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Good Intentions Ch 01 Sammys Seduction

Good Intentions Ch 01 Sammys Seduction

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A sultry female voice suddenly broke the post orgasmic silence. "I can't believe you haven't pulled Sammy into your little harem. She's hot, she's married, and she's neglected... everything you look for in a women." With one simple sentence my primal instincts awoke from a gentle slumber and the wheels of seduction began to turn.

I was lying in bed with my breath recovered, and my resting heart rate finally back to its normal sixty beats per minute. My head and back propped on a pillow, my legs gently spread apart and fully extended, my wet, spent, semi hard cock laid in the left crease between my thigh and abdomen. The tip leaked the last little bit of cock fluid that wasn't forcefully ejected from my balls into Jen's ass a few minutes ago.

Jen laid on her side cuddled next to me with her top leg over me and the bottom leg running straight down next to mine. Her arm was under my pillow with her head resting on my shoulder. Her other hand was gently running up and down my defined chest and abs. Jen was content, that bitchy lust crazed attitude that she arrived with was now extinguished.

Jen, or Jennifer as she is formally called, is my ex-wife. We met about ten years ago at Mike and Samantha's Labor Day pool party. Jen and Samantha are best friends going back to freshmen in high school. After high school they went their separate ways like normal life separates young people, but they always stayed in touch and Jen returned home for visits frequently. She had just moved back from Georgia where things didn't work out the way she expected.

Jen and I hit it off right from the start. We dated for a year and I asked her to marry me. We were married for two years. Everything was great, I can't complain about anything and I certainly couldn't have asked for a better friend or wife, but as I found out, I am not the marrying type.

I recognized early on that I have a very serious character fault and that I would never be able to forsake all others because I absolutely love women. I love the challenge of seducing them, I love fucking them, I love making them do things they would never do with anyone else. I love to be the man that releases their inner slut from the constructs of society. Needless to say during our marriage I had a primal need to roam, constantly craving the forbidden. The more I tried to contain my primal desires the harder and hungrier they became.

With the realization that I would never be able to remain a true and faithful husband, and since Jen had zero desire in sharing me with other women, I asked her for a divorce. She agreed and we went our separate ways. Her and I remain very good friends and fuck buddies to this day, seven years later. Jen remarried a guy named Frank about two years after our divorce and they have a five year old daughter that I adore, but I don't like her husband Frank.

After our divorce I focused my attention exclusively toward married women. That was a huge contrast from my earlier days when I went out of my way to avoid a women with a ring, preferring the single girls instead. I thought it was easier to stay out of trouble that way. But, I learned the errors of my ways and I haven't made an exception to the married requirement in seven years, except for Jen of course, she was grandfathered in. I also adhere to the "rule of three," which means that I always have three married women in rotation that I fuck on a regular basis. Jen holds the 'main bitch' position in my little harem. The other two positions get rotated every few months. I'm a Sagittarius, I get bored easy.

As Jen and I were laying there enjoying the afterglow that a really good fuck session produces she made a statement from out of nowhere that shocked me. "I can't believe you haven't pulled Sammy into your little harem. She's hot, she's married, and she's neglected... everything you look for in a women."

Jen is aware of my harem and she is totally cool with it. I know, funny right. Why did we get divorced again? People change though. By the time I'm finished telling my story you'll realize like me just how unpredictable human behavior, and especially sexual desire and female sexual response can be.

When Jen first met Frank she weaned herself off of me, at lease for a little while, but she started coming back around a year into their relationship. I've been fucking her regularly ever since. That's when I told her about my harem and how I operate it. She found no problem with it and accepted things as is. Go figure, life's funny like that.

I laughed at Jen's sudden statement. "Sammy? What? Sammy's my best friend's wife. Damn Jen! Even I have boundaries. What the fuck made you think that?" Jen went on to tell me about girl's night last Saturday. Apparently Sammy had a few to many glasses of wine and spilled her guts to Jen.

Jen was totally floored by Sammy's confessions. To make a long story short Jen went on to tell me that Sammy was unhappy in her marriage. That Mike has been her only lover. He has never given her an orgasm with his cock and that he is inconsiderate. He only fucks her once a week or so and he is totally unimaginative in bed, and to top that off he only lasts a few minutes before he is finished and asleep.

Jen went on to say that Sammy told her that she's tried several times to get Mike to show her more attention and to be more adventurous, but Mike doesn't seem to be interested in fixing anything or even recognizing that anything is wrong. She also told Jen that she was going to file for divorce if Mike didn't shape up soon.

I was in complete fucking shock when Jen was telling me all this. I have known Mike for over twenty-years! We met in Army basic training at the reception center as we waited for day one of basic training to start. We were homeboys, having grown up only thirty minutes from each other. We each lived about fifteen minutes on the opposite side of the county line.

For some reason or another I felt responsible for him. If I hadn't taken him under my wing the first day of basic after the Drill Sergeants left him physically shaking and sniveling like a little a girl I don't think he would've made it. Fortunately for him he manned up along the way. Ever since Basic we have been best buddies.

I've known Sammy almost as long as I've known Mike. They were high school sweethearts and like a lot of guys out of basic training he was quick to get married, and shortly after basic he proposed, Sammy accepted and six months later they were officially husband and wife. I consider Sammy a very, very close friend. In fact the three of us always used to hang out together back in our Army days as we shared our first duty location. When Jen and I were dating and throughout our marriage we were an inseparable foursome. We spent many vacations and weekend getaways together. Sammy, Mike, and I still spend considerable time together.

Jen also shared some very interesting things that Sammy told her about me! According to Jen, Sammy went on to tell her that she wished Mike would fuck her like I used to fuck Jen on our weekend getaways! Sammy would hear us going at it in a bedroom down the hall or a tent across the camp site. She would get herself off while listening to us fucking as Mike snored away! She even told Jen she fantasized about me and the things I would do to her in her fantasies. She also admitted that she has been attracted to me for a very long time. WOW! My mind was being blown by Jens story. Sammy isn't aware that Jen and I still fuck on a very regular basis. It's funny how women can keep secrets from one another.

By this time in Jen's story telling we had propped ourselves up on our elbows facing each other. I was very intrigued. My primal senses where starting to tingle.

Jen continued "Shawn, we're their best friends and we need to intervene in their relationship. Maybe you can get through to Mike, but if that doesn't work..." she trailed off.

I know Jen and I know how she thinks. I finished her thought, "What, if I can't get through to Mike... I should start fucking his wife, bring her into my little harem?"

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Jen replied, "Yes. She's my best friend and I want to help her anyway I can. I know your sick fucking ass can fill any need she has. Shawn, it is so un-fucking fair to her that Mike left her hanging like this. I can't believe she hasn't had an affair yet, but she swears to god that she hasn't, and I believe her. My god Shawn! Can you imagine not having an orgasm when you're fucking someone for TWENTY YEARS?"

"Damn Jen, I can't even begin to imagine that. It's so totally fucked up I can't even comprehend it, but somehow, knowing Mike, it wouldn't surprise me." We lay there contemplating the situation. I told Jen "You know that my forte is seducing married women, but Sammy is a different story, she is a good friend and my best friend's wife. If I make an attempt and she isn't down with it, it can fuck up our entire friendship, or the very least make shit really weird. It's a huge risk."

Jen replied "Yeah, but I'm ninety-nine percent sure she'd be down with it. She wants you in the worst kind of way a women can want someone, believe me, I'm a women. I can sense it. Plus, it would only be until you can get Mike to come around."

"Wow Jen, I can't believe you're suggesting all this." I reach up and run my fingers through her hair as I continue "Fuck! You know I'm weak when it comes too neglected, big cock starved married pussy."

Jen hits my arm and laughs, "It's not just your big cock asshole, it's how you use it... it's your dirty mind... it's your hands... fuck Shawn, your just a dirty bastard."

I looked into her blue eyes, "Would you be cool knowing I'm fucking Sammy, you wouldn't be jealous that I'm making your best friend do all kinds of nasty bad things?"

Jen replied "I told you, I want to help her anyway I can. I would much rather you fuck Sammy instead of one of the other sluts in your little harem that I don't know anything about." Jen startled giggling and slapped my arm, "Plus, I know you Shawn, you would love to make Sammy your little whore." Jen runs her hand down my chest and over my abs and down to my rock hard cock that was completely spent and sore from fucking only fifteen minutes ago. She grabs my cock and squeezes, "see you motherfucker, you're hard as fuck."

I laugh, "Goddamn my deviant little bitch, look what you do to me."

Jen begins stroking my cock, "I have one condition though."

"What's that?"

"I still get this cock once a week or whenever I want it."

With a big smile and a laugh I say, "You know I don't like Frank. I'm going to give you this cock at least once a week. Deal!"

Over the next couple of days, I gave what Jen shared with me a lot of thought. It was constantly on my mind. The idea of bringing Sammy into my harem got my cock so fucking hard with just the mere thought of the idea. Mike worships the ground Sammy walks on, he would never recover from Sammy walking out on him. I began to rationalize the benefits this temporary relationship would provide to everyone. On one hand I can save Mike a crushed heart, his house, money, and the awesome garage that he restores his classic cars in, and more importantly his and Sammy's marriage.

I'm pretty sure that I can help him see the light and he wouldn't be any wiser. What you don't know can't hurt, right? Sammy would get the sexual gratification and experience that she is missing and so badly wants. I would get to turn another married women into my little slut. It would be a win-win for everyone. My intentions are good.

The following Saturday I spent the day with Mike helping him work on his current restoration project, which was a sixty-six Dodge Charger. Not one of my favorites. I used that time to lightly probe him with comments and questions strategically placed in conversation here and there, trying to confirm or deny some of the information that Jen shared last week. I also spent some time flirting with his wife when she would visit us in the garage. I would marvel at her perfect ass and think about all the bad fucking things I was going to do to it if things worked out.

Mike is definitely a little awkward and conservative when it comes to sexual matters, and upon reflection, he has always been like that since I've known him. By the end of the day I was convinced that the information Jen shared was legit, but for some reason nagging in the back of my mind it just didn't surprise me.

Let me start by saying this isn't my first married wife seduction rodeo, I have learned a lot over the last several years of seducing married women. A good plan is always required. I spent the following week developing what I called Sammy's Seduction Plan. I used the same outline as the basic operation order I honed in Army Ranger School years ago. I made sure all the bases were covered, the situation was well defined, and the mission was clear, the execution plan was developed in detail, all risks identified, and a contingency plan for Murphy's Law was in place. With Sammy's Seduction Plan completed it was time to execute "Operation Save Mike." All I needed was an execution date.

The execution date was given to me by Mike himself when he called Thursday, inviting me over to watch the World Super Bike race on his huge screen, have some dinner, and munch on some of Sammy's delicious brownies. Brownies are my only sweet indulgent, and I only indulge in Sammy's brownies. Sammy has been making them special for me for years now.

Let me take a minute to introduce myself. I'm Shawn. I'm forty-five years old, and I'm not your typical mid-forties man. I stand a little shy of six feet and weigh in at a lean, ab showing one hundred and ninety athletically built pounds that I maintain through a six day a week weight training program coupled with a couple of days of high intensity interval training, and a clean, healthy diet thrown in for good measure.

I'm told frequently that I'm one of those guys that pull off the shaved head look. I wear either a very short five O'clock shadow or short beard and have a couple tatt's. I know attraction is relative, but, I've never had any problems attracting women. I look at least ten-years younger than my age and I'm a huge flirt with a quick wit, and lastly I have a cock that women seem to fall in love with.

I make my living through freelance network engineering projects. I work when I want to and I usually work from home. I'm not rich, but I have money to play with. I have a lot of free time to live life, which I do to the fullest. I live by the motto Carpe Momento - Seize the Moment or Die Trying.

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Enough about me though. I can't say that I wasn't anxious and a little nervous Sunday morning when I woke up. I normally don't get nervous or anxious over anything, but I plan to seduce my best friend's wife this afternoon, and if things go wrong I could lose the only true friends I have. I suck it up and drive on with Mike and Sammy's best interests in mind. I'm convinced that my plan and my intentions are fucking sound.

I pull into the driveway. His house sits back form the main road about a hundred yards. Mike and Sammy have a nice place, it's not a mansion or anything, but it's very modern and comfortable. Mike makes a very good living for himself and his small family. He works for a Department of Defense contractor that manufacturers highly specialized parts for various weapon systems. All I know about what he does is that he works swing shift, and he programs and operates some kind of state of the art machine that produces the parts for weapons.

Mike and Sammy are also covering the college tuition of their twenty-two year old daughter, Casey. Casey's a senior this year. She doesn't come home much, usually just on the long holiday weekends.

I knock on the door as I let myself in. I find Mike sitting in his favorite recliner in a spacious living room, sipping on a local craft beer watching TV. The race doesn't start for another thirty minutes. The smells of baked ham roll into my nose. Dinner smells delicious.

The living room is sunken about three feet down from the rest of the house. There is a short staircase to the right that leads up into the open kitchen. As I closing the door behind me I glance to the right, past Mike up into the kitchen. I see Sammy behind the long counter top that runs parallel to the living room. At this angle I can only see her from the bottom of her breast up to her cheerful and smiling face looking back at me. She yells out "Hey Shawn, I'm glad you could make it."

Immediately after, Mike greets me with a "Hey man!"

I nod my head to Mike and I reply back to Sammy, "Hey there gorgeous! You know I wouldn't miss having a slice of your ham. Shit! I would slit a motherfucker's throat for a piece of your ham."

With a light blush, a giggle and a bat of her eyes, "If you think that smells good, wait till I get the brownies in the oven."

I quickly think to myself 'I can't wait to smell your wet fucking cunt juice dripping off my fingers,' but I say "You are such a fucking tease, but yeah, me either. I am going to watch how you make them today, just in case I ever need to start making them myself."

She gives me a quizzical "Um... Okaaay." That short joust of innuendos was lost to Mike as he was enthralled with pre-race commentary and skimpily clad young pit bitches on T.V.

Mike has a beer ready for me on the stand between his and Sammy's recliners. Next to the empty recliner is a long brown leather sofa. I sit down in Sammy's recliner and Mike and I start conversing about general bullshit, nothing in particular. We're just waiting for the flag to drop and the race to start.

Five more minutes. I anxiously bide my time until the flag finally drops and the Superbikes launch from their pads. Mikes favorite racer gets a bad start and he yells at me, "Oh man, what the fuck dude. Did you see that bullshit? Man! What kind of shit was that! He has some serious ground to make up now."

I look at him "He's not going to catch up dude. The best he can hope for now is just fucking finishing the race."

"You want to bet? He's a former world Champion" Mike replies and goes back to watching the race.

After a couple laps go by I get up from the recliner "you want another beer?"

"Sure."

"Okay, I'll grab you one on my way back down." I think to myself 'execution time.'

"I need to catch up with Sammy and see how the last girl's night went and what Jen's been up to." I already know what Jen has been up to though.

Mike ignores me as I walk past him to the steps that lead up to the kitchen where his super sexy wife is standing behind the counter making the final preparations for dinner. I walk around and see that she's wearing black leggings with panty lines clearly visible. I think 'who the fuck wears panties with leggings?' I also notice the outline of her bra through the plain grey T-shirt she's wearing.

Sammy looks at me as I'm looking her up and down and with my best bad boy grin, "Damn it Sammy, I thought I've told you a hundred times now, you gotta' lose those lines princess."

Sammy looks at me and giggles with a little blush to her face, "Oh, shut up Shawn."

I walk up next to her and place my right hand on her right shoulder blade and give her a small circular stroke, my upper right leg lightly touching her left hip "Well? How did your last girl's night go?"

She pauses a few seconds and say's while lying a freshly peeled potato onto the counter. "It went great! We went checked out a new winery. Jen and I had a really good time. I might have gotten a little carried away with the wine though. God... I paid for it the next day like you wouldn't believe. I just laid on the couch all day." I'm still rubbing her back, "Oh, and Jen said to tell "the asshole" hi!" Sammy lets out a sexy little giggle. It makes my fucking dick throb.

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