Preface:
This is a physcosexual thriller that explores the darker side of human sexuality (if there is such a thing), desire, 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?
This story contains a cheating wife, a friend's betrayal, domination, submission, humiliation, mind games, and all of the other good stuff. This story and series can be placed in one of several other categories, but I'm keeping this story in the Loving Wives category due to its general theme.
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Summary:
In chapter one Shawn learns through his ex-wife Jen that her best friend Sammy is unhappy in her marriage and intends to divorce Shawn's best friend Mike. In an effort to prevent a divorce and save his friend pain and suffering Shawn develops a plan to seduce Sammy and provide her the needs that are unmet by Mike, which will buy him time to educate Mike in the errors of his ways. Shawn executes his plan of seduction on Sunday while at their house under the pretense of watching the World Superbike race and helping Sammy make his favorite brownies.
Chapter two begins bright and early the next morning. Shawn's personality is explored while he drives over to Mike and Sammy's. Once at their house Shawn begins the process of indoctrinating her into his small harem of married bitches. Shawn begins with oral training in the living room. He is disturbed by some of the realizations he has about his best friend and he begins to questions his own good intentions.
Chapter three picks up after a short rest and recovery from the living room scene and continue onto the dining room table.
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Good Intentions: Chapter 3: Training Day (cont.)
..."Lift your hips Princess." Sammy lifts her hips and I slide the pillow under her ass. Her legs are dangling off the edge of the table. I reach down and grab her right leg behind her knee and tell her to lift her legs up and put her feet at each corner of the table and to let her knees spread wide open.
"Stay just like that. Don't move."
"Yes Sir." Sammy replies as I make my way back to the living room to retrieve my phone.
A minute later and with my phone in hand I start my way back to the kitchen. I reach the top of the stairs and look left, past the counter top and over to the dining room table. Sammy, my best friend's wife is laying just like I left her. Her head is tilted in my direction and she's wearing a warm smile. Her hands are resting on top of her lower belly. Her tit's jet up from between her arms. Her nipples are hard. Her legs are still spread wide open with her feet on each corner of the table.
"Damn! What a beautiful fucking site. I'm going to get a couple pics before we get started."
Sammy reacts with a little worry on her face, "Oh god. You're not going to put them on the internet are you Shawn? That happened to this girl I know from yoga class."
"No Princess, I wouldn't do that. These are for my personal. It's all part of the process. I always get before and after photos."
"Stay just like that." I push the button on my phone and I hear the 'Click.'
"Now, look straight up at the celling." 'Click. Click.'
"Good girl. Now, grab the edge of the table with each hand and close your legs together." Sammy complies while still looking up at the ceiling. 'Click.'
Now tilt your head as far back as you can and arch your back baby... awesome." 'Click. Click.'
"Does Mike have any fucking idea how sexy you are Princess?"
"Mike hasn't told me I'm sexy since... I can't remember."
"He has no idea how lucky he is." I tell her what she wants and needs to hear.
Sammy giggles and blushes, "Ahw... thanks Shawn... you're so sweet."
"MmHmm." 'Click.' "You are so fucking sexy Sammy. Now, remove your left hand and drape it over your right breast."
Sammy reaches across her body and grabs her right boob. "Like this Shawn?"
"Fuck yeah Princess just like that. You're a natural." By this time I'm a closer to the table and her body fills the picture frame. "Move your hand a little further over your boob... stop... right there... to far... back just a little bit... stop! Right there." The light reflects brilliantly off of her large two carat engagement ring and wedding band. 'Click. Click. Click.' As I'm clicking away I can't help but reflect back for a moment, back to a time some twenty years ago when I helped Mike pick that ring out. He saved his money for almost a year to buy that ring.
"Now, stay just like that, but spread your legs wide apart... good... good." 'Click.' "Now put you right hand on your pussy... awesome." 'Click. Click. Click.'
"Fucking Awesome Sammy. Now blow me a kiss." Sammy puckers her lips as I zoom in on her face and chest. 'Click. Click.' I can see my dried cum on her face and in her hair as well as the mascara on her cheeks from our earlier session in the living room. "If you weren't married to my best friend..." I cut my sentence short. I want her to think about the 'what-ifs.' Not that I would ever get married.
"Almost done. Put your arms back down and drop your legs so they dangle off the end of the table... good girl." This position jets her hairless mound up into the air. Her shaved pussy curves downward into her toned smooth thighs that round up. 'Click. Click. Click.'
I walk over to where Sammy's legs are dangling from the table, where Mikes chair would be if I hadn't pulled it out of the way when I laid her down. I'm looking straight down Sammy's delicious fucking body as she looks back at me, both hands cupping her breast. I tell her she's fucking gorgeous.