Sylvie Sam and Me

Sylvie had gone ahead of me by a couple of weeks to visit with family in Denmark before we met up. A cousin of Sylvie's was having a 50

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birthday party and about eight of her cousin's friends were all going to share a VRBO rental house near a beach after which Sylvie and one of the friends would be meeting me in a hotel in Amsterdam. The three of us were to spend one night in the hotel together before this friend went on to her connector flight back home in Germany.

Work had been really busy and I hadn't had much time to think about the upcoming holiday, other than looking forward to seeing my wife again. However, as my day of departure approached, my thoughts did occasionally stray to our first evening in the Amsterdam hotel. Who was this girlfriend of Sylvie's cousin? Hopefully staying in the same hotel room for an evening wouldn't be awkward.

Before leaving, I had texted Sylvie and asked some vague questions about our one-night roommate. She must have sensed my trepidation because Sylvie followed up with an enthusiastic short text (and a photo) of her new friend, Samantha (Sam, for short): "You'll love Sam, she's got lots of positive energy and is really funny, we've been having a great time out here. Miss you. Love, Sylvie" The picture was a close up (head and shoulders) of Sylvie, her cousin, and two other friends smiling while the wind blew their hair and the ocean glinted behind them. Sam, the text under the picture said, was beside Sylvie.

Sam was a bit of a stunner. She looked younger than Sylvie and I (we're both just turned 50) and was taller than Sylvie (who is about 5'7")...I'd put her around 5'10" with dark straight hair, an olive complexion, and startling blue/green eyes. I started to look forward to our first night in Amsterdam.

When I arrived, tired and slightly jet lagged, Sylvie met me at a bus stop near to the airport.

"Hey there, lover," she smiled and we shared a warm kiss and a long hug. "It's so good to see you again".

"And you...I've missed you" I replied.

"Sam's back at the hotel room. She figured we'd probably want to meet up ourselves before you met her".

"Sounds reasonable. How far to the hotel?"

"It's about 15 minutes walk...hope you don't mind?"

"Not at all, after being cooped up in an airplane for seven hours, it'll be great to stretch my legs".

I only ever travel with a carryon backpack, so going for a walk after a flight is no trouble and as we started Sylvie passed along some details of the last couple of weeks and some of the good times they had all had for her cousin's birthday.

After the initial excitement of exchanged stories (I didn't have much to add about how work had been for the past two weeks). The subject drifted to Samantha just as we were nearing our hotel.

"So..." started Sylvie. "You should probably know..."

"Spit it out, what's up?" I joked.

"Well, as you may have noticed in the picture that I sent you, Sam is really beautiful..."

"She's almost as good looking as you, my love" I smiled and gave her a one-armed hug while we continued walking.

"Sure, sure" she laughed back. "Well, as you know a bunch of us were sharing a small house together and getting to know one another, and, well...I had no idea at first, but..."

"What is it? You're really hedging on this...is everything okay?"

"Yes, sure, it really shouldn't be a big deal, but I just thought you should know before you meet her...she kind of asked me to let you know in case you had a problem with it".

"A problem with what?" I was beginning to wonder what the heck was going on.

"Well, Sam's...trans"

"What? What do you mean?" I knew what 'trans' meant, of course, but somehow needed this surprise spelled out for me.

"She's actually transitioning to becoming a woman...she used to be a man."

"...okay, I don't think that's a big deal, it's not like affects us or anything...when you say 'transitioning' what do you mean?"

"Well, she has breasts and she still has a penis, but it's quite small..."

"How do you know that?" I interjected.

"Well, I accidentally walked in on her when she was finishing up showering one night. It was pretty awkward actually, as I hadn't even really suspected her situation until I saw her naked."

"How did that pan out?"

"We were both really apologetic about it at first, and then Sam apologized and said that all of the others knew, but that she just hadn't really thought about telling me. I told her she certainly didn't need to feel that she had to tell me about her private life, and then we laughed it off and were fine about it from there on. I actually think it helped us to be more relaxed together...she had probably been worried about how I would react if I knew right from when we met."

I nodded, and paused..."what do you mean, 'small'?"

"We didn't get into details, but I think that eventually she may get the entire surgery and changeover done, but at present the hormones have made her penis and scrotum really...small".

"I guess you got a pretty good look at her, then" I chuckled, I was joking with her, and she got it...visibly relaxing.

"I'm glad you're cool about it, I knew you would be, but..."

"Yeah, it's not a big deal. Nothing I need to be jealous of, right?"

"What do you mean?" she smiled, looking slyly down and to the side.

This immediately brought on some uncertainty for me "...it's not like you two...did anything did you?"

Sylvie blushed deep red, but responded immediately "No! Geez! We were in a houseful of friends and...I have you."

"Oh, so you're saying if you weren't in a house full of friends you might have checked her out some more?" I joked again.

Sylvie remained silent, which drove my curiosity and ignited a small spark of inquisitive jealousy.

"Have you two done anything together since arriving here yesterday afternoon?" I asked.

"No, silly! I'm not cheating on you, if that's what you're worried about. But we're pretty relaxed around one another now that Sam's aware that I'm cool with her, and I've seen her naked a few times now...and she's seen me naked too".

This was a bit of a surprise, as Sylvie is usually pretty conservative about being seen by others. She has a great figure (32 C bust and fit body with a full (but trimmed) bush of pubic hair, which I love) and is a beautiful woman (in my opinion) who never needs to wear makeup, but she's never been overly confident in her own looks or demonstrative with her sexuality or body. She usually wears pretty conservative clothing in public, and it was a surprise to hear that she was comfortable with letting someone else see her naked."

As we entered the hotel and started up the stairs I chuckled to myself, a few different scenarios were playing out in my head, but I was about to meet a person I'd never met before who'd seen my wife naked and whom I'd be sharing a room with for the night. "Anyways" I sighed "It's not like we're sharing a bed or anything".

"Oh" Sylvie paused at the door as she went to open it "...about that".

The door opened into a very small room, almost completely dominated by a bed of approximately queen size (which was actually two mattresses side by side, a pretty common European sleeping situation). It only took a quick glance to see that there really wasn't any reasonable way to split the mattresses apart as side tables took up all of the remaining lateral space.

Sam wasn't in the room, but there was a note on the bed saying "Gone for a coffee...back in about an hour or so, Sam".

This gave me a chance to soak in the situation...Sylvie and Sam had ostensibly slept in the same bed together last night.

Sylvie and I always sleep naked at home, which begged the question "Did you sleep naked with Sam last night?"

"I wore my panties" Sylvie responded "I actually forgot to pack pyjamas".

"What about Sam?" I asked. The spark of jealousy was beginning to ignite.

"Sam slept naked, but it's not like we were cuddling or anything, she slept on her side of the bed." Sylvie paused, and then got a cheeky grin on her face "Aww...are you jealous?" "Don't worry, my love" she quickly added "there was no 'hanky panky'".

I felt (mostly) reassured, smiled, and gave Sylvie a kiss and a squeeze before adding "Maybe you can give me a tour of this mansion?"

Sylvie laughed "Won't take long. This..." she waved her hand at the bed and side tables "is the bedroom, living room, dining room, and rec room" and this "she opened another door near the foot of the bed "is the bathroom".

The bathroom was also small, with a toilet, sink and small shower...only room enough for one person at a time.

Before I could make any further comments on the size of our accommodations, there was a know at the door. "That'll be Sam" Sylvie remarked.

As I poked my head out of the washroom, the door opened to a gorgeous tanned woman with luxurious straight dark brown hair dressed in an orange/red sundress. She smiled broadly at Sylvie and then turned her gaze (and smile) towards me.

I felt like I was blushing, she was very attractive, and knowing what I knew about her made me feel somewhat awkward and conflicted. She was the first to break the momentary silence "Hi, I'm Sam. You must be Matt...I've only heard good things about you." This last with a quick glance to Sylvie.

"Hi Sam, pleased to meet you"...I couldn't really think of anything else to say, but we were saved right away by Sylvie.

"We just got in. Did you find a good place for a coffee? This isn't much of a room to hang out in, why don't we all go out and explore for a while?".

We all agreed, and after a quick break to brush teeth (being on a plane always makes me want to brush my teeth). We headed out.

We spent a great afternoon together walking around in Amsterdam, dodging bicycles and remarking on what we saw while getting to know one another.

Sam had a great sense of humor and made it easy for all of us to feel relaxed quite quickly. Even though most of my attention was focused on Sylvie, my curiosity caused me to take sidelong glances at Sam throughout the day. She was 'statuesque' in height and posture. Her breasts seemed full (about the same size as Sylvie's). I couldn't discern any hint of her having any male traits whatsoever and soon that didn't even remain an afterthought...I was walking the streets of the city with two beautiful women.

Sylvie found us a place to eat dinner and we sat on a patio outside of a not-too-busy restaurant enjoying good food and a few drinks. As the drinks kicked in I grew more relaxed and commented to Sam on the glances she was getting from some other male diners.

"Looks like you've got quite a few fans at this restaurant."

Sam smiled, but a bit wistfully. "Yes, well, I think Sylvie's told you about me...when it comes to certain kinds of attention, things can be a bit complicated."

I blushed fully this time. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"Don't worry!" she laughed genuinely and loudly "It's not a tragedy or anything" more quietly now "it's...I'm just not really active on that 'front', if you know what I mean."

"I can't imagine it's for lack of offers" I blurted, immediately regretting saying it.

Sam looked at me quizzically with a warm smile on her face "I'll take that as a compliment."

"That's what it was meant to be" I mumbled.

"You're blushing like a teenager!" Sylvie laughed mockingly (but good-humoredly). "I told you Sam was beautiful."

This time it was Sam's time to blush. Although I don't think she flushed as much as I had.

We had another round of drinks and then decided to walk back to the hotel. It was already about 9:30pm and Sam had to finish packing for tomorrow's flight home.

During the walk home, all of us slightly buzzed, with one woman on either side of me, the women each held onto my arms (it had gotten cooler) and hugged against me a little. As we walked, Sam's left breast (and Sylvie's right breast) would occasionally brush against my arm. It felt soft and warm...natural.

When we got back to the hotel room we all sat on the end of the bed facing towards the television and the bathroom door.

"Ugh, packing" Sam moaned, and lay back on the bed with an exasperated sigh, 'I hate packing. But first..." she perked up "I need a shower...do you two mind if I go first?".

"Not at all" I answered. "Go right ahead" said Sylvie.

Sam headed for the bathroom and soon we heard the water running.

"I've been wanting to have you to myself for the past two weeks" I said to Sylvie as I kissed her and brought my right hand to her left breast through her shirt, giving a light squeeze.

"Mmm" Sylvie purred, playfully bringing her left hand to my crotch and stroking me lightly through my trousers "I'm afraid you'll have to wait a little longer my love".

Before things started to get too steamy, Sylvie broke off and we started to organize our luggage in the small room, so that we wouldn't have to trip over each other if any of us needed to go to the bathroom over night.

Soon after, the shower water had stopped running and the bathroom door opened. Sam stepped out with her toothbrush in her mouth and a bathroom towel tucked around her, covering her from the armpits to just above her knees.

"I'm just finishing up" Sam said around her toothbrush, sorry I took so long...got a bit lost in the warm water."

As Sam stepped back into the bathroom, Sylvie said "you can go next".

As I started rummaging through my clothes I realized that I had forgotten my pyjamas as well...I hadn't anticipated sharing a bedroom with someone other than Sylvie and had presumed to sleep naked the way we always did. Small problem easily solved, though, I would just wear a clean pair of boxers after my shower. Sam emerged from the bathroom again with the towel still draped around her. I realized that she hadn't brought any clothes into the bathroom with her, she was obviously going to dry off and get into bed while I was in the shower (hence why Sylvie had suggested that I go next).

Sam and I switched spots in the bathroom and I got undressed and into the shower. While under the warm water my thoughts strayed to Sam changing in front of Sylvie and wondering what she looked like naked. I found myself getting aroused at the thought of seeing Sam's breasts naked and wondering what the rest of her would look like. I took a short but thorough shower, in part hoping that I might emerge before Sam was fully settled in bed. But when I opened the door (followed by a slow trail of steam from the shower) Sam was already settled under the sheets and Sylvie was preparing to enter the bathroom.

"I just need to brush my teeth", I said.

"You can do that while I'm showering" Sylvie answered.

We entered the bathroom together and Sylvie started undressing as I started brushing my teeth.

I gave her a playful squeeze on her ass as she pulled off her socks and she laughed quietly at me "calm down, tiger, we have a guest" she whispered.

After brushing my teeth and briefly watching Sylvie in the shower (I love watching my wife naked) I told her I was leaving the bathroom.

Entering the bedroom felt immediately awkward.

Sam was lying on her back under the sheets, which were tucked up to her armpits. She was looking at her phone and not paying me any attention, but I couldn't help wondering if she was naked beneath the sheets.

I had pulled on clean boxer shorts in the bathroom, but felt exposed in just my underwear in front of a person who I barely knew.

I grabbed my book, and slipped into bed (on the other side from Sam).

The mattresses were side by side and each mattress had it's own bedding, but the bedding overlapped a bit. Sam's duvet was over 'our side' a bit and when I lifted up my side to get into bed I caught a very brief glimpse of the bare skin of Sam's leg...it looked like there either wasn't a fitted sheet, or it hadn't been tucked in between the mattresses either.

I settled down to read while Sylvie showered and tried not to think of that 'flash' of skin I had seen, that seemed to imply that Sylvie was, indeed, naked.

"Good shower?" Sam asked.

I was momentarily taken by surprise of her breaking the silence..."Yes, it's always nice to have a warm shower after a travel day" I responded.

"Mmm, I love getting warm and soaped up before bed" she added.

I didn't know how to respond to this comment and looked over at her. She was lying on her side facing me, her brilliant blue/green eyes glinting with humor and seeming to challenge a response. Her wet hair falling around her shoulders and right hand resting on her right cheek, holding her head upright while her left arm crossed over herself on top of the sheets. I felt a stirring of blood in my groin and immediately felt guilty.

Before I could think of anything to say, the bathroom door opened again and Sylvie emerged. She was wearing a clean pair of panties and had a towel tucked under her armpits. She turned her back to Sam and I and put the towel on a hook on the outside of the bathroom door and then covering her breasts with her right arm, she hurried to the bedside.

I had assumed that Sylvie would sleep in the middle, between Sam and I, but instead she shooed me to the middle and got into bed at the side. "Move over, my love"...I shifted a body width closer to Sam (who was not at the far end of her mattress).

"You get the dip between the mattresses" Sylvie laughed and Sam joined in.

"Thanks a lot" I replied.

"Can I turn out the light?" Sylvie asked?

Although I had opened my book, I didn't feel much like reading. I concurred (and so did Sam) and Sylvie turned off the reading light (which was the last light remaining on).

The room stayed surprisingly bright and I could still see the room quite clearly.

Sylvie snuggled into me, and I spooned against her and put my left hand on her right breast, cupping it's soft warm and enjoying our first snuggle for a couple of weeks. All the while, I was intensely conscious of Sam being less than a body's width away from me.

Sylvie often falls asleep very quickly, and I had resigned myself to this brief moment of bliss, before falling asleep when, after almost five minutes, I felt her wriggle her bum gently against me. It was a signal that we had established over the years meaning that she was willing to 'play' if I was.

I didn't know quite how to respond with Sam right behind me, but my urge to have contact with my sexy wife threw caution to the breeze. I gently squeezed Sylvie's right nipple with my left hand, my right arm was tucked under the pillow, propping my head a little higher.

Then I slowly traced my left hand down her body and her ass, gently touching beneath her panty line.

Sylvie responded with a gentle rhythmic motion, simulating the movements made while have sex.

I couldn't believe what was happening, my conservative wife was coming on to me while we shared the bed with another woman! My erection was almost immediate.

I cupped Sylvie's ass in my left hand and then slipped my hand between her legs, but still over her panties. Sylvie's sighed quietly and arched her back, presenting her pussy to my hand.

I gently moved two fingers inside of her panties and pushed them towards her warmth. She was wetter than I had felt her for years! Her wetness immediately covered my fingers and I had a strong urge to pull off my boxers and thrust hard into her.

As if sensing this, Sylvie reached back to me with her left hand and quickly reached inside of my boxer shorts, taking a hold of my stiff cock and slowly stroking it. "Mmmm" she quietly purred as she felt how hard I was, how ready for her.

Just then I became aware of a movement behind me. Sam was still awake. I tried to picture what position she was lying in and what movements I was feeling. She had been lying on her back when I had last looked at her, and it felt like she had rolled to her right side...facing Sylvie and I.