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I woke to a most wonderful feeling. No, it wasn't a morning blowjob. It was Samantha, sleeping in my arms. She was so warm, soft, and feminine, I just enjoyed holding her.
She was curled up, facing me, snuggled into my chest like a contented child, with my arms wrapped around her. Her blonde hair covered her face, and was fluttering in her gentle, even breathing. She was, in a word, adorable.
And married. I was now officially the other man. I know she was being cheated on, and was planning to divorce him, but this was still new for me. I didn't feel guilty, just different, and still dumbfounded. I couldn't believe any man could want more than Samantha had to give.
She stirred slightly, and I brushed the hair away from her eyes. They opened slowly, revealing the striking blueish green colour that I found so beautiful. A smile.
"Mmmmm, good morning," she breathed.
"Good morning, Sam," I replied. She pouted, closed her eyes, and nuzzled against me.
"So I'm no longer 'exquisitely beautiful'? Which am I now.... the butcher, or the grizzled veteran?" Her pout began to crack, turning into a playful smirk.
"I did say that, didn't I?" I laughed. "I'd have to go with 'grizzled veteran'."
"Oh!" she gasped, and smacked me on the chest. "I don't need to lay here to be insulted. I could just go home!"
"Not yet, you're not!" I smiled, rolling back and dragging her atop me. She giggled girlishly, and smiled down at me through her tousled hair.
With excruciating slowness, she lowered her lips to mine. It was a very enjoyable greeting, and we rolled about the bed, feasting on each other, for several minutes. Sam finally spoke up.
"Oh, I want you inside me again, darling.....but if I don't go pee, I can't be held responsible for any mess I might make," she giggled.
"Agreed," I laughed. "You go first. I can't pee through this right now anyway," I gestured to my very stiff erection.
"It seems a shame to waste such a nice hard cock," she smiled, stroking it a few times.
"You're not helping the situation," I smiled. "Try not to be so damned sexy, will you?" She released her grip and wiggled her way toward the bathroom.
"I'll try, but it'll be difficult," she called over her shoulder. I was so happy to see her playful nature exerting itself. With the sadness and anger you would expect her to feel from betrayal, it would be natural to be down on herself a little. If my presence had any part in her happiness, I was glad to be of help.
In her absence, I tried to get my erection to subside, and was having a small measure of success....until I looked up and saw her breasts bobbling and wobbling as she returned.
"Argh! Is that what you call trying to be less sexy? It'll be noon before it goes down now!" I joked.
"Well, don't expect me to wait that long," she retorted, rolling onto her back and spreading her long legs. Two fingers started to play with her pussy, and she grinned at me. "I'll just be here, waiting for you." A wink.
I raced to the bathroom, and did my best to do what I needed to do, finally succeeding to get soft enough for urination. "Ahhhhhhhh!" I sighed. I heard a giggle from her.
"Good, now get back in here and fuck me!" she called out.
"Are you going to be one of those demanding girlfriends?" I laughed as I joined her on the bed again.
Oh, what I just said
....
"Alex, let's not get too far ahead of ourselves, shall we?" she said. It was her Mom voice, the serious one, and told me I had just inserted one of my feet into my mouth up to the hip.
Right Alex, just smell the roses, and enjoy her company,
I thought.
Leave the wedding plans for later, you idiot.
"Right. Sorry," I replied, trying to look sufficiently contrite. She smiled, crooking her finger at me.
"Come here, honey," she breathed. I rolled closer. Her smile let me know my faux pas was forgiven, but not forgotten.
"Alex, we have nine days together. Nine days to enjoy ourselves....to have fun, and be free....while my husband is fucking his secretary, on his business trip. I don't know what I want to do, beyond that. I don't want to think about him. I just want to feel warm, and safe, and appreciated. Can you do that for me?"
Once again, Sam cut through the crap, and found the heart of the matter, and she was right. As much as I hated to admit it, I was being selfish, trying to jump ahead in our relationship. My life was better for her involvement, most definitely, but I wasn't the one facing a divorce, and dealing with the betrayal of someone I had known my entire life. I was literally her life preserver right now, saving her from drowning in sorrow, and my job was simple ; just hold her, and show her that I cared.
Now I really was sorry. She was watching me, those eyes sparkling, and a wide smile on her face.
"Absolutely," I smiled back.
"Thank you, honey," she sighed, laying back and closing her eyes. "Now, where were we?"
I looked at this incredibly beautiful, mature woman, stretched out sensually on my bed. She rolled on her side to face me, sliding one sexy foot up her lower leg, and then back down. My eyes followed, trailing up her long, lean legs, up over the rounded curves of her hip. A slight change in colour marked the tan line from her bikini. My eyes dipped down at her waist, caressing her flat belly and sexy navel, before moving up again. Her breasts looked absolutely perfect in this position....so round, soft and inviting, capped with puckered pink areolas, and thick nipples. Stacked atop each other, they looked even bigger, and more appetizing, with cleavage that was never ending, and led my eyes higher, up her delicate neck, to her strikingly beautiful face. She was smiling, a relaxed, peaceful smile, with soft eyes that looked happy.
