The Sleepover
{hey babe Sam is staying with us this weekend her hubby is out of town
that okay with you?}
That was the text sitting in front of me unanswered for 15 minutes while I sipped my coffee. I was supposed to be responding to client emails but I couldn't concentrate after seeing this.
Sam is Samantha. In our circle, Sam and I are the most similar. We both get too flirty when we are drunk. We can't stand the boring dinner table conversations, love taboo talk and dirty jokes. I really like Sam, and her husband, but something happened the last time we all hung out together.
We were all at the Stevens' house - newly remodeled with a pool and jacuzzi. We were all drinking wine, four couples, some smoking pot, and we went in the jacuzzi. Of course, in our community we don't wife swap or have orgies; we are pretty conservative so the most that will happen is playful banter, a little flirting. After a few drinks we were all telling stories, having fun, laughing and sharing a little too much. My wife sat on my right and Sam sat on my left. She was turned toward her husband, the jets were on and the foam was nice and thick, I felt her hand graze my leg moving up my thigh, reaching slightly above the bottom of my swimsuit. It was more than an accidental graze but I wasn't sure if it was a drunken slip up or a deliberate action.
Sam had an innocent face, angelic and innocent. I'll admit it was her face I pictured more than a few times while masturbating in the shower or when I needed to hurry things up with my wife. But since she was in my circle, I knew that a fantasy would be the extent of my sexual engagement with Sam...until I received this text. I knew something was up because I spoke with Sam's husband the week before. He told me about his upcoming business trip and when I offered to have Sam and the kids over, he told me that they were already set up at her mom's house. Now, she was coming to us, and I had a feeling she engineered that deliberately.
Sam and her kids got settled. Our kids and hers kept themselves occupied with toys and games. After eating dinner together, we settled in the living room drinking wine and chatting. The night was winding down and my anxiety was starting to pique. Nothing was out of the ordinary but every once in a while I noticed Sam glance at me and then look away quickly. She was playing it safe and if anything was going to happen, I would have to initiate. I was almost angry at Sam. What the fuck was she thinking? She was expecting me to play out some forbidden fantasy of hers, in my house. I was almost ready to write off this whole stupid idea. I wasn't a cheater. Ok, well, not anymore, and certainly not in my house, with a friend's wife!
I sat, brooding, thinking about getting through this weekend without thinking about Sam being in my house, under my roof, in my guest bed, in her underwear...or does she sleep naked? Fuck. I looked over at Sam - the girls were talking about some dumb shit. She was positioned in a way that, from my angle, I could glimpse a little up her skirt. Did she do that on purpose? She adjusted herself slightly and I saw, for a fraction of a second, the bumps of a freshly shaved pussy. No underwear. The view disappeared and her face stayed steadily gazing at my wife's face. Jesus hell! She knows what she is doing. My cock engorged with blood. I downed my wine.
I wanted to test Sam to see if she would respond and also possibly signal her for something...I don't know what though. I began tapping my foot subtly while pretending to listen to her ongoing conversation with my wife. I planted a little smirk on my face to let her know I saw her cooch...and liked it. Sure enough she began tapping her foot lightly as well. I reached up and ran my fingers across my neck, not too obviously but a little more than an obvious scratch. Low and behold, a minute later she made the same motion. My wife seemed oblivious to our subtle communication and this made me rock hard. I decided to push the test a little. While sitting on the couch, I spread my legs in the way men do while sitting on couches, and then after a minute I put them back together. I wanted to see how Sam would pull this one off. I watched as Sam tried to readjust herself on the other couch but could not find a way to mimic my leg spread. A minute later she glanced over at me and shot me a quick half smirking smile. Holy fuck!
Now, fully aware that Sam was playing my game, I decided that one way or another I needed to fuck her. Knowing that possessing her was a very realistic potential, I began to inspect her like a prize I had won. Of course, I had seen her, but never gazed on her like a wild animal about to devour its prey. As inconspicuous as possible, I optically consumed Samantha. First I noticed that her long black curly hair was as sexually stimulating as the rest of her body. I noticed how it sat, how she moved it around from one shoulder to the other, and how it disobeyed her command until she disciplined it with a quick flick back to where she wanted it to go. Her hair did not lay flat, each curl stood and bounced. An image of her naked, her hair covering her breasts entered my mind. My cock stiffened even more, pushing uncomfortably against my pants.
I continued to eye fuck Samantha, moving from her hair to her neck. Her neck was delicate and her skin was smooth and olive colored. She had no blemishes on her neck but little dark moles that accentuated her face. I did not see the splotches or peach fuzz or the other things that diminish female skin. I was almost salivating, imagining how her skin would taste on my tongue, and how she would react when I got my lips on her. My cock throbbed, uncomfortably. Is it possible I might cum in my pants?
Her body is something I've inspected before, in the jacuzzi, and once, on a trip to the beach with friends. She has curves and a little pooch of a belly. Her ass was like two round Jello cakes and when she planted her steps, her butt cheeks would shake off each step. Her body was tightly wrapped in a not overly sexy house skirt, and some fucking blouse. Goddammit, I couldn't think anymore and I was tired of using my imagination. I needed real, tactile stimulation. I could no longer stand imagining fucking Sam, I needed to feel Sam's warm pussy wrapped around my cock. I needed to know what her lips felt like on mine. I wanted to feel her hair tickling my chest.
It wasn't long until we started winding down and I started feeling a sense of impending dread. How in the fuck would I make this happen? There was no way I was actually going to touch, much less fuck, Sam. It just wasn't possible. My wife declared that she was going to put the kids to bed, which on a Friday night meant snuggling with them in our bed watching TV until everyone fell asleep. I sometimes joined them, or sometimes stayed downstairs reading for a while. I said I would straighten up, not overly uncharacteristic of me, and then head up to bed. Sam, stretched and yawned and said it was time to check in.
I waited until the ladies were in a position that allowed me to get up and readjust my cock so my erection wouldn't be obvious. I noticed that Sam could have seen me from the corner of her eye,although, if she did notice, she didn't acknowledge it in any way and shuffled off to her room with her kids in tow.
I went into the kitchen and began straightening up. I worked slowly as I savored over our little game. I also let myself imagine what I would do to Sam if I had her alone. It involved wrapping my hand around that delicate neck and treating her body a lot more roughly than it looked like she had been treated in a long time. She didn't know that side of me though and I don't know what she would think if she saw it. Suddenly, "Jack..."
Fuck! I nearly dropped the plate in my hand. I turned around and Sam was in the doorway.
"Jesus Christ Sam, you scared me!"
"Are you a scaredy cat, Jack?"
"Not usually, but my head was off in the clouds."
"What were you thinking about Jack?"
I paused, knowing this was my opportunity.
"I noticed you are an anxious person Sam, you were tapping your foot"
"So were you, are you nervous about something?"
"Well, I saw something I shouldn't have."
"Why do you say you shouldn't have, maybe you were meant to see it."
"Well then, if that's the case, I want to see more."
Sam stood in the doorway looking hard at me. I returned her gaze. This was the moment. I walked towards her, looking at the stairway behind her, making sure there were no peeking eyes. I stood directly in front of her, looking into her eyes hungrily. She was looking up at me, unflinchingly, and I could feel the heat of her desire. I reached out and caressed her cheek. Her face melted into my hand, like a pussycat getting its head scratched. Her arm reached up and rested on my arm. I felt the hardness of my muscle under her soft fingers. She let out a little moan, it sounded involuntary, uncontrolled. I was both scared and ecstatic and I was not ready to let her go. I pulled her further into the kitchen away from the doorway and brought her close to me. Our faces were almost pressed together, our eyes still looking into one another, and then I pulled her face to mine and her mouth opened up. Her warm breath tasted like wine as our tongues met. I felt a sort of gushing feeling inside of me, like my desire for Sam had been completely unlocked and was coursing through my veins, like an intoxicating drug. Like crack, no, like a heroin injected directly into my bloodstream.
Our mouths pressed together frantically. She let out little moans and squeaks and our hands began to explore. First, I felt the small of her back going down to her plump ass. She worked her way down my arms to my obliques and up my chest. Feeling my muscles, tight with desire and anticipation. I brought my right hand around to her stupid blouse, which was, thankfully, loose. My hand made its way up from the inside and caressed her small soft breast. As my thumb glided over her nipple, her knees buckled slightly and I became aware of the intensity of her lust. I paused and glanced over her nipple again, and she could barely contain a whimper. Holy Mary, mother of Christ! Her nipples were like clits. She seemed to slowly melt into a frenzy of uncontrolled lust as I teased her nipples and squeezed her breasts. Her hips thrust into me like she was trying to blindly mount my cock through my jeans. She radiated heat but I could not let my first experience with Sam move so quickly. I pulled my hand out of her blouse and put it around her neck. I pulled her close to me and put my lips to her ear.
"Go make sure your kids are asleep. Put on your pajamas, freshen up, and meet me here in 20 minutes."
"Jack I want..."
I squeezed my hand around her throat, "shut up and do what I said."
She looked at me, slightly stunned, then she walked off without a word. I wondered if I had blown it. I guess I would find out in 20 minutes.
I went upstairs, brushed my teeth, moved my kids to their beds, and assessed the situation. My wife was asleep and had drunk a lot. She would stay that way. I spent a few minutes smelling the air and making sure everything was calm. Damn! This was about to happen. I tried to think past the next hour or so and what tomorrow morning would look like. What would next week look like? Could we really do this? I decided that I would talk to Sam first, before attacking her, and maybe we should forget this whole thing, chalk it up to a few too many glasses of wine and keep it our little secret.
The clock read 19 minutes had passed. I couldn't wait any longer and headed downstairs. Sam was there waiting for me on the couch. She was wearing her skirt still but had changed into a sexy shirt that, I guess, was her pajama shirt - the sexy whore. When she saw me coming down, she opened her legs and I saw, clearly now, a hairless vagina. She leaned back on the couch, put two fingers in her mouth, and then brought them down to her pussy. She whispered, "I couldn't do this while your wife was sitting here, so it's my turn now." So much for talking to her. I joined her on the couch next to her, side straddling her. I took her hand, the one massaging her pussy, moved it away, and placed my own hand on her clit. She nearly jumped. Slowly I began massaging it, and then I decided I wanted to have that conversation with her.
"Sam, you know, if we stop now, we can just think that we had too much wine and forget this whole thing ever happened."
"Jack, do you want to stop?"
