Steve picked up his coffee from the counter and looked around the small busy coffee bar for a table. He saw one in the corner and weaved his way to it carefully placing his cup on the table. He sat with his back to the wall so he could see Samantha arrive. He was meeting Sam at her instigation, she was his wife Mandy's best friend and they had known each other well for years. Indeed when he and his mate Paul had first met them both in a club all those years ago, it was a toss-up as to who went with whom! He chose the blond.
His Mandy had long blond hair and big green eyes that sparkled. She had then, as she had now a few years later, a curvy body in all the right places and of the two girls by far the largest pair of boobs! What more could a man want than a tall, leggy blond with big tits! Well nymphomaniac tendencies would be a bonus and with Mandy had he selected the bonus ball. Mandy loved sex, to be more accurate Mandy loved cock, his cock for sure. She loved to squeeze his cock, suck his cock and take his cock in any of her holes. Indeed she was never happier than taking cock one way or another. Back then the four of them had partied the night away so many times, but these days they were two married couples with jobs and mortgages to pay and that hedonistic fun seemed to have passed into the memory.
He was unsure why Sam had contacted him to meet for a coffee. She was explicit that he should not tell Mandy about it. But for sure she had a reason and anyway time with Sam was always a pleasure, despite being happily married to Mandy He still fancied Sam like mad and unsurprisingly his occasional subtle suggestions to Mandy and his mate Paul, Samantha's husband about a threesome or foursome had never been picked up. She remained his best mate's wife and forbidden fruit.
He saw her enter the coffee shop. Probably everyman in the place did too! She waved at him and pointed to the counter indicating she would get a coffee and come over. He blushed as he saw male heads turning to see who was the lucky guy! As Sam stood in the queue Steve compared the two women, Sam had always been the quiet one, Mandy the bubbly one, Sam had beautiful long dark hair, small smoky grey eyes that were always well made up, her face made perfect by a small mouth, always well painted with strong red lipstick. She was slimmer than Mandy with much smaller breasts, always a joke between him and Paul about who gave the best titty fucks of the two.
Slowly Samantha made her way between the tables, dressed in a well fitted jacket and white blouse with a pencil pleat short skirt that swayed freely as she walked, the skirt showed her legs and tight bum off so well. As she reached him, she leant in smiled and kissed his cheek, then squeezed herself into the small gap to the next table, carefully brushing her skirt down careful not to show her knickers or hold ups.
"Busy today" she said as she shuffled the chair "it's not always like this, why I chose it, I thought it would be quiet" she paused. "More intimate" she smiled up at him. Steve smiled back without saying anything. Sam made a few comments about the cafe, why she had chosen it and how she used it frequently. She seems nervous in the way she spoke, leaving no gaps in her conversation, so unlike her usual quiet reserved self.
Steve just enjoyed her presence, since the moment of her arrival he had been aware of the strong, expensive and yes without doubt sexy, perfume she wore. He kept her within his gaze, her eyes certainly as beautiful as always. The jacket now unbuttoned revealed a tight white blouse that hugged her figure well. Why were they here alone? This was strange, the men together - yes, the ladies yes but just him and Samantha, as strange as Paul and Mandy meeting up. He was dying to ask, but why spoil what he was enjoying.
"Steve have you listened to any word I have said?" Samantha looked at him not so much cross as inquisitive. Steve just shook his head, laughed and took a drink from his coffee. Samantha giggled "I guess I have been talking like a girl to a girl and that's not what you are". She giggled.
"I would have thought by now you would have realised that" he smiled at her. "Not got all the same dangly bits have we, or bumps and holes quite the same places". She grinned and then laughed, "anyway men listen to each other when they talk don't they not just talk at each other". Samantha playfully punched his arm.
"You are rotten to me, it's a good job your wife is such a nice person or I would not be here" As she said this the smile slowly drained from her face and she dropped her eyes. Steve could tell that there was something wrong, something maybe she wanted to tell him, maybe the reason to meet up.
"Hey Sam, are you ok? I did not mean that it was only a joke". He reached out his hand and placed it on top of hers. Suddenly he was aware that they were touching in a way that even as friends they would not normally do. Slowly Samantha drew her other hand across the table and placed it over his. She raised her head again. Tears were in her eyes her face no longer open and happy, but drawn and sad.
"It's ok, I know it was a joke" she swallowed hard, he felt the pressure from her hand on his. She looked up at him. "I am not sure how I am going to say this but" she paused. "I need..... I desperately need....... I mean I want your help and advice" she sighed heavily. Steve made a facial expression for her to continue as he in turn squeezed her hand tightly. Sam swallowed hard again. "It's Paul, I am sure he is having an affair".
What she said almost seemed to block out all of the cafe noise, like Steve had only heard this in his head not from her mouth. Talk about a bombshell. Steve, his best mate, no way! If he was having an affair he would be the first to know about it, after all there was not a woman either of them knew that did not elicit comment from time to time and every one of them still got given their old teenage shag quotient, even though they both agreed only their wives could ever score a 10 now days. Defence was the first reaction. This was about his mate as much as her husband.
"Can't be true Sam" he pulled his hand out from between hers. "Not Paul, he loves you too much and anyway he is useless with women, believe me, he always has been. He only got you because of my hard work ". He was trying to lighten the mood. He looked at Sam, there was not anger in her eyes but puzzlement. She was clearly convinced and certain. "I mean why, how, what's the motive, I am sure it's just a misunderstanding, anyway do you know who it is?"
"I don't know, that's the big frustration, I don't know who and I don't know why" tears welled up again in her eyes. She reached out and held his hand again and pleaded. "I thought you might know who she was and why he is doing this to me?" Her hand was squeezing his tightly her eyes almost pleading with him. The intensity was something he had never experienced before with her, it had a strange effect on him, almost erotic. The way she held tightly to him, the look in her eyes of a woman who felt betrayed, even abandoned by her lover, lusting for his attention, missing the pleasure he had brought, the sensation of his hardness penetrating her, the erotic pleasure of feeling him release deep inside her body. Steve felt the unnerving effect of his cock start to harden, this was not what he expected but something he could not control. He spoke slowly.
"Sam, it is hard to believe, for me to take in too. I know Steve well. What makes you think this, what are the tell-tale signs or actions that make you think this?" Steve could not imagine his mate was so stupid as to leave messages on his phone or even worse leave pictures from another woman. They had joked about that so many times and knew that phones had fucked things up for people they knew in the past. AS she did not know who it was, it did not sound like she had come home one day and caught him fucking in the kitchen or worse in their bedroom.
"Steve, I wanted to tell Mandy, but I thought you might understand better as his friend why he no longer has the same enthusiasm for me. It's over the last month or six weeks" she paused and looked deep into his eyes. "Well he just doesn't....... fuck me the same as before" she swallowed, clearly it was difficult to say "I don't get the same feeling of his hardness inside me. Oh shit this is so hard to say, "she paused again. Steve squeezed her hand in reassurance. "He has always felt so big inside me, given me amazing feelings, I am only small down there" she cast her eyes downward, for Steve a revelation, for Samantha maybe an embarrassment, an admission. "It's like he does not have the same desire for me anymore".
"I am sure that's not true, maybe he has a problem getting hard, you know it can happen to men" although for Steve right now it was the opposite problem, he was now carrying a full boner under the table. There was no doubt in his mind of the effect Sam's confessions about sex was having on his body!
"No, no it's not that, its other things too. We don't" she paused as if hesitant to use the word again. "We don't......... fuck with the same frequency or interest recently" Samantha dropped her eyes as if not wanting to admit something. "Steve please, please this is so intimate and difficult for me." She gave out a heavy sigh, "He would come home from work and fuck me in the kitchen every night; it was so erotic being taken from behind over the table or the sink. I would be ready for him, my knickers off to get him inside me quicker. Sex in the bedroom didn't need to be exciting, so erotic. Oh Steve, we just don't do that anymore. Not only have I lost him, my own frustration and lust is boiling over. I have such a high libido. I am just not getting enough cock and it's hurting me bad"
This had not been the revelation he had expected when he accepted the invitation for a coffee, maybe to help plan a surprise birthday party for Steve, maybe an idea to surprise Mandy and check it out, but not to hear the lurid details of Sam and Paul's sex life from Sam of all people. Now his cock was hard and he knew the lady sitting opposite him was not getting the regular good fucking she needed and desired. In short one horny and frustrated lady! Best mate's wife or not!
"Sam, I am not sure how to respond to what you have shared, I promise faithfully to you this stays between us. I had no idea about the things you said. Paul has never said anything as intimate to me about your sex games or your body. Of course I knew you made love frequently, we shared that bit together, he knows how often Mandy and I get it up too, but not the detail of where, when and how." He was not sure if women shared their intimate details and she actually knew how obsessive Mandy was about cock sucking and their shared delight in her titty fucks. "I am sure there is a logical explanation we just have to get to the bottom of it." Samantha raised her head and smiled.
"Now I have told someone, it has helped, just that I am not alone in this anymore means a lot to me" she managed a half smile. "You do understand me don't you?" She questioned. He was not quite sure what she meant, but then women do say different things at times than they mean. He had learnt that the hard way. He nodded. "Look, I am sorry, but that last bit of conversation, the intimacy, intensity whatever we call it, will make me wet my panties if I don't go to the loo quickly." Sam pushed back the chair and stood up, brushing her skirt down. At least she still had the ultimate pride in her appearance. "Wait a minute please" she said as she turned towards the toilet.
As he and the rest of the males in the café watched her weave her way through the tables, he played with his coffee cup and drank down the cold remains. Wow, what a revelation. The dirty bugger, he thought. It certainly sounded like he was getting it somewhere else. Pity if it broke up the foursome. For sure Mandy would not like to hear of this. But even he could not figure out why, it was not as if Paul had acted strange with him or even dropped any oblique hints or comments. This was out of the blue, unlike Paul, he was usually so open. After all they had been best mates for years. It was strange behaviour for sure.
Samantha returned, looking less fraught. As she sat down again opposite him he was aware that she had brushed her hair and tidied her make up. A fresh coat of scarlet on her lips, it always amazed him how his own Mandy could look a different woman after a trip to the loo in a restaurant, usually as a signal that it was time to go home and get some cock inside her!
Samantha did not offer her hand to him again, he took this as a sign that things were better and maybe would not be so intense now she returned, his own tension had subsided, he still carried a thickened "semi" but not quite the raging bone under the table he had when she left a few minutes before.
Samantha smiled at him and leant forward resting her chin on her hands, her elbows on the table. A slightly strange position to adopt until the penny dropped. Steve found himself staring at her cleavage. There was no doubt about it, the tight white blouse no longer had just the top button open, several more were now undone, the length of her small, but obvious cleavage was in full view as was the frilly top edge lining of her bra. Steve swallowed hard, once again he was on the back foot. A new dilemma, was his wife's best friend coming on to him?
"Steve" her voice almost a whisper now. "What worries me the most is maybe Paul no longer finds me attractive?" She questioned. How was Steve to respond?
"I am sure it can't be that Samantha, no way, I mean" he stopped himself mid-sentence what he was thinking of saying could be taken a number of ways. For sure he found her incredibly attractive, any man would and right now he was not sure if she offered him the chance to give her one, he would be able to refuse. That feeling of hardness started to rise up again.
"Go on Steve, what were you going to say? Wait, maybe I should ask a more direct question to help you? Do you find me attractive" she paused. "Or should I say do you still find me attractive. I know we have always had this sort of four way relationship, but then I always had my Paul satisfying all my needs, my desires" she paused and ran her tongue around her lips before finishing with "my carnal lust!"
Steve swallowed hard, he knew he was flushed, he felt hot, never had a sensation run through his body like it did now. He was openly being offered what he considered was forbidden fruit. How the hell should he react? What was going to rule his head or his cock?
A broad grin opened across Samantha's face as she stretched out a hand to grasp Steve's. She pulled it back towards her open blouse.
"I know they aren't as big as your Mandy's, but they are all I've got" she pulled a sad face. "I know exactly what you do with hers, she's told me" she grinned. "You are a naughty boy aren't you, all that cock between the titties, all that shooting spunk all over them. You could do that to me too you know. Paul never does that and I would seriously love it".
Steve felt the warmth of her cleavage as she pushed his hand onto her chest. He quickly glanced around to see if they were being watched. Fortunately people were only interested in each other or their laptops.
"Please Steve touch me, feel me. I need the reassurance that I am still attractive" she was pleading with him. He let his hand to rest where she had placed it and felt her chest rise and fall as she breathed.
"It's not that you aren't attractive, Samantha you are very attractive, sexy, cute everything like that, but you are Mandy's best friend and married to Paul. If we cross the line can we ever go back?" The words from his mouth came out sincere, but under the table his hormones had a different viewpoint. His cock was straining at an awkward angle inside his pants, hard as a bone reacting to the come on Samantha was offering.
"Steve, I am certain Paul has already crossed the line. I don't who know she is but, I don't think I can go back. What would you think if you thought Mandy was doing what my Paul is doing. Would that be any different?"
"I don't know, I really don't know" Steve was confused his heart and head were sending different messages. Sam pressed his hand again against her chest, his resistance was low. The feeling of her warm body, the thought that after so many years, something he had always wanted was in touching distance, indeed much closer than that.
"Please" was all she said as her eyes locked on his. Slowly he slid his hand inside her blouse easing his fingers inside her bra. Samantha closed her eyes, he mouth opened in a perfect O as she exhaled deeply. Steve watched her moistened lips wondering what it might feel like to have them close around the rigid cock still trying its best to burst free. Her breast felt warm, his fingers touched against her nipple, he could feel the skin around the little button was puckered, he felt the hard protrusion like a dried pea. He heard a low moan from Samantha. His hand moved on upwards across her breast his fingers tracing along her cleavage towards her neck. His fingers caressed around to the side of her neck, slowly he pulled her head towards his. Her eyes were still closed, but her lips seemed ready for the inevitable union. Her lips tasted sweet, like he had always imagined they would, it had always been air and cheek kisses even at Christmas and New Year. Her tongue pushed against his lips, he could no longer resist her advances. Their mouths opened and their tongues met, the buzz felt like an electric shock, feeling her tongue inside his mouth, her hot breath, almost panting. Her perfume enveloping their closeness and he knew he had crossed the invisible line.
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Paul grunted once again as his cock pushed deeper inside her pussy. He loved fucking a woman doggy, something he rarely did with Samantha, the added bounce from the bed as she held on tight to the headboard adding to the sensation as he penetrated deep inside her.
"Go on Paul" she screamed "Fuck me harder, you dirty sod, go on go harder, harder, fuck me dirty like your bitch, ooooh yes baby". Her dirty words of encouragement were working, he felt so hard inside her. He knew he could not hold on much longer. His arms were stretched round her body squeezing her breasts in rhythm with his pumping, her nipples engorged and hard, as they always were, and lovely big sensitive nipples that loved being the centre of attention.
"Oh you bastard, fuck me harder, I want to feel your balls slamming against my fucking cunt lips, go on push it harder, fuck me, fuck me, go on give me that spunk, all that hot sticky spunk in your balls. Ahhhhhh, woooow yeses , go on shot it all up inside me go on yessss, yesssss, Oh my fuck I am cumming. Ahhhhhh ahhhhhhh"
Paul felt the wetness as she let go once again, the added lubrication, spurred him on faster, harder deeper.
"Oh fuck, babes here it cums!" His cock sent the first stream deep inside her, more following with every involuntary pulse his cock made. He knew this was an exceptional load he was giving her, the climax of a long foreplay and many changes of position before the final payload was at last delivered.
They collapsed in a heap on the bed, his cock slipped free, she rolled her body round and lurched forward, clasping the slippery hard member with her fingers and pulling it towards her face.
"Shit give me that cock, quick" her lips closed around it, her tongue flicking around its head, she was trying to suck the last drops from the ejaculation tube, the taste of their mixed love juices exciting her more and more.
Slowly she felt it soften in her mouth, he was done, nothing more to give her this time, but what a magic fuck, what a cock Paul had. Long, thin and straight and boy did he know how to use it to give a woman pleasure! She let it slip from her lips as clean as it ever would be. She giggled and pulled herself up onto the pillow to face Paul. His eyes were closed, resting after the exertion. She put her hand on his chest and let her fingers run down the hairs on his chest, to close around his cock again. It was just such a magic cock to her.
"Good boy" she giggled "you deserve your rest" she paused "for a few minutes more anyway" Paul smiled without opening his eyes. He reached out and felt her breast, his fingers tickling as they traced their way down her body. She giggled and wriggled as his fingers poked her belly button. Slowly they felt further down towards her freshly shaved pussy. As his fingers reached her slit he felt the sticky wetness, his cum already oozing from inside her, mixing with her own wetness.
This was one of the most erotic things he had enjoyed and discovered over the last few weeks since he had first crossed the line and fucked Mandy!
As Paul lay on her bed, close to Mandy, as always guilt crossed his mind. He had never intended to be unfaithful to Samantha, it just sort of happened. It wasn't that their sex was not great - it was, just with Mandy it was different. The problem he was beginning to find was how to balance the demands of two highly sexed, incredibly attractive ladies with vastly different demands.
Sam still wanted that frantic urgent relief every evening when he got home. Being fucked in the kitchen had become a daily obsession. If it was a day he and Mandy had been fucking there was always the chance he might not get it up or take too long to finish and then only with a dribble! For sure she would suspect him, better to try and avoid the action on more than just the days he and Mandy fucked. Sex in bed with Sam had always been straightforward after the erotic fast and furious kitchen fucks. Just so unlike Mandy with their special bedroom play that they had both found so erotic. If only he could find the balance.
If that was all his guilt, it would have been manageable, the reality was that both women were best friends and he was now not only fucking his wife's best friend she was the wife of his best buddy - Steve! What a potential mess if it all unravelled.
But for now his pleasure was complete, Mandy was so appreciative, so encouraging, he often wondered if she was the same with Steve. She was certainly different to shy quiet Samantha who only ever seemed to come alive bouncing on his cock in the kitchen. But if he carried on doing what he did to Mandy with increasing frequency, for sure there one day the inevitable would happen and it would all blow up in his face!
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At last Steve and Samantha broke the public embrace, his hand slid back from her neck, as he looked at her, she seemed as if in a trance. Softly she spoke.
"Steve, we crossed that line and that felt so good," she was whispering conscious they were still in the coffee bar, a public location. "Your fingers inside my blouse felt so right, so soft and gentle, your kiss so sweet, we should have done this so long ago, not just now. Please understand I don't want to steal you from Mandy, never, just the chance to share you".
"We can't stay here, doing this, someone will see us, you can't imagine what this is doing to parts of me".
"I hope I can" she responded. "If your"...... she lowered her voice, putting her hand in front of her mouth "your cock is not hard by now, I have been pinning my hopes on the wrong man. Anyway, how do think I am feeling. You can't believe how wet my panties are. My pussy is leaking like a drain. If you could reach under the table you would know what your fingers and lips just did to me." He smiled too, relaxing now he knew that the inevitable was going to happen, it was just a matter of where and when.
"Look seriously what are we going to do? I would love to feel how wet you are and let you feel how hard I am, but we might just get kicked out if we did and well" he shrugged his shoulders. "I certainly want to taste your sweet mouth again"
"And feel my little titties too I hope?" He nodded. "Look my car is parked in the multi-story just behind, let's go there and well. Let's see". Sam reached down to pick up her bag. Steve noticed the guy at the next table look over his laptop, his eyes staring, what man would not with the amount of cleavage on display as she leant down, surely not far from at least one tit popping out, if not both. She raised her head and engaged with him. Steve watched her wink at him as he swiftly looked away. Steve smiled to himself, one more boner she had caused, at a minimum he would have a great wank tonight on the memory.
The chairs scraped on the floor as they both stood up, Samantha threaded her way through the tables to the door. Once outside she offered her hand to hold, Steve, reluctant at first in public, eventually clasped it squeezing it hard to reassure her.
They reached Sam's little hatchback, parked over to the back on an upper floor, it was mid-afternoon and this floor of the car park was less than half full. She popped the key and the locks opened. Before she got in Sam took her jacket off, bent inside the car and laid it neatly on the back seat. They took their respective seats and shut the doors, Sam on the driver side. Sam popped the door lock with purpose and turned to face Steve.
"We don't want to be disturbed, do we?" She said the words with a serious tone, her head already moving towards his. They kissed again, this time with significantly more passion. Sam was breathing heavily pulling their bodies closer. Steve's hand went back inside her blouse this time pushing down trying to flip more buttons, without luck. Sam broke the embrace almost panting. Without lifting her eyes from him, still breathing in a laboured and clearly excited manner, she undid the remaining buttons, pulled the bottom of the blouse from her skirt waist and reached behind her inside her blouse unclipping her bra. It did not look like Sam had any other destination in mind for their liaison.
Without speaking they kissed again, he felt little bursts of her hot breath in his mouth as she breathed, her lips soft as they brushed tightly across his. His hand returned this time enclosing Sam's naked breast, her nipple as hard as before, he squeezed, she moaned, his hand moved through the valley of her chest to the other breast, again she moaned. Steve felt her fingers pushing between the buttons of his shirt, she had success and her hand now rubbed hard against the tight mat of masculine hair. They broke the embrace again, this time Samantha broke the silence as she reached forward unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.
"Steve, I don't think we can do it here, the space is too tight but I want you, I want you inside me so much" she was certainly excited. For the first time he gazed on her naked chest. Her full breasts were firm like two perfect domes, not as small as he had remembered from party dresses and swimsuits. Her tiny pink nipples so sexy and cute like a little girl still in puberty, so different to Mandy, larger pendulous breasts, big dark nipples. Already this was way more than his imagination, his fantasies. Her hand went to his open chest pulling him in close. Skin on skin they hugged close as he felt the hardness of her nipples rubbing against his chest as Sam moved her body to stimulate them.
"I don't think either of us would last a drive anywhere, I just couldn't concentrate enough to drive safely" Sam was being practical. "But it's not busy here we could risk it behind the car in the corner. I just worry if a mother comes for her car with a child. It would not be good".
"You are right" Steve responded. "I can manage for now, but not if you keep on exciting me the way you do. For sure there is no way can I fuck you in here, its drive or get out the car. It's your call".
"Out the car" Sam's response was instant; it seemed she was almost opening the door as she spoke. "Quick I can't see anyone around, get out and come round my side". Steve followed her out, leaving his shirt hanging open and walked round the back of the car to her side. Sam was leaning against her closed door. Her blouse still hanging open and her breasts exposed. As he moved close to her, she reached out and squeezed the tent pole poking forward in his trousers.
"Now what on earth caused that to happen" she giggled. "It looks so uncomfortable shall I help it out?" Sam needed little encouragement and showed as much skill in opening the front of Steve's trousers as she had with her blouse and bra. Her hands had the buckle undone, the top button open and the zip pulled down quicker than Steve would have done himself. There straining at his boxers for final release was Samantha's prize.
"I have to admit to some insider knowledge about your cock. Mandy told me years ago how thick it was. Just please be gentle my pussy is still small and tight, Paul is hung but nowhere near as fat as that thing looks right now.
Samantha tucked her fingers inside the elastic of Steve's boxers and eased them down. His cock sprung free and swayed freely. Her eyes lit up as it pointed at her, she pulled his pants lower to release his heavy ball sack too.
"Oh my god Mandy what a lucky girl you are!" Steve smiled in pride at her comment. Her hand moved towards his rigid cock and he felt her fingers first clasp and then stroke it. "Oh yes, it's.... Wow, I mean, oh my god I don't think I can take it" she swallowed hard.
"I am sure you can, don't worry I promise to be as gentle as I can. But you say you only have a small pussy, you said that about these too" he put his hand back on her breast and gently rubbed her nipple between his fingers.
"Careful, that's exciting me just a bit too much too soon" she glanced back over her shoulder, Steve guessed to check they were still alone. "Well my pussy is just waiting for you and that gorgeous cock. Quick before someone arrives.
Steve let his hand trace a path across her naked stomach and down the fold between her legs, sliding his hand up under her skirt, to his surprise his fingers met the hairs of her bush. She giggled.
"I am so naughty! I took my knickers off when I went to the loo, they were already sopping wet then. I hope you like it natural, I don't shave." Steve let his fingers trace through her hair searching for her slit. So different to Mandy, her light blond curls always kept clean shaven. He could feel the wetness in the mat of hair. She squealed as his finger found her slit and entered with such ease. This lady was clearly in a very excited state. A second and a third finger eased between her lips.
"Not such a little lady as you say" he leant in towards her. "Go on guide it in, before I make a mess all over your cute pubic curls.
Samantha guided the tip of his cock closer and closer to her body. Steve felt the tip of his cock nudge against her lips. He thrust hard and entered her.
"Oh fuuuck" was the only response. He drew back and pushed again. This time he heard a yelp, like a wounded animal. Sam's eyes squeezed tight shut, her mouth hanging limp and open as she braced herself for his penetration. He looked over her shoulder across the top of the car towards the door to the stairs as he started to slowly pump out a rhythm. Sam grunted, moaned and let the occasional expletive out as his rhythm increased. He knew he was pushing deep into her, he knew how tight he must feel to her. Mandy was used to his girth, but in his younger single days, girls would tell him how much it hurt as much as the pleasure it brought taking something thicker than they had yet experienced.
Samantha was lost in the experience. She felt like a rag doll being bounced around, but this coupled with the excitement of being hammered against the side of her car in a public car park, drove her first orgasm in months. Steve felt the pressure of her release all around, he was so tight in her it hand little space to seep out. It acted as stimulation to him and his speed and depth of pushing inside her increased.
"Oh my god, I can't take any more" she screamed out. "Steve fuck me, fuck me harder, cum, cum for me babes quick. Aaaaarhhh yeeeees." This outburst sent Steve past the point of no return. His cock seemed as if it had exploded as the tension released the first bolt of spunk even deeper into her body. She screamed out again, he felt her legs go, he tried to hold her up pinning her against the car as his uncontrollable spasms pumped more and more inside her. Sam's head dropped to one side, as if she had been knocked out cold, her body went limp. What has he done?
For what seemed like minutes, but must have been less, they both were breathing heavily, Steve holding Sam up by pinning her body to the car with his weight. Eventually, her head rose, her eyes opened, a broad smile came across her face.
"Steve, oh man you just don't know how much I needed that"
"You gave a pretty good impersonation of a horny lady I must say." He could feel his cock softening inside her. "I think I should withdraw my cock before it slides out of its own accord. He felt her muscles tighten.
"Oh no you don't, not until I am ready" she responded "how does that feel?"
"Pretty good, but I think we need to move I can see people coming this way". He stepped back easing his cock free. "Now just let me step to one side, you open the door and slide in, I will then stand in the doorway. Move quickly!" Sam followed the instruction and sat on the driver's seat pulling her blouse across her naked chest. Steve stepped back across the door leaning on the roof. He watched as the guy he had seen walked towards them. Samantha was quick, working his cock back inside his trousers and pulling the zip.
Steve nodded to the guy as he walked past. The guy signalled back a slightly puzzled look on his face. Steve turned and watched him get in his car and drive off. He walked round to the passenger door and got in. He looked across at Sam, carefully buttoning up her blouse. She leant across and kissed him. Her eyes with a misty 'just fucked' glaze within them.
"Thank you" was all she said. Her face aglow, then slowly it changed, she looked down. "Oh fuck what a mess, I know it's going to leave a stain. Steve looked down at the seat, as she lifted her flowing skirt, he could see the reason. His cum oozing from the matted black curls, a clear white streak identified the source. "Oh my god how am I going to explain this mess to Paul?" She reached around for her bag and pulled from it what looked like a pair of panties. She tried to wipe the stain and her pussy hair at the same time, eventually pushing the fabric into her slit and pulling the skirt back down. "That will have to do until I get home". She smiled at Steve. "It's all your fault!" they both laughed.
They sat in silence for minutes, both assessing the situation. They knew they had crossed a line and the relationship between the two of them, let alone the foursome had changed forever. Eventually Steve broke the silence.
"So my wife's best friend" he frowned "What have we just done?" Sam shrugged her shoulders.
"I guess something we both wished we had done years ago". Her eyes pleaded with him to agree. "Honest, Steve, believe me I did not just need to be fucked, I wanted so much to be fucked by you. I have never wanted to replace Mandy in your life, you both seem so happy with each other. I have always yearned that I could share you with her. It's not that Paul is not a good lover. He is, he is gentle and caring, but I need more than that. I encouraged him to ravish me in the kitchen when he comes home, but I feel he just does it to please me. Believe me a woman needs more than just a cock penetrating her between her legs. But I think I scare him" She paused the finished "Maybe that's why he wanted to take a new lover?" Steve took in the confession and though hard about his reply.
"Wow, Samantha, that was from the heart. "He leant over and kissed her lips lightly. She was expecting rejection, maybe he did not feel the same and she had screwed up? Steve leant back, sighed and continued "I don't know why it has not happened before, it should have! Maybe Paul's actions created the opportunity. I guess if I we could get Paul and Mandy to agree to share then everything would be fine." He smiled "What's the chance we can win back Paul for you and persuade him to share Mandy with me. I think I could accept that if she could, we are all such good friends".
"I don't think Paul could handle two women at the same time, if he could I wouldn't have needed so much what you just gave me." As she spoke she let her hand drift down to her skirt, feeling her pussy through it and wincing. "I am sorry, I am still leaking badly. I have to go and clean up somehow. I have never experienced a load that big ever before". She was apologetic and encouraging at the same time.
"Look, why don't I go, right now and give us both time to think. Can we meet tomorrow somewhere, it had better not be here or in the café, I am not sure they would let us back in again".
"Come round to our place, tomorrow afternoon, Paul will be at work, he won't be expecting me to be at home, I usually visit my mother after work." Steve nodded, leant in again and they kissed long and hard.
"Go, go now please or I will want that cock inside me again. Make me wait, but only until tomorrow" She smiled as he opened the car door and walked away not looking back
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Paul was already on his way home. He knew he could not keep what was happening secret much longer, Mandy and Samantha were too good friends not to let something slip and after all these years he felt so disloyal to Steve. But he could blame Steve somewhat.
Going away on a business trip over the weekend of that party! If only Mandy had not stayed the night. If only Samantha had not got so pissed she passed out. Accidentally entering the toilet and finding Mandy, knickers around her ankles, the jokes between two pissed people would not have led to that first titty fuck and all that had followed over the last few weeks.
He smiled to himself as he turned into their road, everything would be fine if Mandy and he could persuade Sam and Steve that sharing was a good idea.
He swallowed, Samantha's car was in the drive She was home already. How was he going to avoid fucking her right now in the kitchen............................To be continued
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