As soon as my meeting ended, I went straight back to my office to check my phone for a message from Sam. I'd hardly been able to concentrate as I sat in the conference room, just knowing that her neighbor was there with her, thinking about what they might be doing. Almost an hour had passed since I told her to invite him upstairs and have fun, and she still hadn't texted back to say they were done.
As I debated about whether I should send another message to check in, I read back over our last several texts.
Sam: My neighbor is in CVS
Mark: Let him see you and see if he says anything
Sam: He saw me lol
Sam: I didn't stop to say hi, though... headed back to my apartment now
Mark: Didn't want to say hi? ;)
Sam: He's chasing me down the street now
Mark: :)
Mark: I'm hosting a meeting for an hour. Have fun ;)
Mark: Is he in your apt?
Sam: Not yet...
Mark: Let him up and let him have you
Mark: Text me when he's done ;-*
An hour later, with no response, it felt safe to assume that Sam had taken me up on my suggestion to invite the guy up to her apartment. She'd said he could cum multiple times. He must be taking full advantage of the opportunity to fuck her. I just hoped I'd made the right choice in encouraging it.
While I waited to hear from Sam, I thought back to our chats and conversations from the past week, where we'd been sort of planning for this. As soon as she admitted to me that she and her neighbor had masturbated together through their windows, I knew this was what she wanted. She held back at first, clearly nervous to admit that she was thinking about it. Nervous about what my reaction would be, I guess. Understandable. It surprised me at first, to realize how much it turned me on to think about someone else fucking her, but there was no denying it.
I was suddenly hard again at my desk as I imagined how Sam might be sucking her neighbor's big cock until he was cumming down her throat, then staying hard to fuck her, stretching that tight, young pussy, and making her cum on his cock. Wondering how many times he'd cum for her, inside her, on her. And how many times she'd cum for him. Possibly more than she's cum for me so far. I couldn't resist stroking through my pants a little as I thought about it.
Then my phone finally chimed, almost exactly an hour since my last message.
Sam: Chris just left
I waited to see if she'd send anything else to let me know what had happened. But nothing. She was going to make me pull it out of her again. I smirked to myself, knowing that if she was holding back, it must've been good. I needed to find out just how good it was.
Mark: Did he cum a lot?
I noticed I was breathing harder as I waited for Sam's response, and fully hard at my desk. I rearranged things in my pants as discreetly as I could before getting up to close my office door, hoping no one would bother me for a while.
Sam started to type, the three dots flashing on our text screen. Then the dots stopped and started again. It happened a few more times before I started typing out another message, deciding to ask a more specific question ("How many times did he cum?") to make it easier for her to answer. But then her message finally came.
Sam: This was the third time
Then a picture came through, too. It was Sam, laying on her bed and covered in streaks of cum from the neck down. Both of her hands were in the picture, so it had clearly been Chris who took it.
I had some pretty intense mixed emotions as soon as I saw it, but the throbbing in my cock drove me to ask more.
Mark: Was that the last one? Where were the other two?
But then I had another thought and typed out another fast message before Sam could reply.
Mark: Wait, I want to hear all the details in person. I'm coming over.
I hadn't planned on going to Sam's that day. My wife was expecting me home right after work to take over watching the kids so she could go out with her sister. But without another thought, I typed out a text to her as I gathered my things to leave the office.
Mark: Something came up at work. I'm going to be a little late.
Then I was heading towards the elevator, pausing in my boss' doorway to tell him I needed to leave a little early, spouting the first lie that came to my mind, that one kid was sick and my wife needed help. I didn't stop to question it. The only thing on my mind was getting to Sam's and hearing more about what happened with her neighbor as soon as possible.
I checked my phone again as I rode the elevator down and saw another text from Sam.
Sam: Okay :)
I responded right away.
Mark: On my way
Mark: Curtains closed now
I wasn't sure if her neighbor would still try to communicate through their windows once he got home, but I wanted to make sure Sam knew he was done for now. He'd had his fun. More than enough of it, judging by that picture.
I scrolled back to it again and clicked to enlarge it on my phone, then swiped with my fingers to zoom in, looking closely at all the streaks of cum glistening on Sam's stomach and chest. When I zoomed in closer to her pussy, I thought I could see some leaking out of her there, too. I was getting hard again in the elevator and had to put my phone away as I made my way out of the building.
***
Sam buzzed me up right away when I got to her place. She was wearing her robe, which came down to about mid-thigh. My eyes raked over her, wondering whether she was wearing anything underneath. Whether she'd washed all of Chris' cum off before pulling it on. I had to know.
"Did you shower?" I asked, when I was barely in the door.
"Yes..." Sam answered hesitantly, her face flushing.
"Or do you still have his cum on you? Inside you?"
She didn't answer, an uneasy look on her face.
"Where else did he cum?" I asked next, my eyes still poring over her.
"The first two times, he came in my mouth. Then that third time, he came all over me, and inside me a little, I think."
"You think?" I snapped. I knew I must sound like a dick, but I couldn't help it.
Sam shrugged a little timidly. "I think he started to cum inside me before he pulled out and came on me like that."
"Did you brush your teeth after he came in your mouth? Twice?"
Sam blushed deeper and looked down. I saw her eyes catch on the bulge in my pants and wondered what she must think, hearing me treating her like a dirty slut, and then seeing me so clearly turned on.
"No... but I can, if you want," she answered.
I tried harder to get a grip on myself when I saw her look away from me like that. "I would like you to, yes," I said in a softer voice. "Can I wait for you in your room?"
She looked up at me again when my tone changed. "Yeah, go ahead."
I went into her room, first checking to make sure she'd closed her curtains like I told her to. She had. Then I looked over the bed. There weren't any obvious stains on the comforter, but I couldn't help wondering whether his cum had dripped and made a mess as it sprayed onto her. So many images were already running through my mind. I knew I had to hear all the details, to find out exactly what she'd done with him.
When Sam came into the room, she still looked a little unsure, but made a point of meeting my eyes.
"All clean," she said with a slight smirk.
"Good. Now take your robe off and come sit on the bed."
Sam untied her robe and pulled it open, then let it slide off her shoulders to the floor. As my eyes roamed up and down her naked body, she walked right up to me, running a hand over my chest. Her fingers trailed down as she sat on the edge of the bed right in front of me. I caught her hand and stopped it before she could reach my cock.
"Spread your legs," I commanded.
She obliged, breathing harder and smiling up at me as she spread her knees and leaned back onto her elbows on the bed.
I crouched down for a close-up view, noticing right away how red and swollen her lips were, pressing into them with two fingers and spreading her, feeling her flinch.
"Are you sore?"