Time has been exceptionally kind to my wife Samantha. As a sixth form teenager, her stunning looks, along with her 36 DD's, attracted the attention of the male students and some teachers at her school. Her chestnut brown hair flowed down to her waist, and her face wouldn't have looked out of place in any beauty pageant. It was no wonder that she had an everlasting stream of suitors clamouring for her attention.
She lost her virginity at seventeen, after several attempts, to James the school hunk, a sixth former, who'd dated her for three months, before taking away her virginity. Apparently, it took a week of constant attempts before he was able to penetrate her hymen. James was her first love and the heart-throb of all the pubescent girls who'd drool at the very sight of his six-foot-tall athletic physique.
By the age of twenty-one, Sam had married, and separated, from James. Their matrimonial bliss lasted all of three months before she left and moved in with my mate Donny. The marriage had been a big mistake and Sam only took the vows because all the wedding arrangements had been made and she didn't want to let anyone down.
Donny was one of her work colleagues. He was her shoulder to cry on, and her Good Samaritan when he offered her a room in his apartment. Their relationship was platonic at first, but after a couple of months, Sam was sharing his bed.
What Donny lacked in looks, he made up for with his musical talent and dry wit. It did mystify everyone that knew them as a couple, what the hell Samantha saw in her less than average looking beau. When I asked her much later in life, she told me that he had introduced her to an exciting lifestyle, and a new circle of zany friends, of which I was one.
I remember the first time I clapped eyes on Donny's girl. She was in her mid-twenties, and still had her long flowing lustrous dark mane, that cascaded down to her backside. She had a fringe that hovered over her bewitching hazel brown eyes. Most guys that looked her up and down never got passed her amazing 38DD's, all the more eye-catching in proportion to her five-foot-three-inch height. I distinctly remember her wearing a short denim mini-skirt that showed off a fine pair of shapely legs. And together, with her cute blonde chum Jenny, were the subjects in every hetero guy's deluded fantasy.
Back then I was a habitual philandering husband. I had a successful career in sales, and as a sideline set myself up as an agent for local bands, often accompanying them in their old beat up vehicles to and from gigs. The conversation and craic on these journeys were hilarious and ninety-nine per-cent of the time of a sexual nature.
Who was fucking who? Who wanted to fuck who? Who had fucked who! And... well you get my drift.
It had come to my attention that Samantha's name had featured in more than a few of their conversations. At least two guys from the same band and another two from two different bands had carnal knowledge of that woman.
"Wow!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Samantha was a fucking groupie... and apparently, Donny was fine with it!
"Wow!" Not only was he fine with it, he positively encouraged it! He loved to hear about her exploits when she returned home fucked.
The boys' stories were corroborated countless times, and I found myself fantasising over being on that list. I felt that I was so far out of her 'fuck me' radar, a wank was as close as I'd get. Sure, she knew I existed, but she'd always been distant when we'd meet at the occasional gig.
I was about thirty-two when I began managing one of the better bands on my books. We had become great friends, and they'd become an accomplished wedding band.
Around this time, I secured a booking for my boys to play at the wedding of a member of another band in my agency. The booking included an overnight stay at the wedding venue, and the guest list included Donny and his gorgeous partner.
The wedding had been a roaring success, and the celebrations continued into the night, in one of the motel's cabins. It had a large lounge and a couple of bedrooms. All in all, there were around twenty party revellers including a couple of the chambermaids. One of which featured in my plans for later. Either one!
I knew I'd be wasting my time trying anything with Sam as there were already four guys, five, if you include Donny, that she'd fucked among the present company.
It was apparent early on in the proceedings that my first choice of chambermaid wasn't interested. "A lesbian, obviously," or the fact that I was old enough to be her dad, may have influenced her knockback. The other one didn't want to make it further than a kiss and a cuddle.
The party was in full swing when I rejoined the hardcore revellers. I brushed passed Sam who was dancing with a guy that to all my knowledge, she hadn't fucked. In her close proximity, I breathed in the intoxicating scent of her perfume. Sam's rockin' head caused her chestnut tresses to swish passed my face, like a well-groomed horse's tail. I thought, 'well, that's the closest I'm gonna get, to her tonight.'
I was handed a joint to light up, as I sat down at the end of a three-seater couch, sharing it with another muso and his long term girlfriend. She was unaware of her boyfriend's dalliances with Samantha.
Sam finished her dance and walked past the couch. She looked amazing. Her short mini dress had a distinctive sheen, that can only be described as resembling a freshly caught rainbow trout. I noticed the tops of her tan pantyhose as she removed her four-inch heels, and squatted down on the floor, opposite the couch. Someone suggested getting the acoustic guitar out for some communal singing, and Daz volunteered to fetch his from the function room.
"Sam will go and help you!" Donny's proposition sounded more like a command.
Was I the only one in the room that thought Donny's suggestion strange? Like Daz needed help!
Never the less, Sam got up to do Donny's bidding and followed Daz to 'help' him retrieve his guitar.
A good half hour passed before they returned, minus Daz's instrument and Sam's pantyhose! The function room was secured, and they had spent the time trying to get in, they said. That explained the 'no guitar' excuse...
I held my jaw to stop it hitting the ground. Sam had returned to her original squatting position and I could see straight up her dress. I could see a thicket of her dark pubic hair, and if I looked real close, her recently savaged cunt.
I must have been giving her lady garden a bit too much attention, as Donny clocked me ogling.
"Hey, Samantha! You haven't danced with Alex tonight." I wondered if there was another Alex in the room. "Give him a dance."
Sam once again jumped to Donny's command, and took both my hands and led me to the designated dance space. I really didn't care that Donny's domination over his subservient partner bordered on disturbing. I was getting a dance with my fantasy!
We danced up close, and I held her hand about shoulder height, with our other hands on our respective waists. Not long into the dance, Samantha glanced over at Donny. He appeared to be sleeping. This observation seemed to trigger her want to lead the dance. And she led it, straight into the adjoining bathroom.
I closed and locked the door behind us, as Sam leant back against the wash hand basin. The moon was the only source of light as it shone its diffused beam through the bathroom window's opaque glass. Sam smiled as I approached her. It was a smile that she had never thrown in my direction before. She spread her legs and gripped the ceramic sink rim. I nestled myself between her open legs, and we began to kiss like rutting beasts. I placed my palm on one of her breasts and caressed it gently through the shiny fabric of her dress.
Not even in my wildest dreams, did I ever think I would hear Donny's partner utter the words, "Lick me."
Cunnilingus happens to be one of my specialities when it comes to satisfying a lady. I have one of my mum's friends to thank for that. She was a great tutor during the brief affair we'd had when I was eighteen years young.
I put my hand on her bare thigh and stroked up her warm flesh to reach her 'holey grail' and lightly scratched around her pubic hair, occasionally teasing the entrance to her pussy. It occurred to me that the creamy substance I could feel between my probing fingers was actually Daz's spunk. Not even the thought of tasting another man's cum was going to deter me from licking this lady.
Samantha unbuttoned my Levis and slid her hand under my pants to free my rigid cock. I expected to hear a sigh of disappointment as she gripped all of my six and a bit inches, but it was a long sensual moan that she exhaled. I had found her pleasure spot and gently rubbed her swollen clit. It had taken a bit of a pounding already, only thirty minutes ago, when Daz fired his creamy seed inside her belly.
The thought of which made my intense hard-on even more intense. I dropped my head between her legs and began kissing and licking the inside of her thighs. It only took a few licks before my tongue got the taste of spunk. I continued licking into her bush in search of more. Sam placed her hands on my head and pulled me hard into her soft pubes.
"Please, lick me, Alex."
I put my tongue against her clitoris and gently flicked and sucked on the pulsating loose flesh. It really didn't take long for me to feel her body gyrate uncontrollably. Her breathing became erratically short and sharp.
"Oh my God!" Praise indeed! "Oh fuck!" She was getting louder. "Oh fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming!"
I was surprised that she orgasmed so quickly, but it seemed to last an age. I gave her clitty the full 'Gene Simmons' treatment, as she squirted her pussy juice into my open mouth. Again I could swear I was swallowing the residue of Daz's cum. She lifted my head from her tender area and turned round to face the wall. She lifted her dress and invited me to fuck her from behind.
'Wow! I was fucking Sam.'
She was still gloriously wet, as my hard cock slid inside her without much trouble. She placed her palms on either side of the bathroom wall mirror and prepared to take my length. She made all the correct noises, as I tried to go as deep as I could, and after a few minutes of thrusting, she appeared to be climaxing once more.
"Shoot your spunk inside me." She looked over her shoulder and witnessed my cumming face. "Come on, Alex, fuck me! Empty your balls into me!"
I complied by firing short bursts of cum inside her wet black void.
Our attempt at being inconspiculous as we rejoined the party failed miserably. There were plenty of knowing looks from the handful of guys that knew exactly what had happened. The grin on my face was a dead give-away. Later I managed to secure a single bed in one of the bedrooms. One of the young chambermaids lay asleep in an adjacent bed. I contemplated trying her again, but after my session with Samantha, I was well satisfied.
The same couldn't be said for the insatiable Sam, however. She was fucked at least another twice as she lay between Daz, and her partner Donny.
Almost a decade passed, in which time Samantha's lust for cock had shown no sign of diminishing. The reports kept on coming. She'd had an affair with one of the bands' roadies. He was sixteen and she was thirty-five. On one occasion I had reason to fetch some gaffa tape from the band's van and caught her sucking on the roadie's massive cock. It rose nine inches in the air and she was wanking and sucking on his glorious boyhood. Donny told me that she had returned home after five hours with the teenager, and she could hardly walk. Sam confirmed Donny's story to me years later.
It was little wonder that Donny and Sam's pad was a popular spot for all the bands in the area, to drop in for cups of tea, smoke cannabis, and ogle Sam. It was around this time that I began dropping in myself. My own eighteen-year marriage was hitting the rocks, and their home was a sanctuary where I could completely relax and enjoy the company of local musicians and singers.
On the odd occasion when there was just the three of us, I waited for Donny's signal to instigate a threesome, but alas none was forthcoming. I remember thinking that perhaps Sam had forgotten our fuck in the hotel bathroom that night, and blamed the copious amount of alcohol she had consumed, for her memory loss. She even drove me home one night, following Donny's instruction, and I hinted that we take the long route to my house. But she drove me straight home, with no diversions or stops.
'What the fuck?' I couldn't get my head around it. 'Maybe she just doesn't fancy me, or maybe my dick was too small to impress?
I spent the next few days beating myself up about the drive home and resigned myself to thinking my lust for Samantha would be destined for lone periods of self-gratification.
A few weeks after the driving episode, I bumped into Donny in town. He asked if there was anything wrong, as I hadn't visited lately. I made up some shit about things at home being hectic, and he asked if I wanted to pop in later that evening.
Later that evening I popped in. I had been working late and still dressed in my suit. Donny and Samantha had already consumed a bottle of red, and they had cracked open a bottle of Jim Beam. Suffice to say they were somewhat well inebriated before I arrived. I declined their offer of a JB and coke, settling on just the coke. I skinned up a three skin joint and shared it with my pal Donny.
As we sat around the kitchen table chewin' the fat, I couldn't help notice Samantha's skirt. It was micro-short and made of shiny black latex. The kind of garment you would see for sale in a sex shop, or available by mail order. Under her skirt, I could clearly see the thin black suspender belt straps, that held up black sheer stockings. I could also clearly see her thicket of black pubic hair. She was knickerless!
Her black see-through blouse revealed everything there was to see, underneath its translucent thin fabric. A black lace bra did a magnificent job supporting her breasts.
This lady was dressed for sex!
It didn't take long for Donny to steer the conversation round to his favourite subject. (Mine too, if I'm honest!) His vivid recollection of a recent threesome that they had both enjoyed with Jenny, the wife of another musician, was intensely erotic.
I remember thinking, 'How does the ugly bastard do it?' I knew the other girl in their ménage à trois, and she too was a stunner. 'Donny must have a cock the size of a Blue Whale!'
"I've never had a threesome." I was merely stating a fact.
Sam rose from her chair to retrieve the coke bottle from the fridge and topped up my glass. She was close enough for me to smell the fragrance of her cologne.
"What do you think of Samantha's skirt?" Donny's question appeared out of the blue, sort of!
I felt like saying, 'It's not the kind of garment I would wear!' but adopted for the obvious,
"Yeh! It's, eh..."
"Feel it!" Donny interrupted.
I reached out to touch the rubbery fabric. "It's rubbery."
"Latex!" Sam sat down on my lap. "It's latex." She ground her backside into my thighs.
I looked at Donny. He was looking straight back at me and smiling.
"What do you think Sam? Do you fancy fucking him?"
It was as if they had rehearsed it.
Sam turned my head to face her and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Oh, I think so!" Her kissing continued. I responded by sinking my tongue deep inside her mouth. I placed my hand on the soft fabric covering her breasts, and gently squeezed her bra.
I glanced a peek out of one eye at Donny. He was rubbing himself over his jeans.
Sam helped me remove my suit jacket, and I helped her remove her bra. All the time under Donny's scrutiny. Sam's breasts stood firm. I slipped my hand under the latex and felt her soft fuzz between my fingers.
Donny's hand was by now, inside his trousers, and gripping his bulge. With my free hand, I began unbuckling my belt and unzipped my suit trousers. Sam manoeuvred herself enough for me to slip my trousers and pants down to my ankles, and I could feel the latex rub on the bare skin of my thighs.
I sneaked another peek at Donny. His hand was firmly around his shaft and he was slowly stroking its length. I was quite surprised to see that it was about the same size as mine. Maybe a little longer, but not as thick.
Sam began groaning as I pushed a probing finger into her wet hole. I rubbed her clit with my thumb.