Preface:
This is a physcosexual thriller that explores the darker side of human sexuality and desire, sexual morality, and self-control. The characters in this story are human and like all of us they are flawed, some more so than others maybe.
BEWARE: THIS IS A DARK UGLY STORY. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!
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Good Intentions: Chapter 2: Training Day
I was up at six feeling fresh and full of energy, I was even a little excited, that's something that doesn't happen often anymore. I threw on some shorts and brushed my teeth. I was out the door and heading to my garage gym for my morning workout. I have a small portion of my garage dedicated to gym space and it is equipped to meet my needs. It has a power rack and assorted dumbbells, bands and the miscellaneous things you would find in any gym.
The rest of the garage is full of toys. I have a couple of dirt bikes, one's set up for motocross and the other for trails. I still love hitting the track and trails. My pride and joy is a highly modified off-road buggy that Mike helped me build. It has a four hundred horse power eight cylinder engine with front and rear lockers, which when engaged allow all four wheels to grab at once. It sits on thirty-seven inch tires and has a professionally tuned suspension. I haven't found anything that it can't conquer yet. It has been through, in, up, and over some of the gnarliest shit on the planet. Finally there's my Harley Fat Bob. What an Awesome bike. When I bought it I was looking for a high performance two-seater, Fat Bob met the requirements. Girls love bikes and I love girls. I plan to take it for a spin this weekend.
I went a little light on my workout this morning, I was going to need my energy for what I had planned today. After my workout, it was shit, shower, and shave. I threw on a T-Shirt, shorts and flip-flops and then grabbed my bag of goodies that I put together Saturday on my way out the door.
I texted Sammy, "See you in thirty princess." The thought occurred to me that she might get cold feet since the effects of her hormonal response from last night might have dissipated.
As I'm jumping into my Wrangler I get a text back, "OMG! I can't believe this is finally happening. Careful."
I think to myself, 'me either Sammy, me either' as I pull out of my driveway, in thirty minutes I would be pulling into hers. In less than an hour I will be initiating my best friend's wife into my small harem of sexy married bitches. I just have to keep my primal urges under control, after all, this is just temporary.
The realization hits me on how fucked up it is to seduce my best friend's wife, even with the intent of saving his marriage, but if she leaves him he will probably commit suicide.
During my drive over to Sammy's I begin some psychoanalysis and let my mind wonder. I realize I've been doing a lot of that lately. I start to question myself on what drives me. What makes me, me? Why are married women such a turn-on? What drives my need to want to possess a married women and make her mine, at least for a little while? Why do I get bored so easily? Why do they always seem to want and love it so much? I can't be that different from other men, can I? Why are these primal urges so fucking hard to control sometimes? Where do they come from? I know that I'm a good guy, I would help anyone in need, in fact I've helped a lot of people in need.
Hmm. I figure everyone's like me deep down. Most people are just afraid to be themselves for fear of rejection or being ostracized by their friends and family, or even society in general. But me, I really don't give a fuck what people think of me. Unlike most other people I don't imprison myself in religious, moral, and social constructs that lock us into little invisible cages. That's not living. Living is surviving under nature's law, it's fucking primal. Most people are just sheep being herded around, fattened up, sheared, and slaughtered, all at someone else's whim. Most people don't even realize it, they're weak. But, I guess we all have a part to play in the circle of life; they have their part to play... food. My mind starts to drift to the dynamics of a Lion pride...
As I approach the driveway I put my self-psychoanalysis on hold, for now. Maybe I need to make an appointment to see a shrink. I'm kind of interested in a professional opinion, not that I'm going to change though. I'm a fucking Lion surrounded by herd animals. Hmm.
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Thirty minutes and some personal reflection later I'm knocking on Sammy's door and letting myself in. I walk in and kick off my flip-flops and look over to see Sammy curled up sitting in her recliner with her legs pulled up and under her. The T.V. is off and it's quiet. As I close the door and turn to walk toward Mike's empty recliner I greet her, "Hey Princess!" I can't help but notice the unsure and anxious look on her face. I think she's having second thoughts. I sit my bag of toys on the empty recliner and think how important the first experience is since it sets the tone for the rest of the relationship. It requires her complete surrender to me. All of her. It's really all about the process.
"Hi Shawn."
I'm standing in front of Mike's recliner by this time as I reach my hand-out to Sammy. She grabs my hand and stands up. We're face-to-face with only a foot of empty space between us. Sammy looks at me and begins stuttering.
"Shawn... as much as I want... this isn't a good... you're my husband's best friend..."
"Shhhh." I cut her off and pull her closer to me with my right hand in the small of her back, our bodies touching. With my left hand I reach behind her and grab a hand full of her soft hair. I gently pull downward raising her face to look into mine. She places her hands to the sides of my waist. Her eyes are searching mine, moving quickly back and forth, almost like she's pleading for mercy, silently asking for a reprieve. She isn't going to get one though. Not now.
'There's those primal fucking urges again, fuck!'
I bend in to give her a kiss. I brush past her lips dragging the tip of my nose and lips very lightly and slowly across her left cheek as I find her ear and whisper, "You know you want this... you fucking need this." I pull back from her the same way I went in, but this time I kiss her. I feel her soft lips pressed against mine. I open my lips slightly, giving her an invitation. I wait for...
A second later she returns the jester in kind. Our tongues dance inside each other's mouths. I can feel her lust building quickly. Her breathing becomes faster. I feel her relax in my arms. I slide my right hand down to her soft ass cheek. I rub it. I squeeze it.
Our tongues continue their lustful dance as I rub and squeeze. I insert my thigh between her legs as I run my hand further down her ass until my fingertips are between her legs and with her ass in my hand I pull her cunt onto my thigh. I feel her heat as I lightly explore the area between her pussy and inner thigh with my fingertips. This is one of my favorite parts of a women's body, it's so smooth and soft under the silk.
I think to myself, 'She didn't try very hard to resist. She needs this too bad.' Our tongues continue their dance with even more passion. Her breathing is shallow and fast. I pull her ass into my leg.
I pull her head back using her hair that is still in my left hand, removing her frantically searching tongue from my mouth. She looks at me as she presses herself into my thigh. Her light brown eyes are filled with lust as I separate from her and take a seat on Mike's recliner.
I point to a spot on the floor between my legs and tell her, "Stand right here." Sammy moves into position.
I give Sammy a thorough gaze. "Turn around slowly." Sammy is wearing red silk pajamas. She begins her slow turn. Her curves are accentuated by the morning light shining through the big bay window and reflecting off of the shiny red silk. Sammy completes her full turn and is now facing me again. Her nipples are poking through the thin fabric. She's looking me in the eye for further instructions.
"Take off your bottoms."
Sammy hesitates, "I... please Shawn... this."
"Take off your bottoms for me. Now. Slow."
