 

Silence filled the room. I continued to stand behind Samantha, as she sat quietly, waiting for Frank to speak. Finally, he did. 

"Sam, I...." 

"Don't apologize, Frank," Samantha cut in. "I didn't come here for an apology, or a reconciliation. There's nothing you can say that means anything to me, anymore. Your actions are beneath contempt, and you obviously don't love me, or respect me. I'm here to dissolve our marriage, Frank. It's over. The only question left is how hard you want it to be. You may not believe it, but I'm actually being quite reasonable. I'm not asking for alimony, and I'm not asking for my half of this business. Sign the papers, give me what I deserve, and keep your company intact. You'll be back on your feet, fucking everything in a skirt, in no time."

"I never meant to hurt you," he whispered.

"Well, you did. You hurt me deeply. Prove that you're sorry, Frank... Sign the papers, and let me go." There was pain in her voice now. The anger, which powered her through her destruction of his resistance, was spent now, and she was left with only the sadness of knowing that a man she loved and trusted had treated her like a doormat. Her marriage was over. No woman ever wants to think that could happen. Prince Charming is not supposed to turn into Charles Manson. 

Frank picked up his pen. He hesitated, then pressed the writing implement to the page, signing his name. He held the pen out to Samantha. 

"I have my own," she said, and put her scribble on the appropriate line. She handed me the pen, and pointed to the witness line, where I signed as well, and dated it. 

Samantha signed and dated one of the other copies, and left it on Frank's desk. 

"Thank you, Frank. I'll take this to the lawyer, and get things rolling. We may need you to okay some of the asset liquidation.....stocks, mutual funds, that sort of thing, but I'll let the lawyers talk to each other about that. I think it would be best if you slept elsewhere from this point on. If you need anything, let me know, and I can pack some stuff for you," she said quietly. 

"My clothes, please?" he asked. 

"Of course," she replied. "Just tell me where, and I'll have them brought to you."

"Thank you, um, honey," he mumbled. He didn't know what hit him. An hour ago, he was under the impression that his philandering ways were unknown, and unpunished. Now, he felt the consequences. 

***

We were in the elevator, on the way down to the parking lot, when Samantha broke down. She fell into my arms, sobbing, gasping desperately, her body shuddering as the emotions poured out with the tears. 

The doors opened, and I led her out, taking the keys from her hand. I opened the passenger side door. 

"Alex, can you hold me, please? Just for a few minutes?" she asked, sniffing back tears. 

"Of course, baby," I replied. Since the front seats were buckets, and the steering wheel was an obstacle. I closed the front door, and opened the back, guiding her into her seat. I then went around to other side, and climbed in myself. 

She was waiting when I slipped in beside her, and when I lifted my arm to allow her in, she pressed her body against mine, resting her head on my shoulder. She was still crying, but the devastation had waned. The worst was over. She had confronted her fears, and her husband, conquering both. The rest of the process was just legalities. 

We sat quietly, for about fifteen minutes, as her tears slowed, then stopped. I just held her close, stroking her blonde mane gently. Her breathing eased, becoming even and relaxed. 

"Okay, Alex," she whispered. "I'm alright now. You can let me go."

"Never," I replied. "You do realize that I've fallen hopelessly in love with you, don't you? I know I'm moving too fast, but I can't help it. You're the most wonderful woman I know, and I can't possibly go on without you in my life."

Samantha lifted her head, and kissed me softly. She sniffed, tearing up again. 

"Alex, you're killing me!" she blubbered. "I just dealt with one emotional extreme, and now you dump the other one on me?" She put her hands on my face, and looked deep into my eyes. "You won't have to go on without me, I promise, but can we file the divorce papers first?" A weak smile touched her lips. 

"Sorry," I smiled. "I guess I'm not immune to intense emotions. Got a little carried away."

"Give me the keys," she asked. 

"You've been through a lot," I told her. "I'll drive....you navigate."

"Oh, alright," she smiled. "Can I stay back here?" 

"Of course, Ma'am. Do I get a chauffeur's cap?" I laughed. 

***

We dropped off the signed documents at her lawyer's office, and then headed back to drop me off. Sam was back in the driver's seat now, and we pulled up to park by my entrance. She stopped the car, and killed the engine. I was surprised when she opened her door. I expected her to head home. 

"Alex, do you really think you can tell a woman you love her, and then walk away?" she smiled. It was a full wattage smile. "The papers are in the hands of the lawyers. I've done everything I can for now. I think we should go inside, and you can tell me how you feel about me again, and....well....maybe you'll get lucky," she winked. "Maybe I'll get lucky." 

Maybe? 

We barely made it inside the door before hands started to fly. We mauled each other frantically, kissing and moaning. 

We never made it as far as the bedroom. We never even bothered to get naked, instead just baring what had to be accessible. I bent her over the kitchen counter, with her skirt peeled up over her hips, and yanked her panties aside, spearing her juicy cunt with one deep stroke. Reaching around from behind, I grabbed her big tits, and pulled her upper body back up, nibbling on her neck while I fucked her. 

"Oh jesus, Alex.... Yes honey! I'm yours! Take me hard!" she gasped, unbuttoning her blouse quickly. She pulled it open, and reefed her bra up over her boobs, giving my hands free access to her beautiful, round globes. I held her, pounding into her from behind. Our zeal knew no end. It was a frenetic, desperate coupling, that ended with us cuddling on the kitchen floor after very satisfying orgasms from each of us. 

"I can't recall ever doing anything quite like that with Frank," Samantha whispered, her head resting on my chest. "Thank you. It's nice to feel like I can still inspire that much desire, especially at my age. You make me feel special."

"Samantha, you are special," I replied, kissing her hair, and caressing her shoulders. "I've never felt this way about anyone before."

She sat up abruptly. 

"Hold that thought," she smiled, struggling to her knees. Her blouse was still open, and her skirt up around her waist. I couldn't help looking at her, wanting more. "Come on....let's have a shower, and go to bed. I have a feeling you're about to get mushy again, and it's more comfortable in there for the inevitable physical consequences of those emotions. Not that the kitchen floor is bad, but your bed is so nice, and soft."

She was on her feet by now, perched on her high heels. She peered down at me between her breasts, and extended her hand to help me up. As I took it, I noticed my cum dribbling slowly down her inner thigh. 

A few minutes later, we were embracing under the warm spray of the shower. She was warm and soft in my arms, and I wanted this feeling for the rest of my life. Our lips sought each other's, while our hands caressed wet skin with reverence. We stayed in the shower for longer than necessary, reluctant to release our grip on each other. 

Finally, we turned off the water, and stepped out. I dried her body, inch by inch, patting her gently with the soft towel, and kissing the delicate pink skin as I went. Once I had claimed all of her, I scooped her up, and carried her into the bedroom, laying her gently on the mattress. She looked up at me, with a loving look on her face. 

"Alex, you've changed my life forever," she smiled, taking my hand in hers as I laid down beside her. "I don't think I can ever thank you enough for showing me....reminding me....what life is meant to be like."

I gazed at her, laying there, in all her naked perfection....in my eyes, at least....and felt a mix of emotions. 

Mostly, I felt love for her. If I were given the tools to design my ultimate woman, both physically and emotionally, she would be that model. 

Mixed with the love, however, was some guilt. She was thanking me for changing her life, but the truth is that I did what I did for totally selfish reasons. I paid attention to her on the train hoping to get close enough to seduce her. I may have changed my feelings along the way, but I didn't begin with the most altruistic motivation. 

"I didn't really do anything," I told her. "Nothing any man wouldn't have done." 

"Oh, I know....plenty of men have tried to get me into their beds over the years," she giggled. "Some of them even made me seriously consider it, but that was just plain, physical attraction. There was something different about the way you looked at me, though. I don't know why, but it got to me. Sure, you wanted a piece of this," she smiled, gesturing to her luscious body, "but you never lied to me to get me here. Honesty, is very attractive, especially to a woman who's living in a dishonest relationship. You showed me that I could trust, again....maybe even love again. I'll always be grateful for that." 

There was really nothing to say. Samantha said it anyway, lightening the mood which had become very intensely emotional. 

"So, what's this I hear about you 'having fallen hopelessly, desperately, totally in love' with me?" asked, with a little grin. 

"I never said 'desperately'," I laughed, "but 'totally' might be appropriate. Yes, I remember saying that. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all," she purred, pulling me on top of her. "You've said it....now show me. Make love to me." 

I did. We did. Nearly two glorious hours of slow, sensual, languid sex, filled with emotional connection, followed. Very few words were spoken. Very few words were needed. 

***

Samantha went home that evening. Just in case Frank was suspicious, we decided to keep things very low key for a while. At least she had the divorce details to distract her. I had sampled paradise, and now had to see it every day, without being able to visit. It was killing me. 




On The Train Ch. 02



One morning, Sam took her seat, wearing a smile that was bigger than usual. It wasn't that long after the papers were filed, so the source of her happiness couldn't be related to the removal of Frank from her life. Official channels don't move that quickly, even at the best of times. Maybe it was me? 

"My girls, called this morning," she explained, her eyes sparkling brightly. "They're both coming home for a while. I tried to tell them that I was fine by myself....that I had good friends to hold my hand through the hard times....but they insisted. Cassandra will be here tomorrow, and Chloe on Friday. My girls are coming home!" She giggled happily. My eyes were drawn to her other 'girls', who had always been present, and quite prominent. 

"They're twins, right?" I asked, referring to her daughters, not her beautiful breasts. 

"Yes," she smiled. "I don't think they've both been home, at the same time, for years. Cassie is the oldest....by three minutes....and Chloe is the baby. She's always late, for everything," Sam giggled. 

"Well, I look forward to meeting them, if you think that's okay," I replied. 

"I'd like that," she said softly, looking at me with those intense, green eyes that I loved so much. "Of course, we'll have to keep things under wraps for now, at least until it becomes final." 

"Of course," I nodded. Wonderful, I thought, more people to hide my true feelings from. "Anything new to report on the other issue."

"Not really," she said, shaking her head. "The closet looks funny half empty. His office feels like a mausoleum. The house is very quiet, and my bed is very empty, but I'm getting used to it. I really wish you could help me with the last one, but we need to be careful a while longer." 

"I know, and I understand, but I miss you," I whispered. 

"I miss you, too," she smiled. 

We probably had several months of this unrequited lusting for each other ahead of us. She was so close, yet so far away. It would be a stern test of our relationship, one I prayed we could survive. 

***

Friday morning, Sam took the seat next to me on her arrival. She obviously had something she wanted to tell me. 

"Do you have any plans for this afternoon, after work, I mean?" she asked, with her usual smile. 

"I do not," I replied. "Got anything in mind?" 

"Well, I'd love to do what I'm sure is on your mind, but we might have to wait a little longer. Want to meet my daughters?" she grinned. 

"Sure," I nodded. "What have you told them?" 

"Honestly, nothing. Just come home with me this afternoon, and we'll play it by ear," she suggested. "You haven't even seen our house....I mean, my house....so you can get the grand tour." 

"It's a date," I winked. 

Soon, we arrived downtown, and exited the train, walking slowly to our meeting point. She was quiet. There was a lot of thinking going on. 

"Alex, you know I love you, right?" she whispered. I nodded. "I'm terribly sorry we can't be together. There's nothing I'd love more than to have you in my bed every night, and to show my girls what a wonderful man I've found. But..."

"I know. I'll be as patient as I can," I smiled. 

"I appreciate it, baby. I'll make it up to you," she winked. "See you here, later." 

The rest of the day was pretty normal, but I was a little nervous about meeting Cassandra and Chloe. I wasn't sure I could hide my feelings for their Mother, and was afraid they'd see right through me. What if they did? Would they blow things up? 

***

Samantha was waiting for me when I walked up to her from behind. 

"Hi Samantha," I called, and she turned to face me. Those eyes did their thing to my heart again. She saw my nervousness. 

"Alex, they're just my daughters, not a job interview," she laughed. 

"So you say, but I'm still feeling like I'll be getting a close examination," I told her. 

"Okay, just breathe," she smiled. "Let's go, or we'll miss the train, and that will really fuck things up." She led off, and I trailed behind her, watching that sumptuous ass wiggle under her dress. Her hand smoothed the flowing fabric, and she wagged a finger at me as she did. "I know what you're looking at. You're just making it harder on yourself." 

No, you're making myself harder, I thought,and you're driving me insane. 

I caught up, and we walked quickly to the station, arriving with minutes to spare. Someone was in our regular seats.....imagine that....so we took a different pair, forced to sit across the aisle from each other. It made conversing a little more public, so we kept it to basic chit chat about the day at work. She kept giving me this Mona Lisa smile, every time I let me eyes wander around her body, which was often enough to be noticeable. 

It felt strange, getting off the train early, and a few of the passengers who were used to me riding all the way with them, gave me a look of interest. Samantha led, and I followed, as she weaved through the parking lot to her car. Once I was seated beside her, she looked over at me. 

"Okay. I was going to just head home, but I think we both need a little something to ease our nerves. You in particular." She started the car, and we pulled out of the lot. 

"Local bar?" I asked. 

"Nope. Quiet place to fuck," she giggled. I was stunned. "You're not the only one who has been missing our intimacy, you know? I can't trust myself around you tonight, so we'd better take the edge off with a quickie." 

"You're the driver," I smiled, deliriously happy not to have to relieve the urges with my hand. "You have somewhere in mind?" 

"I think so," she purred, turning left, then right. I had no idea where we were, and just watched the trees go by. It was a short ride, until she turned off the road, and went behind a stand of trees. It was dark, and secluded in here. 

"Ooooo. Sneaky," I whispered. 

"Yeah, well, it'll do for a few minutes of passion. In the back, baby," she smiled, opening her door, and hopping out. She lifted her skirt, and stepped out of her panties.. I beat her to the back seat, and was waiting eagerly when she stepped in. "Lose the pants," she smiled, watching me wriggle out of my shoes and trousers. A huge bulge populated my underwear, and she caressed it gently. She wasted no time. 

Her fingers rolled the waistband down, and my cock jumped out at her. She stroked it once, then dropped her mouth over it, sucking my shaft in as deeply as she could. A few moans from her, and a few from me as well, said everything that needed to be said. 

Her mouth lifted off me, and she straddled my lap, facing me. I felt her hand guiding me into her sopping wet pussy, as the heat engulfed my dick. 

"Shit! Too long," she breathed, "far too long without this. We're going to have to come up with some sort of schedule....a fucking itinerary, of sorts. I'm not willing to wait, and I know you'd rather have regular access. Maybe once a week?" Her words tapered off, as she skewered herself happily. 

I needed her breasts.. Not 'kneaded', like you would dough, although that's part of what I wanted to do. I had to have those big, round breasts bare for my viewing pleasure. I reached behind her, and unzipped the top of her dress. She knew what I wanted, and slipped her arms out, then did the same with her black bra, peeling it down to free her feminine globes. I licked her nipples, then suckled them firmly. 

"Oh, that's it, honey. You know I love that. Suck my tits! Chew on my nipples! It goes right to my pussy," she groaned, fucking herself harder. "Oh yes!" 

She threw her head back, and grunted while she came. Her strokes slowed, and she lifted off me. 

"Come on. Follow me. Too cramped in here," she said opening the door. I watched her step out, bare breasts swaying enticingly. She stepped behind the car. I clambered out after her, and found her standing, hands on the trunk lid. Her skirt was up resting on her back, and she was wagging her smooth ass at me. "Fuck my pussy, baby! Fuck my pussy hard!" 

I took my place behind her, and slipped my cock up her cunt. I slammed her, pounding into her furiously, while she tried desperately to contain her screams, keeping it down to a few squeaks of glee. The silence of the forest was pierced by the wet slapping of our bodies. Sunlight dappled the full curves of her rippling ass, as it shook under my attack. 

"Cumming again!" she gasped, and bit her knuckles, muffling her vocalizations. I kept drilling her, until she reached back and touched my hip. I pulled out, and she rested her forehead on the steel of the car for a few seconds, catching her breath. She stood up, and turned to face me. Her eyes dropped to my cock, dripping with her juices, and a smile broke out. She dropped to her knees and sucked it in. 

I leaned against the car, and let her suck my cock feverishly. It was a surreal setting, both of us half naked, in the woods, fifty feet from a road where traffic flowed past on occasion. The sun on her blonde locks....her green eyes looking into mine....her large breasts swinging as her head bobbed rhythmically....the potential danger of getting caught....I felt my balls tighten, and so did she. She pulled her head back, extended her tongue, and pumped my shaft firmly. 

A spurt of goo raced into her mouth, leaving a trail across her pink tongue. Another followed, then another, and still more, as she stroked over and over. At last, the surges stopped, and she wagged her tongue back and forth, mouth open, showing me the mouthful of semen she held proudly within. She closed her mouth, and swallowed, then sucked me clean. 

I helped her to her feet, and we retrieved our clothing from the back seat, dressing quickly. Once we were done, she kissed me softly. 

"More relaxed now?" she smiled, looking into my eyes. 

"Oh yeah. Maybe too relaxed," I laughed. 

"Well, try to stay awake, at least," she giggled. We got back in the car. Samantha pulled out onto the street, and barely got started when she turned into a driveway. 

The house was big, but not huge, and looked well taken care of, and very classy. A mini mansion, of sorts. 

"What? We're here? You mean we just had sex a hundred yards from your house?" I asked, incredulous. 

"Yup. If I told you, you wouldn't have done it, and we'd both still be tense," she smiled. 

"You're one cool customer," I said quietly. 

"Come on in. Do you have a mint? I might have cum breath," she asked. I did, and gave her one, taking one myself. Well, I was meeting her kids, wasn't I? 

***

We walked in from her garage, and she dropped her keys on the hall table. 

"Cassie? Chloe? I'm home!" she called. 

"In the kitchen, Mom," came the reply. We took a few steps in. The house was very warm, with wood everywhere. We turned a corner, and there they were. 

I know Samantha is 47, was married 28 years....her kids aren't kids, are they? I shouldn't have been surprised. 

But I was. 

Two equally beautiful women stood looking back at us. Twins. Both with the same platinum blonde waves as their Mother, although one had it cut shorter than the other. Both with the same green eyes as Samantha, although maybe a little darker. Slightly taller, they were nonetheless built quite similarly to their Mother, which meant my eyes were trying to avoid getting caught checking out their tits. 

I'd never met a woman as beautiful as Samantha before, prior to finding her on the train. Now, there were three. It's just not fair. 

"Hi girls....this is Alex. He's my, um, what would you call it, Alex?" 

"Commuter buddy?" I suggested. "Conversation catcher?" Orgasm orchestrator, I thought. 

"Yeah, something like that," she smiled . "I invited him for dinner. He's been a very good friend, and shoulder to cry on, throughout the process so far."

"Nice to meet you, Alex," the longer haired twin said, stepping forward with her hand out. "I'm Cassandra." She shook my hand. 

"Oh Cassie, don't be so formal," the other one moaned. "It sounds like he's practically family. Come here....I'm Chloe," she smiled, arms wide open, asking for a hug. I obliged. While not quite as robust as her Mother, her breasts were still a delicious sensation, crushed against me by her embrace. She held on for longer than usual. "Thank you for being there to help my Mother. We appreciate it." We parted at last. 

"My sister, the free spirit," Cassandra laughed. 

"That's 'cause I'm younger, you old bag!" Chloe snickered. 

"Yeah. Three whole minutes. Ooooo, I feel ancient!" the elder sneered. 

"Younger is younger," Chloe said proudly. I can imagine they must have been fun kids. Playful. 

"If you two are done debating your age difference.... What would you like for dinner?" Samantha asked. 

"Cooking, or ordering?" they said in near unison. 

"Uh.... Ordering, I think. I'm too pooped to cook," she sighed. A glance at me out of the corner of her eyes told me she aware of what I was thinking. I know why you're pooped. Yes it was a quickie, but a very intense one. 

"Sushi!" they both chirped, big smiles on their faces. Apparently a favourite. 

Sam looked at me, and I gave her the thumbs up. 

"Okay. Cassie, you know what I like. Call it in," she said, putting her purse down. 

"Alex, do you have a preference?" Chloe asked, smiling at me. I got the feeling that her interest was more than just politeness. She was flirting.

"Sashimi....tuna and salmon. Dynamite rolls. Ebi nigiri. That sort of thing," I replied, staying on topic. 

"You got it," she giggled, and ran off to tell her sister, who was perusing the takeout menu.

"Nice kids," I said quietly to Sam. 

"Chloe likes you," she smiled. "You like older women, right?" she winked. 

Oh shit, that's right. I was actually younger than her daughters. 

"Is that going to be a problem?" I whispered. 

"I doubt it. She's capricious. You're just the here and now," she whispered back. 

Just the same, I tried not to encourage her. 

The sushi arrived about an hour later. We had been watching TV, and chatting idly about the divorce, and what an asshole their father was to do that to their mother. I did my best not to sound like I knew more than a friend would know, and certainly didn't let on that I was there for the confrontation. 

The conversation continued throughout dinner. Samantha didn't bash Frank in front of his children, keeping the details of her proof to herself. That didn't seem to stop the girls from loathing him. As the lone representative of the male sex at the table, I suddenly found myself answering questions on behalf of all men. 

"Why do you men do that?" Cassandra interrogated. "Isn't one woman that loves you, enough?" 

"Cassie," Samantha warned, "don't do that. Alex isn't the enemy. He didn't cheat on you. He didn't cheat on me. Don't paint him with that brush."

Cassie looked down. 

"I'm sorry Alex. She's right. I shouldn't have said that," she said softly. 

"Your husband cheated, too?" I asked. 

"Thankfully, we weren't married yet, but yes....my fiancé cheated on me, with my former best friend," she replied. 

"I'm sorry," I said, touching her hand. She smiled. 

"Thank you."

I don't know why but I felt compelled to continue. 

"I've heard anthropologists say that polygamy is man's natural state. That it all goes back to the days of early man, when spreading your genes among as many women as possible was the way to ensure survival. Women weren't innocent either, as they encouraged others to mate with them, for the same reasons." 

I paused, feeling their eyes on me. I carefully avoided making eye contact with Samantha, because what I wanted to say next would probably blow our cover if I did. 

"I don't know if that's true. Maybe it was, at one point, but in today's society, it just sounds like a bullshit excuse to justify being unfaithful. It seems to me that it's a choice. A decision, just like everything else. A simple yes or no answer. All I know for sure is that if I was in love with someone, I'd make sure they knew it, every day. I'd show them they were the only woman in the world for me, and never, ever cross that line."

I speared another ebi from the tray, dipped in my soy sauce, and popped in my mouth. 

"I think I'm in love," Chloe giggled, and winked at me. Cassie nodded, and smiled again. 

Samantha had a mouthful of California roll, and just smiled. I knew she knew that was meant for her. 

The sushi platter never had a chance. The four of us picked it clean, down to the last grain of rice. With dinner complete, we sat around, talking, for maybe an hour, before Samantha spoke up. 

"I suppose we should get you, home, shouldn't we, Alex?" she smiled, standing up. Let me just go change, and I'll drive you home."

"Why don't you go to bed, Mom?" Chloe asked. "I can drive Alex home." She was persistent. 

"Thanks honey, but it's okay. Driving relaxes me. I should be back in, what.... ninety minutes?" she asked looking at me, her eyebrows arched. 

"That's about right," I replied. At this time of night, round trip to my place was more like twenty five minutes. She obviously had plans for the excess time. 

***

Five minutes later, we were in the car, pulling out of her driveway. She had changed into yoga pants and a matching warmup jacket. I just knew there was nothing underneath. 

As soon as we were clear, she turned into Samantha Andretti, planting her foot, in an effort to get to my bed as quickly as possible. 

"You want to run that whole 'if I was in love' thing past me again?" she giggled. "I almost jumped you, right there at the table. Thank you, Alex."

"You're welcome. It's true, though. That's how I feel," I replied. 

"Please, don't make me cry while I'm driving like a lunatic," she sniffed. 

In less than ten minutes, we were parked, and inside my suite. It was totally black inside, so I left her by the door as I ventured out in search of the light switch. I found it and flipped it on. Placing my bag on the kitchen counter, I turned back to the door, where Samantha was waiting, leaning back against it. There was a look in her eyes that told me I was in for something special. 

Samantha pushed off the door, and very slowly walked across toward me, unzipping her jacket as she went. As I suspected, the only thing under Samantha's jacket was Samantha, and she let the garment slide off her shoulders as she closed in on my position. Stopping two steps away, she gazed at me, and slid her pants off over her hips, letting them pool around her ankles. She stepped out of them, and moved to within inches of me, her breath warm and inviting on my neck. 

"Kiss me," she whispered. "Please?" 

She hardly needed to ask. 

I turned my head, and found her lips with mine. Her arms reached up, and encircled my neck, while our tongues tangled gently. She turned her hips, silently asking to be carried into the bedroom. I picked her up, and did so, easing through the doorway, and placing her on the bed softly, reverently. I clicked on the bedside lamp, and the gentle glow illuminated her luscious curves. She waited, patiently desperate, while I undressed, and joined her. 

I laid beside her, looking into her eyes, and softly caressing her chin. I suppose I should have been more aware of time. 

"Mmmmm, honey, I do love the way you look at me like that. I'd love to lay here for hours, and let you make me melt with that look....but..... " she smiled. 

"Right, we don't have that much time," I nodded. "How do you want it?" 

"Just kiss me, baby. Let the details sort themselves out," she laughed, pulling me down to her, and into an ardent embrace. Her body felt so....perfect....in my arms. Our lips on each other's....perfect. Then her hand, grasping my rampant erection, and slipping it into her vestibule, where I pressed into her wet warmth.... perfectly. "Oooooooohhh, yessss!" she hissed, her voice a passionate, quivering gasp of desire. 




On The Train Ch. 02



Her hands found my ass, and cupped my cheeks, gently urging me on. I stroked into her smoothly, building up to an even rhythm, as Samantha's legs lifted to wrap snugly around my waist. She held me close, tight against the resilient fullness of her chest, while I thrust into her lovingly. 

We moved with languid grace from one position to another, rolling over, taking turns being in control. For forty minutes, I probed her deepest, moistest recess with my hard cock. She shuddered in my arms several times, having one quiet orgasm after another. 

"Oh god, Alex, I love what you do to me!" she gasped. "I love you! Promise you'll never stop!" 

"I promise," I whispered into her ear. I was spooning her now, my hands full of her huge, soft breasts, while I ground into her from behind. I was so close to cumming myself, but didn't want this to end. She sensed my urgency. 

"Cum in me, honey. Let me feel that delicious warmth spill inside me!" 

Her words pushed me over the edge, and I exploded, gushing the contents of my balls into her pussy. She moaned, and pushed back against me with her sexy rump. 

"Oooooooooo, Oooooooooo, yes honey, that's so good!" 

I held her tight while we recovered. I never wanted to let go. 

"Mnooooh!" she gasped in anguish. "I want to stay here, in your arms all night. I want to do this over and over!" 

"But you can't," I finished for her. "You should go, baby, before the girls suspect something.....and before I start to cry." 

"I think we should plan to do this every Friday," she said, turning in my arms to face me. "Can you pencil me in on your busy schedule?" 

"Pencil? I'll put you down in ink." 

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Thanks for reading. I appreciate it. If you've made it this far, please click on those stars....and send me some feedback. 

I have a few thoughts about chapter 3. Is Chloe a complication? Are Sam and Alex headed for the altar? Perhaps you have something to add?



On The Train Ch. 03



This storyline has become a favourite of mine. If your comments are any indication, you, the readers, have enjoyed it as well. 

So, Samantha and Alex are back for round three. 

I hope you like this one, too. 

Thanks for your time. 

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Saturday morning. Alone in my bed. 

Shit. 

I sniffed the pillow where Samantha's head had rested during last night's urgent satisfaction of our desires. I could smell her perfume. It made her absence feel even more empty. 

The good news...and good was a relative term...is that I could look forward to Samantha gracing my bed every Friday. It's an appointment I was only too happy to make, and one I would never break. 

Speaking of relative terms, I now had two new ones; Cassandra and Chloe. As incredibly beautiful as their mother, if it weren't for Samantha, I would still have a quandary; assuming I had the opportunity, which of the lovely, buxom twins would I choose to pursue? 

Cassie was the more grounded of the two, in my limited experience. More like her mother. Intellectual, yet humorous. Loyal, but strong enough to step away when that loyalty was betrayed. 

Chloe, save for a different hairstyle, was a carbon copy physically, but polar opposite in personality. Equally intelligent, she chose to display her wild side regularly. It was the side of her mother that only I got to see. 

Now all of this is a moot point; an exercise in useless daydreaming. The reason was simple. I loved Samantha. The rest of the world didn't exist. 

I was still lying there, looking wistfully at her empty pillow, when my phone rang. I retrieved it from the bedside table, and looked at the display. My heart did a little jig. 

"Sam?" I answered. 

"Good morning, Alex," she said, in her usual, throaty way. It wasn't her bedroom voice, and she had called me 'Alex', not something more affectionate. I could guess why. 

"Hi Sam. Kids got your tongue?" I laughed. There was a pause. I could picture her gritting her teeth, and trying to keep a straight face. 

"Yes, it is a lovely day. Do you have plans for today?" she asked. 

"Do you have any idea how much I want to rip your clothes off?" I responded, stirring the pot. "I'd love to spend hours between your thighs, licking that luscious little kitty of yours." A little reminder of last night's festivities. 

A whimper of agony came through the phone, then became a giggle. "Well, if you could come over to help us, we'd appreciate it. I'll feed you of course, to make it worth your while. The girls and I are packing up Frank's books and stuff from his office. The boxes are a bit too heavy for us." 

She was doing a good job holding her end of the fictitious conversation, giving me information, but not letting her daughters know what was really being said. I couldn't let her off that easily. 

"So, Cassie and Chloe are nearby, and you have to play it platonic. I understand." She gave me an 'mmmm hmmm'. "I'd be happy to come over and help, but I'm going to need more incentive than lunch. Like those soft, pouty lips, wrapped around my hard cock, sucking gently," I laughed. 

She repeated the whimper, then hissed a barely audible "Knock it off!" 

"Sorry honey," I chuckled. "Just messing with you. I'll take a shower and be there ASAP."

"Thanks Alex. See you soon," she replied. 

"I know you can't respond, so just listen. I love you, Samantha Fordham," I said honestly. 

There was another pause. The whisper returned. 

"I love you too." 

***

I pulled into Sam's driveway, and parked. After months of knowing Samantha... and several weeks of 'knowing' her... I was coming to her house for the second time in two days, and I couldn't even act normally. 

I rang the bell, and waited patiently. From inside I heard footsteps. The door swung open. 

"Hi Alex," Cassie smiled. "Come on in. Mom's upstairs, and we're going to make some breakfast in a few minutes. I can offer you a coffee?" She closed the door behind me. 

Cassandra was certainly her mother's daughter. The body language, hair colour, eyes and general affectations were pure Samantha. She was beautiful now, and if Sam was any indication, would age very well. 

I accepted the offered coffee, and followed her into the kitchen, watching her cute ass wiggle along the way. She was wearing shorts, and an oversized t-shirt, off the shoulder, where a bright pink bra strap was revealed to complete the look. I sat at the island, on a stool, and Cassie poured me a cup. She leaned forward as she passed it across to me, giving me a full view of her breasts hanging enticingly in her bra. 

There's no way it was accidental. She was flirting, probably another trait inherited from her mother, who was a champion at turning me on with a subtle flash of cleavage, or a glimpse of smooth thigh. Cassie was being pretty blatant about it, and I was just playing along. 

"Hi Alex!" I heard from behind, and turned to see Chloe bounding into the room. Bounding... and bouncing, as the bikini she was wearing was hardly up to the task of restraining her own remarkable pair of breasts. She was wet, fresh out of the pool, so the suit was a bit more transparent than it would have been dry. A bit of darker areola showed through the damp white fabric. As expected, Chloe took blatant to new levels, and she came to an energetic halt immediately in front of me. Her boobs stopped a second or two later, jiggling deliciously. 

"You're here to help us?" she smiled, her eyes sparkling. I nodded. "Cool!" she giggled, and turned to fetch something from the fridge. Whatever she was looking for was on the bottom shelf, and her straight legged bend put her own bottom on full display, with only a string of fabric covering her asshole. 

"Jesus, Chloe!" Cassie gasped, rolling her eyes. "You're such a tart!" 

Chloe stood up, and grinned. 

"I don't hear Alex complaining" she laughed, opening her bottle of water with more vigour than necessary, to shake her breasts for my viewing pleasure yet again. "You're just jealous because I have nicer tits!" 

"We're twins, you moron, and we wear the same size... everything, even bras!" Cassandra pronounced, letting me know her own endowment was equal to her sister's beauties. She was piggybacking on Chloe's flirt. Smart girl. Of course, Chloe was no dummy either, and she had a parting salvo of her own. 

"Eh, whatever...I hardly ever wear a bra, anyway," she winked, and wiggled away upstairs to change. 

It was getting a little warm in here for me, with the girls doing their best to tempt me in their direction. Thankfully, Samantha arrived to rescue me. 

"Hi Alex," she smiled, and pecked me platonically on the cheek. "Thanks for coming." She paused, realizing her inadvertent double entendre, and remembering last night, when I did exactly that... cum... deep inside her. She fought back the grin that tried to take over her face, letting it only tickle her lips. 

With Mom in place, Cassandra behaved herself a bit more. She still flirted... As far as she knew, I was available, and since her sister obviously wanted me, she naturally did too. I was the unwilling prize of their sibling rivalry. 

Moments later, Chloe returned, sans bra as advertised, wearing a skin tight, sky blue shirt, and tiny black shorts. Her nipples were poking holes in the fabric where it stretched across her unrestrained bustline, punctuating the phrase across the front : "I'm only responsible for what I say. How much you understand is your problem." 

Within seconds, the three of them were flitting about the kitchen like a well choreographed team. I just tried to stay out of the way, and was largely successful, unless they didn't want me to be. 

Chloe was the first to 'accidentally' rub against my back. "Oops," she whispered, sliding past and dragging her soft orbs across my upper back. Cassie wasn't about to let that go unchallenged, and pressed her own breasts against my shoulder as she reached around me to retrieve my coffee cup. She similarly christened the other shoulder when she brought it back full. 

I glanced at Sam, who was busy pretending not to notice her daughters' behaviour, and suppressing a smile. She was getting a laugh out of watching her girls torturing me, but I knew she wouldn't let it go too far. 

"Why don't you head for the table, Alex?" Sam suggested. "We'll be in shortly." 

I beat a hasty retreat, grateful that I would be able to curtail my erection before it became noticeable. Of course, the girls would be disappointed, as that had been their goal. 

I wasn't alone long. All three of them soon joined me, carrying plates, and trays of delicious food... eggs, bacon, sausage, toasted english muffins, french toast... all my favourites. Sam had listened intently to our chit chat on the train, for long before we became intimate, and now she was proving it. 

Cassie put her plate and cup across from me, smiling softly, and was just about to sit when her mother asked her to get something from the kitchen. She left the room, and Chloe immediately took the vacant seat, swapping her mug in place of her sister's. Upon her return, Cassie glared at her sister ominously, but said nothing, taking the spot opposite her mother. 

I didn't expect that this meal would fare any better than last night's sushi order had, and I was right. Everyone loaded up, and dug in quickly. 

I had a piece of bacon poised for consumption when I felt Chloe's foot, sliding suggestively up my calf. I looked at her, and watched her eat her sausage in a decidedly sexual manner. I had a feeling that if Cassandra had been in that seat, it would have been her foot worming its way up my leg, and her lips miming a blowjob on a sausage. The same for Sam. I was in flirting hell. 

Chloe took advantage of her spot in my direct view, pressing her breasts into the edge of the table, and dragging them up to rest on top with high beams fully displayed. She tried to pretend she didn't know what she was doing, but I knew better, even thought I'd known her less than 24 hours. Chloe was fully aware of her effect on me, as was Cassie, and most importantly, Samantha as well. The girls had been taught by the master, and I was happy to be her plaything. 

The table was hiding my lap, which had become more than a little crowded. I couldn't help it. Chloe was a very beautiful young woman, and I wasn't blind, so her supposedly innocent displays weren't missed by my libido. Add Cassie and Sam to the mix, and I was powerless to resist. 

The plates were empty, and I was sufficiently fed for now, so I helped load the dishwasher, and we headed for Frank's office, just down the hall. 

The ladies had been busy. No less than fifteen boxes were already full, and waiting for me to move them out to the garage. Frank would be sending someone to retrieve them from there tomorrow. I picked up the first one, and made my first trip. Sam was close behind me. 

"Turn right," she said quietly, directing me to my goal. I really didn't need the guide, but she probably had other reasons for doing it. 

I followed her directions, and found myself in the garage. She closed the door behind us, and leaned against it, beckoning me with her finger. She didn't have to ask twice. I put the box down, and moved into her embrace, for a kiss that made everything right again. 

She felt so perfect in my arms, with her big, soft breasts squashed between us. We tangled tongues, and pawed at each other, trying to keep from making any noise. I was nibbling her neck, and groping her tits, but she remained in control, and reminded me that we didn't need to get caught. 

"Easy honey," she smiled, adding another kiss. "I just wanted to see how you're holding up. The girls are pretty relentless, aren't they?" 

"You could say that," I whispered back. "Chloe is really laying it on thick."

"I see that. Do you need me to tell them to knock it off?" she asked. 

"No, I can handle it," I smiled. "It's kind of fun, in a way... as long as you're okay with it." 

"Well..." she whispered, thinking for a second, "yeah, I'm good. I trust you, and I trust them to keep being themselves. I just know I'm going to get so much flack from them when they find out about us. Eventually." 

She gave me one more kiss, and let me get in a parting grope before she opened the door and went back inside, leaving me alone in the garage with my thoughts, an erection, and a box of books. 

I found two 2x4's standing in the corner, and laid them on the concrete floor to keep the boxes from getting damp. Yeah, Frank was an asshole, and he cheated on Samantha, but that was past. I could give him at least this much consideration. 

Of course, if he hadn't agreed to Sam's demands, I would have been pissing into the boxes. 

***

I was sweating as I dropped the twentieth box on the pile. Man, this guy had a lot of books. His office had been more of a library, but we were nearing the end. 

I went back inside, and found no one in the office. There were still about ten shelves full, so we weren't done yet. Where did they go? 

Wandering out into the kitchen, I heard girlish giggles coming from outside by the pool, and followed the sound. 

"Ah, there you are!" I laughed. There you are indeed. 

Chloe and Cassie were both in bikinis again, and Samantha had changed into a sundress. Three sets of tits with miles of delicious cleavage were being offered to my eyes. 

"We're taking a break," Sam giggled, peeking over her sunglasses. "Out of boxes for the moment, and I needed a drink," she smiled, lifting her glass. "Why don't you grab one yourself, and relax." 

A little rest sounded like a great idea, so I poured myself a cool drink, and took a seat, looking over at the ladies, arranged so nicely on their lounges. Chloe had the white bikini on again. Cassie's was blue, and only slightly more modest. Samantha's dress was a bluish green, like her eyes, and showed her legs quite nicely, as well as her boobs. It was quite a view. 

Sam slurped up the rest of her drink through the straw, and rattled her glass, looking at the empty vessel with disdain. I jumped up, and took it from her, earning a smile and a thank you. 

"Put about three fingers of rum in that sucker, please," she laughed. "I'm not driving anywhere."

I guess this had to be hard for her. Even though she was happy to be free of his betrayal, every one of Frank's books that came off a shelf was a reminder that her marriage had failed. No woman wants that. I put a fourth finger of rum in the glass, to ease her angst just a bit more. 

"Jesus!" she gasped, taking a sip. "If you're trying to get me drunk, you're going about it the right way. I should remind you that I am a married woman... for a little while longer, anyway." There was a tinge of sadness in her voice. 

"I'm not married," Chloe piped up, "so you can get me drunk. Please do!" 

"Oh Chloe," Cassie sighed. "You have all the tact of a bulldozer." She smiled at me, and dabbed at the sweat in her cleavage. She was more subtle, but equally dangerous. 

A few minutes later, Sam had finished her drink, and stood up. 

"Alright, you two," she clapped her hands at her daughters. "Take my car, and go get us more boxes. Cassie... you know the place. I think another dozen should do it. We need more tape, too."

"Is Alex coming with us?" Chloe asked, eyeing me hopefully. 

"Alex did all the heavy lifting, so he gets to rest for longer," Sam pronounced, ending the dialogue. She looked at her watch. "It's almost lunch time. Bring back some pizza, as well. I'll call it in."

The girls hustled inside to change, and Sam looked at me softly. 

"That should give us a bit of time alone," she giggled quietly. "I really need you. Last night just didn't satisfy my appetite."

Sam was on the phone ordering the pizza when her daughters came back downstairs. Chloe had a fresh, provocative t-shirt on... 'I know right from wrong. Wrong is the fun one'... but still no bra. She plucked the keys from her mother's hand, and they headed out the door. 

I went to watch them go, and Sam finished on the phone, joining me a few seconds later. She pressed herself against my back, and we both sighed when the car was clear of the driveway. 

"We've got forty minutes," she giggled, as I turned in her arms. She dropped to her knees, and wrestled my cock free of my pants and underwear. "I believe you said something about these lips..." she pouted, "... around this big hard cock. Mmmmm hmmm." She wasted no time, plunging her mouth over the head, and starting a smooth rhythm of bobs and strokes. 

I leaned back against the front door, and closed my eyes. Her lips were divine, coaxing my cock to full height, and she sucked happily for about five minutes before pulling back. She stroked me with her hand while she talked to me. 

"As much as I'd like to just suck the cum out of your balls right here, I really need you to fuck me." She stood and led the way, up the stairs, and into her bedroom. 

She quickly pulled the dress off over her head, and posed for a moment in her matching blue bra and panties. Walking slowly over to the bed, she sat softly. 

"There hasn't been much action in this marital bed, lately," she said quietly, "and certainly no love." Laying back, she rolled her head in my direction. "Let's show it how it's done." 

I smiled, and stripped off my clothes, joining her on the nicely appointed king sized mattress. She welcomed me into her arms with a kiss, and rolled atop me. I unhooked her bra, and freed her perfect breasts, letting them rest on my chest, while she continued to peck and kiss me playfully. My hands slid inside the back of her panties, cupping the firm flesh there. Rolling us back over, she smiled as I dragged her panties off down her smooth legs, then spread wide, showing me her very wet vagina. 

I knew we were on a deadline, but I just had to lick that gorgeous gash for a few minutes. She moaned as my tongue found the target, delving between her slick labia to taste her juices again. Last night, I had wanted to eat her, but we had a tight time window then, too. I restrained myself to a minute or two of grazing on her succulent folds, then moved up to mount her. 

"Oh shit, Alex," she groaned, as I speared her, balls deep. "Fuck my cunt, you beautiful man! Make me cum!" 

Now there's an idea. 

I was leaning up on my arms, looking into her eyes as I drilled her hard. She was gasping in time with my thrusts, a lusty smile on her face. Her bed was a little more springy than mine, and was magnifying the effects of my deep strokes, making her boobs jiggle even more energetically. 

Sam followed my gaze down to her bountiful, bouncing chest, and laughed, rolling her shoulders to make her breasts even more obvious. 

"Cassie and Chloe may have younger ones," she smiled, cupping her tits suggestively, "but I've got bigger ones!"

Bigger indeed... And I love bigger. Bigger leads to bouncier, and bouncy boobs are my absolute favourite. Put those big bouncy tits on a woman as beautiful and wonderful as Samantha Fordham, and it's little wonder I had fallen for her like a ton of bricks. 

I was looking deep into her incredible eyes, getting lost in their blue / green depths. I would never get tired of those eyes. I hoped I'd still be looking into them decades from now. 

A sharp gasp from Sam roused me from my musings, and I looked down at her. 

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh... fuck... yes... YES!... YESSSS!" she screeched, arching her back under me, while wrapping her legs even tighter around my waist. Her pussy clamped down on my shaft with vice like pressure, and she blushed purple with exertion, then relaxed suddenly, panting for air. I watched her breasts shudder and shake with each gasping intake. 




On The Train Ch. 03



I kept going, reaming her cunt relentlessly. Sam moaned incoherently, and lolled her head from side to side, eyes closed. Soon, her eyes opened again, fluttering as she fought to focus on my face. 

"Whew!" she sputtered, rubbing her face. "That was really... Wow! Thank you!" 

"Anytime, my sweet," I grunted, still plunging deep into her receptive, drenched vagina. "More?" I asked. 

"Mmmmm, yes please," she smiled, pulling me down for a grateful kiss. Those big melons pressed their firm fullness against me, while her tongue danced so happily with mine. I was driving into her, full length strokes that ended with a moan and a slap as our bodies collided. Sam's pussy was making sloppy noises, as she overflowed with lubrication. Maybe the rum was to blame. We'd have to try brandy sometime. 

Samantha groaned, deep inside our kiss, and clawed at my back, announcing the arrival of another orgasm on track number one. She pushed me away from her lips, and screamed, as her body quaked yet again. Panting and snorting like a prize filly being ridden hard, she stared holes in my face. The second orgasm just fuelled her fire. 

"Oh fuck YES!" she hissed. "Pound my pussy, you fucking stud! Give it to me as hard as you like! I love it! Just fuck the living shit out of me, my love. I'm yours forever! Finish for me! Shoot that hot cum on my big tits, and in my mouth! Come on, honey... Hurry! The girls will be back soon!"

Oh yeah. Got so carried away fucking this exquisite woman, I almost forgot about her daughters. Now that she reminded me, I couldn't help get a mental image of them standing in the doorway, watching me ravage their mother's vagina. It got me boiling. I wonder what Sam's reaction would be? 

"Too bad we can't just let them know," I whispered in her ear. "Imagine them coming home, and finding us right here. You, naked, with your long, slender legs wrapped around me, as I fuck your cunt hard."

Sam grunted, then moaned repeatedly. 

"Fuck me, Alex! I'm cumming again," she smiled, as I found high gear, and really slammed her pussy hard. She gritted her teeth, and groaned through the waves of pleasure. I got caught up in the tide as well. I pulled back, and aimed my slick covered cock at her chest. 

Sam scrambled up on her elbows, and opened wide, anticipating the first shot, I adjusted my azimuth for the new target, and sent it. 

Amazingly, I hit the bullseye on the first try, as a stream of semen arced through the gap between us, and splashed across her extended tongue, going right down the hatch. The second also hit the target, with minimal over spray, but after that, my aim was considerably less accurate. By the time I was done, gobs of goo hung from her eyebrow, nose and chin, and a small pool was collecting in her cleavage. 

I flopped on the bed beside her, and we both tried to replenish our depleted oxygen supply. 

"Okay, baby," she smiled, still panting. "I hate to kick you out, but they'll be home any minute. Get dressed, and go downstairs. Try not to look like you've been fucking me senseless. I'll clean up, and be down soon." 

***

I was using the downstairs powder room, answering the call of nature, and clearing my own plumbing, when the girls got home with the pizza and boxes. I heard them pass on the way from the garage to the kitchen. Then I heard them talking, and realized I could actually hear quite well. The kitchen and bathroom shared a wet wall, and probably the same vent system. I sat quietly, and heard Cassie leave Chloe alone with Sam. 

"Mom... can I ask you a question?" Chloe asked. 

"Sure honey," Sam replied. "What about?" 

"It's about Alex," Chloe answered. "How well do you know him?" 

My ears perked up. Did she know something? There was a pause, then Sam spoke. 

"I don't know. Pretty well I guess. We sit together on the train every day, both to and from work. We've been talking for months. He's a very good listener, and a very good friend," she said. "Is there a question about him?" 

"Well, I suppose, but it's personal," Chloe stated. 

"Then you either ask me, and I tell you what I know, or you ask him yourself. Which is it going to be?" Sam demanded. 

"Is he, like, gay or something? I've been practically begging him to ask me out. I wore my hottest bikini, and bounced around without a bra all day, but he's not interested. I'm afraid I'm losing my touch," Chloe said desperately. 

Samantha laughed. I exhaled, and relaxed. 

"Chloe, my darling daughter... there's never a dull moment with you around, is there?" she smiled. "Are you asking me if I know why Alex isn't hitting on you, despite your best efforts?"

"Yes," Chloe replied bluntly. 

"What does your sister say?" Sam deflected. 

"I didn't ask her. She wouldn't tell me anyway. She's been doing the same thing, in her own, pathetic way," Chloe answered. 

"I see," Sam giggled. "I think Alex has a girlfriend, honey. That's probably why he's not jumping on you. He says he's quite happy with her."

I was still listening, but I'd heard enough. Besides, they'd soon come to see if I had gone down the drain, so I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, then walked out and went to the dining room. Sam and Chloe joined me a moment later, the Cassie was right behind them. 

"Pizza!" Samantha called, as she put the boxes on the table, with a smile. 

I was smiling too, but mine was for a personal reason. The conversation I'd overheard had touched my heart. I loved Samantha even more than ever. 

Our quick coupling may have satisfied one hunger, but it raised another, and I attacked the pizza with vigour. 

"Jeez Alex, you must really be working hard with the boxes," Cassie commented. "You're really packing it away!" 

My mouth was full, which gave me a chance to consider my response, and glance quickly at Sam. She was suppressing a smile and hiding behind her own slice of double pepperoni and cheese. Yes, working hard...that's why I'm hungry... certainly not because I just finished fucking your mother to three orgasms upstairs, moments before you got home. No, it's just the boxes. 

"Yes," I smiled between bites. "Heavy boxes." 

Speaking of boxes, by the time we were done, the pile in the garage was eight wide, and four tall. My job complete, Samantha walked me out to my car. 

"Thanks for all your help, Alex," she said loud enough for her daughters, peeking out the front door, to hear. She turned her back, and continued, at a more private volume, "And I do mean all your help. I'll call you later from bed." 

The girls both waved as I backed out, and Chloe blew me a kiss. 

Apparently, the news that I had a girlfriend wasn't enough to stop her. 

***

When my phone rang that night, I was ready. It was already in my left hand. My right was busy holding something else. 

"Hi baby," I answered. 

"Hello darling," she intoned, in a throaty whisper. "I hope I didn't work you too hard today. With the boxes, I mean. The bedroom doesn't count." 

"I'm a bit sore, but I'll live. If you were here, I'd show you," I laughed. 

"If I were there, I'd let you. I'd probably insist on it," she chuckled back. "I assume you are in bed?" 

"Yes, honey, I am," I replied. "What are you wearing?"

"Absolutely nothing, except a smile," she sighed. "I'm horny."

"Only on days that end in 'y'," I smiled. 

"Sarcasm will get you nowhere," she laughed, "even if it's true. Before we get to business, I need to tell you something. Chloe was asking questions about you today. She's more than a little interested."

"Really?" I answered, deciding to keep my completely innocent eavesdropping to myself. "What did she want to know?" 

"Well," Sam giggled, "first she asked if you were gay! She can't believe you're not all over her. I don't know if you noticed, but she was throwing herself at you." 

"Um, yeah, I got that impression. What did you say?" 

"I told her that I was sure you had a girlfriend, and it wasn't a slight on her considerable feminine wiles," she said softly. "I just didn't tell her I saw your girlfriend, every morning, when I looked in the mirror. I wonder how they'll take that bit of information?" 

"I'm sure, when the time comes, they'll be fine," I suggested. 

"I hope so. Nothing I can do about it right now, anyway." A sexy purr reverberated in my ear. "So, my love... If I was in your arms right now..." 

"Mmmmm, well, after I finished kissing your sweet lips, and sucking on your tongue, I think I'd slide down your body, kissing every inch along the way," I whispered. My hand... the right one... began to stroke my stiff cock. 

"Oh god," she breathed, "tell me more. Let your words guide my fingers." 

"Your nipples... I would latch on, and suckle you like a hungry baby," I continued. 

"Mnahhhgnh!" she gasped. "Yes darling, that's so good! Suck my tits!" 

I could see her, laying there, tugging her stiff nipples, and pinching them the way I did with my lips. 

"Soon enough, I'd move down between your legs, to lick your juicy pussy," I teased. My cock was rock hard. 

"Oh shit, yessss..." she groaned. 

I yearned for the time when we could be together, and do to each other every night the things we could now only describe. 

Soon enough. 

"My tongue traces a line, from your tight little asshole, up through your soaking pussy, to circle your clit..." I told her, listening to her moans of joy... 

***

Wednesday evening, I was resting at home after work. The day had been pretty normal... train in both directions, great conversation with my secret darling Samantha, boredom at work in between... but it was about to become a turning point. 

There was a knock on my door. Unexpected, but not unlikely. I answered it. 

"Hi Alex!" Chloe sang brightly. "Surprise!" 

Surprise? Surprise? What's a stroke feel like? I might be having one, right now. 

She stepped in before I could even react, and closed the door behind her, leaning against it. I tried to gather my wits. 

"Chloe... How did you find me?" I asked, buying time. 

"Mom's car has GPS, and you're on the list. She sent me out to run some errands, and I found you by accident." She stepped forward, and I stepped back, trying to maintain the gap between us. "Or maybe it was fate," she smiled, taking another step. I retreated again. 

I barely survived her flirtatious behaviour when I had others around to dissuade her from going all out. Now, alone with her, my apartment suddenly felt waaaay too small. I matched her, step for step. 

"Alex, my mother says you have a girlfriend," she asked softly, walking closer. I moved away. "Is that true?" 

"Um, yes... that's true," I replied, looking around for an escape route. I couldn't afford to get cornered. 

"Is she here, now?" Chloe purred, continuing her advance. 

"Um, n-n-no," I stumbled, angling away. 

"Too bad," she giggled, "Maybe we could share you?" 

That caught me by surprise, and I hesitated, letting her change her path, and trap me in the kitchen. 

"Alex, I've seen the way you look at me," she whispered, gliding closer. I was running out of room. "I know you find me attractive, and I'm sure you have guessed how I feel about you."

Oh shit, I thought as my butt hit the counter top. She had me. 

"Chloe... Please..." I whimpered, as she closed ground. One step away, I realized that my cock was betraying me, and was hard as steel, despite my conscious thoughts to the contrary. Maybe she won't notice.... 

"Alex! My goodness! What have we here?!" she gasped. Her hand caressed my bulge. 

Shit! I closed my eyes, and could feel her breath on my neck. 

"That's some cock, Alex," she breathed. "It seems to be willing. Maybe it would help if I took some clothes off?" 

I opened my eyes, and she was smiling. 

"Ooooo, you are interested!" she grinned, and began to unbutton her blouse. 

"Chloe, please, you don't understand," I begged. "I can't. If the situation were different, I would love to..." Her fingers opened the neck of her blouse wider. There was no bra under it. My eyes snapped shut again. "Shit! Chloe, no..." 

I grabbed her hand and pulled it away from my crotch, then pushed her back against the cupboards. 

"Oh yes, Alex! Be forceful! Take what you want!" she gasped. Her chest was heaving with her excited breathing. 

"Chloe," I said sternly, "I'm trying not to hurt your feelings, but you're not making it easy. I've told you 'no', and I mean it. Now, knock it off!"

I was angry... at the situation, not being able to be honest, and myself, for letting her get the better of me. When I looked into her eyes, she had one last trick. If flirting wasn't enough, and blatant seduction wasn't enough... 

Tears. 

Not fucking fair. Women know that men can't stand a woman's tears, so they always have a trump card. 

"You don't think I'm pretty?" she sniffed, adding a pout for good measure. 

Okay Alex, I thought, be careful here. She's trying to get you to admit that you think she's hot. If you do that, she'll use it against you, and take control again. Of course she's pretty... and gorgeous... and built. I'll bet she's an absolute demon in bed, and if her tits are like her mother's, then they're spectacular, albeit a cup size smaller. Whether or not she's fuckable isn't the issue. Talk about a stupid question. My cock wasn't hard by accident. The issue is Samantha. Remember her? The woman you love? The woman who's already been cheated on once. You can't do this. 

But, you don't want to hurt Chloe either, do you? You can't just reject her, without reason, and giving her a reason that isn't a lie might be dangerous. It might fuck things up completely. 

"Chloe... you don't need to ask that," I replied carefully. "Yes, you are very pretty. If my heart wasn't already spoken for, I would be honoured to have you on my arm." 

"It's not your heart I'm interested in," she giggled, pushing the tears aside for a moment. "At least, not right now... and I'd rather be under you, than on your arm." As expected, she was pushing me back, trying to regain the upper hand. Her blouse was still open, showing me almost half of each firm globe. Yep, those are nice tits. 

I put my hand on her shoulder, and stopped her advance. She shuddered at my touch. 

"No. I'm saying no, Chloe."

She looked at me in shocked disbelief, as though no one had ever turned her down before. That may well have been the truth. Her expression changed to one of disappointment, then a bit of anger crept in. 

"Fine! Be like that!" she spat. "You have no idea what you're missing!" She held her blouse in both hands, poised to rebutton it, with just a hint of her areolas showing. "Last chance?" 

I shook my head. 

"She'd better be worth it!" she snapped, and turned away, buttoning up. 

She was hurt, and angry... exactly what I was hoping to avoid. She wasn't leaving me much choice. 

"Chloe," I sighed, "come here, please." 

"Fuck you!" she snarled. "You had your chance!" 

I took a seat on one of the bar stools of my breakfast bar, and asked again, gently. 

"Please, let me explain. I know I've upset you, and I apologize for that, but if you'll hear me out, maybe you'll understand. I'm asking for your help." 

My tone, and asking for help, seemed to soften her a bit. She crossed her arms over chest, and stood in place, obviously annoyed. 

"Alright... I'm listening," she said quietly. 

"Before I start, I need to ask a question, and I need you to be absolutely honest with me. May I?" I asked. 

"Whatever," she rolled her eyes. "Ask." 

"How do you feel about your father, and what he did to your Mom?" I offered. 

"What the fuck does that have to do with this?" she scowled incredulously. 

"It's important, Chloe. Just answer me honestly." 

She seemed to relax, and understand that I was serious. She uncrossed her arms, and walked over, taking a seat next to me. Her brow furrowed, considering her response. 

"Um, let's see, well... first off, he's my father, and on that level I'll always love him and respect him. But as a woman, I find his conduct disgusting. I'm amazed my mother didn't dump him years ago, and if I had known about him cheating, I would have told her in a heartbeat. If I was in her place, married to him all those years, and he did that to me? Well, I'd be the hottest widow in prison." She sat back, and crossed her legs, then stared at me. "Honest enough?" 

"Yeah," I smiled, "that will do. One more caveat... you can't tell anyone. No one. Not even Cassie. No one can know this, or that you know this."

"Fuck!" she said in exasperation. A smile crept into her expression. "This must be pretty juicy. Alright. I swear. Not a word. Now tell me."

"I have a girlfriend..." I began. 

"Yeah, I got that from Mom, and you already used it as an excuse. You'd better have more than that, or I'll be pissed," she grinned. 

"I do." Oh boy... Do I ever. How to phrase this?  "My girlfriend is someone you know." I hoped I wouldn't need to elaborate any further. She was a smart girl. She'd probably figure it out. 

"That's it? That's the big secret... that I know your girlfriend? I want details, not riddles," she laughed, but I remained silent. "That's all you're giving me to work with?" 

I smiled and nodded. 

"I know so many people," she said, tapping her lip with a thoughtful fingertip. "Okay, so you're not gay... that erection proves you like girls," (I blushed), "so eliminate the males. I assume it's not someone I know from where I'm living now. Too far away." She was studying my face, reading my reaction as she spoke. "That leaves this area. Hmmm. That narrows the field considerably. I can't think of any women I know who would need to keep..." she paused, and her eyes opened wide, "... a... secret? No!" 

Chloe put her hands over her ears, desperately trying to un-hear what she now knew. Her eyes were screwed shut, and she was breathing in sharp snorts. 

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no..." she whispered. 

"Yes," I smiled. "I'm in love with your mother. That's why I can't... you know... with you. You understand, now?"

"You've been..." she sighed, "... you know... with her, though?"

"Uh, yeah," I answered, bracing for a possible shit storm. 

"How long?" she asked bluntly. 

"Just since she decided to end it with your father. It just happened." Okay, it was mostly true. Close enough for now. 

Her eyes opened again, and she smoothed her hair. Her breathing returned to normal. 

"I came on to you pretty hard," she said softly. "You must really love her. Thank you for not, um... you know."

"It wasn't easy," I smiled. "You're pretty persuasive, and very much your mother's daughter." 

"Really?" she smiled. "Thank you. There's no one I'd rather be more like. My mother is a wonderful woman." 

"Don't I know it. That's why I love her," I said, touching her hand. "So now you know. I'm trusting you, big time, but I'm glad someone else knows. It was making me crazy."

"Wait... Did you two?...Yesterday? While Cassie and I were out," she giggled. 

I didn't answer, but there was no way to stop from smiling. 

"Hmmm. I thought she was more relaxed after lunch. I put it down to the rum, but now I can see it. How close were we to catching you? It had to be a quick one," she smiled back. 

I held up finger and thumb, indicating 'close'. 

"Well, take your time from now on," she laughed. "Mom deserves it."

Chloe stood, and stepped in for a hug. She really did feel delicious. Her boobs were very soft. 

"Oh, and I'll, uh... I'll wear a bra around you from now on," she snickered, but didn't rush away from my arms. 

"No need," I chuckled. "I'm allowed to look, as long as I save it for her." 




On The Train Ch. 03



"Yeah. Cassie would probably know something was up, anyway. It would be so unlike me." She pulled back, and looked into my eyes. "You're sure I can't tell her? I share everything with her. It feels weird keeping secrets."

"Let's keep it tight for now. I'll talk to your mother, and see what she says. I'm probably on thin ice for telling you, as it is."

Chloe nodded, twisted an imaginary key in the lock on her lips. 

"I'd better get going. Mom will begin to worry. Thanks for confiding in me, and thanks for not... you know," she giggled. I walked her to the door, and opened it for her. She was just about to step out when she wheeled around, and... kissed me! Hard, right on the lips!

I was stunned into immobility, and she didn't just peck-and-go. Her tongue wiggled past my lips, and probed my mouth. I tried not to kiss her back, but it was pretty difficult no to. I pushed away, but she had a firm grip on my head. Finally, she released her embrace. 

"I thought so," she smiled. "We could have been great together!" 

With that she was gone, save for a flutter of her fingertips and a lusty laugh as she walked away. 

I closed the door, and took a deep breath. 

"Wow... definitely her mother's daughter." 

***

Thursday morning, I was in my usual spot on the train. Samantha boarded from her station, and sat across from me, a smug smile on her face. 

Last night, I briefly considered telling her that I had spilled the beans to Chloe, and why. That would have been the best course of action, but it would have completely destroyed the mood of our nightly obscene phone call. So, I held back, waiting for today, on the way to work. It was going to be a different conversation than usual, that was certain. 

"I really had fun last night," she said quietly. "I'll have to let you do that for real some time."

Sam had become more interested in anal play recently, and last night I had described in detail what I wanted to do to her butt. She had cum twice in rapid succession, perhaps with her finger taking the place of my tongue. I smiled at her and nodded. 

"Anytime you'd like," I laughed. "On a more serious note, I need to talk to you about something important. I should have told you last night, but I wanted to do it face to face."

A concerned expression crossed her face. I suppose my words might have been taken in a disconcerting way. I tried to ease her mind. 

"It's okay... I'm not leaving," I added. She looked around, and lowered her voice. 

"You're not proposing, are you?" 

"No!" I gasped, then matched her conspiratorial tone, "unless you want me to." 

"Hmmm," she smiled, relaxing visibly. "Not today, okay? I'll tell you when." She sat back and recrossed her legs. "Okay. What's so important?" 

I had rehearsed this. Why was it suddenly so scary? 

"I had a chat yesterday...last night actually... with Chloe."

"What?!" she gasped. "How? When? What did she say?" 

"It's okay, honey," I smiled. "She went out to run errands, in your car, right?" Sam nodded, and rolled her eyes. 

"Fucking GPS!" she hissed. "I should have deleted that, shouldn't I? I guess the horse has already left the barn. Sorry about that. So... What did you talk about."

"Well, when she first arrived, she seemed to be more interested in fucking than talking," I told her. 

Sam looked at me. Her eyes lost focus, and she spoke softly. 

"Uh huh. You didn't...?" 

I switched to the seat next to her, quickly. Her eyes followed me, but she didn't turn her head. I took her hand, and could feel the tension in her body. 

"Samantha? No!... Of course not!" I replied. She exhaled, and relaxed. She looked at me and smiled weakly. 

"Sorry. Fresh wound. I should have known better," she said, looking guilty. "Forgive me?" 

"Nothing to forgive, baby," I patted her hand. "That's exactly why I never would, but it's also why I had to do what I did." 

"That's going to take some explaining. What did you do?" 

I took a deep breath, and started. 

"Well, she was coming on pretty strong. I was trying to stay away from her, but she was not going to take 'no' for an answer, and kept pursuing me." Sam giggled. 

"I'm sorry... I just have this picture of her chasing you around the apartment." The giggle grew louder, then she gained control. "She, uh, she's pretty headstrong, isn't she? Did she catch you?" 

"Yes. Yes she did. Cornered me in the kitchen. Started to unbutton her top. Also grabbed my crotch, before I could get her to listen to me. She even tried the crying routine."

Samantha sighed. 

"Where did I go wrong? She always was a child with a mind of her own. I'll talk to her," she apologized. 

"No need. We came to an understanding, but I couldn't just reject her without some kind of reason. I didn't want to hurt her, but I didn't want to lie to her either." 

Relatively speaking, Sam figured it out instantly. 

"You told her, didn't you?" she sighed, tilting her head back, and closing her eyes. 

"Yes."

"Oh boy," she breathed. 

"I swore her to secrecy. She promised not even to tell Cassie. Or you, for that matter. She's on our side. You should have heard what she said she would have done to Frank if she was you. I think we're still good."

"Yeah, you're right. I know it had to happen at some point, and at least Chloe can keep her mouth shut. Cassie can't know until the divorce is final, or I'm sure she'll blab. Not intentionally, of course, but she always had loose lips. I had just hoped it wouldn't come out yet," she smiled. "Should I explain it to her?" 

"Yeah, she asked if she could tell her sister, but I told her it was up to you, so it would be better if you told her," I replied. 

Sam leaned against my shoulder. Several minutes of silence followed. She finally turned to me and smiled again. 

"Any more surprises today?" she asked. 

"No Ma'am," I shook my head. 

"All righty then," she giggled, and rested her head back against me. 

***

From what Samantha told me, before we got down to the fun part of our nightly call, Chloe took the news that she was to remain muzzled as well as could be expected. She even agreed that her sister was a gossip, and promised to keep her silence. 

"You really surprised me this morning," Sam laughed. "I had no idea Chloe came hunting for you in person. Have you recovered?" 

"No permanent damage," I replied. "I admit I was a little surprised to see her at my door, as well. At least I got my exercise running away from her." 

"I can't get that picture out of my head," she snickered. "You, on the retreat, with Chloe stalking you like you were an antelope on the African plains! I guess it's lucky I caught you first. You might have preferred a younger model instead." 

"Nah, I prefer my women perfected by time, like fine wine. Anything else is just grape juice," I laughed in return. "Seriously, Sam... I love you, just the way you are. I wouldn't change a thing." 

"Alex, honey... I, uh... you always know just what to say to ease my mind. I love you too," she whispered. "Now, if I recall correctly... you started us off last night, didn't you?" 

"Um, yeah, I guess I did," I replied. 

"Alright. Then it's my turn," she growled. "I'm on my knees, in front of you, unzipping your pants. Your cock... Mmmmm, I just have to have it... to feel the velvety skin of the head, and the hard, hot shaft, as I suck it into my mouth."

"Oh god, Sam, yes, suck my cock," I breathed, stroking myself slowly. 

"Mmmmm, I can taste you. The sweat... the salty sweetness of your pre-cum, leaking out into my mouth... 

***

Friday arrived. Most people have the attitude 'thank god it's Friday' simply because they don't need to work on the weekend. It was a respite from the mundane rat race lives they lived. 

To me, T.G.I.F. had a much more personal meaning. Tonight, there would be no phone sex. Tonight, I would again feel my darling Samantha's body in my arms. I would again taste her lips, and smell her hair. For me, Christmas came every Friday, until it would finally be an everyday occurrence. That day couldn't come soon enough for me. 

This time, Sam was the one with the interesting news, and she had a smirk on her face as she sat beside me on our morning commute. 

"Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water," she giggled. "I had an interesting chat with Cassie this morning. She was asking if you were coming over again this weekend. You may have dealt with one, but the other is still after you." 

"Ack!" I gasped." What did you say?"

"I said you had a life of your own, and it wasn't fair to assume that you were available. I hoped that would be enough, but she had obviously thought this through."

"So, she had a rebuttal?" I asked 

"She reminded me that she and Chloe were only here for one more week, and that there was still plenty to do," Sam replied. "That's true, but I still think she has ulterior motives for wanting you to help."

"Yes, I've seen those motives in action," I laughed. 

"Then she said that having you around would be handy. More hands make light work... you never know when some muscle might be needed... that sort of thing. Mostly, she was trying to justify asking you to give up your weekend," she smiled. "I'd say she wants another shot at you." 

"I must say...your daughters are doing wonders for my ego!" I smiled. "Too bad Cassie doesn't know who she's really competing with. I'm sure she'd admit defeat, if she did."

"Talk about good for the ego!" she laughed, fanning herself for effect. "She's right about one thing though; I might just need your help... with something that only you can do, if you get my drift."

I smiled, and nodded, then lowered my voice. 

"Speaking of which..." 

"Oh yes... I'll be there," she whispered. "It's going to be a looooong day! If only we didn't need to be so careful. I'd meet you for a quickie in the bathroom at lunch!" 

Yes, if only... Come on lawyers! Get your shit together! Finalize the divorce, and free us to be together! 

***

Sam was right... It was a looooong day, made even looooonger by the aforementioned lunchtime quickie that we both knew wasn't going to happen, but that we both desperately wanted. 

The train home made it even worse. Sam sat across from me, smiling warmly, looking just so damn delicious in her light summer dress. The motion of the train seemed somehow more pronounced today, but maybe it was my sexually fired imagination. Whatever the reason, Samantha's big, beautiful breasts were making me crazy, jiggling and bouncing with the ride. Not enough to be obvious, but more than enough for my hyper-attentive eyes, which registered every ripple and twitch of her sumptuous flesh. 

Approaching Sam's stop, she stood quietly, and patted my shoulder as she passed. Her touch fanned the embers again, but I knew I had to wait until eight tonight, before the flames erupted completely. At least that was only about an hour and a half away. 

I found a TV show to distract myself with for a few minutes, and took a shower after that, resisting the urge to jerk off under the warm, relaxing spray. Freshly cleaned and dried, I dressed casually, and went to see what our dinner options might be. 

The knock on the door came earlier than I expected. Answering it quickly, I opened the door wide. My breath caught in my throat. 

Sam stood silent, holding her purse in both hands in front of her. Black, high-heeled, calf-high boots adorned her delicate feet. A trench coat covered her from mid calf upward, it's sky blue colour working perfectly with her eyes and platinum mane. She was smiling at me. 

"Hi, lover," she whispered, stepping in. "I'm sorry if my being early is a problem. I couldn't stay away any longer." 

I closed the door behind her, and realized I hadn't breathed recently. When I turned to face her, she was inches away, eagerly anticipating my kiss. I didn't make her wait. Our lips met softly, and we wrapped each other in an embrace that spoke to our feelings. When we finally separated, we remained in each other's arms. 

"I need to apologize to you," she said softly. "When you told me, earlier this week, about Chloe, and that she knew about us, I was a little concerned. As it turns out, it's been a bonus, being able to talk to someone about my feelings for you. We haven't had many chances, as Cassie keeps popping up when you least expect her, but Chloe and I have had a few quick conversations. She's on our side, as you said, and she's even running a little interference for us with her sister. And... " she smiled, stepping back with a little twirl, "...she helped me pick my outfit for tonight. I think you're going to like it."

Well, now that you mention it, I thought. Boots, check... trenchcoat, check... I wonder what's underneath? I don't see anything but skin through the neck of the coat. Is she naked under there? 

"Samantha... are you going to make me beg?" I asked. 

"Hmmm, that has a certain appeal," she giggled. "All that power could go to my head, though. I'd be willing to settle for you asking nicely." 

"Please, darling, love of my life... Queen of my heart... fairest of them all... take off your coat," I asked. "Show me." 

She extended her right leg, letting an expanse of stocking covered thigh part the folds of her coat. Smoky black, the stockings were actually more like fishnets, and went with the boots nicely. She teased me with the view for a moment, then tugged at the belt, beginning to loosen it enticingly. She turned away, hiding the flesh she revealed as she opened the front. She draped the coat off her shoulder, showing me nothing but skin, and a provocative smile. With both shoulders bare, she pulled the coat closed and turned back to face me. Again, only skin, and a little cleavage. With a final flourish, she opened her arms. 

Oh good lord! My mouth hung agape. 

Definitely not naked. What she was wearing was so much better than naked. 

It was a bustier, with matching thong and garters. Black, with a blue pattern of silk on the surface, it started at her navel, and ended with a strapless demi-cup, that almost covered her nipples. Almost. A deep V revealed her décolletage. Long garters went from the upper half, down under the waist of her thong, to hold up the stockings. As she turned to display her back, I saw how it was laced up, and of course, her fantastic ass, with only the string of floss between her cheeks. She tossed the coat aside, and faced me, giving the impression of a little girl, unsure of her new dress. 

"Do you like it? Does it make me look pretty?" she giggled. 

Pretty? Are you fucking kidding me? Pretty? Oh my god! My cock was doing its impersonation of a titanium spear. She was the hottest, sexiest, most unbelievably fuckable piece of femininity I had ever seen... and thanks to Frank's idiocy, she would soon be my own, personal MILF, for the rest of time! 

"Um, you said Chloe helped?" I croaked, trying to keep from stepping on my tongue. 

"Yes. I suppose 'helped' is an understatement," Sam smiled. "She bought it for me. I think she's got great taste."

I had a brief mental picture of Chloe's body in the outfit. Sam's big tits were spilling out the top, so it's possible... maybe likely... Chloe bought it for herself, and gave it to her mother after she realized she wouldn't be wearing it for me. Either way, Sam looked spectacular, and she was going to get fucked so hard tonight. 

"Tell her I said thank you," I laughed, as I scooped Sam up, and headed toward the bedroom. "And, since she'll be gone in a week, you can tell her what she's missing, too. Why should she have all the flirting fun?"

"Ooooo, that's cruel!" Sam chuckled. "Fair, but cruel!" 

***

In the bedroom, I laid her softly on the bed. The only thing wrong with the outfit was the thong, blocking my access to her delicious pussy. I solved that problem by tugging the small triangle of fabric off over her hips, and tossing it across the room. 

"There's the kitty," I whispered, and took my place between her stockinged thighs. I peeked up her body, through the valley of cleavage on her chest, and saw her beautiful eyes smiling back at me. 

"I can't believe I almost stopped you, the first time you went down on me. Fucking Frank! Depriving me of decades of getting my pussy licked!" 

"Well, I can't speak for his motivation, but I'm never going to stop. You're just so fucking delicious!" I smiled. Talk was getting in the way of what I wanted to do. 

I started by reaching for her newest favourite target with the tip of my tongue. She sensed my goal, and lifted her legs higher, grasping behind her knees. She pulled them to her chest, making it easier for me to target both entrances. 

I aimed for her tight little sphincter, and pressed my wet tongue against it. Sam groaned, and shifted her hands, spreading her cheeks for me so I could get at her ass without restrictions. Her puckered rear entrance flexed and danced under my tongue, indicating her enjoyment quite nicely. Sam didn't mind telling me about it either, just in case there was any confusion. 

"Mmmmm yes, you bad boy. Lick my ass! I had no idea it would feel so wonderful! It's incredible!" she gasped. 

After a few minutes of this action, her butt hole was sufficiently lubricated, and I shifted my attention to her visually exotic and aromatically enticing pussy. My fingertip took over for my tongue, teasing her little rosebud and insinuating itself inside the tight ring gently. While my digit was digging in, my tongue was circling her clit, causing more sounds of joy from Sam. 

Soon, I had one finger slowly probing, in and out of her asshole, going as deep as the second knuckle, and my tongue lapping along her labia. She was getting wetter, and wetter, and her breathing was becoming a bit ragged. Pleasure was overwhelming her, and her dialogue had broken down into guttural, animal moans and groans. I went back to attack her clit once more. 

It was as though I touched a live wire to her, and she went off like a firecracker. She still had her legs up, so arching her back as she normally would was off the list of physical demonstrations, but she had a new one for me. She rounded her back, and rolled back and forth like a rocking horse, all while screeching at the top of her lungs and gushing honey from her delicious depths. My finger was buried in her back door, and I was slurping up her chick slick eagerly. Still wailing like an air raid siren, she grabbed my hand in desperation, and tore the intruder out of her clutching sphincter. 

Her body wilted, draping her thighs over my shoulders. I looked up her body as she gasped for air, watching her belly and chest heaving with each tortured breath. I waited patiently, licking her juicy snatch with long, comforting strokes. She moaned softly, and ruffled my hair. 

"Baby," she breathed quietly, her voice hoarse from screaming, "that was the most incredible thing I've ever felt. My ass is still tingling. You know, someday you'll have to fuck me properly in the butt. I'm afraid it will hurt though."

"Well, whenever you think you're ready, I volunteer for the dangerous mission," I saluted. 

"I'll begin training," she laughed. "Until then, there's another entrance that could use some hard cock, and it's quite ready for action."

I watched her long, stocking clad legs spread gracefully. Her right hand reached down, and three fingers dipped easily into her dripping folds, before withdrawing, and spreading her labia. Her bright pink interior peeked out, presenting a fresh target. 

I knelt in position, aiming at her pussy, and looking into her eyes. I pressed into her dampness, as her eyes fluttered in bliss. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessss, honey... all the way to the bottom!" she groaned, wrapping me in an embrace of arms and legs. "Do it baby! Just fuck me! Fuck me hard!"




On The Train Ch. 03



I looked into her eyes, burning with lust. Her lips were drawn into a sexy snarl. She was one sexual woman, and wasn't shy about asking for what she wanted. As if I didn't have enough reason to question Frank's intelligence, I found myself once again wondering what her was thinking when he cheated on Samantha. I had been there in the office, and knew at least one of his trollops. Corrine was pretty, but she was a stick in the mud compared to Sam's luxurious curves. I found it hard to believe she was better in bed than Sam. I'm not sure anyone could be. My opinion might have been biased by my feelings, though. 

I hooked my arms under her legs, splaying her wider, and started to thrust into her. I began at a firm but sustainable pace, wanting this to be a long, languid session, building to a mind numbing climax. 

Sam's boobs were bouncing nicely, having escaped the small amount of containment the demi-cups offered. I was still looking into her eyes, reading the emotions on her face. Her mouth was agape, a wide sexy smile quite evident. Her eyes fluttered, and her panting breath became a moan, telling me she was close again. 

I kicked it up a bit, drilling her harder, and she came quickly, grunting and blushing deep red. With her orgasm achieved, I eased up a little, and kept stroking deep into her sopping wet cunt. 

I watched as she recovered, a grateful smirk on her lips. Her hand touched my chest softly. 

"Let me ride you for a while," she smiled. "Please, I want to fuck you as beautifully as you've been fucking me."

I nodded, and pulled out, watching her eyes as she gazed at my hard cock. It was soaked with her fragrant lubricant from the balls to the tip. I laid on my back and let her take control. She gave my cock a quick suck, moaning at her own deliciousness, then squatted and impaled herself on it. 

"Mmmmm, back where it belongs," she moaned, as she settled in my lap. She rocked, side to side, getting comfortable, and hung her beautiful tits in my face. "These, too. Suck my nipples, darling. You know how I love that." 

Oh yes, I know how you love it, and you know I love nibbling those thick, stiff buds. I'll take care of your perfect puppies, honey. You just ride the horse. 

While she established her own rhythm of strokes with her hips, I took two handfuls of her magnificent breasts, and latched on to her left nipple. Tweaking the right one, I sucked and bit the left gently, to her obvious enjoyment. I swapped tits every thirty seconds or so, and she soon began to bounce more energetically. She leaned back, pulling away from my lips, but not beyond the reach of my hands, and I continued to fondle her globes firmly while she cut loose. 

"Fuck! Such a nice, big cock!" she gasped, spearing herself frantically. I laid back, and watched the spectacle of her hair and big jugs flying wildly. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuckohfuckohfuck... Ngahhhhhhnn! YESSSS!" she screeched, cumming again. She sat high, head thrown back, mouth wide open in a muted, gurgle. She held my hands for support, in a grip that was stronger than I expected. At last, her grasp on both my hands and my cock relaxed, and she braced herself off my chest, easing forward to rest against me.

We laid quietly, while I stroked her hair, and listened to her catching her breath. Moments later, she sat up wearily, and lifted off me. She took a position on her hands and knees, the dropped her chest to the surface of the bed, butt high in the air. Her intent was pretty clear, but she voiced it anyway. 

"Arf, arf, sweetie," she giggled. "My pussy wants a load of your hot, thick cum inside it."

I had always liked it doggy style, and didn't need to be asked twice, scrambling into place behind her. I slipped my dick back inside her warm sheath, and grasped her hips. The garters that held up her stockings framed her curvaceous backside perfectly, adding to the fire I felt watching my shaft split her pussy wide open. 

There's really no way to fuck gently in this position, is there? Just as well she wanted it hard then. 

I pounded her cunt, slamming my hips into her firm yet cushioning rump with each furious stroke. Sam yelped and moaned, begging for more, a request I was happy to grant. I was beginning to feel that familiar tingle, and knew I would soon be flooding her womb with spunk. She sensed it, too, pushing back against my crushing thrusts. Loud slaps echoed through the apartment, and I grunted through the last few desperate stabs into her soaked vagina. 

I felt her pussy twitch, as her orgasm preceded mine by mere seconds. Over and over I felt the ecstasy of cum surging out through my cock, spilling deep inside her. We both groaned in unison at the delightful sensations we were giving each other, and collapsed in a sweaty pile on the bed. 

Silence filled the room. Only our ragged breathing marred the stillness. 

As I lifted off her, pulling my softening penis out with a wet 'pop', I patted her ass. 

"Don't forget to tell Chloe I enjoyed her choice of lingerie," I laughed. 

"I'll do that," Sam giggled, "and I'll tell her I enjoyed it as well. That'll teach her to come after my man!" 

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