SAM'S CONFESSION
Samantha was depressed. Not only that, she was very frustrated. Sexually that is. That in itself is something of a surprise, since her husband James, is a family doctor and should be aware of all these things - particularly in his own wife. Except that he was having a bit of a fling with a beautiful colored nurse at the local hospital. He had recently taken on more extra work at the hospital, but when Samantha found a three-pack of condoms in his jacket pocket, with two already taken, she guessed why he was spending more time there. She had replaced the packet and said nothing about it.
At first she couldn't believe that it meant what it clearly did. That James was having an affair. Then, when she thought about it more objectively, she realized that was the reason for the frequency of their love-making having dwindled. James was getting his satisfaction elsewhere. Their sex had become commonplace for him.
After making herself a coffee, Sam wiped her eyes, took a deep breath, sat down to think things through. When they had first married, James and she were like rabbits! Fucking at every opportunity. It was great. It could never end. But, of course, as time went on, the frequency fell away until they got into a routine. Usually Sunday mornings before getting up! Perhaps that was the problem. Sex shouldn't really be routine. It should, ideally, be a new thrilling experience every time. If only!
Was it her fault? Sam struggled with the thought that it may have been her own lack of enthusiasm during their love-making. Should she talk it through with James? Confrontation was not one of her strong points. Anything for a quiet life. Besides, James would not let a bit of a fling ruin their marriage, surely. But an erect cock knew no morals. He would want the best of both worlds, of course. But where did this leave her, Samantha?
Frustrated!
She could - and did - masturbate frequently, but there were times when she craved a thick penis deep inside her vagina. Times when she felt she would explode for want of a cock. But she managed to keep up appearances. Wait until it blew over.
James was working an extra shift at the hospital, so Sam drove into town for some shopping. Take her mind off her problems. But her body was teeming with a curious, suffocating desire It was in the market square that she bumped into Sarah. Her occasional lover and dear friend who had introduced her to girl on girl sex. Though she hadn't seen a lot of her recently.
Sarah persuaded Sam to have a coffee with her in Starbucks. Sam spilled out her problem. Sarah later wrote an email to her friend Bel about it.
Dearest Bel
Saturday was quite a good day, in spite of not being able to chat to you! And an unexpected day. I bumped into Sam this morning in the market, looking as desirable as ever, though her eyes were slightly puffed. You remember Samantha. She's not as regular a lover as Heather, but an occasional mistress. I think that's because, deep down, she feels she's being unfaithful to James. Being in no particular hurry, she agreed to have a coffee with me. We settled in a fairly busy Starbucks.
After the usual chit chat, Sam said she was feeling a bit down at the mouth. When I persuaded her to tell me more, it seems she thinks James may be having an affair! Gosh - our family doctor having a bit on the side? I said I didn't believe it. What made her think it - etc? Well, she found condoms in his coat pocket. Is that conclusive? Well, I don't know. I have myself found such things in George's overnight bag - but what the hell? But Sam was crying.
The upshot was that I persuaded her to come home with me for a spot of lunch and talk through it. The last thing she needed was to bottle it all up. She wasn't inclined to have it out with James, she said. That could be too emotional. That would account for the puffy eyes - she'd been crying. With it being such a lovely spring morning, I had walked into the town, so came home with Sam in her car. James was doing a shift at the hospital apparently. If that's indeed what he was doing!
Anyway, back at the house I offered Sam a drink - a G&T, to calm her down. A strong one! Sod the driving. While I prepared a light salad she told me that her love life was rather non existent. Well, I knew that - she'd told me before when we first got together, but I thought it was just a passing phase. There were times, she said, when she just got so tensed up with frustration she thought she'd explode. (We know the feeling!) Masturbation was the immediate answer of course. But at times she needed something else. Someone else. Which is where I came in! Gratefully!
I sat beside her on the settee and put an arm round her, nice and motherly. She lay her head on my shoulder for a quiet feeling-sorry-for-herself session.
'Look Sam - it's not the end of the world. Even if James is playing around, it'll pass. Believe me. We all need a change at times. A breath of fresh air. He'll come back refreshed.'
Sam smiled wanly at me with wet eyes. She looked so vulnerable. Our eyes met and lingered. I leaned over to kiss her mouth with some tenderness. She immediately put her hand on the back of my head, pressing her mouth hard against mine with a grunt. When my other hand reached over to feel for her breast, caressing it softly, Sam sighed into my mouth. I knew she wanted sex there and then. Well, she wanted sexual satisfaction! My hand slipped into the top of her blouse, beneath the bra searching for the nipple. It was hardening even as I touched it. Mmm! I'd forgotten what lovely boobs she has.
Without any warning at all, though I should have guessed knowing the mood she was in, Sam pulled at my blouse, tearing open the buttons and dragging my bra up. Her mouth was on my nipples straight away. Chewing. Her other hand went up my skirt grappling with my knickers, her fingers seeking the object of her urgent need. In no time at all, she was fingering my vulva. Rapture!
I felt I was being raped! Sam was all over me, unfastening my bra, pulling off my blouse followed by my skirt. She really growled as she crawled all over me, shrugging off her own blouse, pulling at her bra until her bursting nipple was thrust against my mouth. She has lovely hard chunky nipples. She really has gorgeous breasts actually. Much bigger, fuller and softer than mine - or Heather's for that matter. Her hand was now crawling all over my vulva. My vagina was doing it's stuff - quickly lubricating! It was ready for whatever came its way!
I allowed myself to be dragged to the floor. Sam hurriedly hoisted her skirt, dragged the crotch of her knickers to one side and planted her sloppy vulva over my mouth. Lovely and hairy! Hot and wet! Abundant, lovely labia grinding against my face. I felt the juices smearing my lips. Her mouth was now eating my own pussy like there was no tomorrow. Growling again, like a dog, she stabbed at it with her stiffened tongue. It was violent. Hard!
As she pushed her groin against my mouth, Sam shouted! 'Yes, you bitch! Give it to me!' I was doing all I could! 'More! More!' Her body was writhing wildly. My god! She was hurting - thrusting her pelvis against my face.
