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Archive name: sammy.txt (Wife, cheat, M+/F, reluc)
Authors name: Sandia (sandia@texas.net)
Story title : Sammy

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Sammy (Wife, Cheat, M+/F, Reluc)
By Sandia (sandia@texas.net)

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Comments appreciated at sandia@texas.net.

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"True Confessions" 

My husband and I were thrilled when he finally got a job 
at a big Wall Street brokerage. It was something we had 
been working toward for years, and the money was really 
good. It was a welcome relief to both of us because his 
student years had been so tough. For his twenty-seventh 
birthday I decided to do something special for him, and 
reserved a room at a very nice hotel, and a table at one 
of New York's finest restaurants.

To get Sam ready for it, I picked out a very revealing 
outfit from a specialty store. It was a very short red 
mini-skirt, with slits on the sides, and a white half-
shirt, which I left mostly unbuttoned, with a lacy black 
bra underneath.

I took a cab to his office tower and enjoyed the looks 
of his co-workers when I made my way to his desk. Trying 
to be as sexy as possible, I leaned over his desk to 
kiss him. I wanted every man there to be as jealous as 
possible. My husband seemed surprised to see me but 
quickly recovered when I reminded him of our plans. He 
said he had to check in with his boss, but then we'd be 
on our way. 

His boss turned out to be a big handsome man named 
"Mike." Sam had told me Mike was a former bond-trader 
who was said to have made a killing in the eighties. He 
was also said to own an island in the Caribbean, as well 
as his own private jet. 

"Mike wants to take us out for drinks, honey," he said. 
"It will be a chance for you to meet some of the 
partners." 

I was worried about our reservations, but it was 
obviously important to Sam that I go along, so I agreed. 
Mike made no pretense about checking me out as Sam 
introduced us. He was a very forward man, good looking, 
but obviously someone who was used to getting what he 
wanted. 

There were eight of us when we finally got to the bar. 
It was a blues bar, and there was a band playing on a 
little stage in front. We sat in a booth in back, and 
had to squeeze to get in. Mike sat next to me, and 
another partner (a much younger man) sat on my other 
side. My husband wound up sitting on the other end, next 
to Frank, another associate. The two of them got drinks 
for us.

At first I ordered a Shirley Temple, but Mike insisted I 
have something stronger. The partners were very 
friendly. Mike and the other man, Junior, leaned in very 
close to talk to me and seemed very interested in what I 
had to say. Junior was much younger, almost my age, and 
also good looking. I tried to make a good impression on 
both of them, since they were both partners at my 
husband's company. 

The men drank very fast and encouraged me to do the 
same. It seemed like as soon as Sam finished serving one 
round of drinks, they would send him for another. 

Mike told me Sam was very lucky to have such a beautiful 
wife as me, and asked if I dressed this way all the 
time. I told them it was only for special occasions. 
When they asked me what the occasion was, I told them 
about our plans to finally have a baby, and about how we 
hoped to get started that night. 

The talk became more sexual after that. They asked me 
questions about my sexual experiences, about my 
relationship with Sam, and about whether I enjoyed the 
looks I got from men in the clothes I was wearing. I 
found myself talking very openly with them. I told them 
about my first time (it had been with Sam), about the 
other man I had been with (even Sam didn't know about 
that!), and admitted to them I liked the way the clothes 
made me feel when men looked at me.

I even told them how I had never had a man in my mouth, 
though I sometimes let Sam go down on me and how he very 
much wanted me to do the same for him. Mike told me I 
was being silly not to open myself up to oral sex. He 
said if I tried it I might like it more than I thought. 
I promised him I'd think about what he said.

While I was talking I felt Mike's hand on my thigh. He 
said he was very pleased with Sam's performance at the 
company, and he hoped both of us would be comfortable 
there. I thanked him and smiled, even though I was very 
uncomfortable with his hand on my bare leg like that. 

He smiled back at me and I felt his fingers begin 
tracing a line on the inside of my thigh. It was very 
erotic, though also nerve wracking. I glanced at my 
husband again, but he did not catch my eye. "We think 
Sam might qualify for a share in the year-end bonus, 
Jenny," he said. I nodded, ashamed of myself for letting 
my husband's boss touch me like that. He continued 
talking to me about Sammy's prospects, but his hand 
became more and more forward under the table. I wanted 
to get up and move away, but for some reason I didn't. I 
told myself it was not worth making a scene.

Then I felt his fingers touch me through my panties. I 
started, but he had his hand on my shoulder and stopped 
me. "Relax, Jenny," he said, "you're not hurting 
anybody. Just relax and enjoy it." I did relax a little. 
His fingers began to gently caress me there. "You're a 
beautiful woman, Jenny," he said, "you really should 
loosen up. Your husband would like that. I'll bet he 
doesn't even realize how lucky he is to have a beautiful 
woman like you in his bed every night." 

Turning to Junior, he asked, "What kind of panties do 
you think she's wearing?" Junior smiled at me. "I'm sure 
they're something sexy," he said.

I felt his fingers touch my knee. The men continued 
talking about my panties, and I couldn't help but react 
to what they were doing to me. It was incredibly erotic 
to have two men caressing me, although I was embarrassed 
and humiliated that I was letting them touch me so 
openly.

I glanced at my husband again, but he still wasn't 
paying attention. They maneuvered my legs apart. I 
didn't try to stop them. Mike's hand found my clitoris 
and he was gently stroking me there under the table. "I 
think she's taking my advice," he said. I realized I had 
been moving my hips against his hand and stopped myself. 
The men sitting closer to us were all looking at me. I 
looked for Sam, but he'd gotten up and gone somewhere.

Mike leaned in close to me. "You're a naughty little 
wifey, aren't you Jenny," he said. "I can feel your 
pussy leaking through your panties." (It was true!) "You 
like getting your cunny stroked while your husband 
watches, don't you?"

I felt my head move almost before I could stop myself, 
and I looked again for my husband. "Please stop doing 
this to me," I whimpered. 

Mike laughed again and became even bolder. I felt him 
pull my panties aside and then I felt his fingers touch 
my naked wet pussy. I wanted to scream, but it felt so 
good I couldn't stop him. I moved my thighs even wider 
for him. Junior continued to stroke my thigh while he 
watched us intently.

"That's it, Jenny," Mike said, "we know you like it. Now 
slide forward more, so I can get my fingers up inside 
you." I did as he said, though I knew what was coming 
next. He penetrated me. 

This time I couldn't help it. I made a little noise. 
When I looked up, Sam was looking straight at me.

"Everything ok, honey?" he asked. 

"Oh yes, Sammy," I heard myself saying. Then I stumbled. 
Mike had slid his finger deeper into me, his palm was 
rubbing against my clitoris. I couldn't answer. I 
couldn't answer him.

Mike answered for me. "It's alright, Sam," he said, 
"I've got her well in hand. Why don't you get us some 
more drinks?" He slid another finger into me.

My husband nodded uncertainly. I smiled weakly before he 
left. 

When my husband was over by the bar, Mike took my head 
in his hand and kissed me hard on the mouth. I opened my 
mouth for him and moaned around his tongue as I throbbed 
around his fingers. He squeezed me there. When he 
released me, I fell back against the bench, eyes closed, 
and wanting desperately for him to make me come. I was 
moving my hips against him quite openly now, knowing the 
other men could see me. 

Junior unbuttoned my blouse. He pulled it all the way 
apart. He unclasped my bra and moved me so he could 
slide the straps off my shoulders. I resisted none of 
this. When I opened my eyes I saw the other men staring 
intently at my naked chest. He cupped and squeezed my 
breasts, and I let him do it, thinking only of my 
pleasure. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his 
mouth. All I could do is moan out loud. When he stopped 
I wanted him to continue, but Mike told me to button 
myself up. "Your husband is coming back," he said.

I was still buttoning my blouse when Sam came around the 
corner with the drinks. I thanked him nervously as he 
handed me my drink and I tried to control my breathing. 
I wondered if he could tell my bra was now missing. 

Sam asked if I was almost ready to go. I started to 
stammer a reply, thinking of my missing bra and Mike's 
fingers buried in my pussy, when Mike interrupted. 
"She's almost ready, Sam," he said. "I need you to get 
the Clarks file off my desk for me. I'm sure she'll be 
ready when you get back." While I hated the tone of 
Mike's voice, I have to admit in a way I was relieved 
when I saw my husband was going. I no longer wanted to 
stop what Mike was doing to me. 

When Sam turned the corner, Mike turned me in my seat 
and stripped my panties off me. Then, pushing me down in 
the seat of the booth, he climbed on top of me. I wasn't 
ready for what happened next. I hadn't expected it. I 
felt him there, and then he was inside me almost before 
I knew it, I was so wet and ready for him.

When I felt him inside me, I gave up any resistance; I 
gave in to him completely. I let him do me over and over 
again. His thrusts were long and powerful and I was 
panting and moaning as the other men looked on. He 
pulled my blouse apart and squeezed my breasts. He put 
his fingers in my mouth. I was panting and moaning out 
loud, and I begged him to do my harder.

When I felt him pulsing inside me I wrapped my legs 
around him, pushing myself against him, to get him in me 
as deep as he could go. I didn't even think that it was 
supposed to have been Sam.

When he was done with me, he ordered Frank to watch for 
my husband. Then each of the other partners took their 
turn with me there in the booth. I came for them, hard 
and loud. All of them came in my pussy. I let one of 
them come in my mouth. I have to admit I enjoyed it.

I did fuck my husband in the hotel room that night, 
though thankfully I didn't come up pregnant. I kept the 
lights off so he wouldn't see the red marks on my 
breasts, and told him I was wet from thinking about him. 

The truth is, I could hardly feel him, after the 
pounding I'd gotten down below. 

Jenny.

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