On The Train
Young man and mature woman connect on daily commute.
Do you travel to work each day on mass transit?

If you do, then I'm sure you understand this story.

I hope you enjoy this read, and look forward to hearing from you when you're done.

Thanks.

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Living in the 'burbs was just fine with me. I know, most guys my age...twenty three...would rather be where the action and the girls were, but I enjoyed the fresher air, trees and grass. Even the squirrels and raccoons were entertaining. I had a nice apartment / suite in the basement of a nice... hell, very nice... house, on a quiet street, in a quiet neighbourhood. It was... quiet. I like quiet.

If there was a disadvantage to my semi-rural address, it was that I worked in the city, in one of those god awful, skyscraping monstrosities of glass and steel. There, it was anything but quiet, but that made the contrast of my home location all the more peaceful.

Getting to work could have been a nightmare, but fortunately, the area had access to the commuter train network servicing the city, with a station a mere five minute drive from my home. That kind of commute I could handle; five minutes of nonexistent traffic, then sit comfortably for ninety minutes, while someone else drove. Even better, the schedule was very consistent, getting me there with a fifteen minute cushion, everyday.

Since all of the people on the train with me were from a similar situation, that being a suburban one, everyone was pretty calm, and relaxed. Friendly, too.

Which brings me to the point of all this rambling. The friendly bit.

I first noticed 'her' on a Monday. It was a rainy day, so rather than looking out the window, I actually watched the passengers getting on, at the stop after mine. Raincoats and umbrellas were everywhere, as were weather induced frowns. Still, she stood out.

Tall, partly because of the sexy stilettos on her pretty feet, I first noticed her because she was alone, and smiling, despite the damp skies. She sat across the aisle from me, one seat down, facing my direction. She was dressed nicely, if conservatively, in a monotone of greys and blacks, which contrasted nicely against her long, striking blonde hair. She projected confidence, crossing her legs while she thumbed her phone, and it was the crossing of her legs that truly got my attention.

You know how some guys are 'ass men', and others like other parts of a woman's body? I wasn't like that. I like my women the way I like my music, which would be to say 'varied'. My tastes follow one rule, that there are no rules. I like what I like, and I know it when I see it. Right now, I liked that leg.

Smooth, shapely, and apparently well muscled, her left calf had my focus. She was dangling her shoe off her toes, while she read the screen of her phone. She was oblivious to my observing gaze, but I kept a low profile anyway, trying not to stare.

Every time she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs, the motion in the corner of my view made me shift my eyes from the reinstated landscape passing out the window, to her very attractive legs. I took a better look at her.

She had loosened the belt on her raincoat, which made it hide her body in its ambiguous folds, so I couldn't get a more detailed impression of her, other than her height. I would have put her in her mid thirties, and she was quite pretty, with blue eyes.

The train slowed, and she looked up, then tucked her phone away and stood, anticipating the end of her journey. It was my stop too, but she was way ahead of me, and I lost her in the crowd before I cleared the station.

Oh well. Off to work. The distraction was nice while it lasted.

***

Days passed, and she was conspicuous in her absence. Well, to me anyway. I had been eager to board the train Tuesday, hoping to get a better look at her, but at her stop, she didn't show up.

I admit it never occurred to me to look elsewhere on the train. I was a creature of habit, and always went to the same car, and sat in the same group of seats, if not the exact same one. I guess I assumed she was the same, as it appeared to apply to nearly everyone in the car, most of whom I knew by sight. Not by name, mind you. The conversations never got quite that deep.

Anyway, since it had been several days since that first time, I had mentally written her off as a pleasant memory, and was reading a book on my tablet. The train stopped, people got on, and it started up again.

"Excuse me," a voice said, "are these seats taken?"

I glanced up... It was her!

"Um, no," I replied, "Please, help yourself."

"Thank you," she smiled, and slipped into the seat across from me.

Outwardly, I went back to reading my book, but inside, I was trying to focus on my peripheral vision. I shifted in my seat, angling the tablet to put the corner of it in her direction. I could now simply change my focus, and steal glances at her.

She was looking out the window, watching the countryside go by on this, a much more pleasant, sunny day. From this range, I was easily able to evaluate her better, and let me tell you...the view was delicious. She wasn't merely pretty ; she was stunning, and her eyes weren't really blue, tending more toward green. Her neck, long and slender, had an elegance that fit her. Despite the sunshine, it was still spring, and her raincoat remained in place, although fastened loosely. Then there were her legs, of course, crossed and looking so perfectly formed as to be those of a dancer.

I spent the balance of the trip pretending to read, for the most part, while spying on her. The sun shone on her blonde, near platinum mane, and her eyes sparkled. Finally, the train began to brake, and she gathered herself to depart, but this time, I stayed close enough to see which way she went when we reached the street. It was idle curiosity, not stalking, and I turned toward my own office.

***

Somehow, it never occurred to me that I might see her on the homeward leg of my commute, but that's what happened that day. She was on the train already when I boarded, sitting in the same seat as in the morning, with 'my' seat still vacant.

"May I?" I laughed, as it was my turn to ask permission. She smiled, and gestured to the chair.

"Of course," she said. "Twice in the same day...we simply must stop meeting like this. People will talk," she laughed softly.

"Heaven forbid," I snickered, taking my seat. I took out my tablet, planning another trip of pretend reading.

"Isn't technology wonderful?" she smiled.

"I'm sorry?" I replied, not following her point.

"The tablet. I saw you reading this morning. Remember when reading a book meant carrying a big, heavy pile of paper?"

"Oh. Yeah," I laughed. "No matter how many books I load, it never gets any heavier."

"Android or Apple?" she asked, leaning forward a bit to see.

"Android," I answered. "Never really cared for the iPad, or iPhone, for that matter."

"I agree," she smiled. "I do the same with my phone...reading books, I mean." She turned the screen to show me a text page. "Reading anything good?"

That started a cheerful conversation, about books, technology, and the like. The fact that we were talking was fine with me. When you talk to someone, you generally look at them, and she was very easy on the eyes. Her stunning perfection was marred only by a few tiny lines, caused by her frequent smile. It was the most enjoyable commute I'd ever had, but came to an end when we reached her stop.

"Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?" she smiled as she stood.

"I look forward to it," I replied. Oh boy, do I ever.

***

I virtually sprinted onto the train the next morning, as though that would speed up the train, and 'her' arrival. I didn't even know her name. Maybe I'd fix that today.

As the train rolled into the station where she would be boarding, I scanned out the window, looking at the crowd of heads, hoping to see a flash of blonde shining in the sun. I was unsuccessful. It was disheartening. As the train started to pull away, I continued to stare out the window, and finally sensed a presence beside me.

"Hi!" she chirped, taking the seat across from me again. "Good morning!"

"Morning!" I replied. "For a minute there, I thought I'd be lonely today."

"No, just came in from the other door," she smiled. "Besides, it's much more fun to have someone pleasant to talk to."

Mmmmm. Someone pleasant to talk to. I was happy with that designation. For now at least. Still, names might make it easier. 'Hey you...blondie, with the great legs'...only works once. Maybe twice.

I looked up from my musings, and she was taking off her coat, folding it neatly across her lap.

Whoa! Curse the raincoat! It had kept me from appreciating those.

Okay, I was now officially fully attentive. Despite her quite conservative office attire, she was definitely packing a pair that had somehow escaped my notice. I held out my hand.

"I'm Alex, by the way," I smiled.

"Sam" she giggled, taking my hand and returning the smile. I frowned.

"No. Sam is a butcher. Sam is a grizzled war veteran. I can't call an exquisitely beautiful woman 'Sam'," I said. It was a bit over the top, and not really intended as a flirt, but true.

Her mouth was hanging open, and she blushed.

"Why, um, thank you," she demurred. "You can call me Samantha, then. No one has called me beautiful in years."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Been hanging around a lot of blind people, have you?" I laughed.

"No, but maybe my husband has selective blindness," she replied. Her eyes sparkled at the compliments, and she looked at me for a long few seconds.

Our conversation the rest of the way was unremarkable, but she was right. Having someone pleasant to talk to really did pass the time better. Especially someone pleasant to look at.

***

For the next few days, things remained largely the same, with one exception. A bit more mild flirtation was mixed in, and she seemed to be leading things in that direction.

It was the next week that saw the biggest change. Some might put it down to warmer weather, but I had a feeling that her temperature was causing the wardrobe change. At least I hoped so, but either way, Samantha, who already had my imagination running wild with her subtle teasing, was dressed to provoke a reaction. She got it. I had to keep my travel bag on my lap to hide it.

A minty green colour, her dress was light, airy, and flowed softly when she walked onto the train. It fit her upper half like a second skin, and showed more cleavage than I'd seen her display before. Not a blatant, 'come and get some' amount, but certainly a delicious taste of what lay beneath. The skirt ended just above the knee, and when she crossed her legs as usual, a tantalizing bit of smooth thigh peeked out. I was stunned.

"Good morning, Alex," she sang happily.

"Wow, Samantha...that's some dress!" I smiled. "I mean, good morning to you too."

"You like it?" she cast her bait.

Hell yes, I thought.

"I know it's a bit much for work, but it's such a lovely day out, I couldn't resist," she laughed, holding my gaze. "It's not too, revealing, is it?"

Oh fuck...how do I answer that with a straight face. Besides, what good is my opinion now? The train has literally left the station.

"Um, no," I mumbled.

"I don't mind attracting a little attention," she smiled, heading down flirtation lane again. "Makes me feel like a woman."

"Oh, you definitely are that," I replied, trying not to stare. She was married, after all. Probably best not to get an appetite for a buffet that's closed.

She was a fun commute companion, with a wicked, dry sense of humour that often lead toward a subtle flirt or ribald observation. Like I said, I tried not to stare, but she was just so dammed attractive, with those greenish eyes, platinum waves, and very kissable lips, not to mention the delights below the neck. She didn't seem to mind my gaze on her, at any rate.

With the train approaching our stop downtown, we both gathered our stuff and walked back to the door. Every since we started talking, we had walked the three blocks of our mutual route together, until location of work forced us to part. We continued to talk as the train slowed, and she was adjusting her purse strap, when it stopped with a lurch she wasn't prepared for.

She stumbled, doing a full body plant against my chest. I caught her, my arm wrapping around her waist. She still had those big, soft breasts crushed into me as she recovered, looking into my eyes. I held her, relishing the feel of her body in my grasp, regardless of the cause.

"I'm fine, thanks," she giggled, as the doors opened, and people started flowing around us like we were rocks in a stream. "You can let me go now."

But, what if I don't want to? I thought. I kind of like this.

Reluctantly, I released her, and we fell in with traffic. She kept casting these little sideways glances at me, with a little grin on her face. Maybe she enjoyed it too. Finally we arrived at the point of divergence.

"See you tonight?" she smiled, and I nodded. "Okay, have a good day." Off she went, and I looked back once to watch her ass sway under the light dress. She was looking back, too, and smiled, waving her fingertips.

I was near useless at work that day, reliving the sensation of her body against mine. My imagination wasn't helping any. Every time I pictured her in that dress, it seemed to get smaller, shorter and tighter, until my mental picture had her boobs bulging out deliciously, and the skirt barely covered her ass.

She beat me onto the train, and was sitting in 'our' section when I boarded. I was happy to see that her dress hadn't shrunk, the way it did in my head. Maybe a little disappointed, too. Another thing that hadn't shrunk was her smile. Still as big and bright as ever.

I took my seat as usual, and she told me about her day. In one of our conversations, she had told me that her husband wasn't a very good listener, so she often found herself internalizing the events of the day, instead of letting them go. She was a little sad when she told me that, but very grateful when I offered to be her sounding board on the trip home.

"I turned a lot of heads today," she giggled, shaking her shoulders teasingly. Her boobs swayed with the motion, and my eyes couldn't help falling to follow them. "It was fun. Every guy in the office was especially friendly. A few of the girls, too," she smiled. "I may have identified a few with lesbian leanings. I didn't think it was that sexy," she gestured to the dress, which was showing me a bit more thigh, right now.

"Hmmm, it's cute," I smiled, "but the sexy comes from inside. You feel good dressed that way, so that side of you comes out. You like being wanted. Most women do." I may have said too much, but she smiled back.

"Thank you for the compliment," she said softly, and seemed to be deep in thought for a while. I left her alone, but when her stop arrived, she stood and went to the door. Just before she stepped off, she turned her head, smiled, and nodded.

Until tomorrow, I thought.

***

Days turned into weeks, and we were becoming very good friends. I became part girlfriend, part therapist, and she told me things about her life that she probably shouldn't have. Things that made me sad. Things that made me angry. Things that made me, well...horny.

She sprinkled some more interesting items into her wardrobe, careful not to show too much, or too often, but with her smile, beauty and curves, a burlap sack would be sexy. I was beginning to question her motivation for dressing the way she was. Some of it seemed to be directed solely at me.

One day, she boarded wearing a royal blue dress and calf high boots, with spike heels. The dress buttoned all the way up the front, from just below the knees, to her neck. It was tailored to fit her like a glove. At the bottom, she had a few undone, to make it easier to walk. At the top, a few left unbuttoned showed a touch of cleavage.

She was quieter than usual, and I finally had to ask if she was okay.

"Yeah, sorry, Alex. Just have a lot on my mind today." She spun around and took the seat next to me. "You don't mind, do you?" I shook my head. She rested against my shoulder. "I wish I had more people like you in my life," she sighed. "I'd be a lot happier."

When we walked from the train to her office, she was still very quiet.

"I'll be waiting for you here, this afternoon...if that's alright?" she asked, touching me on the shoulder.

"Of course, Samantha," I replied. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Ask me again later, okay?" she smiled. "Have a good day at work."

I was concerned about her. She didn't seem herself, but I had a very busy day at my office, and she was forced from my mind for a time.

***

"Hi Alex!" she giggled as I walked up to her on the sidewalk that afternoon. "How was your day?"

"I thought that was my line?" I said, surprised. She seemed happier now.

"Oh, my day was fine," she smiled, "and now that you're here, it's looking better. Shall we?" She offered her arm.

This was new, but I hooked arms with her and off we went. I couldn't help noticing that a few more buttons at either end of the string were unfastened, and I could clearly see much deeper into her cleavage. Walking in those spiked heels gave her a nice bit of jiggle, drawing my eyes even more.

When we boarded the train, and she took her seat, I noticed how far up she was undone. Walking or standing didn't really show much, but as she crossed her legs, half her thigh came into view. I glanced down, then up, and she was watching me. She smiled wider, taking the seat next to me again.

"I'm sorry Samantha," I began, "I didn't mean to..."

"Don't apologize, Alex," she interrupted. "I wore it for you. I've noticed the way you look at me...my legs...my breasts...and I like it," she whispered, leaning closer. "I've made a decision."

Oh my, I thought. If she's saying what I think she's saying, I'm gonna freak out.

"How old do you think I am, Alex?" she asked, looking at me with those green, soul searching orbs.

Oh fuck. What kind of a question is that to ask a guy to answer? Answer too high, and you insult her. Too low, and it comes off as cheap flattery. Frigging landmine. That's what it is. Oh, what the fuck.

"I would guess, oh...thirty five?" I ventured.

"You're so sweet, but no..." she smiled, "...I'm forty seven. I've been married for twenty eight years, to the same man, who hasn't looked at me that way for at least a decade. I was beginning to think I'd never feel that tingle...of being desired...ever again. Until I met you."

That buffet I was avoiding? Apparently just opened up again.

I looked around. Everyone was in their own little world...reading, listening to music, blabbing aimlessly. No one was paying us any attention.

"Alex..."she breathed, licking her lips,"...I'm going to get up, and walk to the bathroom over there. I'm going to step inside, and I'd like it very much if you'd join me in about two minutes. Knock twice. If I don't hear from you within five minutes, I think it would be best if I didn't see you anymore. I've kind of played all my cards at once, and if you're not interested, maybe you should tell me now, before I embarrass myself further."

Are you kidding me? Two minutes will be an eternity.

"Knock twice, you say?" I asked.

She smiled, and stood up, trying to walk like someone who needed to go pee, not like someone who wanted to get laid. The restroom door was around the corner, in a little alcove, and she disappeared from view.

I glanced at my watch, counting the seconds. Fuck! Is one minute close enough?
I followed, as inconspicuously as possible. Rounding the corner, I knocked twice, and the door opened. Samantha backed away as I joined her, and closed the door behind me.

The first thing you need to know is that train restrooms are bigger than their airline counterparts. Space is not such an issue, so having both of us in there wasn't even a squeeze.

"You know," she giggled, "I never really made it past asking you in here in my head. I don't know what to do next."

"Well, then let me," I smiled, stepping closer. She stepped away nervously, pressing her back against the wall. I looked into her eyes. "If you want me to stop, just say so," I breathed.

I touched her chin. In her heels, I hardly had to turn her face up to access her lips, and touched mine to hers with a feathery pressure. Any hesitation I felt from her was swept away in seconds, and her mouth opened to admit my tongue to play. Her arms eased up around my shoulders, then, higher, wrapping around my neck to continue the kiss, which was getting hotter by the second.

I had my hands at her waist, and slid one up to cup her breast gently. She moaned quietly, and brought one hand down, sliding it between us. She unbuttoned further, from the top down, until her dress was wide open, allowing my hands inside.

"Oh jesus, Alex...this is so wrong! It's been twenty eight years since anyone but my husband touched me like this," she gasped, as I fondled her softly and kissed her neck.

"Are you asking me to stop?" I asked, pausing for a second.

"God no!" she giggled. "I want this. I need this. I want you to take me, and use me for your pleasure. Make me feel like a beautiful woman again."

"Samantha...you are, and always have been a very, very beautiful woman," I whispered, kissing her again. "Your husband just can't see you for what you are anymore. He's lost his objectivity."

"Really? He seems to see it in his secretary," she snarled.

"Okay, maybe he's just an ass hole," I laughed, and she joined in.

She pushed me back, and sauntered the few steps across the room, removing her dress as she did. She hung it on the hook on the wall. Now wearing only her bra and very brief panties...and high heeled boots...she swung her hips provocatively on her return.

"I know what I want to do now," she smiled, looking down at the bulge her presence had caused. "That looks big. Mind if I peek?" she asked.

"By all means," I grinned, as she squatted in front of me. Her hands ran up my thighs, and caressed the hardness between them.

"Ooooo, it is big!" she giggled, unfastening my belt. Within seconds, she was peeling my pants down, followed quickly by my jockeys. "Oh good lord! It's huge!" she groaned, grasping it with both hands. "You're going to tear me apart."

"Are you asking me to stop?" I repeated. She answered by swallowing the head of my cock, and shaking her head emphatically. She was only able to gobble about half my dick, but didn't waste the rest, giving it a nice firm stroke with her hands. She had me like steel in seconds. Withdrawing slowly, she teased me with her tongue.

"I'd really like to taste your yummy man juice, but right now, I need you to put it somewhere else," she smiled, rising again to full height. "Will you take a raincheck for the blowjob?"

"Certainly," I replied, as she stepped in front of the sink. She wagged her ass at me.

"Good. Please...stick that monster up my poor neglected pussy. I've been daydreaming about it for weeks, and I'm dripping wet. Fuck me, Alex. Please?"

I stepped out of my pants and moved behind her. She leaned forward and gripped the sink with both hands.

My god, I thought as I placed my hand on her firm ass. I was finally able to appreciate her body fully, and it was fantastic. Her husband must have been an idiot to let her think she wasn't the most desirable piece of ass on the planet.

Her legs...the attribute that first got my attention...were long, sinuous, sculptures of virtual perfection. I like a bit of meat on the bone, and she had just the right amount, with thighs and calves that flowed in gentle curves of muscle. Under my hand, I felt the firm fullness of her buns, and caressed the rounded shape softly, from its gentle swell at the top of her thighs, to the taper of her narrow, flat midsection. She moaned quietly as I touched her warm skin.

"Samantha, you're incredible. I've never seen such walking perfection," I whispered. "You are so beautiful." A blush spread across her face, and she thanked me. I gently, eased her panties over her hips, sliding them down her legs, until they fell around her ankles, and she stepped out, taking a new wider stance.

My right hand dipped between her legs from behind, finding a smooth gash, totally awash in hot, slippery juices. The moan she uttered this time was louder, and more direct. So were her words.

"Alex...please, god, I need your cock! Give it to me, I'm begging you! Fuck my pussy!"

"Last chance to say 'no'," I smiled, rubbing the head of my hard, erect pole across her ass and nestling it between her soaked lips. She looked up at me in the mirror, and pushed back with her hips, engulfing nearly half of my shaft. I took that as a 'yes', and buried it balls deep inside her.

"Holy shit!" she hissed, drooping her head, then looking up at me again. Our eyes connected in the mirror, and she smiled. "My husband has never touched me that deeply before. I feel like a virgin again. God, you're big!"

I filed the compliment away, and eased out about halfway, looking down at her thick labia, which clung to my shiny, well coated shaft, reluctant to let it go. Grasping her hips with both hands, I slammed back in. She grunted, and I saw her big breasts swing in the reflection, still cradled by her bra. They hung like ripe cantaloupes. I watched them jiggle and sway with each stroke, then reached up and eased the straps off her shoulders, pulling the garment down her torso, and freeing her globes. That's better, I thought, and fucked her with more fury.

Samantha was grunting and groaning in time with my rhythm, while a gently muted 'slap, slap, slap' filled the small room. Her eyes blazed at mine in the mirror, and her mouth opened wider, upper lip twisting into a snarl of joy as her first orgasm washed over her.

"Oh, oh, oh...oh fuck, yes!" she hissed, leaning forward on her arms while her legs quivered. I held her hips firmly, but her legs buckled, unable to stand through the pleasure. "Shit...I haven't cum like that in years."

"Come here," I smiled, taking a seat on the toilet, my slick penis pointing skyward. "Straddle me. Let me at those nipples."

"Oh, you are a man after my own heart," she giggled, stepping unsteadily over and impaling herself. "Uhhhn! There...here you go, baby," she smiled, holding her full breasts up for me to gorge on. Her areolas were a couple of inches across, tightly crinkled and engorged, surrounding spires as thick and tall as my fingertip. "I hope you enjoy suckling them as much as I will enjoy having them sucked."

I can pretty much guarantee that, I thought, encircling her left nub gently and drawing it deep into my mouth. She sighed, and I felt her pussy clench around my dick, while she ground her pelvis against me.

"I used to have orgasms all the time when I was breastfeeding my daughters," she said quietly, stroking the back of my head softly. "My husband knows how much I love it, but he just doesn't seem to care, anymore." There was a sadness in her voice that didn't belong here, while we were together.

"Samantha, honey...don't do that to yourself, not now. This is for you...for us...and he's not here, so the only one feeling any pain is you, when you should be feeling pleasure," I said, kissing her nipple softly. "I'm here, and I care." I looked up into her eyes, and they were moist.

The kiss that followed was ecstasy incarnate. I had never felt such passion, and coming from a woman who was old enough to easily be my mother, it felt strange, and strangely arousing. Our tongues duelled playfully, and she started to rise and fall on my cock.

"Fuck, Alex," she breathed, her voice quavering with excitement, "I'm going to cum again. Help me, baby. I'm so close...please suck my nipples." I latched on, and sucked hard. "Oh baby, that's it, suck them, bite them, just don't stop. I'm cumming!" Her head snapped back, and she squeaked a restrained howl of glee, while I kept nipping and gnawing on her sensitive tips. The orgasm continued, drawing out for nearly a minute, before she tapped the back of my head. "Oh god, no more! Stop! I can't breathe!"

Samantha leaned limply against me, gasping for air, while I supported her body. I felt her pussy juices dripping off my balls, puddling on the seat. We rested for a minute or two, before she rose wearily off my lap. Streaks of her honey adorned her thighs.

"We'd better get out of here soon, so how do you want to cum, honey?" she asked, looking a little wobbly. "How about from behind again?" she suggested, taking the spot by the sink. "Just fuck the shit out of me, and fill my cunt with your hot cum." She widened her stance for stability, and prepared for the onslaught.

She was right, though. It was only a matter of time until someone else had to use the restroom, so maybe expediency was wise. I stepped into position and speared her again.

"Mmmmm hmmm," she moaned. "That's it. Give it to me hard." I reached forward, and took a handful of her lustrous mane. "Oh my god, yes!"

Long, deep strokes followed, at a rapid pace, slamming into the cushioning curves of her ass each time. She was mewling quietly, while I was feeling that pressure building steadily. Her pussy was a velvet vise, gripping my length in a delicious embrace, bringing me closer to the edge every second.

"Getting close, baby," I growled, leaning closer to her ear. "I'm going to fill you up."

"Yes! Do it!" she hissed. "I want to feel it!"

Seconds later, I exploded, gushing a geyser of spunk into her receptive cunt, while she groaned and twitched in my grasp. I rested with my hands on the edge of the sink beside hers, and she hooked fingers with me.

"That was...whew...incredible!" she gasped, wriggling her rump back against me.

"Samantha, my dear, you are a master of understatement," I wheezed, recovering slowly. "That was the best, ever...and you are the sexiest woman I've ever met."

She turned, dislodging my wilted noodle from her pussy, and unleashing a stream of my semen that landed with an audible 'splat' on the hard floor. Her arms swept up, around my neck, and she kissed me with a renewed passion.

"Oh, if I were only twenty five years younger...the fun we could have?" she smiled.

"We still can, you know?" I replied. "If your husband isn't taking care of your needs, I'd be happy to fill in."

"I'm sure you would," she giggled, caressing my face, "and you 'fill in' very nicely! I'll be feeling it for a week!" Her expression darkened slightly. "I'd like to continue, but...I'll need to think about it for a while. Being unfaithful is not something I'm accustomed to, even if it come easily to my husband. Do you understand?"

"Of course, Samantha. I'm not putting any pressure on you. I just wanted you to know how I felt," I added. She nodded, smiled and kissed me again.

"Okay, baby...you get dressed and get out of here," she laughed, patting my butt gently. "I need to clean up myself, and I should try to mop up our mess," she gestured to the puddle on the floor, "then I'll see you out there. Would you mind getting me a bottle of water from the machine? My throat is a little raw."

"You got it, Samantha," I smiled finishing up my dressing. She had much more to do...and many more buttons to do...than I did. A parting kiss, and I opened the door cautiously. No one in sight.

I had to go three cars down to find a working vending machine, but I was able to get two bottles of water and a Snickers bar, before heading back to our seats. Samantha was seated already, her back to me. I rested the cool bottle against the side of her neck from behind. She only flinched a little, and took it from my hand with a smile.

"Thank you, Alex," she said evenly, trying not to smirk too much. Her thumbs were busy on her phone, and seconds later, my phone buzzed.

I cleaned up, but the next person in there is going to know someone's been getting busy. Smells like a brothel. I like it. she sent.

You're a naughty girl. Would you like a bite of my Snickers? I replied, less than three feet away.

Yes please. Sex makes me hungry, and not just for more. she typed. We were like teenage girls, texting each other from close range. I handed her the candy bar, and she took a big bite, then returned it. She was typing again.

Despite my attempts to be a good and understanding wife, I think we're going to be seeing a lot of each other, if that's okay with you. I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed the intimate contact of sex, but now that you've 'reminded' me, I don't think I can do without it. I'm not promising anything, but if you'll let me work through it, I think we can have a wonderful relationship. Okay?

I read her message. Somehow, no words could convey my feelings on the matter, and certainly not in text form. I closed my phone and put it away, looking intently at her, waiting for her to look up. When she saw me pocket my phone, she peeked.

I looked straight into her cool, green eyes, willing her to see the response in mine that I wanted to express, but couldn't in public. If we were still alone, my lips would be on hers, my hands roaming her body, explaining my feelings about her. Alas, a look was all we had right now, and as we pulled into her stop, she nodded, and stood with a soft smile. I watched her step off the train, and just after we began to move, my phone rang. I answered.

"Thank you, Alex, for understanding, and for a wonderful afternoon," Samantha breathed. "Your warm cum is dripping out of me, and I think I'm going to go home and masturbate, thinking about you. I'll see you tomorrow, honey." She hung up, and I sighed.

I'll see you tonight, in my dreams, I thought. Suddenly, masturbation was probably going to be my first task when I got home, too.

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The next couple of days were torture. We still sat and chatted like usual, but there was no mention of a repeat performance in the restroom. I suppose we had pressed our luck far enough anyway, but damn...she was so close, and so, so attractive...my imagination couldn't help replaying the movie in my memory. I wanted her. Bad.

She was teetering on the precipice between giving in to her baser desires and feeling guilty about our interlude. All I could do is wait. I told her I wouldn't pressure her, so I stayed away from the subject completely.

It was Friday afternoon, and we said our goodbyes. I watched her walk off the train at her stop, and a minute later, we pulled out, heading for my station. There, I departed, walking aimlessly to my car in the parking lot. I got in, started the engine, and put it in reverse, ready to pull out of my spot, when I looked in the mirror, and saw a flash of platinum blonde.

Samantha stood quietly, behind me, her hands folded in front of her, waiting for me to invite her into the car. I waved, and she walked quickly to the passenger door, slipping in smoothly when I opened it for her.

"How? What...I saw you get off the train?" I blurted.

"I got back on, at the other door. I couldn't go home," she explained

"Does this mean you've made your decision?" I asked.

Her answer was swift, direct, and delivered by pressing her lips to mine.

"Yes," she added, rather redundantly after that embrace. "Take me home. I'll explain on the way."

I drove, she talked. Her husband was going out of town, on a business trip, for ten days...starting today...and just told her this afternoon. Bastard! Stupid bastard. He made the decision easy, easier still by taking his bimbo secretary with him, a woman with whom he had a not so secret physical relationship...a relationship that Samantha had documented physical proof of.

By the time we reached my house and parked out back, Samantha was a curious mix of emotional devastation and blistering anger, with a little vengeful lust thrown in. We walked slowly along the path to the separate, private entrance to my basement suite, and I showed her inside. As soon as we were in, her emotions boiled over, and she broke down, sobbing in my arms.

I wasn't concerned with anyone overhearing. When I rented this place, the owner made a point of telling me the details of its history.

They bought the house as an investment, as a young couple, and renovated it, building the suite in the basement for their own use, and renting the upstairs to cover the mortgage. He smiled when her told me his wife was a screamer, and that he had added extra soundproofing to keep their noisy sex from disturbing the tenants. As time progressed, they wanted to start a family, and eventually moved upstairs to accommodate their need for room, but the rental suite remained unaltered, and very, very quiet.

Now their family was growing up, but I never heard a peep from upstairs, even with two teenaged girls up there. The eldest, a cute eighteen year old, had been a guest in my bed daily for about two weeks, until the novelty wore off for her, and she had inherited her mother's reported penchant for loud, vocal descriptives of her orgasmic bliss. Yet, I remained un-murdered by her parents. There could only be one reason; they couldn't hear us. No one's parents are that cool.

Samantha was bawling, but I just held her, and let her get it out. She needed the release, and I needed her to relax, and enjoy herself. It took about ten minutes, but the tears subsided, and she apologized for getting me all wet.

"It's okay," I smiled. "I won't shrink." I left the sexual connotations hanging like a curveball in the strike zone, and she didn't miss the pitch.

"I'll bet you won't," she giggled, running her hand down my chest until it cupped the firm bulge in my pants. "If anything, you appear to be getting bigger. I seem to remember promising you a blowjob. No time like the present."

From her knees, she wrestled my belt, pants and underwear into submission, smiling wide when my cock sprung out at her. She grasped it, and stroked it firmly.

"You know, I think if my husband was packing one of these, I'd be more upset at him using it on that whore secretary of his," she laughed, obviously feeling a bit better. "But, since he's nowhere near this well endowed, she can keep his teenie weenie. I've got something much nicer, here."

Her mouth opened wide, and she jammed as much of my cock home as she could, inching her lips further along the shaft. She pulled back, leaving a string of saliva hanging.

"If I do say so myself, I got pretty good at giving him head, but his dick fits down my throat easily. This thing," she grinned up at me, "will take some practice. I apologize in advance if I get a little sloppy. It's gonna take lots of spit."

She dropped her mouth over me again, claiming more territory successfully, before her gag reflex forced her back. Each time she gulped a bit more, and progress was slow but steady, but it felt un-fucking-believable. No one had ever sucked me like this, one of the advantages of her experience, even if it was all with one man.

The sensation of her lips, tongue and throat was driving me insane, but that was only part of it. Adding fuel to the fire was the view, looking down at her beautiful face, intense green eyes, and platinum waves, then beyond to the gaping valley between her breasts. I could feel the cauldron bubbling, and knew the time was drawing near. Since we hadn't really discussed it, at least not in any detail, I didn't know if she preferred to spit or swallow. Perhaps a warning was the least I could do.
"Oh honey, that's so good, I'm gonna baste your tonsils if you keep it up," I groaned, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

"Mmmmm...mmmm hmmm, mmmm hmmm, MMMM HMMM!" she moaned as I went off in her mouth like a broken firehose, gushing cum that she swallowed happily, sucking and pumping to completion. She released me at last, and licked her lips of stray residue, using her finger to scrape up one trickle that had escaped down her chin.

"Damn, that's good stuff," she smiled, her eyes sparkling at me. "I wonder how it would go over ice cream? I just love ice cream!"

I was amazed at how quickly she had rebounded from the earlier tears to now. She was bubbly...giddy even. I've never been married, but I've been cheated on, so I can imagine what she was feeling. Well, maybe not, as she had been married and faithful for longer than I had been alive. That kind of betrayal must cut deep. Very deep.

She was up on her feet again, and kicked off her shoes before wandering around the suite, inspecting it.

"This is a nice place," she smiled. "Where's the nice bedroom, and the nice bed?"

"Down the hall, on the left," I laughed. She went in that direction.

"I'd like some nice company," she called as she disappeared around the corner.

I smiled, and shook my head, wondering how I got so lucky. Once I got my pants back up from around my ankles, I followed her.

By the time I got to the bedroom door, Samantha was laying on the bed, her long hair spread across the pillow, with a definitive 'come hither' look in her eyes.

I didn't need to be asked twice, and joined her quickly, slipping into her embrace.

"I suppose I should thank you for showing me there is life after a cheating husband," she smiled, caressing my face gently.

And I suppose I should thank him for being a cheating asshole, I thought. If he hadn't been, you wouldn't have been receptive, and we would never have made it here.

"However," she said softly, "we need to be careful. Now that I've sampled your, um...wares...I can't see myself going back to my old life, but I also don't want to wreck my position, legally. I know it makes me sound like a mercenary bitch, but I've invested twenty eight years in my marriage, and I have no intention of throwing that away...at least, not without adequate compensation. I have his ass in a wringer, and he doesn't even know it yet. I guess he thinks the blonde hair means I'm an idiot, and that I have no idea what he's doing behind my back."

"You said you have proof?" I asked.

"Oh yeah!" she giggled. "The best kind possible. Another woman's DNA on his cock!" She saw the giant question mark hanging over my head, and continued to explain. "I noticed a funky smell in his underwear one time, a bit of pussy scent, so I bagged them, and saved them. Every time I found another pair, I did the same, until I had ten pair. I sent them to a friend of mine. She's a PhD, at a lab in town, and she ran the swabs. Four separate women," she growled, holding up four fingers, "that we have proof of. Who knows how many before I caught on."

"Didn't he notice he was losing underwear?" I laughed.

"Nah," she shook her head, "I bought new ones. He hasn't bought underwear since we got married. He thinks a fairy delivers them."

She was right. She did have him, dead to rights. Pretty hard to explain away another woman's vaginal DNA contribution on your Johnson, and in your underwear. The only thing that could fuck it up was, well...me. If we got caught, he'd have ammunition to shoot back with.

"Okay. I understand. Outside of here, we're totally platonic. No more train sex," I nodded. "When are you planning on lowering the boom?"

"Soon," she smiled, "thanks to you. I was just going through the motions, and was reluctant to be alone, even if he was cheating. You reminded me how life is supposed to feel. Loving, exciting, supportive, respectful. I see now that I can survive after I kick his ass to the curb...with you, if you'd like, or with someone else if it doesn't work out. Either way, you have my undying gratitude."

She leaned closer, and kissed me softly.

"Okay, enough of that shit...I don't want to think about it anymore. I'm yours for the next ten days. Let's not waste them." She rolled out of bed, and started to strip. Halfway through unbuttoning her blouse, she noticed me watching her, with my hands behind my head, and a smile on my face. "Oh...you want a show, do you?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Take it off, baby!" I laughed.

Samantha began to strut around to the music in her head, swinging her hips, and whipping her long hair as she slowly dispatched her blouse, one button at a time. She gazed at me through her tousled hair, those green eyes burning with sexual energy. Turning her back, she held her blouse wide open, dragging it off her shoulders and sawing it back and forth across her back.

For a long time housewife, Samantha was quite the stripper, wagging her ass at me, dry humping the air, and shaking her shoulders, so those big, beautiful tits jiggled in her bra. Turning her back again, she unzipped her skirt and skinned it off her hips, leaving her in a thong, bra, and black stay-up stockings.

The bra was next, teasingly held in place by her arm after she unfastened it, until she raised both arms above her head, hands in her hair, and shook it free. Undulating her hips and dancing sensuously, she swung those melons enticingly, tugging at the tall, stiff nipples for effect.

Her tiny little thong put up no resistance at all, and now, except for the stockings, she was naked, standing with hands on hips, breathing heavily from the dance. Her boobs heaved on her chest, and she pushed the hair out of her face, staring at me like a hungry, sultry cat.

"You can leave those on," I whispered, adjusting my hard cock in my pants.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she purred, and crawled up the bed. Within a minute, my clothes had been unceremoniously discarded, and we were locked in a passionate embrace, her silky legs hooked around my hips. So smooth and sexy, we both moaned at the sensation.

I could have just rolled on top of her, harpooned her willing snatch, and fucked her senseless, but I really wanted to taste her. I knew from our little escapade in the restroom that she smelled terrific, and anticipated that her juicy pussy would be delicious. I slid down her body, kissing gently.

"Alex, are you going where I think you are?" she asked, nervously.

"Mmmmm hmmm," I breathed, kissing her hip. "Do you want me to lick your pussy?"

"Well, um, yes...but it's been so long," she gasped. "My husband hasn't been down there since my first daughter was born. That was twenty seven years ago."

Jesus, her husband really is an asshole. How could you not want to feast on this luscious creature? How could anyone willingly push her aside, for someone whose only possible advantage was measured with a calendar?

"Samantha, I want to show you what you've been missing. Just relax. I promise not to bite, unless you want me to." She giggled, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

"Okay. I trust you" she whispered.

Slowly, gently, I trailed the tip of my tongue around the perimeter of her labial folds. A soft gasp escaped from Samantha's lips. After another series of laps around her pretty pussy, and a few teasing licks over her tight, puckered little butt hole, she was moaning, and her hips were squirming. She was enjoying the attention, and I hadn't even got to the good bits yet.

Right turn, Clyde. My tongue dipped into her juicy, pink crevice.

"Oh my god!" she hissed, and her hands flew to the back of my head. I took that as a positive. She wanted me to continue. Good.

I gave her the 'long lick', going from her asshole to clit in one slow pass, then flicked across her clit several times, before heading down to start again. And again. And again. Soon she was dripping wet with saliva and her own plentiful juices, which were every bit as delicious as I'd hoped. A small trickle of fluid was wandering across her perineum, heading for her rosebud, and I used it to lubricate my fingertip, which I used to toy with her service entrance, plucking at the muscular ring gently. I figured if her husband hadn't been here for decades, he probably hadn't rimmed her either. My job might never be done.

"Oh fuck, Alex, that's amazing!" she gasped. "I like what you're doing," she giggled, just as my fingertip insinuated itself into her butt hole, "and I love that!"

Okay, so she likes a little anal play. We'll explore that more fully at a later date, but today's priority was eating this delectable pussy to as many orgasms as my tongue could provide before it fell off.

I slid one finger into her, along the back wall of her vagina, while continuing to stimulate her clit with my lips and tongue. She moaned, and pulled my face closer. I fucked her with the finger, wiggling it around inside her snug cunt, then added a second one.

Samantha's breathing was coming in ragged bursts, and she was groaning loudly, so I knew I was on the right track, so I kept up the assault, now sucking her clit harder. Her juices were soaking my hand already, when she screamed.

"Oh my god, ohmygod, ohmygodohmygod! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" she grunted, arching her back. I tried to stay connected, but she was twisting and bucking wildly, so I had to settle for keeping my fingers in her pussy, which was gushing honey all over my hand. She let out a final shriek, and melted into a jumble of arms, dishevelled platinum blonde hair, and breasts quaking as she gasped for breath. I withdrew my hand, and began to lick it clean.

"Mmmmm hmmm, so delicious. Even if you didn't enjoy it, I'd still want to eat you out, just for the taste of your sweet syrup," I smiled. She was breathing easier now.

"Yes, I've licked my fingers afterwards, so I agree with your assessment," she giggled, combing the hair out of her face. "Fortunately for both of us, I did enjoy that, so you'll get your dessert whenever you want it. That was marvellous, honey."

"That was just a warm up," I smiled, and shifted into position to continue. I turned my hand palm up, added a third finger, and latched onto her clit again, while she squealed and braced herself for more.

Ah, there it is, I thought, as my fingertips brushed over the little rough patch on her anterior wall. Get ready, baby. You're gonna love this!

With my lips on her clit, and three fingers stimulating her g-spot, it was literally only a few seconds before Samantha went ballistic, with a squeal that started high in pitch and vanished into hypersonic frequencies. She flopped around like a desperate fish for nearly a minute, then wilted abruptly. She had gushed up my forearm. It had been a huge orgasm, even from my point of view. Mission accomplished.

I crawled up the bed to cuddle beside her, watching her face. She was peaceful, her lips ajar slightly as she caught her breath. Wisps of stray hair fluttered in those breaths. Her eyelids opened slowly.

"What did you do to me?" she squeaked, in a barely audible voice, "and promise you'll do it again?"

"Absolutely," I smiled. "See you in twenty seven years?"

"I was hoping we could shorten the frequency a little," she giggled. "How's tomorrow? Sunday at the worst."

"Why wait?" I laughed, rolling atop her beautiful body. I reached down and guided my shaft into her sloppy snatch, pushing deep into her.

"Mmmmm, yes. Why wait? Come here," she smiled, pulling me deeper with her stocking clad legs. "Kiss me, please?"

"Try and stop me," I breathed, and did so. Her lips were soft, and her tongue wasted no time, plunging into my mouth, suggesting I do the same between her other lips. I eased out, then thrust back in firmly.

"Mmmmm hmmm," she moaned, "I'm all yours, honey, so you go ahead and fuck me as hard as you want to. Pound my pussy with that big cock!"

That's the best offer I've heard all day, right up there with the blowjob you just gave me in the kitchen, and the opportunity to eat your superb cunt. Pretty much anything that involves 'you'.

I took her at her word, and started to drill her with long, hard, deep strokes. Later, we could do gentle and loving, when our energy was lower, but right now, it was time to Fuck, with a capital 'F'. Our bodies were slamming together, and the room filled with slaps, grunts, and groans. If not for the extra insulation, I'm sure everyone in the house would know exactly what was going on. Samantha's narrative would have ensured it.

"Oh yeah, honey...FUCK ME!... FUuuuUuuCK ME!...JAM THAT BIG DICK UP MY FUCKING PUSSY!...MAKE ME CUM AGAIN, BABY, MAKE ME CUUUUMM!" she screeched, among several other highlights. It was a long, strenuous coupling, with both of us soaked in sweat, but neither of us willing to surrender to fatigue. Several times she reached her zenith, and I could see the appreciation in her eyes growing with each successive orgasm.

Fortunately for both of us, I was close to cumming.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," I gasped, stroking her deep for a final few times. "Where would you like it?"

"On my tits!" she responded, almost before I finished asking it. "Shoot that hot, sticky goo all over my big fucking tits!"

Well, if you insist...

At the last possible second, I pulled out, barely getting my dick aimed at her before I erupted, spraying her from the navel up to her chin, with long ropes of semen. Samantha grinned and watched as the stripes were laid over her fully rounded breasts, making the curves even more distinct. I shook the last few globs onto her nipples, and flopped down beside her.

The room fell relatively silent, with only our tortured breathing to be heard. My eyes were closed, but I could hear her licking her fingers, and knew she was cleaning my jizz off her chest.

"Do you want some ice cream?" I laughed, referencing her earlier comments. I rolled on my side, and looked at her. She had a sheepish grin on her face, caught in the act, with three fingers in her mouth, and my cum on her lips.

"I'm a very bad girl, aren't I?" she giggled.

"Yes, but bad girls have more fun," I smiled.

"Mmmmm, yes, I've noticed that. Do I need to choose between having fun and being loved?" She rolled on her side to face me, peering at me with those green eyes.

"Not with me," I smiled.

"Good."

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On The Train Ch. 02
Samantha and Alex deal with her cheating husband.
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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.
"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.
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.
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
Sam's daughters become a minor complication.
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.
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."
"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!"
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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Alex deals with Cassie, and Samantha gets an early gift.
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I gave serious consideration to declining the invitation to help that weekend. Certainly not for any reasons that included Sam, as any excuse to be with her was valid in my opinion.

No, the reason was younger. The thought of dealing with Cassie was exhausting. Sure, I'd been successful with Chloe, but she was easy.

Alright, maybe 'easy' isn't the word. Easy is what she wanted to be, and it was very tempting... for about three seconds, as she stood in my apartment, blouse wide open, showing me her impressive chest... to go ahead and fuck her luscious body. Love won out, overriding hormones in the fourth second, and reminding me that I wasn't looking for a few minutes of passionate, lust fuelled sex.

I had that already with Samantha, with the added attraction of an ever-deepening emotional connection and trust; I wouldn't betray that trust for a mere roll in the hay, no matter how much my dick wanted me to.

Okay, so easy isn't what I meant, but 'simple' could apply. She was brutally direct, aggressive, and quick to voice her feelings. Her flirting was anything but subtle, but that made her at least predictable. In the end, I was able to guess her reactions, and use the truth to diffuse the potential explosion.

Cassie wasn't looking that simple. Both Sam and Chloe agreed that she was not to be trusted with our secret yet, so that option was out. She was the quiet one, and it's always the quiet ones that are the most dangerous. Reading her was difficult.

That serious consideration really didn't stand a chance when compared with the opportunity to be with Samantha again, even though I had barely recovered from last night's escapade. I couldn't let her down, even if it put my virtue at peril. Giggle.

My phone buzzed. Sam had a message for me.

Be warned... Cassie will be calling. I told her if she wanted you to help, she should ask you, not me. Hope you say yes. Last night was soooo gooooood.

Yes it was. She'd get no argument from me.

When I got out of the shower, there was a little blue light flashing on my phone; Missed call. Voicemail.

"Hi Alex... It's Cassie. I hope I made enough of an impression that you remember me. Mom, Chloe, and I could really use your help again today, if you're not too busy. Please call me back. Thanks. Bye."

Sounded simple enough, but I was still a little worried about Cassandra. She was the only one that didn't know... couldn't know... about us. Her reasons for wanting me there were her own ; part sibling rivalry, part modern woman who wasn't afraid to admit she wanted sex. Unfortunately, she wanted it from me, and I was trying desperately not to act like Frank.

Okay. Call her back.

"Hello? I got a call from this number... from someone named Casey?" I said as straight faced as possible, playing the wrong number card. If she was playing games, I could play back.

"Not Casey," she corrected. "Cassie... Alex? Is that you?"

"Yes, my name is Alex. Who's this again?"

"It's Cassie. You know... Samantha's daughter?" she clarified.

"I remember a Chloe," I replied, desperately holding back a snicker. "Cassie doesn't ring a bell. You're sure we've met?" A giggle snuck out.

"Alex! You asshole!" she gasped, then laughed. "You really had me worried, there. I thought I was losing my touch! Cheeky bugger!"

"Well, you earned it. Hope you made an impression? Really?" I asked, laughing back.

"Okay, okay... point made. Just answer the question," she giggled.

"There was a question?" I prodded.

"Oh, fuck you, you prick! You know exactly what I'm talking about. Stop twisting everything!" she hissed.

"Alright. Just relax. Tell your mother I'm on my way in a few minutes. Mad at me?" I asked.

"No," she snorted. "Just don't like being toyed with. Better not turn your back on me!"

"I'll keep that in mind," I replied. "See you soon."

I know, I know... in addition to poking the bear with a stick, what I just did could easily be considered flirting. It's just that it suddenly occurred to me that the best way to beat her game, was to play it.

Sam knew I was totally committed to her, and there was nothing Cassie could do to shake that. Cassie didn't know that though, and if I was aggressive back toward her, it might give her pause. It seemed as viable a strategy as any, and it only had to last the weekend.

Or, l could have just served myself up on a silver platter. I'd know soon enough.

***

I pulled into Sam's driveway, and turned off the car. There would be a time, hopefully soon, when that front door would be my entrance to heaven, on a daily basis. Every day that passed made me more convinced that Sam was the only woman for me. I couldn't imagine a future without her.

Right now, that door scared me a bit. Cassie was in there. My strategy didn't seem quite as sound as it had an hour ago. Oh well... too late to back out now.

Before I could get out of the car, the passenger door opened abruptly. It surprised the hell out of me, but my heart started again when I realized it was Chloe, not her sister.

"Hi!" she giggled. "Surprise! Again!"

"Good morning, Chloe. I see you forgot your bra again," I smiled.

"Yeah," she smiled, bouncing in the seat to jiggle her boobs at me. My eyes were inevitably drawn to them. "Remember... We don't want Cassie to notice anything unusual, so I'm pretending to still be after you. Besides, I like the way you look at me. You're allowed. Do you like my shirt?"

It occurred to me that her collection of novelty t-shirts was just another way to get people to check out her rack, although her prominent chest did occasionally make reading them a challenge. It certainly would work on me, as I read today's version with a grin. "Of course I talk to myself. Sometimes I need an expert opinion" it said.

"Cute," I smiled. "On a different topic... How's your Mom this morning?" Yes, I was teasing her.

"Listen, buddy," she giggled, pointing her finger at me, "getting this crap from Mom is bad enough. You're torturing me! She came home glowing last night. I can't believe Cassie hasn't caught on yet, but I knew the reason why, of course. Did you like the lingerie?"

"Mmmmm, yes, thank you," I nodded. "Quite nice. Yours?"

"Yes, but I'm afraid the man I bought it for is taken, so I didn't want it to go to waste," she said softly, batting her eyelashes. "Too bad. He's a real dish," she added.

"Thank you," I repeated, for both the compliment and the use of the lacey garments. "You're not so bad, yourself," I added.

"I know," she sighed. "I'm a wonderful woman, a real catch, and sexy as hell. Apparently, though, my timing sucks. Still, losing you to my Mom takes a bit of the sting out of it. If I can't have you, I'm glad it's her. She deserves it."

"We'd better head inside, before Cassie finds us out here together," I suggested.

"Fine. We might as well, since I probably can't succeed in tempting you," she pouted, adding a little shake of her shoulders. Her boobs swayed enticingly, but I was locked in observer mode. No touching, kissing, or other sampling of the goods.

"Nice try, Chloe. Let's go," I smiled.

"Can't, blame a girl for trying," she shrugged.

***

I let her lead us inside. Her ass was a little narrower than her mother's, but that comparison wasn't a fair one. Samantha's ass was perfect, with womanly curves that I found very attractive. Chloe was younger, and would catch up to her mother soon enough.

Cassie materialized out of the woodwork before we made it to the kitchen.

"Hello," she purred, blocking my path. She was made up for effect, dressed to make an impression, and obviously serious. Showing a lot of cleavage, she stepped forward, forcing me aside, until I was cornered. I had a disconcerting flashback of Chloe stalking me in my apartment. They were sisters, all right.

"I'm not sure if we've met," she smiled, closing the distance with a few sultry, provocative steps. "My name is Cassandra." A final stride pinned me between the hallway wall and her full, prominent chest.

Well, I had started this game on the phone earlier. It's only fair that she play it back. She was testing me.

"Hello, Cassandra. It's nice to mee..." I replied, secretly enjoying the feel of her big tits against me. I had always had a soft spot, no pun intended, for that particular sensation. Her mother knew it, and made sure my addiction was well taken care of.

Of course, I hadn't intended to stop in the middle of my sentence, but I always found it difficult to speak with my mouth full. Especially when it was full of someone else's tongue, as it was now. Cassie had her lips pressed tight to mine, and was exploring every nook and cranny of my mouth. At last, she pulled away, giving my startled face a parting caress with her hand.

"I trust you'll remember me now," she smiled, licking her lips suggestively. She turned, and sauntered away, leaving me slumped in the corner, with a delicious aftertaste in my mouth, and a burgeoning lump in my pants.

I looked up. Chloe was leaning against the wall, a few feet away, arms crossed over her own abundant breasts.

"Wow. That looked like fun. I wish I'd thought of it," she grinned. "Oh wait... I did. I even showed you these," she glanced down at the bulging curves of her chest. "If you're going to have second thoughts about my Mother," she whispered, "I'm gonna get back in the game."

"No!" I gasped. I knew she was kidding... sort of... but I had just reduced the danger by half. I didn't need her back on the hunt. "She's just getting back at me for teasing her this morning. Your Mother is still the only woman for me."

Chloe pouted, but nodded, and walked away quietly. I gathered my thoughts, and followed.

Around the corner, in the kitchen, I found Sam and Cassie working on breakfast. Cassie glanced over her shoulder, and stifled a smug smile. Sam's smile was full, and happy.

I was replaying the highlights of last night's spectacular events... lingerie, my finger stuffed way up her ass, incredible sex... when she stepped over and hugged me. It was marginally more intense than her usual public hug, but felt so good, with her luscious softness in contact for interminable seconds.

"I'm so glad you decided to come," she smiled, trying not to crack at her obvious double entendre. I wondered if she could still feel the warmth of my semen, gushing inside her.

I was still hugging Sam when I saw Chloe in the background, watching us. She had a smile of her own, presumably because she knew about us, and hopefully because she approved.

Breakfast followed soon, and was full of the usual smalltalk. Cassie did most of the talking, trying to lead me down the path that led to her bed. Chloe added a few well placed jibes, but stayed on the fringes. That left Samantha to sit back and watch me dance around the sexual mines Cassie was leaving strewn in her wake. She was laughing along with us, but I knew there had to be at least a hint of concern in her mind. There were parallels that she must have been aware of, and even though I had no intention of following through on Cassie's very attractive offers, it bothered me to give that impression.

I guess there's a fine line between lying for fun, and lying for real. I just hoped I could stay on the right side of the line.

With all the food safely in our bellies, Chloe and Cassandra gathered the dishes, and headed for the kitchen, leaving Sam and myself alone for a few minutes.

"That was some pretty fancy footwork," she giggled, walking her fingers across the tabletop to touch my hand. "Cassie is really coming on strong, isn't she?"

"Yeah. I thought Chloe was bad, but her sister has obviously done some planning for this final assault," I replied quietly. "I may need to call her bluff the hard way. I just thought you should know in advance. Are you okay with that?"

"I won't pretend it doesn't concern me a little," she whispered, "but I trust you. Do what you need to do. They will be gone in a couple of days, and we can get back to normal when they are. Well... Normal for us, anyway."

***

Since we had done nearly all of the heavy lifting last weekend, there was less to do that required my direct attention. I became the assistant of choice for whomever decided they wanted me.

That wasn't a pun.

Thankfully, my presence was first requested by Samantha. She was sorting through a few boxes of small items, tying to decide which should be displayed where. Frank's former office had plenty of space for it, and things that had been resigned to boxes would now again see the light of day. Both the girls were doing similar things in another room, so we were alone, for a few minutes at least.

Samantha kissed me quickly. It may have been brief, but certainly didn't lack for passion... or tongue for that matter. She pulled back.

"Mmmmm, I'd just love to continue," she smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Actually, I'd love to be taken on the couch, over there, but 'you know who' might burst in unannounced. I'd rather not deal with that yet."

"Understood," I smiled back, licking my lips, and tasting her delicious flavour. I got in one quick fondle, while the getting was good, and she giggled in response. "How many boxes of this stuff do you have?"

"More than I care to admit," she shook her head. "I'm afraid I used to have a bit of a habit, collecting this, um, shit. It all got packed away when this room became a full time office. At least now, I can enjoy them again." She placed the delicate figurine on a shelf, and spun it to display it properly. "I collected trinkets. He collected trollops." Her face reflected the sad thought that briefly took over her mind.

Cassie be damned, Sam needed me right now, and I held her close, letting her vent the sadness, anger, and frustration that bubbled up from within. She cuddled deep in my embrace for a few minutes.

Cassie's timing was perfect, as she walked in abruptly to find us in each other's arms.

"Oh! My, um, I'm sorry," she gasped. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

Sam stirred in my grasp, and preempted Cassie's conclusion.

"Settle down Cassie," she sniffed, lifting her head. "I was feeling a little blue, and Alex was comforting me." She wiped her eyes, and turned to face her daughter. "I assume you came in here for a reason?"

"Um, uh... Yeah," Cassie stumbled, her eyes still on us. "I needed Alex to get me another box from the attic. Are you okay, Mom?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Samantha nodded, standing tall again. "Alex, could you help her please?"

I nodded, and gestured to Cassie.

"Lead the way," I said, falling in behind her. Into the valley of death...

Cassie was still dressed the same, and her shorts were so short the lower curves of her very sexy butt were visible as it wiggled along ahead of me. She stopped at the foot of the ladder.

"I'll hold... you climb," she grinned.

I could feel her eyes on me as I ascended, rung by rung, up through the hatch into the attic space. There were still several boxes up here in the low headspace, and I was just about to ask which one she wanted when her head popped up in the hole, followed by the rest of her.

"I thought you needed my help?" I asked, taking a knee.

"I do. I can get up here, but I can't get down the ladder with a box," she smiled. "Worried about being alone with me?"

She was on her knees, crawling toward me. The deep neckline of her top was struggling to contain her tits, which were swinging from side to side with her movements.

"The thought crossed my mind," I replied, looking right at her cleavage. She glanced down at the view she was giving me, and looked back with a mischievous grin.

"I'm not mad about your call this morning," she giggled. "No weapons. You're safe."

"No weapons? I'm not sure I'd agree," I laughed, still gazing at her boobs as she settled next to me. "What calibre are those?" I hoped the aggressive tactics would slow her down. It would appear they at least surprised her a little.

"Why Alex! Wouldn't you like to know?" she laughed. "Now, which boxes do I want?" she continued, staying on task, despite the opportunity our privacy afforded her.

It was quite warm up here, and after a few minutes of sorting through containers, we both had a glow of sweat going. Her chest was adorned with tiny beads of perspiration, which seemed to make her even sexier. I always enjoyed seeing such a sheen on her Mother's breasts after lovemaking.

Cassie slid boxes around, making a small grouping near our exit.

"That should keep me busy for a while," she smiled, gazing at me softly. "Unless you have something else in mind?" She leaned closer. I thought for sure another kiss was coming, but she was teasing. "Here. You go down first. I'll pass them to you."

'Go down first'? Jeez... That was subtle. I reached down carefully with my foot, and found a rung on the ladder, taking a stance. I moved down a few steps, then looked up to where Cassie was leaning over to pass me that first box. Oh my god... what a view.

"Um, your weapons are slipping out of their holster," I giggled.

"Just take the box, and leave my 'weapons' out of it," she smiled, making no attempt to corral them. By the time she had passed me all five of the boxes, I could just make out the edges of her areolas, and when I looked up again, her ass almost hit me in the face. She stepped down between my arms, sliding her body against mine as she went. I'm sure she felt the bulge as her ass brushed my crotch.

Once safely on the floor, she adjusted herself in her bra with her back to me. When she turned with a smile, her display of cleavage had reverted to its normal level again.

"Thank you," she giggled. "I'll come get you again when I need more."

Every word out of her mouth could be viewed as a flirt. Combined with her attire, she was really testing my resolve. It would be so easy to just go with it. It was hard to say if flirting back was actually doing anything in my favour, although it did seem to be making her think more before acting.

I leaned against the wall as I entered the office again, catching my breath. Sam turned to see me and my exasperated expression, and laughed.

"That much fun, huh?" she asked. "My poor baby."

"She's relentless," I exhaled. "You're sure we can't just tell her?"

"If it comes to that, of course we can," Sam smiled, brushing the hair out of my face. "Think you can make it through the weekend?"

"I hope so. You know, when I was younger, I would have enjoyed having three gorgeous women fighting for my attention," I smiled. "Funny how things change."

"Darling, you're making me feel old. 'When you were younger?' You're only 23!" she gasped.

"Nearly 24," I laughed. "Sorry honey. You know I love you, though, right?"

"Of course," she giggled. "Now... Help me with this top shelf. I can't quite reach." As if to illustrate, she put both hands on the shelf in question, over her head. Her breasts stood up even more proudly than usual. She glanced at me, knowing my eyes wouldn't have missed the obvious.

I stepped behind her, placing my hands on her flanks. She sighed softly, and pushed back with her rump, making contact with my crotch. I figured I had bought a few moments free for Cassie, so I responded by kissing the side of her neck. She moaned, and ground back against me.

"Oh god, that's wonderful," she whispered, as I continued to nibble her nape. My right hand came up to cup her right breast. "Mmmmm. You're making me very wet."
I soon had both hands full, fondling her firmly. She was squirming in my grasp, bucking her ass against my erection.

"You'd better stop, before I can't control myself any longer," she groaned. "I think Cassie might notice if she came in and found me on my knees, sucking that fabulous cock of yours. She's pretty observant."

The noise behind us made both of us jump. Fortunately, it was just Chloe.

"I never thought I'd say this about my own Mother," she giggled, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, "but I'd actually like to see that. Care for an audience?"

"No," Sam chided, "and you'd better keep your voice down."

"Hey, I'm not the one who said it," Chloe pointed out. "I just heard you, and thought it sounded like fun. I'll do it if you don't want to, Mom."

"Keep your lips to yourself," Samantha warned. "I thought we had an understanding."

"We do, we do," Chloe replied. "Just kidding." She turned, and walked away.

"You buy that?" Sam asked me.

"Not really," I shook my head. "I suddenly don't feel safe."

***

I left early Saturday afternoon, needing to get some space. I promised to come back Sunday, just after lunch. The girls accepted it, but Sam knew why I was making myself scarce.

Sunday would be the last day for both Cassie and Chloe at their mother's house. For a while, at least.

Even though there wasn't much left to do, Samantha had persuaded me to come over anyway, as kind of a farewell party.

None of us knew what was about to transpire. Turns out a party was definitely called for.

Since there was little to do inside, we were all sitting around on the pool deck. The girls, Sam included were dressed in their best for sunbathing. It was remarkable to see them all lined up... Three virtual carbon copies of each other, save for the efforts of hairstylists. Cassie and Chloe flanked their mother's position, like twin bookends.

The twins had nearly identical... um, 'twins'. A little less robust in the bust than Samantha, they were nonetheless endowed far more than the average woman. I guess it's all relative though; big fish in a small pond, but smallest fry in the tank.

Chloe caught me checking them all out in their bikinis, tipped her sunglasses down, and blew me a kiss.

That's about when the doorbell rang. We all exchanged bewildered looks, since no one was expected. It was Cassie who jumped up and went to answer it. She was pulling her shirt on over her head when she disappeared into the house.

"Do you want to send us on an errand again Mom?" Chloe smiled. "I'm sure you could use a little alone time with your stud muffin, here?" She winked at me.

"Chloe Marie, I don't know what you're talking about," Sam giggled. "If your sister hears you talking like that, we'll all have hell to pay."

"Just saying... If you need us gone for an hour... or two," another wistful glance in my direction, "I can drag my sister along on a snipe hunt. I'll even message you before we come back."

"I appreciate the thought, honey, but today is our last day together for who knows how long. I want to spend it with my girls," Sam smiled.

"I'll bet Alex wants some time with your 'girls', too," Chloe laughed. Brazen hussy.

We were still laughing when Cassie came back in, holding a large envelope in her hand. A serious look was on her face.

"Mom... It was a courier. It's from your lawyer," she said, handing over the package.

"Your lawyer? On Sunday?" I asked, voicing the question everyone had.

"Oh, that doesn't matter to him," Sam replied, with a dismissive wave. "He's one of those guys that doesn't set his life by the calendar. Curious, though...I suppose I should open it, shouldn't I?"

No one spoke as she untwisted the string closure on the folder. She reached in, and came out with a hefty handful of papers. There was a yellow page on the front, and I could see it was hand written. She turned her attention to that page.

The suspense was deafening. What did it say? Was it good? Bad?

Sam gasped softly, and put her hand to her chest. Ah, surprising, but not in a bad way, judging by the slight smile on her face. I can breathe again.

"Sam?" I asked, unable to stand the suspense. "Is everything okay?"

"Um... yeah," she smiled, shrugging her shoulders. "Everything is fine. Everything is... done. I'm divorced."

"Really?" I asked, barely able to contain my glee. "How, though? I thought it would take months... like, closer to a year. It's barely been four months."

"Ask and you shall receive," Sam giggled. "Actually, he anticipated that question, and answered it right here," she said, holding the yellow paper aloft. "It seems Frank really does have some highly placed friends, whom he does not want knowing his secrets. Through his lawyer... who was doing most of the filing... he was able to cut a few corners, jump a few lines, and generally get things done via the back channels. He has signed everything, and we are effectively done!"

"Congratulations, Mom!" Chloe beamed, standing to give her mother a hug. She looked at me over Sam's shoulder, and smiled. They exchanged a few whispered words, and Sam shook her head.

"Yes Mom, I'm happy for you," Cassie said as she joined the hug. "Also a little sad, but at least it's over now. How does it feel to be the rich, attractive divorcée? You'll be beating them off with sticks."

I was standing, alone, contemplating a future that just got a lot simpler, when Chloe spoke.

"Come on Alex," she gestured, "There's room for one more in this hug. Don't make me drag you over here."

There was a certain appeal to her suggestion. I walked over, and she pulled me in.

"I think it's time for a party! What do you say, Mom?" Cassie offered.

"Okay. I could use a drink," Sam giggled. She hugged me a little tighter, and grabbed my ass.

At least I think that was Sam's hand. It could have been someone else.

Seemingly within minutes, there was music playing, and a drink in everyone's hand. Still, music and alcohol do not a party make. Leave it to Chloe to supply the missing element.

"Ooooo, I love this song!" she gasped. "Alex? Wanna dance?"

Well, it seemed harmless enough. I felt relatively safe, but Chloe had a way of making that feeling a temporary one. I decided to risk it.

The pool deck became our dance floor. Chloe was still just wearing her bikini, so her big breasts were quite active as she gyrated in front of me. She threw in a little twirl now and then. During one of those spins, she paused and backed up against me.

Danger, Will Robinson! Danger! my mind screamed, as Chloe's rump made contact with my crotch. Watching her tits wobble with her movements had resulted in a semi, and she no doubt could feel it as she ground against me.

My attention was focused on Chloe's ass, barely covered by her bikini bottom, and causing my semi to become more of a full-ie. I didn't even see Cassie approach from behind.

She put her hands on my hips, and pressed her body against my back. Oh, the soft sensation of those tits squashed between us... So tempting. Chloe finished her spin, and now I was in a tit sandwich.

I cast a glance at Sam, who was smiling at my apparent discomfort. Thankfully, the song ended before my erection became too obvious, and I was able to slip away from both of them. I sat next to Sam, and watched the twins dance together. If only I was twins, too. I could be faithful to Sam, and have a threesome with her daughters on the side.

Mind you, Sam was easily the equal of three normal women, so I really wasn't missing anything. It's just hard to remember that when two such delicious creatures are virtually serving themselves up on a platter.

Samantha looked at me. I could see the fire in her eyes, but she shook her head gently. Not yet, but as soon as they're gone, you're mine, I read her expression.

And so the afternoon progressed. Drinks flowed. All in attendance... all four of us... became lubricated by alcohol. Oh hell, we were drunk, myself included. It was making things complicated, and a little blurry.

The girls had dragged me out of my chair again, and were taking turns rubbing their soft, luscious bodies against mine, seeing who could make me crazy first. It was dirty dancing in duplicate, and I had a major woodie going. You would too, with four yummy tits and two sumptuous asses pressing against you from both sides.

The booze was slowing my reactions, and suddenly, both Cassie and Chloe were kissing me. Hands were everywhere... my butt, my chest, my bulge... and I had somehow found someone's boob In my hand. I don't know how it happened, but I was surrounded, and powerless to stop it.

Suddenly, Sam had joined the fray, and was pushing first Cassie, then Chloe, away from me. She almost dunked Cassie in the pool. The cavalry had arrived in the nick of time, but she wasn't just saving me from her daughters; she was also staking her claim.

"That's enough... back off girls," she smiled, eyeing me like a hungry tigress eyes a wounded deer. "He's mine."

I didn't say anything, unsure of what this meant with regard to our secrecy plans. Sam answered the question by jamming her tongue down my throat.

I guess Cassie is being let in on the situation as of right now, I thought, wrapping Sam in an ardent embrace. Not having to hide my feelings was very liberating, and I let the passion flow freely.

"All right, Mom!" Chloe laughed. "Go for it!"

Cassie, not having prior knowledge of our relationship, was a bit more confused.

"Um, Mom?" she asked. "What's going on?"

Samantha just waved her off, and kept kissing me. Her hands were roaming freely, and I reciprocated. I could hear Chloe filling in the blanks for her sister.

"What?! You knew, and you didn't tell me?!" Cassie gasped. "How long has this been going on?"

That question made Samantha pull back. She levelled a stern gaze at Cassie.

"I know what you're asking, honey, and I don't like the implication," she said, forced to be the parent for a moment. "I was upset about your Father's actions, and Alex was a friend whom I confided in. He made me realize that, despite your Father's opinion and decision, I was still desirable, and we fell in love. That's the only timeline that matters. As for why I didn't tell you... I didn't want you to know yet. Chloe only found out when she was hitting on Alex, and he told her to get her to stop."

Chloe had a smug smile for her sister, and marked a 'one' on her imaginary scoreboard. She had beaten Cassie to the punch, which was a small victory, but the only one she'd get today.

"Uh, isn't he a little young for you, Mom?" Cassie asked, still trying to influence the decision. She was wasting her time. Sam and I had hashed it out long ago, and come to the conclusion that age was just a number.

"Oh no, honey," Samantha shook her head, as she squeezed herself against me. "He's just perfect. He does things to me that I didn't even know were possible. I've never been happier... especially in bed."

I could only smirk, and hold her close.

"Ew, Mom! Too much information!" Cassie gasped.

"Speak for yourself," Chloe laughed. "Tell me more, Mom. Does he have a big cock? Is he good with his tongue?"

"Chloe!" Sam giggled, surprised by her daughter's brazen questions. She blushed, but didn't shy away. "Well, um... yes, he does, and he is."

She looked at me and licked her lips. I knew what was on her mind.

"Girls... I hope you'll excuse us for a while," she smiled, still looking into my eyes. "Alex and I are going inside. Please ignore any screams you hear. I'm in no danger."

"Woo hoo! Yeah! Go for it, Mom!" Chloe cheered, jumping up and down. "Take your time, Alex, and do her right. Let us hear it!"

"Mom? Really?" Cassie scowled. Apparently, she didn't share her sister's enthusiasm for having me fuck her mother.

"Cassandra, you know I love you," Samantha replied, "but I don't recall asking for your permission... or your opinion, for that matter. Whatever Alex and I do is between us, and no one else. If that's a problem for you, I suggest you get over it quickly, because I'm not about to give up the best thing in my life. Not for you, and not for anyone."

Cassie stood, arms crossed, looking annoyed as we walked slowly into the house. I can't believe she didn't want her mother to be happy; it had to be mostly jealousy that she had been in an unwitting competition with Sam, and lost before she started.

We were walking eagerly through the house, anxious to make it upstairs to her bedroom, when Sam paused at the first step. She put her arms around my neck, and kissed me again. I was still grinning at being called the best thing in her life. I'd never been anyone's 'best thing' before. It was very pleasing.

"Well, we're out in the open now," she smiled. "I'm divorced... my daughters both know about us... How do you feel about it?"

Words were not really necessary to express my feelings. I scooped her up in my arms, and carried her up the stairs, into the room that had once been her marital bedroom... and hopefully would be again, at sometime in the not too distant future. I placed her on her back on the bed, then went back to close and lock the door.

Yeah, while I was sure that Chloe would be listening closely for her mother's screams, we didn't need her watching as well.

At least, not just yet. Maybe someday, if Sam was okay with it.

The blonde beauty awaiting me on the bed wasn't wearing much. She had been the meat in a busty blonde sandwich when all three women were tanning earlier, and had only covered up her bikini in the last hour or so. The lacey cover was now undone, laying open and showing me the white spandex that was cradling her big breasts. She gave me the come hither look.

I was only too happy to do so, sliding into her arms. She quickly rolled atop my chest.

"When I woke up this morning, I had to get myself off," she smiled, looking down through the curtain of platinum blonde that hung around her face. "Friday night was incredible, and I kept dreaming of you all night, but I didn't figure we'd get a chance until late Monday... maybe Tuesday. Now? Well, I'm happy things worked out for the better, and I'm not letting you out of my bed tonight. You're mine, baby."

Since I had my hand on her ass, I responded by silently tugging the string on her left hip, then the right. She grinned, and sat up across my lap, discarding her cover up. She reached between her legs, and yanked the stretchy swatch of fabric away, then tossed it behind her. Only the bra portion of her bikini remained in place, blocking the view she knew I longed for.

Perhaps I should start a new support group... Boob-lovers Anonymous. Hello, my name is Alex, and I just can't get enough of women with big breasts... Of course, that assumes I want to stop.

I don't. Never.

Samantha decided I had waited long enough, and quickly dispatched the top with two deft movements of her fingers. At last, she was naked, and in my arms. Though it had only been a day and a half, I needed a fix of her body. Cassie and Chloe had caused a hunger that only their mother could satisfy.

This time, when her lips met mine, there was no holding back. I pawed her smooth skin, and she worked on making my clothing join hers, on the floor. She soon succeeded, and took a place between my legs.

"Mmmmm, I'm going to enjoy this," she smiled, rubbing my stiff dick against her cheek. "I've wanted to just drop down on my knees and suck your cock all day, especially with my girls teasing you like that. I hope this will make up for your suffering."

"I'm sure I'll sur-VIVE!" I gasped, as her mouth engulfed the head of my rigid penis.

Is there anything quite so luxuriously sensual as a really good blowjob? I remember seeing a joke once, where the hypothetical perfect day was designed for both men and women. The female perfect day included a massage, shopping, and a nice evening of making love. The men started with a blowjob, a nap, another blowjob, lunch, another blowjob... you get the idea. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who enjoyed it.

Sometimes I like to watch Sam doing her thing, but this time I just laid back and closed my eyes, letting my senses of touch and hearing take in the myriad of sensations she was able to give me.

Sam mumbled something. Her lack of eloquence could be forgiven, since she had my cock jammed down her throat, and was gagging on it. It sounded spectacularly slutty... like a back alley blowjob with a hooker would sound. She slurped and sucked, spat and stroked... moaning her own enjoyment in harmony with my own.

I felt her soft, wet tongue snaking along the underside of my shaft, and she would occasionally pause her suction to lick the length of it, teasing my balls, and tasting my asshole. I suppose it's only fair, after I had my finger up her ass on Friday night.

Then my dick would again be surrounded by the warmth and suction of her mouth. I don't know what she did with Frank in the past, but I had to assume it was similar. It made me wonder even more how much of a moron he was to have cheated on this woman... this perfect, giving, loving, busty, buxom, seductive, beautiful woman. I wouldn't make that mistake, and I wouldn't take her for granted.

"Oh god, honey," I groaned, "you have no idea how good that feels."

Sam sucked harder, swirled her tongue around the head, and put a little twist in her hand motions, bringing the intensity up a notch. Now I opened my eyes to watch her, as she concentrated her efforts, focused totally on giving me pleasure.

Her eyes were closed, lips stretched tight around my thick shaft, while her head bobbed aggressively up and down. Saliva coated my skin, with excess causing a shine on her cheeks, as her hands stroked and squeezed the half of my length that became visible at the top of each stroke. When her eyes opened, I could see the determination in the deep blue-green orbs. She saw me observing her, and her eyes locked onto mine.

"Fuck! That's incredible! Suck my cock, baby! You're the best ever!" I gasped, feeling the kettle beginning to boil. After a full day of being flirted into oblivion, I was a lot more sensitive than usual. Sam's mouth had me on the verge already. I was hoping she wasn't expecting me to hold it back for long. Hmmm... do I ask for permission, or beg forgiveness?

Sam sucked harder still. Her eyes begged for it, and also told me how much she wanted me to feel good. I could see the love in them... with just a hint of wanton slut, who desperately anticipated getting a mouthful of hot, salty semen as a reward for her efforts.

"Mmmmm hmmm, mmmmm hmmm, mmmmmmmmm hmmmmmm," she moaned, jerking my dick furiously, with her lips clamped tight around the head. Her tongue doubled it's pace, writhing around my cockhead with purpose, trying to trigger the impending flood of cum. Permission given. No forgiveness required.

"Oh shit, that's it baby..." I hissed, grabbing a handful of her platinum locks. My hips began to involuntarily thrust, fucking the tight, clamping ring of her mouth. "Suck my cock! Suck it... Suck it... Suck it... Oh god... Gonna cum..." I got louder. Maybe a small part of me wanted Cassie and Chloe to hear us. "SUCK IT... OH GOD, GONNA CUM... GONNA CUM, NOWWWW!" I yelled, as my balls erupted, sending cum racing up, through my cock, and down her throat. Over and over, I felt the euphoric surge, and gushed my thick, copious load, while Samantha moaned, milking my shaft with both hands. She gulped and swallowed, sucking hard to draw out every drop, while my hands held her head tight. My cock twitched a final time, and I was spent, left gasping for breath.

I listened to Sam as she suckled gently on my withering tool, cleaning up the dregs and humming happily. From outside on the pool deck, I heard a distant giggle, and Chloe's voice.
"Atta girl, Mom!" she called out. "Suck that dick!"

Okay, they could hear us. That was now confirmed, and I laughed at the idea of Sam's daughter's rooting me on in their Mother's bedroom. Sam giggled, too, and pulled my exhausted member from her lips.

"Should I take a bow?" she asked, with a smile.

"If you like," I replied, rubbing my face to clear my head. "What I really think you should do is take a place up here, and let me return the favour. It's my turn to make you scream."

"Oooooooooo," she cooed, playing innocent. "Why Alex... You're such a gentleman!" Within seconds, we were holding each other again, in an embrace I would never get tired of repeating. My hands caressed her from top to bottom, spending quality time on my favourite parts of her body. I was soon face to pussy with her, resting between her long legs, which were spread wide in expectation. Her eyes peeked down past the full curves of her breasts, awaiting the touch of my tongue on her most intimate folds.

I was eager to taste her again, but in no hurry. The longer I took to get her off, the better it would be... although she might not share that opinion at the time. Orgasms were like wine; you can't just rush in, crush the grapes, and drink the juice. A little time improves the vintage.

Besides, after that blowjob, I was going to need a few minutes. I might as well put those minutes to good use.

A few months ago, in my apartment, I had done this for the first time. She had told me that her husband wasn't one to eat her pussy, his tongue having been absent from between her labia since her kids had been born. I promised her I would make it a more frequent occurrence if we stayed together.

I lied, of course. Not about eating her delicious pussy; that was never going to be anything but a heavenly task for me. No, I lied about doing it for her. I was being nothing but selfish, but if she had fun as well, that was fine.

I kissed the inside of one thigh, from her knee up to just below her succulent pussy. Then I did the same to the other thigh, making her squirm anxiously as I neared the top. She tried to move her juicy cunt lower, hoping to bring it into contact with my lips, but I maintained the gap, causing a whimper of frustration.

"Mmmmnnuh... Oh please, Alex," she groaned. "Don't make me beg, darling."

"Why not?" I asked with a cheeky lilt, rubbing my face against the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh, while giving her pretty pussy a close inspection. She was clearly as wound up by today's events as I had been, and was getting more excited by the second. Her lips were fully engorged, nearly purple, and pouting open, so I could see her bright pink inner surfaces, all of which were shiny with her juices. She looked about ready to explode.

"Tell me what you want, my love," I suggested. "Let me hear it in your voice."

Sam smiled, and took a deep breath. She knew the game I was playing, and was willing to participate. She would be vocal, and specific, for the benefit of our audience. It was highly unlikely that Chloe had closed her ears, and curiosity would keep Cassie nearby as well.

"You're a cruel, cruel man... teasing them like this," she whispered.

"You did see them pressing their bodies against me all day, didn't you?" I responded quietly.

"Yes. I'm not saying they don't deserve it," she smiled, "just that I'm their Mother, and I care."

"Care about this," I smirked, stabbing her dripping slit with my tongue.

"MmmmnahhhoooOOOOOOMYGOD!" she howled in surprise. "Oh FUCK YES! LICK MY PUSSY!"

That should get their attention, and it's what I'm here for.

She was soaked with her natural lubricant, and as I lightly trailed my tongue across her lips, I savoured the delicious flavour. Her scent was filling my nostrils while I kissed and tasted her sex. I couldn't help wondering if the girls had inherited their Mother's highly erotic pussy, as well as her bustline. They would undoubtedly make some men very happy, but I was more than satisfied with Sam.

Her clit was peeking out of its hood, and as I swirled my tongue around the sensitive, protruding pearl, she groaned and undulated her hips, continuing to play her role of narrator.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! YES PLEASE! SUCK MY CLIT, JUST LIKE THAT! SUCK IT! LICK IT! IT'S SO GOOOOOOOD!" she said loudly. Her hand had found the back of my head, and was holding my face in close proximity to her yuuuuuummmmmmmy snatch. I wasn't planning on leaving anyway; at least, not until I brought her to a screaming climax. Maybe more than one.

So I took my time, tracing her curves, folds, and openings. I used my fingers when my tongue needed a small respite, or when it needed a teammate in my quest to make her shriek. My saliva was added to her own juices to coat every surface between her legs, making gentle penetrations smooth and enjoyable, if her comments were any indication.

"Mmmmm, yes... Do it, baby! My ass!" she reminded me. I had been circling her tight little butt hole with a fingertip, and she wanted me to stop fucking around and jam it inside. My tongue was busy fluttering across her clit when I complied. "OH GOD! OH GOD YESSSS! FINGER MY ASS, BABY! I LOVE IT!"

I could imagine Cassie and Chloe looking at each other in surprise at the news that their Mother was becoming an anal addict. Someday soon, I would be introducing my dick to that opening. I think she was going to like it. Until then, I'd just keep teasing her with fingers and tongues.

I don't really know how long I was down there, feasting on her juicy cunt and probing her butt. It was quite a while; long enough that her body was begging for release. She still had a hand on my head, but her grip on my hair had become more urgent. Her thighs were vibrating, and she couldn't keep still, alternately clamping them around my head and opening them to maximum spread. Her breathing was now a staccato rhythm of short, sharp gasps and snorts, and her tummy would clench, then flutter softly as I continued to graze.

Oh... and she had invented a new language. It had all the same words as English, but none of the pauses between them.

"OhmyGODohmygodohmygodYESjustlikethat... YeahbabyILOVEITohyeah... LickmyclitYESsuckitohmygod...Uh huh... UhhuhTHAT'SITBABYDOITohgod... GonnacumgonnaCUMgonnacumgonna cuMMMMMMMMMM!"

She gasped once more, and her entire body spasmed, as the long overdue orgasm hit her. Her asshole tried to break my finger off, and her pussy gushed a fresh wave of ambrosia for me to slurp up.

"FUUUUUuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUK!" she screamed, wailing like an air raid siren. As her breath ran low, the scream petered out, and she wilted into the mattress, gasping for air.

From the pool deck below, applause was heard.

"Bravo! Bravo! Encore!" I heard. Still just one voice... Chloe's.

"Oh god, no... No encore!" Samantha giggled between breaths. "At least not yet. You'll kill me!"

"Well, we can't have that," I smiled, moving up the bed to rest on the pillow beside her. She smiled.

"Looks like I drowned you," she laughed, wiping excess juices from my cheeks with her thumb, and licking it clean. "Mmmmm. I'm good!"

"And modest, too," I laughed.

"You know what they say... It ain't bragging if it's true," she grinned, fanning herself with her hand. "God, honey... That one was incredible. You're spoiling me!"

I rolled on my side to face her, and my freshly hardened cock smacked her thigh.

"Oh shit... It's awake!" she giggled.

"Well you screamed loud enough to wake the dead, so there it is," I replied, flexing it to make it bob against her leg.

"Oh well. If you gotta go, it's not such a bad way to die," she smiled, spreading her legs wide again. "Fuck my brains out, baby! I'm all yours!"

It was an offer I couldn't refuse, and within seconds I was atop her, feeling the delectable sensation of her warm, wet, pussy stretching open around my intruding shaft. She was kissing me deeply, and as the base of my thick shaft met her clit, she snorted through her nose and moaned.

"Oooooooooo that's the spot," she whispered, looking into my eyes from very close range.

"I agree," I smiled, grinding against her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, as usual, and prepared herself for the onslaught to come. I changed it up a bit, and gave it to her deep, but gently, using long, slow strokes.

"Trying to make me scream again?" Sam asked breathlessly.

"Maybe," I grunted, driving my cock in fully. "Or maybe I'm being selfish. You're a pretty good fuck, and I like it long and slow sometimes."

"Pretty good?" she smirked. "Getting tired of me already? You said I was fantastic a few weeks ago."

"Just testing your humility," I whispered, bending to kiss her hard, as I picked up the pace a little. I could feel her big breasts brushing my chest as they rolled across hers in response to my thrusts.

The playful banter between us had really grown lately, a fair indication that we were extremely comfortable with each other; people who are totally in love often are. Sam saw me watching her tits wobbling wildly as I fucked her, and smiled.

"Would you like me on top, so you can play with them?" she asked, ever thoughtful. Of course, I knew she had ulterior motives, as well.

She wanted me to suckle her. From our first time together, she had always enjoyed my lips on her nipples. Yeah, I could do that.

I rolled off silently, feeling the cool air on my juice-slicked shaft as I laid back. Sam straddled me and smoothly impaled herself again, getting comfortable before leaning forward to dangle her huge breasts over my face.

"There," she giggled, pressing lower to surround my face with warm, soft, pillowy flesh. I felt the stiff nubs of her erect nipples, and turned my head to collect one in my mouth. I sucked it gently, then harder. She moaned, and began to work her hips up and down.

Dammit! She had fooled me again. She blinded me with my insatiable need to get my hands and lips on her full, perfect breasts, then took control of the situation. From her spot in the saddle, she could tease me mercilessly if she so wanted... and it appeared she did.

While I was gnawing on her nipples, she was doing that thing she does; the thing where she squeezes her pussy tight on the upstroke, pulling my dick out through her velvety grip. Then she relaxes that wet opening as she drops back down, letting it back inside easily. Repeat over and over. It felt like her pussy had fingers, and was giving me the ultimate hand job. It was maddeningly effective, and gave her total control over the intensity of our lovemaking. She was using it to her advantage.

"Mmmmm, that's it baby... suck Mommy's nipples," she groaned. "Make Mommy cum again, and I promise to make you cum, too, honey. Oh yes, you're gonna cum like a firehose!"

I suppose I could have unseated her, and taken back control, but I didn't mind being forced to suck her tits. Yeah, that's right... Forced. As if she had to twist my arm. So I remained in place, chewing on her nipples while she skewered herself enthusiastically. Her pussy was heavenly, sliding up and down my cock in a smooth rhythm that was making me crazy.

Samantha resumed her narration for the benefit of those within earshot.

"Oh fuck, baby, your cock is SO BIG AND THICK! IT FEELS SO GOOOOOOOD WAY UP INSIDE MY PUSSY! FUCK ME! YESSSS, FUCK ME!"

It's possible the rhythmic 'slap, slap, slap' of her firm ass meeting my thighs carried beyond the room, but there's no doubt that her screams did. I remained latched onto her left breast, suckling dutifully, and wishing I was getting more out of it, literally, than the pleasure of giving her pleasure. She snapped her head back and howled as she came again, then collapsed on my chest.

I let her lay there for a few seconds, catching her breath, before I rolled her off. I patted her ass, kneeling behind her, and she giggled, raising her rump higher for my access.

"Hmmm... You want to fuck me, puppy style, huh? Give it to me hard, honey. Jam that big cock up my cunt, and fill me with your hot cum!"

I nestled the head of my dick between her juicy lips, and pushed back inside her. She groaned, and rested her head on her crossed arms.

"Yeah, baby... That's it," she smiled.

I gripped her hips, and stroked into her smoothly, pulling her back against me with each thrust. The sharp slaps were louder now as I slammed deep into her hard, mixed with her moans and my grunts to form the soundtrack of sex. As we kept going, Sam turned up the volume.

"Ooooo!... Uhn!... Uhn!... UHN!... UHHHN!... OH FUCK!... FUCK!... FUCK ME!" she screeched.

"Oh god," I gritted my teeth, drilling her a final few times. "OH FUCK! Here it CUMMMMS, HONEY! I LOVE YOU!" My dick spewed a huge load of semen inside her, while I held on tight to her hips. She panted, and undulated her rump against me throughout.

"I love you too, baby," she whispered. "I'm sure that will raise a few questions," she giggled.

"Yeah... Sorry," I laughed. "Didn't mean to yell that out."

After Sam made a trip to the bathroom, she joined me back in her bed. We cuddled together, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

We were safe now. We were 'us' now, no longer hidden from view. Life was going to be great from here on.

I had no idea how right I was.

***

When I woke up, I was alone.

I had a sudden chill, thinking I might have dreamt the whole weekend, but then I recognized the room as Sam's, and knew I hadn't. I got up, splashed some water on my face, and dressed, heading downstairs.

The house was unnaturally quiet. I paused at the foot of the stairs and listened carefully, finally picking up the distant sound of Samantha's soft voice, coming from out back.

As I walked outside, Sam saw me, and smiled brightly. The smile made Cassie turn to see me, and she surprised me by smiling as well. She stood, and met me as I rounded the pool.

"Alex," she said softly, touching my shoulder respectfully, "I wanted to apologize for my comments earlier. I'm sorry. I was jealous, and surprised, and it came out in a way I didn't intend. If we're going to be seeing each other a lot in the future... and I believe my Mother has become rather attached to you, so it's very likely... Well, I just wanted you to know I won't be a problem." She stepped closer, and hugged me, then kissed me on the cheek. "Unless you ever hurt her, that is," she smiled, softening the threat.

"Understood," I nodded, and we both joined Sam and Chloe at the table.

"Are you my new Daddy?" Chloe giggled as we sat down.

"Alright, you two," Sam smiled, "I think you should go get dressed for dinner, now. We're going out to celebrate." Both girls nodded, and headed inside. Sam waited a few seconds, then turned to me.

"Um, honey... I have a question. It's something I hadn't really thought about, but I've already done it. You haven't."

I'm sure the confusion showed on my face, so she continued.

"Kids," she clarified. "Obviously, I've got the girls, but you've never been a Daddy. Being one to them really won't count, since they're older than you are. We never talked about it. Do you want children?"

Hmmm. That's a good question. I was so busy falling in love with you, I didn't even think about that. It's the only difficulty our age difference presents that can't be overcome by attitude.

"Off the top of my head? I don't know. I suppose I had the usual image of myself as a husband and father. That was before I put you in the picture though. I will say this; I don't want kids enough to give you up, if you don't want more."

"Me?" she giggled. "I'm afraid that ship has long since sailed, with a ligation and menopause in my past. No... If we're having kids, they're not coming out of me."

"So adoption?" I asked. I had been paying attention to Sam carefully, and didn't notice that we had company.

"How about me?" I heard from behind.

I turned to find Chloe smiling at me, wearing a very nice dress.

"I'll have it for you," she beamed. "I'd be honoured."

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On The Train Ch. 05
Sam and Alex talk about the future, on a day off from work.
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It was Tuesday, the day after Sam's daughters went back to their respective homes, and I was on the train as it came to Sam's stop. I had gone home last night, well after midnight. Our celebration dinner on Sunday night had gone long, and I had received hugs from both Cassie and Chloe when I left for home. They flew out, to their respective locations, on Monday, so Alex had been missing from yesterday's commute.

Poor planning had forced me from her bed late last night, so that I could have a chance to change for work in the morning. I hadn't slept that well for the remainder of the evening.

All night, questions had been racing through my head. Questions about the future.

Questions about our future.

Was I being selfish, thinking we had a life together? She was free now, unchained from her cheating husband. Maybe she wanted to stay free? Maybe I was just a stop along the way, and she wanted someone more her own age? And then there was the question of children, so maddeningly raised by Chloe. Kids had never been a priority for me, but I suppose my mental images of married life included rug rats at some point.

Maybe I was overthinking things, and making myself crazy for no reason?

My thoughts were pushed aside when motion appeared in my unfocused field of view. It was Sam, who plunked herself down beside me, wearing a smile a yard wide.

"Hi!" she giggled, snuggling against me. There was no reason to hide anymore. Frank was history. The girls were in the loop, and had gone home, happy for their mother and me. As for the other passengers on the train... well, let them find their own perfect woman.

That electric smile wasn't the only thing she was wearing. Her dress fit like a glove, and was showing more cleavage than anything I'd ever seen her wear to work. She saw my eyes lingering on her breasts.

"What do you think?" she asked, shaking her shoulders slightly.

"I think it's a good thing it's summer, or you could catch a chest cold," I said softly. "With a chest like yours, that could be life-threatening."

"Well," she chuckled, "I've got this boyfriend, who just loves my boobs. I thought we might get together at lunchtime, for a noon quickie, and wanted to make sure he remembered what was waiting for him. Do you think he'll go for it?"

"Yeah, I think he just might," I laughed. "How are you this morning, baby?" I leaned closer, and kissed her gently, feeling eyes on us from all around. Those who were familiar with us riding together probably noted the change in behaviour. We'd never kissed in public before. It felt strange, but nice.

"I didn't sleep well," she pouted. "Too excited. I missed you. You're not going to leave me all alone in that big house again tonight, are you?"

"No, honey," I told her. "I'm sorry. I needed to change, and had to think a few things through. You're a bit of a distraction for me, you know? Can you forgive me?"

"Forgive what?" she smiled, cuddling in under my arm. "I hope those thoughts weren't anything bad. Can I help at all? Is it about me?"

Not that I had ever tried, but there was no fooling Sam. It may sound sexist, but I think women in general are more emotionally perceptive than men, and Sam, in particular, had always read me quite well. I had never lied to her, and wasn't going to start now. She asked. I would tell her.

That didn't mean it was going to be easy, however. I took a deep breath.

"Okay... I'll spill it. I'm sure it's just me being paranoid," I said, looking into her sexy eyes, "but I'll tell you."

I paused, and took another breath. I wish I was as sure about my paranoia as I sounded. What if I was right? What if she really did want her freedom? What if I was wrong, and she misunderstood my concerns as not wanting her? What if... Oh fuck, just spit it out, before you drive yourself insane!

"Sam, honey, I hope you know what you mean to me," I began. "I love you, but I don't want to assume anything when it comes to the future. You're free of Frank, and deserve to stay free, if that's what you want. I won't make a fuss if you want to seek out someone else. It's your life."

It came out easier than I expected, but I'm not sure it sounded the way I meant it. I'm also not sure I could explain it any better, without breaking down into a babbling fool. Please say you understand.

She gave me a little smirk, and dug into her purse, coming out with her phone. She scrolled down, and placed a call.

"Hi, Marcy, it's Samantha," she said quietly. "I'm afraid I need to take a personal day, today. I have a few things to deal with that absolutely require my attention, right now. Right. I'll see you tomorrow." She pushed the 'end' button, and looked at me. "Your turn. I'm not leaving your side until we get this sorted out."

That sounds promising, I thought, reaching into my pocket. A minute later, I was set to play hookey from work, too. The ball was back in her court.

"Okay. Now, we need someplace to talk," she smiled, "among other things. I'm thinking... The Westin, on the waterfront, so let's stay on one extra stop. Sound good?"

Let's see... I began the day, thinking I would be spending a typically dreary Monday at work, worrying about our future. Then you say we're meeting for a nooner, get me to talk, and now we're going to spend the day together, at one of the city's most luxurious hotels? Yeah, I think it sounds just fine.

Sam lifted my arm, and wrapped it around her, cuddling tight against my side. I felt her big breasts squashed between us, and glanced down at her deep cleavage. This might indeed be a day to remember.

Unless she's giving me a final tumble, to ease the pain. There's that paranoia again.

We passed the rest of the trip to our stop in silence, with Sam pressing herself deliciously against me. At last, the train slowed, and she stood up, grabbing her purse. We were standing by the door when the train stopped sharply.

Sam stumbled, and I caught her, just as I had back when we started. The only difference was that this time, she had done it on purpose, and made no effort to pull away, maintaining the contact between her chest and mine for as-long-as possible. The doors opened, and people started to flow out, around us, while I held her. Her lips found mine.

The rest of the commuters were surprisingly polite, merely going around us without comment, although there was one who told us to 'get a room' as she went by.

"Yes. Let's get that room," Samantha smiled, leading me out by the hand.

It was a three-block stroll to the Westin, and we took our time, making use of cross traffic to get in a few more lingering kisses. At last, I followed her sexy rear end, watching her skirt swish, as her heels clicked on the polished marble of the hotel lobby. She led us to the counter.

"Hello!" the brunette behind the reception desk smiled. Her name tag said Margaret.

"Hi... Margaret," Sam smiled back. "We'd like a room, please. Something nice, with a view of the water. Something very nice. A suite, perhaps?"

"Certainly, Ma'am," Margaret said, pecking her keyboard. "For how long?"

"Checking out tomorrow morning," Sam answered. She leaned forward, and whispered something I didn't hear. The two women giggled, and Margaret cast a glance my way with a smile.

"Okay. I have two options for you; the Bridal suite, and the Owners' suite. Both have water views, but the Owners' suite has a bigger balcony," Margaret offered.

"We'll take the Owners' suite," Sam smiled, sliding her card across the counter.

Within minutes, Sam and I were in the elevator. There was a slot for our key card, and when we inserted it, the elevator doors closed, and it started upward briskly. There wasn't even a button for the floor we were headed to.

As the elevator slowed, Sam took my hand. The doors opened.

"Wow!" I gasped, as we stepped out. I was expecting hallway, but instead, we found ourselves in the living area of the suite. It was like something you'd see in a movie, but this wasn't a movie.

"Oh! That's why we had to use our card! It's a private floor!" Sam giggled. "This could be fun, honey. I had no idea this even existed."

Together, we explored the suite, from the bar and kitchen area, to the huge deck outside, to a second bedroom. The living room was very luxurious, with a long, soft leather couch that would definitely be seeing some action, but we still hadn't found the master bedroom. There was only one door left... a big, double portal, across the corner of the living room. We stopped in front of it. Sam looked at me, excited by the situation.

"You want to open it, or should I?" she asked.

"Please. It was your idea," I gestured, and watched her reach for the brass lever. She turned it.

"Oh my god!" she gasped, stepping into the room, which was larger than most living rooms. "I think I'm in heaven!"

"Me too," I breathed. "That makes you an angel, right?"

She glanced at me and blushed, then sauntered over to the bed, which dominated the room. It seemed much bigger than just a king-size, and had four beefy posts holding up a large, ornate canopy.

Sam kicked off her heels, and giggled girlishly, jumping onto the massive bed. She rolled onto her back.

"Ooooo, a mirror! Kinky! I've never watched myself having sex before," she smiled, as I came out of the ensuite bath area, which housed, among other things, a sauna, and giant soaking tub.

"How much is this costing you, Sam?" I asked her, feeling guilty that she was doing this because I needed reassuring.

"Don't know, and don't care," she giggled. "You're worth it, and I can afford it, so put it out of your head. Sounds to me like there's enough going on up there anyway, without adding to it. Now, my love, I suggest you come over here, and let me relax you." Her gaze dropped deliberately to my crotch, and she licked her lips.

A little 'relaxing' sounded like a wonderful idea. It had been several hours since I'd had the very great pleasure of her exquisite lips on my cock. I missed that heavenly sensation, even if it had only been since last night.

I disrobed as I moved across the room toward her, I had only my underwear left when I reached the bed. She welcomed me onto my back, in the centre of the mattress, and peeled the last item of clothing off over my hips.

My dick was only semi-hard, but didn't stay that way long, as she slurped it into her throat, sucking it full depth. I just laid back, and watched the mirror above me. It was like watching a virtual-reality porn movie on a big-screen TV, as Sam, still fully clothed, bobbed her platinum blonde head in my lap. Channel one, overhead, was a unique perspective on the blowjob, but channel two, the POV version was more fun to watch, as Sam's lips stretched around my thick shaft, and her spectacular eyes looked up into mine.

Samantha had planned to relax me, but that's not exactly what her mouth was doing. Laying with my arms behind my head, I passively accepted her attention, moaning softly, while she manipulated my cock expertly, making it harder and more un-relaxed. The pressure was building gradually, and I was breathing harder with each passing moment. She was increasing my desperation to cum, and driving me insane.

"Oh shit, Sam, I hope you know how incredible that feels," I groaned, stroking her hair softly. As soon as I said it, I knew it was a stupid question. She knew me so well. She knew my needs and wants implicitly. She wasn't using anything but her best, most effective technique on me, and it was only a matter of time before it had the desired results.

"Yeah, baby, getting close," I grunted. "Oh fuck, it's so good. You're the best! Fuck, I'm gonna cum, honey! Suck it! Yeah, suck it harder! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"

I watched my own face in the reflection above me. Why is it women have a look of contentment and bliss on their faces during orgasm, but men look like a chimp having an epileptic fit? I hadn't seen my own 'O' face before. I guess Sam must love me more than I thought.

Anyway, embarrassing appearances aside, I was spewing the contents of my balls down her throat, to her accompanying moans of happiness. Sam was gulping it back, sucking smoothly, and milking every drop from me. As the last spasm waned, I flopped on the bed, spent.

Well, she wanted me to relax, and in my current, gelatinous state, I was about as relaxed as I could get. Any more relaxed and I'd be dead. I watched Samantha wiggle across the bedroom floor, and could just see her in the bar area, getting a drink. She came back, put the drink down, and reached behind her, unzipping the sexy blue dress. It was placed on a hanger, in the large closet, looking very lonely. Her bra and panties found a place on the floor, along with my stuff, until she picked up my pants, shirt and jacket, hanging them beside the dress.

"We'll be heading to work from here tomorrow. Best not to look too wrinkled," she smiled, easing into the bed beside me. "Alright, my darling. Ready to tell me what's going on inside your head? What's got you all worried?"

I looked at our reflection in the overhead mirror. If I do say so myself, we made a very nice couple. Certainly, she was everything I could ever want from a woman. Kind, honest, caring, perceptive, fun-loving, playful... and then there's that body, which was being pressed so delightfully against me right now. Beautiful, sexy, buxom and built for pleasure, that body had no equal, in my experience. Any man who wanted more than Samantha could offer was probably also looking for unicorns in his spare time. They just didn't exist. I loved her, with every fibre of my being. I knew I had found the one, but it wasn't only my decision.

Sam waited patiently, resting her head on my chest. Her fingers traced idle circles around my nipples, as though doodling on a notepad, and her breathing tickled my skin.

"Alex?" she probed, hoping to break the inertia. "Talk to me, honey. I'm here. Together, we can work through anything."

Well, she was saying all the right words; 'we', 'together', that sort of thing. Here goes nothing.

"I just don't want you to look at your life twenty years from now, and come to the conclusion that being with me was a mistake. You've been disappointed by one partner already. That's enough for a lifetime."

The room was silent again, as she considered her response. It took longer than I was hoping for, and the vacuum was killing me.

"Alex," she finally replied. "I can't foresee the future. What I'll think twenty years from now... No one can say. All I can say for sure is that I Love You, right here, right now, and I want us to be together. You make me very happy. I'd forgotten how good that felt with Frank. Now that he's gone, I feel like a great weight has been lifted off my life, and you helped me lift it. I owe you for that."

"That's exactly what I mean. I don't want you to feel like you owe me anything. If you want to be free, you should be," I said softly.

"Poor choice of words on my part," she shook her head, sitting up to look into my eyes. "I'm not repaying a debt by being with you. I'm here because you are what I want my spouse to be. My big concern is that you'll get tired of being with an old lady, especially after both Cassie and Chloe threw themselves at you."

"So, if I'm hearing you right, we're both concerned about being good enough for each other," I smiled, suddenly feeling a whole lot better.

"That's correct," she nodded. "I'm not looking for anyone else. I Love You."

"Well, you... Samantha Fordham... are everything I could ever want in a woman. I stopped seriously looking at anyone else the day I met you. I Love You too."

"Hmmmm. Then we have a serious problem, don't we?" she giggled. Her lips moved closer to mine.

"Yep, a real pickle," I laughed. "What to do for the next forty or fifty years?"

Our lips met, and Sam moaned softly, rolling atop me. Her luscious, soft body pressed against me, my favourite feeling in the world. Her kisses were gentle, and loving, reassuring me further. Crisis averted.

"I have an idea how we can start," she whispered, between kisses.

I had the same idea. Her lovely, prescription quality blowjob, meant to relax me so we could talk out the problem, had done the job perfectly. Now that we had discussed things, I felt better. Much, much better, and having her body, so soft and exciting, pressed against me was allowing those better feelings to reach my dick. He stood up to volunteer his services.

I rolled us over, and her hand immediately guided my refreshed erection into her wet depths. It slid in so easily, parting her juicy labia smoothly.

"Oh yes, that's exactly what I was thinking. Just like that. I'm never going to get tired of your big cock, so deep inside my pussy," she hissed, grabbing my ass with both hands. "Tell me, darling; does divorced pussy feel different from unhappily married pussy?"

That was a comparison I never thought I'd make.

"Well," I giggled, "I'd have to say that the divorced model seems more relaxed. Less distracted. It might take me a few more trials to come to an informed decision."

"A few more, huh?" she smiled, looking up at me with those incredible green eyes. Her arms were loose around my neck, and her legs wrapped tighter around my waist. "How many more?"

"Oh, I don't know. One or two... thousand. I'll get back to you," I smiled back, and kissed her.

All kidding aside, there did seem to be something different about this time. Not her pussy, of course. That succulent crevice was every bit as warm, tight, and juicy as it had always been, since our first time in the train restroom. The difference was emotional. Certainly, once Sam received the news that her divorce was final, that afternoon session, within earshot of her daughters, had been an energetic celebration. It was one helluva fuck.

Several times, we had made love gently, letting our deeper emotions set the pace. Those sessions had been very satisfying, and protracted.

Today, was unique, however. There was no longer any reason to hold back anything, and we didn't, letting our love for each other pour out, uninhibited.

Coming here today, Samantha had intended to give us a neutral, if luxurious, location to talk through the few doubts I had about our potential future. Talk is great, but this was even better.

Humans don't think in words; we think in images, and there are literally unlimited images to choose from, floating through our minds. Those images get personalized by our own emotions, and people don't even realize the connections that their brains build between the two. The point is that words, no matter how carefully considered, fall woefully short at conveying those images and emotions. The phrase 'a picture is worth a thousand words' is even inadequate. Language is that watered down.

This connection, however, was not. Much more clear and concise than any words ever could be, it told me things about our future together than no conversation could approach, because I could feel them. Her emotions came out, loud and clear, no translation required. They told me I needn't have worried.

Samantha's kisses and caresses very eloquently conveyed her feelings about our future. My thoughts shifted from our distant future, to the more immediate, more intimate one. The one where my cock was buried balls-deep in her succulent pussy.
"Mmmmm, yes, my darling, that's it. Fuck my pussy. You make it feel so good, I'm never letting you go. You're mine, honey. Forever and ever," she smiled, her eyes on my face. "You're so perfect for me, baby."

"And you for me," I replied, kissing her deeply while slowly stroking into her cunt.

"Mmmmm, harder," she breathed, closing her eyes in contentment. "Fuck me harder."

"Do this, do that, fuck me harder. Next you'll be telling me to marry you," I whispered, increasing my pace.

"Hmmmm, sounds good, but let's let the ink on the divorce dry, first," she giggled. "For now, just fuck me, with your big, hard cock. Fuck me, and make me scream. Fuck my brains out."

So, I did, on the gigantic, opulent bed, in the ultra-luxurious, private, Owners' suite, of a very expensive hotel. I fucked her, long and hard, through several screeching orgasms, until she begged me, gasping for air, to stop.

***

It was early afternoon when we woke up from our nap. We had quickly dressed, and swiped our card at the elevator, which arrived seconds later, whisking us down to the lobby, where Sam took my hand, and led us at a casual pace outside.

"I'm sure you're hungry," she giggled, leaning against me. "How does sushi sound?"

"Always good," I nodded, and let her lead me into the mall in the lower level of a nearby office building. Inside, there was indeed a sushi restaurant, and we ate a very nice lunch, with her introducing me to a few rolls that I hadn't tried before. It was tasty, and filling, and recharged my batteries.

After lunch, we strolled through the mall, finding a few shops for Sam to wander through. One, in particular, was interesting to me as well.

"Hello! Welcome to Yvonne's Intimates," the nicely built redhead smiled as Sam led us into the shop. "Are you looking for anything in particular?"

"Well, I don't know exactly. We were just walking past, and saw your window. I suppose I'll know it when I see it." Samantha glanced at me, and giggled, hooking her thumb in my direction. "Or when he sees it!"

"Hmmmm, yes," the clerk nodded, giving me a quick once-over. "The target audience is very important, isn't it? Feel free to browse as much as you'd like. I think you'll find plenty of options in your size. We cater especially to women of, um, impressive dimensions," she gestured. Indeed, she was quite well endowed herself. "I'm Yvonne. If you have any questions, just ask."

"Thank you so much, Yvonne," Sam smiled, and took my hand. "Come with me, target audience," she chuckled.

I love lingerie. I suppose most men would say pretty much the same thing, although most, myself included, are more interested in what's in the lingerie, than the garments themselves. Having a taste for women with, as Yvonne had put it, 'impressive dimensions', it had become apparent that lingerie was intended to make those who lacked those impressive attributes look a little less lacking. In other words, if you already have big tits, you were out of luck in the mainstream of women's lingerie.

Thankfully, this was not a mainstream lingerie shop, Yvonne was right; there were plenty of options. Plenty of silky, filmy, scanty, sexy options, most of which I greatly looked forward to viewing on my luscious Samantha's body.

At least until they came off, and we got down to more important things.

Sam was using me as her personal shopping cart, and within minutes, my fingers were full of hangers. Bras, panties, teddies, a bustier, a merry widow, and even a few that I couldn't put a description to, were in my hands, feeling just soooooo fucking sexy. The fabric alone had my dick twitching in expectation.

"Finding what you want?" Yvonne asked, ostensibly to Sam, but her gaze was on me. It could be a flirt, an occupational habit, or a merchant asking a question of the target audience. She was very pretty, with huge blue eyes, framed by black glasses, and very seductive lips. Her boyfriend must have a lot of fun with that body of hers, which was nearly as 'impressive' as Sam's, but I wasn't doing anything more than window-shopping her curves.

After all, I said I stopped seriously looking at other women the day I met Samantha. I didn't say I went blind.

"I think so," Sam replied. "Won't know for sure until I try a few things on."

"The dressing rooms are back there," Yvonne pointed. "Your young man is welcome to join you. We've made accommodations for just such situations. Enjoy."

When Sam had filled her cart... me... to capacity, she led back to the dressing area. Yvonne was right. They had planned for this situation. Each changing room was inside another room, curtained off from the others, with a nice, soft, comfortable lounge chair for husbands, or in this case, me, to rest in.

"Very nice," Sam smiled, emptying my hands of goodies. "Take a seat, sweetie. I'll give you a show." She began by getting naked, yet again, before my eyes. "Anything in particular you want me to start with?"

"Surprise me," I smiled, taking my seat, and tilting back with my feet up.

So, it began. I sat, and watched as a private parade of revealing undergarments was played out for me. The one common factor was Samantha, and her incredibly erotic body, spilling out of one outfit after another. This was my kind of shopping.

"How is it going? Everything fitting all right?" Yvonne asked, poking her head into my seating area. I wondered if she saw the bulge in my pants, caused by the fashion show up to this point.

"For the most part. This bra doesn't quite seem right, which is a shame. I kind of like it," Samantha said, stepping out of the change room.

I kind of liked it too. It was lilac coloured, with white lace trim, as was the pair of tiny panties that went with it.

"Hmmmm," Yvonne said softly. She stepped right in, and wasted no time, reaching for the straps of the bra. Satisfied with that adjustment, she stood behind Sam, and turned them to face the mirror. Her hands came up under my lovely lady's breasts, and hefted them gently. "I think we have the wrong size here. I know he probably likes the 'overflowing cups' look, but it's not as comfortable as it could be." She spun Samantha around again, and tugged at the cups of the bra. "When is the last time you were fitted?"

"Fitted? For a bra? Never!" Sam laughed. "Trial and error. That's how I did it. I never thought I had an option to do otherwise."

"So I thought," Yvonne nodded. "You're not alone. It's estimated that three out of four women are wearing the wrong size, and almost all of them feel the same way you do. The numbers are even higher among women such as ourselves, with breasts that fall outside what the industry considers standard. I suppose it's to be expected. Rather hard to please everyone, but it does seem a bit unfair to those of us who are packing more than a D-cup. What size did you wear in?"

"36DD," Sam answered, plucking the garment off the hook, and handing it over.

"Not a chance," Yvonne laughed. "You are no more a double D than I am! Before I was properly fitted, I wore a 34D. Actually, 'wore' is the wrong word. 'Confined by' would be more appropriate. I'm actually a 30F, by the way," she smiled, glancing at me out the corner of her eye. "Just from looking at you, I would guess you're an F as well, if not more, but we'll let the tape measure tell us. Shall we?"

Yvonne led the way, followed by Samantha, still wearing the ill-fitting bra, with me in the rear, out of curiosity. We went into the next room, and she drew the curtain.

"Okay, so here's the deal. When it comes to bras, things have changed. I suppose it had to, as women became prevalent in more and more areas of business. Men," she smiled, staring me down, "have no fucking idea how bra sizes work. They focus on the number, as if that's the defining factor. Tell me, my friend... let's assume a woman actually measures 36-24-36...the stereotypical hourglass figure. What size bra does she wear?"

I wasn't biting. She was trying to show me up, but I have been on the Internet once or twice.

"Not enough information," I replied.

"Good answer," Yvonne smiled. "There's hope for you." She turned, and unhooked the bra behind Sam's back, sliding it off. Sam giggled, and dropped it on a chair, glancing at me. She smiled.

There was something very hot about having my darling Sam standing topless in a room, with another woman handling her breasts, while I watched. Yvonne cupped the big globes, and squeezed them softly, causing Sam's eyes to flutter shut in pleasure. The nipples stood taller, and it wasn't from the air conditioning.

Yvonne fished a tape measure out of her pocket, and wrapped it around Samantha's ribs, just below her breasts. She sawed it back and forth a few times, sliding it up into the crease under the breasts.

"Inhale please," she said softly, and Sam complied. "Now exhale. Good. Thank you." Yvonne noted the numbers on a pad of paper. "Okay, arms up, please."

She moved the tape up, bisecting Sam's erect nipples, and took another measurement. That number was written down, and she moved Sam's arms back down, repeating the measurement.

"Lean forward, please. Try to get your back as close to level as possible," she asked, holding the tape loosely. Sam did, letting her big tits hang, as she often did in my face while riding my cock. Yvonne adjusted the tension on the tape measure, to just encompass the hanging globes without cutting in. That number was noted. "Okay, just one more. Lie down please, on the table," she smiled, spreading the tape across the table. Sam laid down, and Yvonne took the last measurement.

"Alright. That should do it," Yvonne pronounced. "Samantha, you really do have lovely breasts. They don't sag too much, despite their size. Hanging, they stretch out a bit, and of course, they spread when you lay down, but that's to be expected. They're pretty big! If breasts were solid, we wouldn't need to allow for the way they change shape in various positions, but they're not solid, are they?" She bounced on her toes, jiggling her own perfect pair in response. "If they were solid, we wouldn't need a bra at all!"

She looked at the numbers on the paper, doing a few calculations. She picked up the lilac and lace bra, and walked out.

"Be right back," she called over her shoulder.

Samantha rolled on her side, still virtually naked, and looked at me.

"Well, I don't know about you," she giggled, "but I'm horny as hell. Who knew getting fitted for a bra was so arousing? She's got a very gentle touch. I think she's going to do well here."

I didn't get a chance to answer, as Yvonne swept back into the room.

"Here you go. Try this one," she smiled, handing the bra to Samantha. "This should be perfect."

Sam took the garment, and wriggled into it, looking in the mirror. Yvonne stood behind her, fastening the hooks, and adjusting the shoulder straps.

"Okay Yvonne, I'm officially impressed. This does fit perfectly, and it's so comfortable! You're a genius!" Sam grinned.

"It's pretty simple, really," Yvonne nodded. "Your ribcage measures just under 34 inches, so a 36 was waaaaay too big. Then there's the cups, which were waaaaay too small. You measure, on average, 7 inches larger around your breasts than your ribs. One inch per cup size... A, B, C, D, E, F, G," she smiled holding up seven fingers as she counted. "Voilà. 34G, and now that you have the proper fit, you have even more options. You'd be surprised how much better other clothes look when things underneath are the right size."

Samantha turned to me. I had to admit, she looked very good. The face-on, bulging boobs effect had been lessened somewhat... a regrettable loss... but as she turned, I saw what a difference it made to her profile. Those breasts projected further away from her body, no longer squished into cups that were simply too small. She looked bigger than ever, and my dick took notice. Sam glanced down, and saw the tent in my pants.

"I was going to ask what you thought, but I can see the answer," she giggled. "Honey, could you get the other bras from the change room, and give them to Yvonne, so she can get me the right sizes."

"Will do," I smiled, and stood up, losing any camouflage my position might have provided for my erect state. Both women smiled as they saw it, and I heard the girl-talk starting as I left. Of course, it was hardly a long journey, being just the next room, and I was back with the other four bras in seconds, but I held back, just out of sight, but within earshot. A little harmless eavesdropping, couldn't hurt.

"... look very happy together. Have you been a couple long?" Yvonne asked.

"Let's see. About ten months, all together. I just got divorced, and he's been reminding me that life goes on. He's the best thing that ever happened to me. I love him," Samantha replied, telling a total stranger our story. A total stranger who had seen her half naked, and held her breasts, but still a total stranger.

"Here you go," I smiled, stepping in briskly. I had heard enough, and handed the bras to Yvonne. Sam got a kiss.

"Alright. You go back to trying things on," Yvonne smiled back, "and I'll exchange these for 34G sizes."

Sam took my hand, and literally dragged me back to the dressing room. Once inside, she drew the curtain. Her hand went immediately to the lump in my pants, and she wasted no time unzipping my fly. Seconds later, my cock was extracted, being caressed to full hardness by her hand.

I'm sure the look on my face conveyed the mixture of arousal and alarm I was feeling. Arousal, for obvious reasons, and alarm because Yvonne would be back any second with the other bras.

"She said to enjoy," Sam purred, dropping to her knees. "I'm going to enjoy this."

Her mouth opened, and for the second time today, I felt those lips sliding down my cock. It was, as always, the most exquisite sensation, made more so by her beautiful eyes looking up at me, and the fact that we were in a semi-public place. I closed my eyes, and leaned against the wall.

"Here you g... Oh!" Yvonne gasped, as the curtain flew open. Under normal circumstances, I would have tried to cover up, but Sam was sucking that reflex right out of my body.

"Is this what you meant by 'accommodating the situation', Yvonne?" I asked softly, watching Sam's head bob gently on my cock.

Yvonne was watching, too, and her eyes never left my spit soaked shaft, smeared with Sam's lipstick, as she answered.

"Um, yeah. This is pretty much exactly the situation I meant." She made no move to close the curtain, or to leave, and the initial expression of shock melted away into one of lust and excitement. "Mind if I watch for a while?"

What was I going to say? Yes, I mind? Please stop watching my lovely Samantha giving me one of her exceptional blowjobs, in public? Please stop making it even more erotic than it already is? I said nothing. Silence is consent, right?

So, Yvonne leaned against the door frame, and took in the scene. Sam barely acknowledged the presence of our audience, fully engaged in swallowing the last few millimetres of my shaft.

"She seems good at that," Yvonne observed.

"Good is something of an understatement," I moaned, my fingers tangled in Samantha's platinum mane. I turned my attention back to Sam, her lips clamped around the base of my cock. When she pulled back to take a much-deserved breath, I heard Yvonne moan.

"Jesus! That's so hot!" she sighed. I looked at her again, and saw her hand between her legs, her skirt bunched up around her waist. Her nipples were poking into the silky smoothness of her blouse. "Nice cock, too."

Sam was diligently deep-throating my hard dick, drawing my orgasm ever closer. I tried to keep my attention on her, as it was only polite to do so, but Yvonne wasn't making it easy, openly masturbating mere feet away. Fate stepped in, and solved my dilemma.

Bing!

"Aww, shit!" Yvonne cursed, knowing the bell meant another customer. "Just when it was getting really good!" She smoothed her skirt, and gave us a last glance, then went out to see who it was.

I had no such concerns. The only person that mattered was currently moaning softly, sending vibrations up my cock. It tickled, and also felt fabulous, as always. I looked down at her, past her eyes and lips, at her new and improved cleavage, which appeared much longer from this angle. A final moan from her tripped the circuit.

"Fuck, Sam, I'm cumming!" I gasped quietly, and began to squirt into her sucking mouth. She pulled back, locking her lips around the head of my cock, and stroking the shaft with both hands.

The curtain parted, and Yvonne was back, just in time for the climax of the show, such as it was. Sam wasn't showing it, simply swallowing my semen while mewling happily.

"Damn! I missed it! Was it good?" Yvonne grinned.

Sam released me, letting my slowly wilting penis pop out of her mouth, while I slid into a seated position on the floor, breathing hard.

"I can only speak for myself," Sam smiled, licking her fingertips, and checking her lipstick in the mirror, "but I'd say yes, it was very good. His cum always is. Delicious."

Yvonne looked down at me, with my expired dick still hanging out, glistening with Sam's saliva and the remnants of my cum. I gave her a weak thumbs-up signal.

"My boyfriend is really going to get it tonight," she giggled, and left us to finish trying on Sam's choices.

I was a little fuzzy for the duration, sitting quietly on the chair, watching Samantha cycling through several outfits. Finally, she finished, and dressed for departure.

***

Yvonne put Samantha's purchases in no less than four stylish pink bags, and handed them to me.

"Have a lovely day. Please come again," she grinned, clearly aware of the double entendre.

"Oh, believe me, he will!" Sam giggled. "You'll be seeing me again, that's for sure, and I'll be telling all my friends where to come for their undies from now on."

"Thank you. I really appreciate that!" Yvonne smiled.

Linked together at the arms, Samantha and I left the shop, and headed back in the general direction of the hotel.

"We need to make one more stop," she said softly, leaning against me closer. "I didn't come prepared for all this, um, activity. We should get a bottle of lube, just to be sure, for tonight."

"Mmmmm, sounds promising," I laughed. "Okay. You're the boss. After that last blowjob, I don't think I can find my way home without you."

"All part of my plan to become an indispensable part of your life," she giggled back.

"Well, it's working," I replied, stopping in place. Sam turned to face me, and placed a soft, loving kiss on my lips. We held each other for a minute, then continued our walk. "So, darling... Which of your new outfits are you going to wear tonight?"

"Let's just keep that a surprise, shall we? I didn't show you everything I bought," she smiled.

"Really?" I asked, peeking in the bags.

"I'll take those, thank you!" she gasped, snatching the pink bags from me. "You just concentrate on walking."

That was about the extent of my physical skills at this point, so I nodded.

"Left, right, left, right, left..." I muttered, plodding along.

***

The elevator doors opened, and we once again stepped into the living room of our suite.

"I'm still astounded that this place exists," Sam smiled, "and that it's ours for today." She put her four bags of lingerie, and the one containing the jumbo bottle of lube, on the bar. "Now remember... No peeking!"

She walked around to the other side of the bar, and perused the contents of the glass shelving. I could see her reflection in the mirror, looking at me thoughtfully, and she smiled.

"This should do," she said confidently, picking up the bottle of brandy from the shelf. "The contents of the bar are included in the rate to stay here," she continued, "so we don't need to worry about extra charges. I intend to stay very mellow for the balance of the evening." She poured herself half a snifter full, and swirled the glass, sniffing the contents. "Yes, very nice."
"Is there a reason you need to stay mellow?" I asked. "I'm not getting on your nerves already, am I?"

"Heavens, no!" she giggled, taking a sip. "It's a surprise, darling. Just trust me. All will be revealed soon enough. For now, I'm going to have a long soak in the tub. You can join me if you like? Or maybe a bit of a nap would serve you better. You're going to need your energy."

Since I was pretty sure she didn't have a hike in the mountains in mind, her admonishing statement about conserving energy was intriguing. I had a feeling there was a bed involved.

Sam disappeared into the bathroom, and I laid back on the comfy leather couch, flipping the TV to something mindless. I was asleep soon after.

I don't have any idea how long I was asleep, but I was wakened by soft lips on mine. I opened my eyes to see Samantha's green orbs looking back at me.

"Hi, baby," she smiled, standing up as she did. She was clad in one of the thick, soft robes from the bathroom. She walked slowly over to the bar, and refilled her brandy. "I'm all ready for you." She raised her glass in a toast.

"How many of those have you had?" I asked.

"This makes three," she giggled, "but it's for medicinal purposes. You see," she nodded, unwrapping herself, "tonight, you're going to fuck my ass!"

The robe hit the floor, revealing my luscious, if somewhat drunken Samantha, wearing nothing but a fishnet bodysuit, red in colour. It covered her from her toes to her neck in a coarse but silky mesh that accentuated her curves, and was crotch-less, of course, giving me access to both her holes. One of her secret purchases.

"Honey, we don't have to..." I began, but she just waved me off.

"Alex, my love, I know we don't have to, but I want to," she smiled. "I love it when you finger my ass, and I really want you to fuck me there, but I'm afraid it will hurt. I don't know if you've noticed this, but your cock is much, much bigger than your finger. So, I'm taking measures to dull the pain."

She was back in front of me now, and straddled my lap, lowering herself into a kneeling position. She pressed her breasts against my face, rubbing her stiff nipples, which were poking through the fishnet, across my lips.

"Darling, I am all yours, every inch of me, inside and out. Every opening, every bit of me. I trust you absolutely, and I know you don't want to hurt me, but I also know you'd just love to bury that big dick of yours, all the way up my ass," she purred, grinding her body against mine. "I have friends who have done it, and they say it's great, so I want to try it. I know I'm drunk, but not so drunk I don't know what I'm doing. Come on Alex, let's climb onto that giant bed, get those clothes off, and get to it."

She stood, gathered her balance on her heels, and sauntered away, swinging her hips seductively.

"I should warn you of one thing, though," she paused, at the doorway. "Brandy makes me loud, and insatiable." She completed her stroll, and vanished into the bedroom.

Loud, and insatiable? Hmmmm. What a problem to have. She was right about me wanting to fuck her ass. I was going to enjoy this.

I stripped, laying my clothes neatly on a chair in the living room. Sam was right about us looking wrinkled tomorrow, too, and my cock was confirming her opinion about my desires. I swear, it grew even harder when I reached the doorway, and saw Samantha.

There she was, leaning back against the padded headboard of the bed. Her right hand held the brandy snifter, which was nearly empty. The left was busy between her legs, jamming three fingers into her pussy, which was making wet, sucking noises as she did. Her eyes were on my erection, and they were ablaze.

"Ooooo, Alex, yes! That's what I want! Come! Give me that big cock! Fuck my pussy first, as a warmup!"

Note to self... Keep a supply of brandy on hand. She was hot enough without it, but with it she was, as she said, insatiable. Insatiable was a good thing.

She arranged herself excitedly on her back as I approached, spreading her legs wide.

"Mmmmm, such a nice, big bed, and the mirror is so exciting. Oh!" she gasped. "Idea!" With that, she jumped up, and ran out the door, only to return a minute later with two items in her hand. She opened our closet, and retrieved two more, leaving her with four ties from the robes supplied with the suite. She threw them at me and jumped anxiously back onto the bed.

"Tie me down! Use the bed posts, and tie me down! Then you can fuck me, any way you want to. Oh god, yes! Please tie me down, honey! Spread out on the bed, at your mercy! Oh fuck! Do it! Do it!" She spread her arms and legs wide, virtually vibrating with excitement.

Okay. Add a very kinky side to the attributes revealed by brandy. No complaints, here.

I made four loops in the robe sashes, and put one on each limb, stretching her wider as I tied her to the posts. I pulled them snug, then looked at her, gazing up at herself in the overhead mirror. Her breasts were heaving with her excited breathing, and she was squirming against the restraints.

"Oh no, please, don't hurt me," she panted. "Please. I'll do anything you want, just don't hurt me."

I suppose it just proves the theory that all women have a fantasy about being taken against their will, or at least in a simulated fashion. No woman really wants to be raped, but the idea of forced surrender holds an appeal. I could play along, for her benefit.

Mine, too.

"Nice tits, lady," I growled, groping her chest with one hand. The other hand went between her legs, probing her sodden pussy. "Mmmmm. Nice cunt, too. I'm gonna like fucking you."

"No, please don't, I'm begging you. Please don't," she panted. "No!"

I laid atop her, pressing down on her with my weight, retraining her further still. She twisted her face away, not wanting to look at me, or let me kiss her. I put one hand to her throat, making her freeze, while the other hand guided my dick into her.

"Oh, yeah, very nice," I grunted, pushing deep inside her.

"No... No, please... No. Please stop," she breathed. I started to fuck her harder, and she yelped.

"Go ahead, lady, scream. No one can hear you. Make all the noise you want," I told her, pounding into her body furiously. With her arms and legs tied wide apart, her breasts were going crazy, wobbling and shimmying wildly. Her blonde hair was flying about her face, obscuring her eyes on occasion, and she was screeching her resistance loudly, but those eyes, when visible, told another tale. Samantha was about as excited as she had ever been, even when she knew her daughters were listening to us fuck rambunctiously a few days ago.

Her first orgasm arrived, causing a scream which she had difficulty keeping in character. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, but obviously was, and grunted through the waves of pleasure.

I grabbed her by the hair, as gently as I could while still playing the role of aggressor. I made her look at me while I fucked her.

"You like this, don't you?" I snarled. "Admit it."

"No! No! Get off me!" she begged, contradicting her eyes.

Now, obviously, having her tied spread-eagled on the bed meant I could do anything I wanted to her, but it also meant my position choices were limited. What I could do, however, was vary the angle of my strokes, so I shifted higher on her body, and made my thrusts in a slightly more vertical fashion, rather than the horizontal path I had been using. It brought my hard shaft more into contact with her clit, and drove her crazy.

"MmmnnoOOOO! STOP! PLEASE DON'T! NOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, at the top of her lungs, proving that brandy really did make her loud. The insatiable part was still unproven, but looking likely. I kept drilling down into her, bouncing her off the mattress with each furious stroke, and punishing her clit repeatedly. Sam came again, and again, and again, and with each one, she grew more vocal, until she finally couldn't hold it back anymore.

"OH GOD... FUCK ME, YOU MISERABLE BASTARD! FUCK MY CUNT WITH THAT HUGE COCK! GO AHEAD AND TAKE ME! FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK ME HARDER! DON'T STOP! DON'T FUCKING STOP! I'M CUMMING AGAINNNNN!"

I continued slamming into her receptive cunt, and she kept screaming, as she kept cumming. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her nipples stood taller than I'd ever seen them, turning purple with engorgement. Her pussy was awash with juices, soaking both of us in her delicious syrup, yet still she screeched for more.

I pulled out of her, and watched her breathing hard. Her pussy was red, and abused, but oozing enjoyment. Time for the main event.

I untied her left leg from the bed post, and lifted it high, tying it to her left wrist loosely. The right leg followed, and I cinched them tighter. She was spread wide open, and held in a folded position that let me get to both her pussy and ass.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, tasting the frothy juices that were dripping from her pussy across her tight little ass. I inserted one finger into her back door.

"Oh fuck, no! Please don't fuck my ass!" she squirmed, reverting to the unwilling participant role. "No! Please don't!"

Role playing aside, I didn't want to hurt her. It was time to lube her liberally, and I grabbed the bottle from the bedside table. I squirted a large blob onto her sphincter, and fingered it into her, holding her ass open with two fingers while I squeezed more directly into the hole. She moaned, and struggled to free herself, but she wasn't going anywhere.

I was ready. My cock was greasy, and eager to go. I hoped the brandy was doing its job, and pressed the head of my erection against her little pink target.

"No! No! Please no!" she gasped, as I pushed harder, until her butt hole relaxed, and my cock slipped inside. "GnahhnNO! OH MY GOD! OH FUCK!"

Sam's ability to stay in character was short lived this time, as she immediately changed her tune.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! YES! FUCK MY ASS! JAM THAT BIG FUCKING COCK UP MY ASS! YES! YES! DEEPER! FUCK MY ASS DEEPER!" she shrieked, trying to press her hips upward, and force more of my shaft into her slippery butthole.

There's something different about fucking a hot woman's ass. I don't know what it is, really, other than the initial tightness, that makes it so exciting. Visually, it always had a special appeal, the way the lack of lips made it look like my cock was just disappearing magically into her ass. Seeing her pussy gaping open, vacant added to it. Whatever the reasons of the individual, anal sex was a hot topic.

I leaned over Sam's contorted body, and pushed the full length of my cock inside her, causing a deep groan of agonized enjoyment from her. I pulled back, and repeated the stroke. She repeated her groan.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah, that's it, honey. All the way up my ass! God, I'm stuffed so full! It feels wonderful! Now, FUCK ME! DON'T HOLD BACK! JUST FUCK MY ASS, HARD AND DEEP! I LOVE IT!"

Perhaps the brandy was playing a part in Sam's comments, but she wasn't complaining, so I took her at her word, and went at it, drilling her back door eagerly.

It didn't take long for her to cum, for the first time, from anal penetration. Her whole body quivered, and her face contorted into a mask of ecstasy, while she screamed "YES!" over and over. Her second anal orgasm was quick to follow, especially when I used my thumb on her clit, and when I slowed my rhythm to gather energy, she looked up at me.

"Let me loose, honey," she said softly, looking into my eyes. "I want to participate more, and hold you."

I suppose the restraints were no longer needed. The role playing had played itself out, and she no longer needed to pretend she wasn't enjoying it, so I pulled out, and began to untie her. I noticed that her ass remained open wide for a few seconds as I did so.

"Oh, that's better," she groaned, lowering her legs gently, and flexing them a few times. "I guess I'm not quite as flexible as I used to be." She held her arms open, and invited me back in.

I plugged into her rear socket again, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deep. Her arms loosely draped my neck, and she gazed up at me with obvious love in her eyes.

"Yes, this is much more comfortable. Strange to say that with a giant dick stuffed up my ass, but it's true," she smiled. "So, now that my legs are no longer numb, get to it, stud. Fuck my ass hard!"

"Yes, Ma'am," I saluted, and picked up my pace, going from 'gently probing' to 'anal assault and abuse' instantly. All the lube, both her own natural juices which abundantly soaked the outer areas, and store bought, made her ass a buttery smooth recipient of my hard cock. It felt fabulous, and I was glad she was enjoying it. I was also glad we were alone on this floor of the hotel, because she was, as promised, loud. And filthy.

"MutherFUCKER! GOD, YES! FUCK MY ASS! YES! IT'S SO GOOD! STICK THAT BIG COCK WAY UP MY ASS! OH YES! OH YES! O-H Y-E-S-S-S-S!" she screamed, as another orgasm hit her. She clutched me tight, wrapping me in an embrace of arms and legs that spoke of her emotions, in ways her words couldn't. I glanced at her, and saw her eyes locked on our reflection above, taking in the sight of us in blissful action.

"From behind," she smiled. "Do me from behind. I love it in my pussy like that, so I bet my ass will be great, too. Let me up, so you can doggy-fuck my butthole."

I lifted off her, and she quickly positioned herself on all fours. Her greasy, abused asshole looked sore, but she was asking for more, so I planted my shaft deep inside her once again.

"Oh, fuck, yes, that's the spot," she groaned. "Finish for me, baby. I want to feel you shoot that hot cum in my ass. Fuck me, and let's cum together."

I had a grip with both hands holding her sexy, narrow waist, and pulled her back to meet my thrusts. It was pretty hot, watching her rump shake inside the red netting as I slammed into her. There was a mirror behind the dresser, and I caught a glimpse of her big breasts swinging in the confines of the fishnet as well. As always, I found the sight extremely exciting, and it made the sensation of her ass around my cock even more so.

"Getting close, baby," I told her as I pounded her furiously.

"Not YET! OH FUCK! JUST A LITTLE MORE! PLEASE, JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE! FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS! THAT'S IT! NOW! CUM IN ME NOW! DO IT, I'M CUMMING!" she screeched, tossing her head back.

She gave me the go-ahead, just in time for me to pump a load of sticky semen deep inside her bowel. We both groaned in unison at the feeling, and Sam dropped her chest to the bed in exhaustion. We both gasped for air.

My spent noodle slipped from Sam's ass, and I leaned back on my haunches to catch my breath. Once free of my grip, Sam's body flopped down flat on the mattress, and she groaned softly.

"Damn, that was good," she giggled. "And watching us in the mirror was so fucking hot! We might have to get one, for our bedroom."

Our bedroom. Yes, I definitely liked the sound of that.

"Ooooo, I think my ass is broken!" she moaned as she rose to her feet, and staggered toward the bathroom, combing her hair with her fingers as she went. It took a few minutes for her to return, and when she did, she was gingerly freeing herself from the sexy red fishnet. It only took a minute, until she was naked and smiling as she slid into bed beside me.

"First of all," she giggled, snuggling under my arm, "that was fantastic! I'm not saying I could take you in my ass every day, but I liked it, and I think we can do it that way again. Maybe a couple of times a month, if you like."

"We'll see how your butt feels tomorrow," I smiled.

"Second, I hope you know the whole 'miserable bastard' thing was just role playing. It came out a bit harsh. Forgive me?" she asked softly, caressing my chest.

"Of course, darling. I may have been a bit rough. I didn't hurt you, did I?" I apologized, kissing her head.

"Only the part I wanted hurt," she smiled, looking up at me. "Oh my god, your cock felt gigantic in my ass! It hurt, but also felt great after a few minutes. I've never felt so full, and when you thumbed my clit, while you were buried deep inside me, well, wow... that was one huge orgasm, baby. Thank you."

We shifted our positions, until we were spooning, and I had her wrapped in my arms, stroking her breasts gently.

"I can feel the brandy working on me now, honey, and I'm going to fall asleep soon, but before I do, there's one more thing I'd like to talk about," she said softly.

"Go ahead," I replied, holding her close.

"Alright. It's about the offer Chloe made, before she went home. About having our baby."

Oh. That. Hadn't given it a second thought.

"Go ahead," I repeated, squeezing her tighter. I wasn't sure what to expect from Samantha on the subject. It worried me a little.

"Well, the three of us had a good talk on the way to the airport," Sam said evenly. "She was very serious, which for Chloe is enough to get my attention, as she so rarely takes anything seriously. Her offer is legitimate. If we want to have a child, she will carry it for us. She'll move back home, and live with us during the pregnancy, and as long as the baby needs her around."

"Wow. She really thought it through, didn't she?" I replied. "Of course, it only applies if we want a child, and I'm not really sure if it's necessary."

"No decision required right now, but it's nice to know we have her on our side, if need be, and it does solve one issue that's been bothering me a little," she whispered, and turned in my arms. Her eyes found mine, and there was a certain amount seriousness there. "Alex, I'm forty-seven years old, and we may have made the decision to ignore our age difference, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist. There's no avoiding the reality of it, and the longer we are together, the greater the impact of that reality will be."

I suppose she saw the look of concern on my face, and wanted to quell my fears.

"Honey, don't worry. I'm not saying I don't want us to be together," she smiled, stroking my face lovingly. "There's no way I'm letting you go now, after you've got me hooked on sex again, and made me feel loved once more. I love you, there's no doubt about that, so put away the sad look. I'm just thinking of the longer term, and I want you to be as happy in twenty years as you are now."

"I'm not sure I understand what you're suggesting," I shook my head, confused.

"I'm not sure I do either," she smiled. "It's kind of a work in progress, in a way. I guess I'm suggesting that Chloe and Cassie may both be more involved in our lives than normal."

"More involved? Besides the obvious?" I queried.

"Maybe. Believe me, after all the shit I went through with Frank, I never thought I'd be entertaining the thought, but..." she paused, and bit her lip.

"Sam? I still don't understand," I laughed. "What are you saying?"

"Alex... This is really difficult for me. You know how much it hurt me when Frank betrayed my trust, and I'd like nothing more than to have you all to myself forever, but our situation is unique, and calls for a unique solution if we're both going to stay happy. Besides, if I can't trust you, and my own daughters, who can I trust," she rattled off nervously.

"Samantha, are you saying what I think you're saying?" I asked her, suddenly putting the pieces together. I tried not to smile at the prospect, just in case I was reading it wrong, but it was tough to hold it back.

"Yes," she smiled, easing my tension, and softly touching my face again in a gesture of love and trust. "I'm giving you permission to have sex with my daughters. It's still up to them, individually, whether they want to or not, but I think they've both made their feelings for you quite clear. It solves the children issue, if that's what you decide, and I think the three of us should be able to keep you happy. I'd rather we be open and up front about everything, and if I have to share you with another woman, well, at least it's with someone I love."
Part of me wanted to do a backflip of joy, but it was a very small part. The prospect of having to be around those two sexy, voluptuous, younger copies of their mother, and treat them as family, was one I had dreaded. It worried me, as I didn't want to hurt Samantha, and could see how easily things could get out of hand. Now, that danger had been diffused, and while I wasn't planning on immediately bedding the girls, it made that possibility a whole lot more appealing. Still, I wondered what had driven Sam to make that conclusion.

"Sam, honey, I don't know what to say. Why?" I asked her.

"Oh god, I don't know!" she giggled, exasperated. "Like I said, I'd like to keep you to myself, and I'd hope that I'm enough for you, but the fact remains unavoidable. You're so young, and I'm not."

"You felt pretty young today... skipping work, blowing me in a public place, while someone watched, getting tied to the bed, and taking it in the ass," I countered, and watched her blush at the recap.

"Yes, it was fun, every bit of it, but we both know every day can't be like that," she explained. "I guess I'm just trying to look after all possibilities. Frank hurt me, badly, by cheating... There's no excuse for his behaviour, but it did make me think about things differently. In the end, I decided it wasn't so much the sex with other women that hurt me, as it was the lying. The deceit and disrespect are what really hurt."

"I would never do that to you," I told her.

"I know, I know, and that's part of it. You're a good and honourable man. That's why I love you, among other reasons," she smiled, pressing her body against mine and giggling happily. "As long as I know about it, it's okay with me. Today, with the mirror up there, was like seeing you with someone else, in a way. It's actually kind of hot. I wouldn't mind watching."

So, that's how the best day of my life got even better. We talked a little bit more, but the brandy did eventually claim Samantha, and she slept in my arms peacefully, leaving me to mull over the possibilities.

And what possibilities they were, but I think that's another story.

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Thanks for waiting, and for reading. I think we have another chapter or two with this group, but this is a good place to pause, and catch up with some others.

Shall it be Grace and Brian? Savannah and Nick? Brosie and Hank?

I'll start work, and you tell me your choices.