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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Just one of many stories I have written. Would love to see your comments....
Samantha Courtney was perfectly aware of what Tom, her husband, got up to with his various sluts. Over the years she had learnt to recognise the signs, the phases of his numerous affairs, and how to deal with her overwhelming feelings of anger and jealousy.
The first time it happened was not long after they were married. Tom suddenly became distant. He didn’t seem to want Samantha each night like he had done in all the time before. Samantha tried to ignore the issue, telling herself he must be stressed at work or something, but when it had dragged on for a couple of months she decided to do something about it, as much as anything to quench her own sexual frustration. She planned special dinners, for which she dressed and made herself up to look her most attractive. At every opportunity she also took to walking about the house naked or in just her knickers to make Tom take notice of her.
Tom still though seemed to have lost interest in her. More direct methods were called for and so Samantha indulged Tom with more than his fair share of cock sucking. Samantha grabbed for it and pulled it out, in the hallway when he got in from work, at the dining room table after dinner, Samantha on all fours beneath the table cloth, or in an alleyway on the way back from an evening out, Tom with his back up against the wall as Samantha bent at the waist to suck and lick. Still though there was the distance.
Then as suddenly as it had begun Tom was interested in her again. He lavished attention on her and took her away for weekends in the country, where they would spend the whole time in bed together. Samantha wasn’t sure what had changed but was just glad that it had.
The third and fourth time however Samantha began to pick up the clues she had overlooked before. Late nights at work, unexpected business trips, and never being available when she phoned him at the office all began to make Samantha suspicious. Then one day a woman telephoned the house on a Sunday asking for Tom and saying it was about work. Now Samantha knew.
Of course she was upset but her pride prevented her from admitting fully to herself what she knew was going on and confronting Tom. So instead she carried on as if nothing was happening. The next time Tom went philandering she let it play itself out. She did not throw herself at him for his attention like the first few times he strayed, she felt a fool for having done that, but instead waited for Tom to get bored of his latest whore. After all he would always come back to Samantha in the end, which had to count for something.
Through all this, and despite her attempts to ignore her own hurt feelings, there was a rage growing in Samantha. Finally this exploded in frenzy of score settling. It didn’t matter who they were or where she met them but if there was an opportunity to fuck and get back at Tom then Samantha was game.
One afternoon, on the way home from the shops, Samantha stopped off in a wine bar for a drink. The place was mostly empty apart from one guy, about her age, sitting at the bar. She came right up close to where he was sitting to order her drink, close enough that he could smell her perfume. He looked askance at her as she sat down on the stool next to him. Samantha knew instinctively that she had found her first mark and turned to introduce herself. Later back at the man’s flat Samantha wrapped her legs around his waist, impaled on his rock hard cock, as he carried her across the room in his powerful arms. Dropping her down on to the end of the sofa so that her bottom rested on the arm, pussy facing up, legs in the air, he pounded into her until he came in a shuddering climax. As he withdrew from Samantha some of his semen spilt out and trickled through her pubic hair. Samantha felt the satisfaction she had craved for so long. Her anger was satiated until the next time Tom strayed.
In this way Samantha became a sexual predator. Whenever Tom took up with some floozy, Samantha was to be found in local bars searching out meaningless sex with whatever guy she could find. When she had seduced them she always insisted on a good hard fucking to compliment her feelings of jealousy and anger towards Tom. She learnt that this need was most often best met if she went with a rough looking man. Tradesmen knocking off early of an afternoon became her most common target. She liked them because they were rough with her. They treated her like a piece of meat and didn’t waste time on niceties before or after. She would pull out their cocks from their dirty work jeans to suck on, and then receive a pounding from them, before they pulled out and came over her tits or arse. One guy had her in the back of his van. She stood there in nothing but her high heel shoes, bent over with her hands placed flat against the van wall. The guy held her hips with his oily hands and fucked her fast. Afterwards his cum dripped from her ravaged hole onto the floor of the van to add to the oil stains and dirt there.
There was no going back now. Samantha was always looking for another conquest. Then one day Mr. Brandon came along.
*****
Emily Courtney had told her mother that she had arranged extra college coaching with Mr. Brandon on Saturday mornings. This of course was only a cover story. Instead what Mr. Brandon and Emily really did every Saturday morning was fuck, whilst his girlfriend was doing her shift at the hospital. Usually Mr. Brandon would fuck Emily across his dining room table or sitting on one of the high backed chairs, the place strewn with textbooks just in case his girlfriend came home unexpectedly. This had only happened once and Emily had had to duck into the downstairs toilet with her clothes bundled under her arm to get redressed. Luckily on that occasion Mr. Brandon had kept his clothes on to fuck Emily and only had to zip his hard on back into his trousers and sit the other side of the table to hide it from Leah as she poked her head round the door to say ‘hello’. This Saturday however they had been out in the car.
Mr. Brandon had driven to a very quiet country lane and parked in a turn off to a field just after a bend in the road. The bushes and trees either side were so overgrown that nobody that drove by would have had time to notice the pair of them on the back seat before they had sped off round the bend. Safe in the knowledge of their relative privacy Emily and Mr. Brandon had kissed with probing tongues, their hands running over each other’s bodies, before taking all their clothes off and kicking them to the floor beneath the front seats. Emily slid her bottom over to the left hand passenger sheet and leant down to take Mr. Brandon’s cock in her mouth. Her hoop earrings tickled his legs and crotch as she sucked up and down the length of his shaft. As she reached the head she rolled her head over to the side so she could look up at Mr. Brandon. As she did so she ran her tongue up and down his taught frenulum, and then back and forth flicking it this way and that. When Mr Brandon could take no more of this he got Emily to straddle his lap. She lowered herself onto his cock, using one hand to guide it in slowly, relishing the feeling of being slowly filled and stretched by his hard member. Mr. Brandon reached around and began rubbing her clit and Emily slowly began to ride him. Soon she was sliding up and down his cock quickly, holding each of her tits with her hands to stop them bouncing and to pinch her own nipples. Mr. Brandon was rubbing her clit furiously, back and forth, then up and down. They came together calling out in ecstasy knowing nobody would hear them.
After they had redressed Emily asked Mr. Brandon if he would drop her home. She had promised to meet up with Lucy in town for lunch and she was already cutting it fine for being late. Pulling up outside Emily’s house she persuaded him to come in and talk to her mother ‘to make things look legitimate’, as she put it. So Mr. Brandon had come to the door, been invited in for a drink, and proceeded to make up all sorts of likely stories about Emily’s progress, whilst Mrs. Courtney thanked him for dropping her home and for all his help with her college work. Emily had rushed upstairs to her bedroom and then rushed back down and out the front door waving goodbye as she hurried to meet Lucy. Mr. Brandon and Mrs. Courtney were left alone.
*****
It was a warm and sunny summer morning and Mrs. Courtney was wearing a long diaphanous dress. As she walked to and fro about the kitchen, preparing the drink she had promised Mr. Brandon, the light streaming through the windows shone through the thin material so that the curves of her long slender legs were clearly visible. When she bent over to reach into a cupboard Mr. Brandon momentarily made out her breasts hanging loose. When she had made his drink Mrs. Courtney sat on the high stool on the opposite side of the breakfast bar from Mr. Brandon and they continued to chat.
They were quickly on first name terms. Samantha thought to herself that John was really quite attractive, and although he wasn’t the rough sort she had made a habit of in recent years, he was right here now. Her mind was already made up.
John in the meantime was thinking to himself that he knew now where Emily got her looks. Samantha wasn’t bad for her age he told himself. He was already fantasising about having her too, the same morning even as having had her daughter.
Suddenly Samantha suggested they went outside to enjoy the sunshine. John followed her to a secluded patio by a pool in a large garden. Mr. Courtney certainly must be wealthy he thought. There were two loungers by the pool and as John sat down on one Samantha asked him if he minded applying some suntan cream. She had put on her sunglasses and was looking over the top of them at him, fluttering her eyelashes heavy with mascara. John nodded and Samantha, standing in front of him, crossed her arms to take hold of the waist of her dress on either side. Reaching up high with her arms she pulled the dress up over her head, brazenly revealing her naked breasts as she did so. Stepping out of the wedge shoes she was wearing she lay face down on her lounger.
“So what are you waiting for? The cream is right there.”
Samantha waved a finger at the bottle on the ground and once John had come to his senses again he applied some cream, working it into her skin with firm pressure. Samantha purred. They continued to talk, whilst John tried not to stare at Samantha’s breasts squashed up against the lounger beneath her.
John had almost finished his drink and he was thinking that maybe he should be going. Samantha though had other ideas. She rolled over. Her breasts lay in heavy mounds either side of her chest, her nipples pulled into ellipses.
“Would you mind doing my front?”
John hesitated but Samantha insisted and so he gingerly applied some cream.
“Don’t be afraid. All over John!”
John did what he was told sweeping over her tits, which wobbled as he did so, and then moving down to the waistband of Samantha’s bikini bottoms. He felt his cock begin to stir. After a little more attention to make sure the cream was all smoothed in, John sat back. Samantha had a little smile on her lips.
“Go and make yourself another drink John. It is all on the side in the kitchen.”
When John came back Samantha was sitting up on the lounger. Her legs were either side so that they were spread wide, making a show of her bikini clad crotch. She was leaning back, with her arms straight and hands holding the edges of the lounger. Her nipples thus pointed in the air, a little hard from the fresh breeze that blew across them.
“I am going to take a dip John, to cool off, want to join me?”
“I don’t have anything to wear.”
“Come on John, there is nobody here to see and I promise not to look. It will be refreshing.”
With that Samantha got up, sat on the side of the pool with her legs dangling in the water, and then slid in. John stood by the pool not knowing quite what to do with himself as he watched Samantha swim the length of the pool. She turned and came back. When she reached the side of the pool again she pulled herself up on her elbows and looked up at John.
“Well, what are you waiting for, you aren’t embarrassed are you?”
Something switched in John’s head. Why wouldn’t he want to share a pool with a good looking, half naked woman on a hot summer’s day? He kicked off his shoes and began to discard his clothes on his lounger. Finally he was down to his underwear. He turned slightly half in mind to hide his penis as he took off his underwear out of embarrassment, half wanting to show it off. Samantha was still by the side of the pool, watching intently as John got undressed. Finally, slipping his pants off, he walked to the side of the pool and jumped in feet first. The water was only a little chilly. As he surfaced he wiped the water from his face as Samantha swam towards him. She came up close to stand on tip toes in the water right in front of him.
“See not so bad in here is it.”
John nodded and smiled. Samantha edged a little closer and smiled too. It was a devilish smile. Suddenly John became aware of her hand touching his waist. She slid it round over the curve of one arse cheek before pulling herself against him. His penis squashed up against her bikini bottoms and John immediately felt it begin to stir in anticipation. Then they kissed and John put his arms around Samantha. After a minute or so of making out like this Samantha pushed off the bottom and wrapped her legs around John. They continued kissing as Samantha bobbed up and down in the water, rubbing her crotch against John’s steadily growing cock. Soon it was rock hard, with his foreskin pulled back taught. John reached beneath Samantha’s bottom and began to run his fingers along the hem of her bikini bottoms. Encouraged by her response he let one finger slide up and down what he perceived to be her slit and pussy lips through the material of her bikini. Finally he pulled at the beaded ties of her bottoms, before pulling them off altogether. His hard cock now rested in Samantha’s slit as the water swirled about them.
John continued to use his finger to rub Samantha’s slit. He worked it deeper and deeper, probing for her vagina, feeling her slickness mixing with the water. But Samantha could take no more teasing. With her arms around the back of John’s neck she lifter herself up, skilfully positioning John’s cock right at the entrance of her vagina. Looking one another in the eye they paused for a moment. Then slowly, so as to savour the moment, Samantha slid down until her cunt was full of John’s cock.
Slowly they began to fuck. Samantha rode up and down on John as he held her in his strong arms, slowly wading through the water to the shallow end. At the shallow end John lifted Samantha out of the water and placed her on the edge of the pool. His cock slipped out of her pussy but only so he could watch himself slide it back in slowly from the tip all the way to the base. Samantha leant back on her hands and flexed her legs outwards, whilst still having them wrapped around John’s waist, to open herself up for him. John began to fuck her cunt hard, fast and deep, his balls slapping up against her arse with each stroke, Samantha’s tits shuddering with the force of John’s fucking. Samantha thought to herself that this was just too good and that she must have more. So when John seemed to be getting close to cumming she pushed him away.
John fell back in the water and Samantha walked towards him. She reached him before he had got up again, for he was still in quite shallow water. Samantha turned around and John watched as her rounded bottom glided into the water just inches from his face. She knelt on the floor of the pool so just her head and shoulders were above the water. John knew what to do and kneeling in close behind her he took her in his arms, one holding her by the waist, one by her left breast, before impaling her on his rigid cock. Her nipple felt hard in the cold water as he rolled it between his grasping fingers. As he started to move inside Samantha she spread her knees to take him in deeper. John moved his hand down from her waist and rubbed her clit as he continued to drive up into her.
Before long it was Samantha who could barely take anymore. Looking back over her shoulder she gasped at John telling him not to dare cum, before giving way to her own massive orgasm. John felt his cock squeezed hard as Samantha came and he struggled to stay in control.
When she had finished climaxing Samantha calmly stood up and stepped out of the pool walking back round to the lounger. She beckoned to John with her index finger. He obeyed, water dripping from his body, a breeze blowing across his still swollen member. When she reached her lounger Samantha got on it on all fours, presenting up her still stretched pussy lips for John’s view. Looking back at John she told him he could cum now but only if he fucked her really hard. John immediately knelt down on one knee behind Samantha, cock in hand. He guided it to her gaping hole and then drove it deep into her cunt. Grabbing hold of Samantha’s hips he began to pummel her, building quickly and inevitably to a powerful orgasm. He got faster and faster and as he felt himself fall over the edge Samantha was crying out ‘Yes! Oh yes!’ over and over again as she came for a shattering second time. Emptied, John sat back on his lounger as his cum ran out of Samantha down the inside of her thigh.
Later, after they had finished their drinks, Samantha allowed John to shower before he left. Besides, this was another chance to have a little play with his cock before she let him go. John found himself willing and eager to perform again and nailed Samantha for a second time up against the shower wall. As they stood there, both now fully satiated, the shower streaming down against their naked bodies, John thought to himself he might never again have a day like it. He concentrated for a moment to lock away the memories.
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