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From: sandia@texas.net
Subject: {ASSM} RP:  "Sammy," by Sandia.  (Wife, Cheat, M+/F, Reluctant.)
Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2001 01:10:02 -0400
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Sammy
By Sandia
Story codes:  Wife, cheat, M+/F, reluctant.

Copyright to author.  Do not post to pay sites.
Comments appreciated at sandia@texas.net.

"True Confessions"  

My husband and I were thrilled when he finally got a job at a big
Wall Street brokerage.  It was something we had been working
toward for years, and the money was really good.  It was a
welcome relief to both of us because his student years had been
so tough.  For his twenty-seventh birthday I decided to do
something special for him, and reserved a room at a very nice
hotel, and a table at one of New York's finest restaurants.  To
get him ready for it, I picked out a very revealing outfit from a
specialty store.  It was a very short red mini-skirt, with slits
on the sides, and a white half-shirt, which I left mostly
unbuttoned, with a lacy black bra underneath.  

I took a cab to his office tower and enjoyed the looks of his
co-workers when I made my way to his desk.  Trying to be as sexy
as possible, I leaned over his desk to kiss him.  I wanted every
man there to be as jealous as possible.  My husband seemed
surprised to see me but quickly recovered when I reminded him of
our plans.  He said he had to check in with his boss, but then
we'd be on our way.  

His boss turned out to be a big handsome man named "Mike."  Sam
had told me Mike was a former bond-trader who was said to have
made a killing in the eighties.  He was also said to own an
island in the Caribbean, as well as his own private jet.   

"Mike wants to take us out for drinks, honey," he said.  "It will
be a chance for you to meet some of the partners."   

I was worried about our reservations, but it was obviously
important to Sam that I go along, so I agreed.  Mike made no
pretense about checking me out as Sam introduced us.  He was a
very forward man, good looking, but obviously someone who was
used to getting what he wanted.  

There were eight of us when we finally got to the bar.  It was a
blues bar, and there was a band playing on a little stage in
front.  We sat in a booth in back, and had to squeeze to get in.
Mike sat next to me, and another partner (a much younger man) sat
on my other side.  My husband wound up sitting on the other end,
next to Frank, another associate.  The two of them got drinks for
us.  At first I ordered a Shirley Temple, but Mike insisted I
have something stronger.  

The partners were very friendly.  Mike and the other man, Junior,
leaned in very close to talk to me and seemed very interested in
what I had to say.  Junior was much younger, almost my age, and
also good looking.  I tried to make a good impression on both of
them, since they were both partners at my husband's company.  

The men drank very fast and encouraged me to do the same.  It
seemed like as soon as Sam finished serving one round of drinks,
they would send him for another.  

Mike told me Sam was very lucky to have such a beautiful wife as
me, and asked if I dressed this way all the time.  I told them it
was only for special occasions.  When they asked me what the
occasion was, I told them about our plans to finally have a baby,
and about how we hoped to get started that night.  

The talk became more sexual after that.  They asked me questions
about my sexual experiences, about my relationship with Sam, and
about whether I enjoyed the looks I got from men in the clothes I
was wearing.  I found myself talking very openly with them.  I
told them about my first time (it had been with Sam), about the
other man I had been with (even Sam didn't know about that!), and
admitted to them I liked the way the clothes made me feel when
men looked at me.  I even told them how I had never had a man in
my mouth, though I sometimes let Sam go down on me and how he
very much wanted me to do the same for him.  Mike told me I was
being silly not to open myself up to oral sex.  He said if I
tried it I might like it more than I thought.  I promised him I'd
think about what he said.

While I was talking I felt Mike's hand on my thigh.  He said he
was very pleased with Sam's performance at the company, and he
hoped both of us would be comfortable there.  I thanked him and
smiled, even though I was very uncomfortable with his hand on my
bare leg like that.  

He smiled back at me and I felt his fingers begin tracing a line
on the inside of my thigh.  It was very erotic, though also nerve
wracking.  I glanced at my husband again, but he did not catch my
eye.  "We think Sam might qualify for a share in the year-end
bonus, Jenny," he said.  I nodded, ashamed of myself for letting
my husband's boss touch me like that.  He continued talking to me
about Sammy's prospects, but his hand became more and more
forward under the table.  I wanted to get up and move away, but
somehow I didn't.  I told myself it was not worth making a scene.
 

Then I felt his fingers touch me through my panties.  I started,
but he had his hand on my shoulder and stopped me.  "Relax,
Jenny," he said, "you're not hurting anybody.  Just relax and
enjoy it."  I did relax a little.  His fingers began to gently
caress me there.  "You're a beautiful woman, Jenny," he said,
"you really should loosen up.  Your husband would like that. 
I'll bet he doesn't even realize how lucky he is to have a
beautiful woman like you in his bed every night."  

Turning to Junior, he asked, "What kind of panties do you think
she's wearing?"  

Junior smiled at me.  "I'm sure they're something sexy," he said.
 I felt his fingers touch my knee.  The men continued talking
about my panties, and I couldn't help but react to what they were
doing to me.  It was incredibly erotic to have two men caressing
me, although I was embarrassed and humiliated that I was letting
them touch me so openly.  I glanced at my husband again, but he
still wasn't paying attention.  They maneuvered my legs even
further apart.  I didn't try to stop them.  Mike's hand found my
clitoris and he was gently stroking me there under the table.  
"I think she's taking my advice," he said.  I realized I had been
moving my hips against his hand and stopped myself.  The men
sitting closer to us were all looking at me.  I looked for Sam,
but he gotten up and gone somewhere.

Mike leaned in close to me.  "You're a naughty little wifey,
aren't you Jenny," he said.  "I can feel your pussy leaking
through your panties."  (It was true!)  "You like getting your
cunny stroked by your husband watches, don't you?"  I felt my
head move almost before I could stop myself, and I looked again
for my husband.  "Please stop doing this to me," I whimpered. 
Mike laughed again and became even bolder.  I felt him pull my
panties aside and then I felt his fingers touch my naked wet
pussy.  I wanted to scream, but it felt so good I couldn't stop
him.  I moved my thighs even wider for him.  Junior continued to
stroke my thigh while he watched us intently.  "That's it,
Jenny," Mike said, "we know you like it.  Now slide forward more,
so I can get my fingers up inside you."  I did as he said, though
I knew what was coming next.  He penetrated me.  This time I
couldn't help it.  I made a little noise.  When I looked up, Sam
was looking straight at me.

"Everything ok, honey?" he asked.  

"Oh yes, Sammy," I heard myself saying.  Then I stumbled.  Mike
had slid his finger deeper into me, his palm was rubbing against
my clitoris.  I couldn't answer.  I couldn't answer him.

Mike answered for me.  "It's alright, Sam," he said, "I've got
her well in hand.  Why don't you get us some more drinks?"  He
slid another finger into me.

My husband nodded uncertainly.  I smiled weakly before he left. 

When my husband was around the corner, Mike took my neck in his
hand and kissed me hard on the mouth.  I opened my mouth for him
and moaned around his tongue as I throbbed around his fingers. 
He squeezed me there.  When he released me, I fell back against
the bench, eyes closed, and wanting desperately for him to make
me come.  I was moving my hips against him quite openly now,
knowing the other men could see me.  

Junior unbuttoned my blouse.  He pulled it all the way apart.  He
unclasped my bra and moved me so he could slide the straps off my
shoulders.  I resisted none of this.  When I opened my eyes I saw
the other men staring intently at my naked chest.  He cupped and
squeezed my breasts, and I let him do it, thinking only of my
pleasure.  He leaned down and sucked one breast into his mouth. 
All I could do is moan out loud.  When he stopped I wanted him to
continue, but Mike told me to button myself.  "Your husband is
coming back," he said.

I was still buttoning my blouse when Sam came around the corner
with the drinks.  I thanked him nervously as he handed me my
drink and I tried to control my breathing.  I wondered if he
could tell my bra was now missing.    

Sam asked if I was almost ready to go.   I started to stammer a
reply, thinking of my missing bra and Mike's fingers buried in my
pussy, when Mike interrupted.  "She's almost ready, Sam," he
said.  "I need you to get the Clarks file off my desk for me. 
I'm sure she'll be ready when you get back."  While I hated the
tone of Mike's voice, I have to admit in a way I was relieved
when I saw he was going.  I no longer wanted to stop what Mike
was doing to me.  

When Sam turned the corner, Mike turned me in my seat and
stripped my panties off me.  Then, pushing me down in the booth,
he climbed on top of me.  I wasn't ready for what happened next.
I hadn't expected it.  I felt him there, and then he was inside
me almost before I knew it, I was so wet and ready for him.  When
I felt him inside me, I gave up my resistance; I gave in to him
completely.  I let him do me over and over again.   His thrusts
were long and powerful and I was panting and moaning as the other
men looked on.  He pulled my blouse apart and squeezed my
breasts.  He put his fingers in my mouth.  I was panting and
moaning out loud, and I begged him to do my harder.  When I felt
him pulsing inside me I wrapped myself around him, pushing myself
against him, to get him in me as deep as he could go.  I didn't
even think that it was supposed to have been Sam.

When he was done with me, he ordered Frank to watch for my
husband.  Then each of the other partners took their turn with me
there in the booth.  I came for them, hard and loud.  All of them
came in my pussy.  I let one of them come in my mouth.  I have to
admit I enjoyed it.

I did fuck my husband in the hotel room that night, though
thankfully I didn't come up pregnant.  I kept the lights off so
he wouldn't see the red marks on my breasts, and told him I was
wet from thinking about him.  

The truth is, I could hardly feel him, after the pounding I'd
gotten down below.  

Jenny.


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