Both Sides of the Story

Both Sides of The Story - A Couple Describes Their Life Together

Samantha's Story.

My name is Samantha, or Sami, or Sam, depending on who you are and how well you know me.

I am a widow, my husband and middle son died in a car accident 10 years ago. I have 2 living sons, one married with 2 kids and one recently graduated and starting his career in a nearby city.

I work as a legal secretary and office manager at the largest law firm in town. I date when the mood strikes and was never afraid to be the one to ask a guy out. I work out a few times a week as time allows and keep my body in good shape. I am what has been referred to as stacked. Large D-cup breasts blessed with long nipples that are always hard, slim waist, and nice hips. An ass the shows and my pussy has always been very prominent with thick full labia lips and a big clit to match my nipples. I dress appropriately for work and probably a little on the slutty side when I go out. Oh, I am also a natural redhead with the attitude to match.

I met Paul at the wedding of the daughter of one of the law partners at my firm. I only went because I sort of had to and didn't plan on staying at the reception much past the meal and pre-party rituals. I was seated at a table with some couples that I was acquainted with and a nice-looking man around my age that was friendly and, as it turned out, easy to talk with.

Instead of leaving when the party started, we moved a little further away from the music and continued to talk. We did take a few turns on the dance floor when the song seemed appropriate. He was a decent dancer which is hard to find in a guy these days. He told me that he was a CPA and he and his partners had a thriving business. I had heard of his firm through work and their reputation and wondered how I had never met him.

We were still talking when they started taking tables down and stacking chairs. The bride and groom had long since left to start their lives together and most of the friends and family had vacated as well.

I knew that we had a connection and wanted to see more of this guy. We traded numbers and promised that we would talk soon. I really wanted him to kiss me when he walked me to my car and said good night. I was feeling things I hadn't felt in a long time.

Paul's Story.

My name is Paul. My family calls me Pud most of the time.

I am a senior partner in a CPA firm with 2 others and we employ 5 other CPA's, 1 MBA, and 10 accountants.

I have been divorced for 10 years now. I have 3 kids, 2 sons and a daughter that I raised as my own until I found out 11 years ago that my wife had been cheating on me the entire time we were married and as Maury Povich used to say, I am not the father.

I am still involved in their lives and do love them all, but the hurt is still there. The divorce was quick and uncontested. Alimony for 5 years that was mostly just because it was kind of the right thing to do. No child support, she didn't get any of my retirement or investments through my job. The house was sold, and we split the profits, and she took half of the joint checking account. Her boyfriend wasn't interested in becoming a dad to his children even though he was on the hook for child support, and he disappeared. I made sure that the kids didn't want for anything they really needed but it went to them, not their mother.

I met Sam at the wedding of one of my oldest son's long time best friends that spent more time at our house than he did his own. I usually avoided things like this, but this was one that I couldn't, and I was not seeing anyone at the time, so I had to attend stag, which was even worse. I intended to leave as soon as it was appropriate. I was assigned to a table with 3 couples and a single lady that was near my age and to my surprise as easy to look at as she was to talk to.

When the meal was over and the speeches made and the wedding reception rituals done, instead of leaving, we moved to a table away from the music and kept on talking. This woman was stirring feelings that I wasn't ready for. I broke through my usual hangups and asked her to dance a few times then went back to the table to continue talking. By the time they were kicking us out I felt like we knew more about each other than I knew about almost everyone I know.

I walked her to her car and had to resist the urge to take her in my arms and kiss her good night. I settled for a hug and a promise to call soon.

Sam's Move.

Paul was on my mind the rest of the weekend. I hoped he would call on Sunday, but I didn't hear from him.

Monday morning at work I came across the company invite to one of the senior partner's new trophy wife's art show at a small gallery downtown on Thursday night. I thought to myself that it was the perfect non-committal date. I scrunched up my courage and called Paul after lunch.

He picked up on the second ring catching me a little off guard. I was finally able to get my words out and asked if he would like to go with me to the gallery. He told me that he would love to, but he was doing an audit that day and then asked if he could meet me there when he was finished. My disappointment instantly turned to giddiness and the prospect of seeing him again. When I told him the address, he said that he was going to be near there and would see me on Thursday.

The rest of the day went by in a blur. I spent more time thinking about what I was going to wear on Thursday night than concentrating on work. Fortunately, the mistakes I made were minor and caught before they left my office.

Sam's Call.

If I hadn't already committed to helping one of the kids on Sunday, I would have called Sami just to check in and hear her voice. I spent Monday morning distractedly looking at my phone and resisting picking it up. I was trying to come up with the right thing to ask her out to do.

My secretary had even noticed that I was distracted but then she had been with me for so long that she knew my mood before I did. When she got back from lunch and caught me staring at my phone, she told me to call her and get it over with. Before she left my office my phone rang. She smiled and politely closed my door as she left.

I was happy to hear Sami's voice. She sounded a bit flustered but did finally manage to ask me if I wanted to go with her to an art show at a small gallery downtown. I checked my calendar and had an audit to do that afternoon that I knew would take me till early evening to get done. I unfortunately had to tell her that I wouldn't be able to take her, but I could meet her there when I finished working. She was okay with that, so the plan was made.

I was really looking forward to Thursday night. My gym was between the audit I was doing and the gallery so I could stop in and shower and change before meeting her.

The First Date According to Samantha.

Thursday finally got here. I had brought a change of clothes and figured that I would work a little later and change for the gallery before I left the office. My conservative office attire was switched out for a short black cocktail dress that made me feel 100 times sexier than it should have.

I was dressing to impress only one person but knew that I was going to attract a lot of attention until I was safely on the arm of my date.

I walked into the gallery at 7:30 knowing that Paul wasn't going to get there until closer to 8. I was planning on a glass or two of liquid courage that went down easy. What I wasn't prepared for was the subject matter of the art we were being treated to.

The best way to describe it was moderate to hard porn in acrylic and other random mediums. The art itself was decently done but very graphic. I was slightly embarrassed that I had invited Paul to see it but what was done was done and his reaction would tell me a lot about him.

Paul came in a little after 8 and grabbed a glass of wine before making his way over to me, seeing that I was already holding one. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before even looking around the room. I liked that he smelled freshly showered and shaved. I told him that I hoped he enjoyed the art and took his arm in mine to guide him through the gallery.

The first painting we stopped at depicted a very busty young lady sitting atop a very large dildo that threatened to split her wide open if she proceeded any farther in her endeavor to take it inside herself. He studied the painting for a few moments and just as I took a drink of wine, panned that it wouldn't be much fun going second after that, which made me spit my mouth full of wine laughing. The gentleman whose arm I was holding magically produced a handkerchief for me to wipe my mouth with. I realized that he wasn't bothered by the nature of the art work and that I could relax and enjoy myself.

We toured the rest of the gallery with a running commentary about the various scenes depicted in the art. Only one of the pieces bothered me. It was a sculpture of a woman sitting in a large tub being urinated on by several men standing around it. It wasn't the watersports that bothered me, it was that the woman was clearly the artist and the men urinating on her were clearly the partners of the firm including the husband, who of course had the largest member and heaviest stream.

I lost respect for someone in that moment. I don't know if it was all the partners, if this depicted an actual event or just the husband for letting her show the rest in this way.

I was ready to leave after seeing that and told Paul so.

We made our way over to the artist and my boss to politely pay our respects and bid them goodbye. When I introduced Paul to them, she asked if Sally was his ex-wife. He acknowledged she was, and he was told that she had started modeling for some of her new projects. He politely replied that he probably would not be coming to her next showing then and we turned to leave before she could make any other remark.

It was getting late when we left. Paul asked if I would like to go and get a drink at a nearby place that he knew of. I knew that I should go home as tomorrow was still a workday, but I also got the vibe that he needed to talk so I let him take me to a nearby bar.

The First Date According to Paul.

The audit went better than expected and I had time to shower and shave before getting changed into a suit that was suitable for an art showing.

I arrived just a few minutes after 8 and spotted her as soon as I walked in the door. She stood at the end of the bar, drink in hand, ignoring the gaggle of guys around her, and wearing the sexiest little black dress I had seen in a long time. Picking up a glass of wine for myself, I marched up to her, boldly planted a kiss on her cheek, taking a moment to inhale her womanly aroma before speaking a word.

She told me that she hoped I enjoyed the art and, taking my arm, led me into the gallery. The first painting we stopped at was a very graphic painting of a young woman attempting to sit on an extremely oversized dildo. I studied the painting for a few minutes before making a probably inappropriate comment about how it would be to follow that. I hadn't realized that she had just taken a drink, and my comment made her laugh hard enough to spit her drink out.

I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket for her to wipe her face with. I loved the sound of her laugh, and I felt her relaxing on my arm. She must have been worried about my reaction to the graphic erotica of the art we were looking at. I also felt her warm breast pressing into my arm.

We walked through the exhibit commenting on the scenes depicted softly to each other. We tried to keep our commentary to just between us but the more we looked the more self-engrossed we became. Part way through we realized that some of the paintings were of the trophy wife artist and her lawyer husband and those had the highest price tags.

I was starting to feel how long a day it had been when we came across the statue depicting the young artist being urinated on by a group of older men. Not something I am really into, but it visibly upset Sam. It took me a moment to see that the men were all partners in her law firm. She said that she was ready to leave, and we headed over to pay our respects to the artist and her husband. When Sam introduced me, the wife caught me off guard with the news that my ex was modeling for her now.

I have spent the last 10 years trying to ignore anything that my ex was doing unless it affected the kids' lives or my reputation. She had mostly behaved except for the endless string of worthless boyfriends. After seeing the gallery full of erotic and graphic art, I suddenly envisioned her posing and performing all kinds of depraved acts to be painted. I was unusually rude and told the woman that I would not be coming to see any of that art and turned to leave.

Now I was upset, and I knew that Sam was upset from that last sculpture so rather than both of us going home with those visions in our heads, I asked her to go to a nearby bar with me and have a drink. She agreed and we walked down the street to a little hole in the wall bar that I knew of.

After the Show - Sami's Side.

The bar was only one block away from the gallery and an easy walk, even in my heels. I slid into a booth not far from the young man playing a piano and crooning oldies from long before he was born, while Paul went to the bar and got me a white wine and himself a whisky on the rocks. He slipped into the booth next to me and we silently sipped our drinks and listened to the young man pull at our heartstrings with his songs.

Paul finally spoke and apologized for being rude to my boss's wife and offered to apologize to them if he needed to. I told him that he had saved me from saying something even ruder and no apology was needed.

The drinks calmed us both and I was able to tell Paul what had upset me so about that sculpture. He understood that I could lose respect for those in the depiction if it were an actual event. Using real people in that type of art that weren't professional models was not okay.

Paul told me that he had spent years not thinking of his ex-wife and the fact that she was now stooping to this level made him mad that she would do this to her kids. He could only imagine how that woman was going to depict a woman in her late 50's that was at her best, frumpy.

We talked and listened to the music until way later in the night than we should have but the time passed so quickly. We did discover that most of the scenes depicted in that art were not off limits to either of us. Paul asked if I was alright to drive and I said that I was and didn't have that far to go. He asked again a few minutes later and offered to get me an Uber if I would like. I again told him that I was fine.

Paul was quiet as he walked me to my car. This time I didn't settle for just a hug good night. I pulled him to me and gave him the long deep kiss that he deserved, making sure that I was pressing firmly against him. He reacted by holding me tight for a very long time. I had to break it off or one of us was going home with the other and tonight wasn't the night for that. He helped me into my car and stood and watched me drive away. Again, I had to resist turning around and inviting him home with me.

I watched him in the mirror until he turned and started walking toward his car. I made it home safe and got ready for bed and realized that, at best, I would get 4 hours sleep but sleep wasn't going to come until I relieved myself of some pent-up tension. I dreamt of Paul and how a night together might go. My alarm blared just as things were getting interesting.

I wasn't looking forward to work today. I was embarrassed for everyone in the place. I had only 2 messages on my phone when I checked it. One from the senior partners letting me know that there was a mandatory companywide meeting at 9 a.m. sharp and the other was from Paul letting me know that he had enjoyed himself last night and was looking forward to seeing me again soon.

The first one made me frown, but the second one turned it into a smile with a few extra tingles to go with it.

After the Show - Paul's Side.

The place was a favorite of one of my clients and I had been there a few times over the years. He had brought me here after my divorce and got me drunk and let me vent until I couldn't vent anymore. He had put me in a cab home and had my car delivered to my driveway before I woke in the morning. His rates for my services hadn't increased for 10 years either.

Sam and I picked a booth not far from the young man playing the piano. Sam slipped into the seat, and I went to the bar and got us drinks. I was still upset getting back to the booth but sliding in next to Sam and feeling her hand on my shoulder and a deep pull on some smooth whisky had me coming back to myself presently.

I apologized to her for the way I had spoken to her boss's wife and offered to apologize to them as well. She assured me that my response to them only stopped her from saying something worse than I did and not to worry about it.

We talked a little about art and what this unusual show depicted. I was a little surprised and pleased that she seemed to be even less sexually inhibited than I am. We talked much later than we should have on a weeknight, and it was late when we realized it. I offered to get her a cab or Uber to get home but she insisted that she was fine to get home.

I took her at her word and walked her to her car. The kiss she gave me before getting in was far from chaste and the way she pressed herself against me was very tempting. I wrapped her in my arms and held her close for a long time enjoying her warmth and softness.

I watched her drive away before heading for my own car. Doing some quick math in my head I realized that I hadn't enjoyed the pleasures of a woman for going on 6 months and it was showing in my trousers.

On my drive home I decided to invite her to my cabin at the Venetian Lake Club just to see if I was reading her signals right.

Sam's Side of Being Asked to Go Away for the Weekend.

The firm didn't have a conference room large enough to hold us all so the meeting was held in the bullpen with most of us standing. All the named partners and senior partners stood at one end of the room with Roger, the artist's husband, standing very contritely off to the side.

They started with an apology to the entire firm for the actions of Rogers wife with her display of poor taste and the use of almost everyone's likeness in her art and let us know that all the art using anyone from the firms' likeness had been collected and would be destroyed. There were several of the staff that hadn't gone to the show that were confused but were assured that it would be explained to them in private.

Roger stepped forward and addressed the staff. He started with the news that he was going to be taking a sabbatical of several months while he got his life in order and offered a sincere apology to anyone that was offended by the actions of his soon to be ex-wife. He said that he had been pretty much ignoring what she was up to, and this was her way of getting back at him.

I had felt my phone buzzing a couple of times while in the meeting. Things started breaking up and I went back to my office to start my real workday. The first order of the day was to call Paul back.

I liked the fact that he told me he was worried that he hadn't heard back from me. I told him that we had a company meeting about the art show and it was just wrapping up.

He said that he would love to hear all about it and then asked if I was interested in going away with him for the weekend - to a nudist club of all places. He assured me that it was a clothing optional club and there would be no judgement if I wasn't comfortable with joining in.