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From: sandia@texas.net
Subject: {ASSM} Sammy.  Wife, Cheat, M+/F, Reluctant.
Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2001 21:10:02 -0400
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Sammy
By Sandia
Story codes:  Wife, cheat, M+/F, reluctant.

Copyright to author.  Do not post to pay sites.  

"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 whispered.  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 
of 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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