Title: Tagalong Author: Eskimo1958 Summary: Angie was tired of Samantha always being around, and was hoping her husband Paul could get her to go away. But her idea of how Paul was to do it was rather interesting. Things didn't end up as planned, as Angie found another woman wasn't too bad of an idea, especially when she gets some of it, too! Keywords:M/F, M/FF, FF, virgin, impreg
Authors note: This is sort of a hockey groupie story, but with a different cast of characters. It‘s about another couple and the problems of a "tag along" that the wife was getting tired of. Please read on.
This is a story related to me by a friend named Paul. It involves the story concerning his wife Angie and a younger woman named Samantha. Paul and Angie are both in their early forties, and both are the typical couple, in other words, they're both out of shape. Paul is about six-foot and weighs in at about 200, while Angie is almost 5'-5" and is about 150 pounds with a rather big pair of tits, probably about a double-d cup. Samantha is in her early twenties, and about the same height as Angie, but about thirty pounds lighter and her breasts are a bit smaller. Both have long dark hair, and they both could pass for sisters, or in this case, mother and daughter. Paul and Angie have been married for almost twenty-five years, never cheated, and have finished getting their two sons through college, both boys are now out of state and married, and each have a child.
Anyway, whenever they would go to the hockey game, Samantha would always show up and come and sit next to Angie. For a long time ,Angie would enjoy her company, as well as that of the others in their section. But eventually Samantha started getting on her nerves. After one game, Samantha asked what they were doing next weekend, since the team was going to be on a road trip. Angie, not thinking, replied "Oh, we're probably be laying around the house and enjoying the spa." Samantha replied "Well, care for some company?" Not thinking, Angie said yes, much to the surprise of Paul, who had been listening to her bitching about Samantha for the past two months.
After the game, Paul asked her "You told her it was okay to come over? I thought you were getting tired of her bothering you?" She mumbled something about not thinking at the moment. The entire week went by slowly, and on Thursday, Angie got an email from Samantha telling her that she would be arriving about noon on Saturday, and that she would spend the night. Angie was furious, a few hours was okay, but all fucking night? She started in on Paul as soon as he got home Thursday night. Poor guy, walks in and gets nailed from Angie. She started cussing at him for letting her be so stupid....typical housewife. Paul ended the argument by saying "Well, what you want me to do about it, fuck her brains out?" Angie stormed out of the room and locked herself into the bedroom. Paul did what any sensible man would do, went to the fridge and grabbed a beer and turned on the TV to watch a hockey game on ESPN.
About an hour later, Paul was on his second beer, Angie came silently out of their bedroom, and sat on the couch next to Paul. Paul sort of looked at her, noticing a big smile on her face. Now he's thinking, what the fuck is she up too? He took a swig of his beer, and as he started to set it down, she grabbed it and took a gulp herself. Now he was really confused, Angie hardly ever drinks beer. She spoke, as she was rubbing his thigh, "Paul?"
He pretended to watch the game, as her hand found his tool through his pants as he answered "Hmmm?"
"Paul, I was thinking, maybe you should try that."
Poor Paul, what the fuck is he suppose to try, he decided to play along, "Oh really, hon, and just how should I go about it."
Not to mention what the hell is he suppose to try, as he thought to himself. "Well, when she comes over Saturday, her and I will start drinking? Maybe make some margarita's or something," her hand had gotten Paul‘s pecker it's attention, "And then after you get home from work, oh, you are working Saturday, aren't you?"
"Yes dear, we have a job to get done on the north side."
Interesting, she is going to get shit-faced with Samantha. "Well, later in the evening, I'll pretend that I'm too drunk, and I'll go to bed. After I do, you can try to do it to her."
As he was taking a drink from his bottle, it finally hit him, as he damn near choked on the brew. He looked at her and said "You can't be serious?! Angie, you want me to screw Samantha?"
His raised voice sort of upset Angie, as she recoiled away from him. "Well no, I mean yeah, sort of." He gave her the old dear-in-the-headlight look, not knowing what the fuck she wanted this to mean. She grabbed his beer and took a big drink.
"Okay Angie, what exactly do you mean?"
She took another drink, "Well Paul, I was thinking, maybe if you hit up on her, she'll get offended and leave, and never bother me again."
"And what if she doesn't get offended? Then what?"
"Well, maybe if you go all the way, she'll get guilty after wards and stay away from us."
Paul took his beer back, drained what was left, and said "You're crazy, I've never had another woman since we met many years ago, not sure if I want to do it now." He got up and headed towards the kitchen to get another. Normally he stops after two, but with this conversation, he decided to get a third.
Angie followed him, as he pulled out a cold one and opened it and took a drink. "Come on Paul, do it for me, please?" She reached her arms around him and squeezed him, his cock was betraying him, thinking about a different piece of ass other than his wife.
"Shit Angie, I don't know, and how do I know you won't use this against me in the future?"
"Hey, it's me telling you to do it!" He thought, yeah, right, like that's worth a lot. He went back into the living room, with her following, he sat down and she sat next to him, unzipping his fly, and pulling out his meat. "Come on Paul, I promise that I'll never use this against you." She took his cock in her mouth and started giving him one hell of a blowjob. Shit, she must mean it, he couldn't even remember the last blowjob she gave him. As she rubbed his balls gently, he could feel his sperm rising to fill her mouth, and he was wondering if she'll let him even do that.
He threw his head back and grunted, as she sucked his cock dry. Oh god, this was good, he thought. She milked his cock for about five minutes, keeping him good and hard. She stood up and dropped her pants and climbed onto his lap, lowering her cunt onto his saliva coated pole. He reached up under her sweater, balling her big tits, as she said "Well, does that prove my trust?"
Oh shit, what could he say? He was thrusting his meat up into her hot tight box, as he heard him say "Fuck yeah, I'll do it, I'll try to fuck the little bitch's brains out." She smiled as she locked her lips on his, as they rode to a mutual orgasm. Thinking about it kept him going, as they went into the bedroom and continued fucking until past midnight.
In the morning, they woke up and got out of bed like there was nothing wrong. She smiled, and said "God I'm sore, guess I sort of gave you some inspiration, huh?" He smiled and went into the bathroom and took his morning shower. She soon joined him, something she usually doesn't do. But then, what they have planned is something they have never done. They washed each other off, and went to their respective jobs. Paul had a hell of a time getting work done, his mind was just not into it. After work, he went home and found dinner ready. They ate by candlelight, and they spent the evening watching television on the couch. She told him no sex tonight, as she wanted him ready for tomorrow night. His meat was swollen and wanted relief thinking about it.
In the morning, as he was about ready to leave for work, she asked "What time you getting home, dear?"
He thought for a minute, and answered "Oh, I would say about four. Will you have dinner ready or will we be going out to eat?"
She looked up from underneath the covers, as he bent down to kiss her good-bye, saying "Why don't you pick up some Chinese on your way home, we'll have plenty of stuff to drink here." He smiled and said sure and went on to work.
If Friday was a mess in his head, it was nothing compared to Saturday. He ended up just sitting in his truck and doing paperwork, having his work crew do the job, saying he felt like shit. His foreman even said that he looked worse than yesterday. God, they even noticed something was wrong with him. At quitting time, he headed home, swinging by a Chinese restaurant and picking up enough food for the three of them. After parking his truck in the garage, he walked into the house through the back door, setting the food down on the table.
He could hear Angie talking and Samantha responding, as he hollered out "Hey guys, I'm home with the food." He noticed the blender out, and an empty liquor bottle. Damn, that was unopened yesterday. In walked Angie and Samantha, both wearing just bathrobes, and nothing on underneath.
Angie went over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, saying "Hi lover, we just got out of the spa, cooling down before we eat." She was obviously feeling no pain, and the way that Samantha was staggering, she wasn't either. They all helped themselves and ate, with the girls chattering away in-between bites of food and sipping on their drinks. Paul had grabbed a beer, but was nursing it slowly. He was wanting to make sure he remembered all of this. After eating, the girls went into the living room, as Paul went into his office. He did about thirty-minutes of work, then joined the women.
As he entered the room, his wife looked up and said "Come sit between us, dear, there's plenty of room." He did as he was told and turned on the TV, as they continued chattering away. Angie got up after a bit, saying, "Lets go get in the spa again, Samantha."
Samantha jumped up trying to keep her robe closed, saying "Sure."
As they were heading out, Angie turned and winked, saying, "Well, ain't you joining us?"
Samantha stopped in her tracks, shocked. Our spa is in the backyard, and has a privacy fence, so no one can see us use it in the nude, which was obviously how they had used it earlier. Paul looked first at Samantha, then at Angie, and said "Well dear, I'm not sure if Samantha would like that, me seeing her nude."
Angie responded "Oh Samantha doesn't care, do you dear?" She said to Samantha.
The poor girl didn't know what to say, "I...uh...no...not at all, sure, he can join us..." The alcohol was taking it's effect.
Paul said "Ok, I'll be right out, you two go on ahead."
They bounded off towards the spa, as he could hear Samantha saying something to the effect of he wasn't really going to be naked too, was he? Paul laughed, as did Angie, as Angie said "Oh don't worry about Paul, he's all mine and he knows it." Damn that girl, she knows how to set things up, he thought. After giving them time to get into the spa, he headed out after stripping down in their bedroom, and grabbing a towel.
Going out the backdoor, the girls both stopped their conversation. Paul smiled and headed towards them. The air temperature just below freezing, while the spa was probably about 103. When he unwrapped his towel, revealing his private parts, Angie chuckled just after Samantha gasped. Paul looked up just as Samantha turned her head. He thought, shit, she really must be a virgin. He climbed into the water and sat down between the two of them. Angie started talking again, and it took awhile for Samantha to loosen up, but soon she was engaged in conversation once again. Paul leaned forward and hit the light for the spa, illuminating the water. Samantha covered her breasts quickly, as Angie laughed and said "Oh Sam, don't worry about it, I'm sure my husband has seen tits before." Sam dropped her hands and giggled, and Paul got in a good look, nice pair he thought, as he turned and just closed his eyes and enjoyed the hot water on his body.
He was really ignoring them, as he then heard Angie say "Honey, we're going back inside." He opened his eyes, as she gave him a kiss on the cheek and got up and climbed out, with Samantha following. Paul got quite an eyeful as Samantha swung a leg over to step out of the spa, showing her sex, Paul was surprised to see her cunt was clean shaven. As he watched their bare ass's wiggle towards the door, Angie said over her shoulder, "We'll be inside listening to some music and having some more margarita's, Paul."
Paul just leaned back and thought, "Shit, this can't be happening." He could feel the blood rushing into his cock, giving the biggest woody he had had in quite awhile.
He sighed and stood up, getting out of the spa and wrapping the towel around him. He entered the house and walked into the living room. Both were on the floor in front of the stereo, listening to some Garth Brooks cd. Paul isn't much of a country fan, so he headed towards the bedroom, hearing a giggle from Angie, as she spied the tent in the front of his towel. He heard Samantha gasp as she seen what she was giggling about. Samantha said something, causing Angie to giggle more.
Once in the bedroom, he dropped the towel and put on a robe and went back into the living room. He just sat down on the couch and relaxed, as Angie and Samantha kept talking about the music they were playing. Angie got up and went for another refill, and Samantha got up and sat down on the couch next to Paul. They didn't speak, as Paul didn't know what to talk about. What was he going to say? You wanna screw?
Soon Angie was back with another round, handing a freshly refilled glass to Samantha, and sitting down on Paul‘s lap. She giggled, saying "Looks like Paul is feeling good tonight." This caused Samantha to giggle, and Paul to blush. Angie locked her lips onto Paul's and the exchanged tongues for a few seconds. When she broke the kiss, she said "Lets dance." As she stood up and pulled Paul to his feet. It was a slow song, and they danced while holding each other tightly. Actually, Paul was holding on tightly, as Angie was having problems standing, let alone dancing. It was looking like her plan of drinking too much was working.
When the song was over, Angie sat back down and said "Ok Sam, your turn." Samantha looked a bit puzzled, until Angie said "Go on, get on up and dance this song with Paul." Paul reached out with his hand, Samantha took it and pulled herself up. She was startled when he pulled her close to his body, his throbbing manhood pressed against her belly through their robes. As they were dancing, Paul got her turned around so that her back was to Angie, Angie motioned to Paul that she was going to feign sleep on the couch, and pointed to them and then to their bedroom. Paul was thinking, yeah, right, here goes nothing. As they were dancing, Paul leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. She sighed, but did not pull away. He moved his hand down her back to her ass and gently squeezed her ass cheeks. At first she didn't do anything, her reaction time made fuzzy by all the margarita's she had drank. But then she said "Hey, what you doing?"
Paul chuckled and said "Seeing if I can make you feel comfortable." This must of confused her, as he then said "Are you comfortable?"
She answered "Uh-huh." The song was over, and he had to push her away, looks like this might be easier than I thought, he said to himself.
Once parted, they looked at the couch, Angie was laying there, sprawled out and eyes closed. He took her face in his hands and said "You know, you've such a pretty face, and a nice body, I'm surprised no man has claimed you for his own, yet."
She blushed, as he moved his hands to her shoulders, leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She sighed, and he knew that this was going to be easy. He brushed her robe off her shoulders, she didn't even try to stop it from falling, as he kissed her on her lips. Once he was done kissing, he turned and sat on the couch, next to his supposedly passed-out wife. He pulled Samantha down next to him, and they started kissing again, she returning the passion. He was wondering when his wife would jump in, but still no signs of life from her. Samantha had her arms out of her robe, her hands exploring his chest and neck, as he fondled her nice, young firm breasts, both still kissing each other passionately. He worked down from her face, to her neck and then to her breasts, kissing all the way, as his left hand found her hot box. He slipped a finger into her love-hole, as he worked her clit with his thumb. She laid a hand over his robe covered manhood, and said "Oh, can I see it?"
He chuckled and sat up, opening his robe, revealing his pecker pointing patiently towards the ceiling. She gingerly took it in her small hands, softly caressing it. Paul asked "Is this the first time you've felt a mans penis, Samantha?"
She blushed and nodded her head yes, saying "I've been on dates, but the men always were too aggressive, I've never seen their things," She turned her head to look at his member, "Usually I ended it before they got too far." She smiled and added, "Although I've felt a few through their pants, and yours is definitely the biggest I've felt." She better watch it or she'll give me a big head, so to speak, he thought.
He told her "Well, now that you've got it in your hands, maybe you would like to learn how to take care of it." She smiled and he started giving instructions, "Ok, now lower your mouth to it and take it between your lips," she hesitated . "Go on, it won't bite ya!" she lowered her mouth to his schlong and placed the head between her lips, causing Paul to moan.
She took her mouth off and asked "You ok?"
He laughed and swore he heard Angie snort, "Yeah, just fine, now put it back in your mouth....ah yes...that‘s it...now gently squeeze the shaft and start jerking it up and down into your mouth...oh yeah...that‘s it...go ahead and squeeze a bit harder....oh god, yes....now run your tongue around the head...yeah, like that...damn girl, you're a fast learner....yeah, that‘s it...now take your free hand and gently rub my balls...ah-ah...not too hard, they're very sensitive....oh god yes..." He could feel his load rushing up from his balls, "Oh shit...now keep your mouth sealed around it, here comes my load...." She tried to remove her head when he said that, but his hand on the back of her head kept her mouth where it was, as he blasted a big load into the back of her mouth, saying "Oh god damn yes, you've such a hot little cocksucking mouth!" The second blast had about the same amount, and she gagged a bit as she was in the process of swallowing the first load.
Amazingly, she didn't let none escape her hot mouth, as he told her "Yeah, that‘s it, keep on jerking my meat, and swirling your tongue around the head."
She milked his prick dry, as he recovered from the orgasm. Once she was sure she had gotten all of it, she crawled up on his lap and kissed him on the cheek, giggling as she asked "How was that?"
He smiled, and said "Not bad for the first time, you'll need to practice more to be as good as Angie though." Good thinking Paul. He rolled her off of him and said "Now, my turn to taste some of your goodies." He got off the couch and put her legs up on his shoulders and buried his face into her shaved snatch. Her juices were flowing, and the scent from them were keeping him good and hard. He was wondering when Angie would jump in, hopeing she takes her sweet fucking time.
He stuck a finger up her cunt as he worked on her clit with his tongue. Soon her hips were bucking in time with his licking and finger-fucking. She was muttering things that he couldn't hear, as she had squeezed her thighs up against his head. He felt her pussy walls start contracting, as she exploded into an orgasm, screaming "Oh fucking god...yes...oh Paul...don't stop...god damn!" Paul was smiling to himself, he was glad to see what got his wife off also worked on other women.
Once she settled down from her orgasmic bliss, he crawled up and gave her a kiss on her lips. He looked over to Angie, and she still had her eyes closed, but she was smiling. Damn bitch is enjoying this, he thought. He pulled Samantha close to him, then grabbing her ass in his hands, he picked her up and lowered her to the floor. His meat was rock hard and was pressed into her belly, as they kissed passionately.
Her legs were spread apart, as he got too his knees, telling her "Go ahead and grab your knees and pull them to your chest." She did as she was told, revealing her pussy to him. He scooted up to her bare cunt and rubbed his meat up and down her slit, causing her to moan and arch her back. He got into a squatting position, his feet up next to her ass, and gently inserted his dick into her virgin cunt. The head went in for about an inch, then hit a wall. Damn bitch is a virgin, he thought as he grinned with delight. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, whispering "The first thrust will hurt, are you ready?" She nodded yes, and keeping her eyes closed, she bit down on her lip, as he sent his pole through her hymen, making her a woman. She cried out in pain, and he stopped. Half his eight inch schlong was buried into her. He relaxed, waiting for her to get use to his size, then asked "Are you ready for some more?"
She said "I think so, go ahead and fuck me, Paul." He didn't need a second invitation, as he shoved the rest of his meat on home.
She gasped out loud, not ever having a cock in her before, she was tense at first, but as he started drawing his meat out, she sighed. When he got all but the head of his dick out, he slowly slid it back in. He kept doing this for about thirty strokes, while he moved his hands to her tits and started kneading them as he screwed her. He though this felt great, so tight and so hot. Samantha had arched her head back, and Paul could feel her pussy muscles start spasming again, sending her into another orgasm.
He was surprised not only with her vocal outburst when she came, but also by the fact that he didn't come. He kept drilling her love box, as she kept her eyes closed. She didn't see Angie get off the couch and come down by her head. She looked up at Paul and winked, he just smiled and kept on fucking. Angie got by her face and kissed Samantha's cheek and asked her "Does that big cock feel good in your virgin pussy?"
Samantha answered "Oh god yes it..." Then her eyes sprung open, she tried to get up, but Paul's weight was too much.
Paul stopped his motion, Angie looked up and said "What you doing? Keep on fucking the bitch, she wants it!" Paul resumed his slow fucking, wondering what the fuck his wife was up too. Tears were welling up in Samantha's eyes, as Angie said "Well now, looks like I caught you two having some fun, and without me. You know, it's not nice to screw your friends husband."
Samantha started to talk, "I...uh...but.."
Angie yelled "Silence bitch," she turned to Paul and said "Fuck her harder, you fucking bastard." He was starting to enjoy this, as he picked up the pace.
Angie worked a hand down to Samantha's cunt, and started frigging her clit, then spoke again to her "You know, you are going to owe me big time, honey. I wonder what I should have you do?" Although she was crying, she was meeting Paul‘s thrusts with those of her own, her passion winning out on her predicament. Just when she was about to explode into another orgasm, Paul grunted and felt his meat shoot a load deep into her womb, causing her pussy to contract violently, as she reached her sexual peak. He kept pounding her twat, sending her into one orgasm after another, with help from Angie's fingers.
Paul collapsed onto his butt, his rapidly shrinking schlong falling out of Samantha's hot box. She whimpered when it popped out. Angie kissed her on her lips, and said "Well, looks like you two were having all the fun, now it's my fucking turn." She sat up against the couch, pulling Samantha too her, saying "You can eat me, girl. I could use my pussy licked." Samantha started to protest again, but thought better of it, as she was on her knees and buried her face into Angie‘s hair pie.
Angie looked at Paul and said "Come here, stud, I want to lick her juices off your meat." Paul got up, wondering when Angie would end this, he was surprised that it went this far. Happy, but still surprised. He got to his wife and straddled her body. She grabbed his tool and guided his limp dick into her mouth, sucking on it furiously. She had one hand on his meat, and the other on the back of Samantha's head, guiding her to where to lick. Soon she was moaning around his shaft, as Samantha finally got her off. Paul was surprised at the fact that he was reasonably hard again in such a short amount of time. He thought that she would have him fuck her next, but was surprised when she said "Okay Sam, I'm going to lay down, and you get on top of me so we can suck each others pussies, I want to eat my mans come from your cunt. Paul can stick it back in your cunt while I'm there."
As she laid down, Samantha crawled on top, whimpering like a punished dog. Soon they had their faces buried into each others cunts, licking away. As Paul started to get behind Samantha's up turned ass, Angie motioned for him to stop. She reached under the couch and pulled out a big dildo. He smiled, thinking, what is she up too. She then reached back under the couch and pulled out a jar of Vaseline.
Oh shit, she can't be serious. He tried anal once before with her years ago, and she threatened to beat the crap out of him if he ever tried it again. He could tell she was smiling, as she gently shoved the dildo up the woman‘s cunt, then motioned for him to get behind her, spreading her ass cheeks far apart with her hands. The little anus of Samantha was winking at him, as he coated his meat liberally with the Vaseline. He lined up and with one shove, he sank his cock into ass, hitting her sphincter. Samantha raised her head and screamed in pain, definitely hadn't suspected this was going to happen. Angie said "Quit your bawling bitch, just relax, and let him get all of it in, and get back to sucking my pussy."
She replied "But it hurts, Angie!"
"I don't care, bitch! You will take it all." Samantha lowered her head back down, whimpering. Paul was starting to have second thoughts, but his wife grabbed his ass and pulled him into her ass, causing Samantha to moan into Angie‘s cunt. Paul was amazed with the feeling, he could feel the dildo through the thin membrane, as Angie fucked her cunt with it.
Paul let her get use to it, then started fucking her ass slowly. With the work that Angie was doing with her tongue, Samantha was soon bucking her hips and gyrating them as well. Paul was thinking that this girl will never fuck again after this night, not after the way Angie was treating her. Angie was the first to cry out in orgasm, followed by Samantha. Paul was no where near coming so soon again. Shit, he already came twice in the last hour, his cock was so hard it was hurting, wanting some relief. He was amazed as he felt his wife push him out of the ass he was enjoying, then pull the dildo out of her cunt. She then had him come back and shove his schlong back into Samantha's hot tight box. He grabbed her hips and started fucking away. Samantha was muttering, her face buried in Angie's cunt. Paul could feel wave after wave of pleasure sweep through her body, as it seemed that as soon as one orgasm ended, another had already begun. Finally, he stiffened, as he shot another load into her vagina, grunting as he did, collapsing forward, causing all three to be in one pile, his dick still wedged tightly into her hot cunt.
He rolled onto his right side, pulling her with him, his meat, losing some rigidity, still inside her. He gently massaged her breasts and kissed her on the neck, as Angie sat up and said "Well now, wasn't that fun, I wonder when the fun will end?"
Samantha spoke, "Come on Angie, I didn't meant to have sex with him, honest I didn't."
Angie crawled over, and started kissing Samantha's face, saying "Well, you did, didn't you though." She looked at Paul and said "Get your dick out of her cunt, I want some of it." Paul was really dumbfounded, now she want’s it. His meat made a plopping sound as it exited Samantha's cunt, He got up, his dick rather limp. He looked down and could see their combined juices dribbling out of her glory-hole. Angie said "Looks like it needs work, why don't you have Sam get it cleaned up and hard for me."
Paul sat down on the couch, and Samantha took his meat into her hands, jerking gently. "Well bitch, go ahead and suck it, you might as well learn how to enjoy it." She lowered her head down and reluncticly took it in her mouth, making a face as she tasted not only their combined juices, but her anal juices as well. This got Paul excited thinking about where his dick had just been. He felt Samantha moan around his shaft, and looked down to see that his wife had re-inserted the dildo back into Samantha's cunt, and was fucking her with it rapidly. After about twenty minutes of sucking, Paul was thinking his dick was going to fall off. It was hard again, and poor Samantha just had another violent orgasm thanks to Angie and her dildo and her tongue. He will definitely have to ask where the fuck she got that thing.
Angie said "Looks like you've done a good job, dear. Now I can use it for myself." She stood up and came over, turned around facing away from Paul, and lowered her cunt onto his meat. Her hands were on his knees as she did all the work, rising, falling and twisting her hips on his schlong. Samantha had moved off to the side, not sure what to do next. As Paul was being rode by his wife, she looked at Samantha and said "Come on over here, bitch, I need your tongue on my clit." Samantha dutifully crawled over, and started licking Angie‘s' cunt as she rode her husband. "Oh god yes, Sam, that‘s the way to do it....ummmm...this dick is soooo good and hard....I hope you've learned your lesson about fucking another woman‘s man." Paul had her by her hips and was thrusting his meat into her, as she had Samantha's head in her hands, guiding her to where to lick. He felt that old familiar feeling of her pussy contracting around his meat, as she yelled out "Oh fuck yeeeeeasss....eat me bitch, fuck me Paul....oh myyyyyy goooood."
She collapsed backwards, with her hands still holding onto Samantha's head, Sam was till licking away, sending minor tremblers through her body. She pushed her head away form her snatch and said "That was a great job. Sam, would you like my man's meat fucking that tight twat of your again?" Samantha smiled, and Angie said "Oh, you've gotten the taste of it now, haven't you?"
She stood up, his dick falling out and making a thwacking sound as it hit his belly. He was wondering how much more he could take, as Angie told him, "Lay down on the floor dear, we'll have Samantha get on top." He got down and stretched out on the carpet. Angie said "Okay dear, now straddle his prick, facing his feet...yeah, that‘s it....now I'll line you up, then you lower down onto his meat." Soon his meat was back into the snug warmth of Samantha's young snatch. She was on her knees, sitting upright, as she started fucking Paul's tool. She fucked for what seemed like an hour to Paul, again having countless orgasms. Angie working her clit with her fingers helped there, as did sucking on her breasts. Finally, Paul felt his last load rising up his shaft, grabbing her ass, he lifted her up and pulled her back down hard one last time, sending his final torrent of his seed deep into her well fucked cunt.
They collapsed in a heap on the floor, and Paul woke up late in the morning, his cock feeling like it was on fire, on the floor with a blanket over him. He didn't know where it came from, but was thankful for it. He looked around and didn't see his wife or Samantha. He got up and found them fast asleep in their bed, in a sixty-nine position. He just smiled and went to take a shower. When he got done, he came out to find Samantha gone, and Angie sleeping. He made them both breakfast, and served hers to her in bed. She awoke and smiled, saying "Looks like it may not have worked."
He asked "What do you mean?"
"Well," she replied, "She wanted to know if she could move in." He burst out laughing, when she asked "You wouldn't mind, would you?" He stopped laughing.
"Well, what does this mean? I thought you were tired of her being around?"
Angie smiled up at him and said "Yeah, but I think after last night, she can take care of both of our sexual needs." Paul just shook his head. He agreed, and Angie called Samantha later in the day. She moved in the following weekend, just as she started to have morning sickness. Seems that Paul was more than a bit too good in his seduction.
the end
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