I'd been out of the game for a while. Almost four years with Samantha, this last one. After trapping my own wife and wives of friends I straightened myself out and promised myself to behave. I liked Samantha this last trapped wife. We decided to be together. I thought we had both learned our lesson and found the right person.
Going out for a beer with the guys had become rare. The conversations always went to about how I would trap a friend's wife. Some were cheating cunts that deserved to be busted. Some were ones that had been good that let me the bad temptation that led to their downfall.
There's nothing smooth or cool about me. I'm just the guy that if a woman wanted to cheat she wouldn't mind cheating with me. Maybe I seem harmless. Most I trick them into seeing me as a project. None realized until too late that I set them up with the approval of their husband. Some men wanted their wife caught. Some insisted their wife would never cheat and made a foolish bet.
With Sam it was different. The bet was called off after things started to happen. The success for me had been to leave the cheating candidate in charge. Make her feel smarter than you and in control. Much like a wife finds her husband in the first place. Sam was sweet. The D+ knockers didn't hurt, but she was beautiful and really a good kid. When she got to the point in her marriage that she thought she might want to cheat I let it be totally her choice.
The first two years she stayed married to her moneybags husband. Her totally fuckable daughter still lived at home. Even though the daughter was legal and tender I knew enough to leave that alone. Sam and I saw each other several times per week. She didn't work and I could flex my hours. I also flexed my cock in her a lot.
Then when the daughter moved out Samantha decided it was time to move on. A big chunk of the family business went to Sam. The judge gave her 30% of whatever the husband made. They agreed to sell the house and split the proceeds. Samantha was, to me, a wealthy woman.
She bought a house in a lesser neighborhood. I put a little cash with hers on the down payment. I moved in when my lease was up a montha later. I'd never been so close to too much pussy. But, it was great. Great until this party at some friend's house. I had ditched my old friends. Samantha said they were untrustworthy trouble makers. With all that pussy and those big tits who would complain about giving some guy friends? Samantha had made new friends and had a couple of old friends she had known since high school. Now, there were some untrustworthy troublemakers.
Nothing is more fuckable than a group of two women or more. Women by themselves cheat, but women together take it as a challenge. Having your girlfriends knowing you are knocking back some strange cock on the side is a status symbol. Especially if you can brag that it's trophy cock.
So, two high school friends and our neighbor two doors down ... not a good influence. Samantha loved to tell the stories. The two broads from high school were pretty tied up with family. Maybe once a month the three of them would go out. I'd hear stories about how Sam would buy the drinks and hold back on hers so she could drive.
Her friends though, one of them fucked a guy in the men's room much to the delight of those that needed to pee and got the floor show, or should I say stall show. The next time the other one went out and fucked some guy in his truck. She claimed both girls got felt up and/or finger fucked on various outings while Samantha watched what was happening.
Samantha got a kick out of it and realized she might have a voyeuristic problem. She always told me what her friends did and fucked me hard when she got home none the worse for wear. I would always eat her soaked cunt. There was never a hint of a man in her juices. Samantha wasn't wired that way. She had to have the control. It had to be her decision. Guy's coming on to her in some aggressive fashion wouldn't work. They weren't God's gift to women. Samantha was God's gift to a man.
Several month's ago the dynamics changed. Samantha's neighbor friend Jess and her husband Nick were having a party for their tenth anniversary. Jess and Nick had four kids much to the pride of Nick. You could see the wear on Jess as the mother of a nine year old daughter and another daughter in kindergarten, age five, with two boys in between. At least they were all in school now giving the twenty eight year old wife a partial break.
Samantha and Jess had become friends after a few waved hellos across the driveways. The age difference between the two was almost mother and daughter like. Jess was envious of Samantha's free lifestyle and not being burdened down by children. That and Sam's D-Cup Plus knockers. Jess had a boyish figure and almost titless, her less than A-Cups didn't require a bra and she often didn't wear one. Something I appreciated a few times when I got a mostly nipple only view down her shirt.
We had a few BBQ's in the back yard, both at our house and theirs. Usually when the kids were at Nick's mom's house. I couldn't blame Nick for staring at Samantha's breasts. That's why she went with the big implants ... for guys to look and admire. Nick wouldn't know they were just as spectacular without the blouse and bra. The surgeon had done a beautiful job. Her boobs were even in his catalogue of his work he showed perspective clients. The photos were also on his website. Naked tit shots probably drooled over by men from all over the world. Sam knew about it and liked it.
After a few visits to their house Jess and Nick were at ours. Halfway through the Saturday evening and into the second bottle of wine I looked at Jess sitting on the other end of the couch. She was leaning forward enough I could see her right boob with no bra to conceal the nipple.
The next trip to their house Sam came out of our bedroom with no bra. With the D-Cups you couldn't hide her being naked under her thin shirt.
"All set?" I asked.
"All set. Let's go." Sam headed for the door.
There had to be a purpose to the madness. Sam must have caught me looking down her friend's shirt. I wasn't about to start a fight because a fight was probably simmering somewhere inside her. Jess saw Sam's braless knockers before Nick noticed. When Nick noticed it was awkward. I soon had a tit shot down Jess's shirt followed by several more. In spite of the huge tits on Sam seeing Jess's little boobs had me hard.
Finally I was coming from the hall bath past the kitchen when Jess was getting more snacks for us. She made sure I could see both nipples at once.
"Caught you looking!"
"Huh? What?"
"I said I caught you looking."
When I looked up Jess was looking me in the eyes and smiling.
"What do you think?"
"I think they are nice."
"Really? I thought I was outgunned."
"No, not at all. I like them. Very perky."
"Thanks for the ego boost. Sometimes I feel like just a wife and mom, not a woman. Especially with my husband fawning over your wife's set of huge breasts. All he has left to do is drool over them."
"Off the record? I find you very womanly. Very arousing."
"Arousing? Really?"
Why had I said that? Shit ...
Jess looked down at my crotch.
"Oh, my God."
"I told you that you are very womanly. More than a wife and mom."
"Could you translate that?"
"Translate it?"
"It's just a question to make me feel good. Nothing else!"
"What do you want me to say?"
"Am I fuckable?"
I was surprised at the word.
"Yes! Fuckable. Very fuckable."
"Thank you. That's for reference purposes only."
"How about me?"
"You? Yes, you are very fuckable, too."
"For future reference?"
"I needed to feel sexy. Thank you."
Jess never stopped showing them to me during the whole conversation. On the way home I decided not to overplay my cards with Sam. I didn't mention her showing off her jugs with Nick and sure as hell wouldn't mention the little treasures on Jess's chest. I wanted to fuck, knowing better not to tip my hand I tried to be aloof.
