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Sam was in the basement, stewing. The television was on, but he wasn't watching it. He was pacing back and forth on the old braided rug in front of it, waiting. He could hear Betsy above him, cleaning up the kitchen after the amazing breakfast she'd made them. He'd offered to stay and help her, but she insisted that was her work. His job was to mix her a drink, and wait. His throbbing erection was making that more difficult.
He was a bit surprised she wanted more alcohol, especially so early in the morning. She'd had three vodka and tonics the night before, and it was still before ten in the morning. Yes, she'd gotten about six hours of sleep, but it seemed odd that she wanted to basically pick up exactly where they'd left off.
He refrained from having a beer, knowing at some point, whether he wanted to or not, he had to drive home later that night. That drive was going to take at least six hours, and that was if he pushed it. He was looking at getting home to New York after midnight, and he had to go to work the next morning. It wasn't the way he expected to spend his Sunday when he'd first planned his trip to visit his parents in North Carolina. Frankly, he figured he'd already be home, relaxing on his final day before his vacation ended, dreading having to go back to his mundane life.
Now he was only dreading the late evening drive. Not that he was complaining. After all, it wasn't every day he got the chance to fuck, let alone a woman as amazing as Betsy. That she was married to one of his vendors was even more surreal, especially since it was on the pretense of rewarding him for signing a big new contract with him.
That was a bit of a ruse, since he had already committed to the deal before Darren basically offered up his wife as some kind of kinky compensation. But she was somehow turned on by the idea, and Darren seemed to be as well. Who was he to argue the dynamics of their marriage? Especially since his own had just recently ended so horribly. It worked for the Thomases, and he was in the midst of reaping the benefits of their unique relationship. His marriage had been conventional by societal standards, and it had crashed and burned. He obviously had been wrong about his ex-wife, he'd been mislead about the idea of what a healthy sex life looked like.
That was the crux of why Betsy was doing what she was doing, really. She saw in Sam a broken man, and she'd spent time the first weekend they'd met helping to heal him by showing him the joy that sex could offer if he were with the right woman. With his confidence growing, he built on that during his time in North Carolina, taking advantage of his parents going away on a ten-day cruise, house-sitting for them. He'd picked up several women while there, his ego practically bursting when it was time for him to head home. He was indeed a much different man than the one that left New York.
In some ways he was looking forward to returning to the city, hoping to continue to build on the confidence he'd gained. But he had a stop to make in Northern Virginia first. It was a bit out of his way, but it was a detour he had been more than willing to make, because he knew what would be waiting for him; namely the incredible auburn-haired vixen tidying up upstairs. Darren had taken his youngest son on a weekend camping trip, leaving his wife behind as a thank you to Sam for the new contract.
She'd already 'thanked' him that many times over since he arrived. She quickly noticed the change in his demeanor, and she was excited for him. She asked what he'd done on his vacation that brought about the spark in his eyes, and upon discovering his success in finding pussy, she decided to test him. First she convinced him to show off his new skills in picking up women at the hotel bar where he'd stayed the first night. She wanted to watch him in action. Not only had he been successful, he'd done so with one of her good friends. It was the additional challenge neither of them thought would become a reality, yet he was able to coax Diane into the prospect of a threesome with another hot woman. He never dreamed he'd be that lucky in his entire life.
Betsy felt lucky too. She never imagined she'd see the inside of his hotel room once he charmed Diane to join him for the night. Yet the three of them spent a few incredible hours discovering each other. She also never dreamed Diane would introduce her to marijuana, which brought with it new sexual pleasures she never realized existed. She still wasn't sure if it was just the drugs, or the thrill of doing something so forbidden outside her marriage. After all, it was only the second time she'd had sex without Darren being there during their marriage, and she was doing it not just with Sam like the previous time, it was with Sam
and
a woman.
She felt it was likely a combination of the pot and the threesome that brought her such incredible orgasms. But she wanted to find out for sure. Discovering a stash in her son's room, just like Diane's son Tony said might be there, she smoked a couple of joints after Sam arrived to spend a full day with her. While the jury was still out, there was no doubt in her mind that the pot allowed her to relax much more, and that in turn made the sex more powerful.
Then again, she'd basically been fucked senseless, which was why she hedged a bit in making a definitive conclusion. The weed definitely made a difference, but so did how Sam was fucking her. She'd insisted on refraining from lovemaking, not wanting to bring that element into her house. If she were going to have sex with him in her own home, she wanted it hard and raw.
Sam certainly had been delivering on his end of the deal once he showed up at her door. She'd encouraged him to spend his last few hours at the hotel alone with Diane, as a final reward for successfully completing Betsy's challenge to find a woman to fuck. She'd also done it for Diane as a thank you for the incredible night they'd shared together. It was going to be memorable in more ways than one, and it brought her even closer to her exotic friend.
Once Sam arrived at her home after checking out, he was all Betsy's for the remainder of his stay in Virginia. They'd fucked three times over six hours after waking up from a long nap, finally going to separate bedrooms again at two in the morning. She'd woken up with moan, mainly from horniness. She knew more sexual delights were dawning with the morning sun. Yes, her body was a bit sore, and she was marked all over with hickeys and scratches from the way he'd abused her. Otherwise, she felt incredible.
Her morning bath revived her, and breakfast had provided her with some much-needed energy. Sam was going to be there until five that afternoon, and she'd promised him the best day of his life, so she needed it. She still had over seven hours left being a whore for her husband, as she was thinking of it, and that had her pussy dripping as she made her way to the bedroom to ready herself for Sam again.
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Betsy had been a bit skeptical when she woke, thinking that Sam wouldn't be able to keep up the torrid pace he'd set that weekend. After all, he'd cum at least seven times that she knew of since he arrived at her house with Darren Friday afternoon. She wasn't sure how many times he came for Diane. But his cock had once again been at full attention all during breakfast. She was certain to get at least one more good fuck before he had to leave late that afternoon.
"Must be the lack of sex he had in his marriage," she reasoned, finding his recovery time remarkable. He was like a backed-up teenager, his cock easily coming back to life time after time.
It seemed odd at first; that is until she actually compared him to Darren, and how he'd react whenever they were on one of their randy vacations with their friends. The idea of having Carrie and Paula as willing and available sexual partners during those weeklong summer trips to Chicago had her husband sporting erections all the time; his sex drive becoming higher than ever.
"Then again, maybe it's just a guy thing," she said as she ran her fingers through her hair, tousling it. "Strange pussy must make them become like dogs around a bitch in heat."
She had done her makeup much differently, going this time for an ultra-slutty vibe. She went to the trouble of putting on long false eyelashes, which were made thick with the mascara. With more time, she might have redone her nails in a different color, but she didn't want to stall too long. She was as excited to get to Sam as he was while waiting for her downstairs.
But that didn't stop her from blazing up another joint, changing her mind from how she felt earlier. She wanted her sex as explosive as possible, and she felt certain the pot was adding to the experience, even if it was just in her head. She wondered if Sam knew she'd been getting high. She and Diane had done it out of his sight, and she'd been doing the same at home. Not caring if he did, she finished the fat joint, flushing the evidence before putting on some perfume to hide any hint that might have lingered on her skin.
Slipping on a pair of red heels, she left a candle burning again in the bathroom, unable to open the window because of the rain. She strutted down the hallway, the buzz from the pot hitting her senses quickly. It was hard for her to understand, but she knew she loved the feeling it gave her.
