Amicable

The next day I had not managed to speak about, what happened, although I could think about nothing else. Sam acted as usual, if not to say she pretended. How long the hell it was going like this? How often George and Shirley had fucked her already? God Lord. Sam was 27. Shirley and George Smith were at least ten years older. Although I had to admit both were attractive, in particular Shirley with her womanly figure and her long blond hair.
What I do realised was that Sam walked around the house naked or with just her pants on from time to time. This was something she had never done in our apartment, where we lived before we bought this house. This Sunday morning she was sitting topless on the couch, reading the newspaper.
“Say, are you hot?” I began.
“What do you mean by that?” She replied innocently.
“You are wearing nothing but your slip.”
She lowered the paper and looked directly at me. “Is that a problem for you?”
“Not at all. I just wondered. Lately you do that quite often.”
“Hm. I think I have developed a new attitude towards my body,” she explained. “I mean I am an attractive woman. Why I should hide?”
“That’s what I always tried to tell you.”
Sam rose the paper again. “Some things need time.”
I felt like a coward. My wife was cheating on me and I was not able to address it. I sighed inwardly. Probably I feared she would confirm my fears that I was sexually not enough for her. Or not adequate at all?
Suddenly she lowered the newspaper again and looked at me.
“What’s on your mind?”
Pictures of her on a sunlounger flashed through my mind. Pictures of how she enjoyed getting attention from George’s dick and Shirley’s fingers. Pictures of her open mouth, hungry and invitingly opened.

My hardening cock filled my shorts. Samantha’s look rested on the bulge between my legs. “Now I know what’s really on your mind,” she chuckled. She put away the paper. “Come,” she just said. I went over to her and as soon as I was within her reach, she grabbed for my hard manhood to feel it. “What a nice present,” she commented. “You sure now what happens with presents?”
“No?” I murmured really a bit unsure. I didn’t know me this way.
“Well, they get unpacked.” She then grabbed in my fly and pushed my dick out.
“Come closer,” she said firmly. I swallowed hard. Sam bent forwards and took my dick into her mouth. I felt like an electric shock was running through my body. Slowly she closed her eyes and started licking my bell-end. Before my inner eye I saw George’s dick in her mouth and how she had enjoyed him. Again I felt this dizziness. One part of me was angry that she was cheating on my and it made my even more angry that I was too afraid to confront her with what I knew. Another party of me got turned on enormously by the idea that I was not the only one, whom she enjoyed. I started to move my hips slowly. I had never done that before, seriously fucking her mouth. She moaned, but suddenly withdrew and looked up.
“Sorry, I just need you to fuck me right now, please,” she said.
“Sorry?” I said, my voice raspy, my knees a little weak.
Sam stood up, turned around, and started to massage my cock with her buttocks, still with her slip on. I pulled the slip aside and placed the tip of my cock between her buttocks.
“C’mon, please…” she moaned.
“Which hole?” I really felt a bit helpless right now.
She chuckled. “As you like it.”
I opened her labia, which were deliciously slippery with my fingers and penetrated her. She grabbed the backrest of the couch.
“Yes, that’s right,” she exclaimed.
I began pounding her with long, slow strokes.
“Harder, please,” she moaned.
Maybe this was just a dream. Sam had never let herself go this way. Never before she was so active and demanding when it came to sex. It sure had to do with the Smiths. Probably I should be thankful that they seemingly had increased my wife’s sexual appetite. I did as she pleased and pushed into her as hard as I could without knocking her off of her feet.
“Hm…alright,” she moaned. “Just what I need.”
This was too much. I came with some hard thrusts, which was not unnoticed by Sam..
“C’mon, just a few more,” she murmured. I did so and suddenly she climaxed herself, silently, with a very low and deep “Mmm” as she always did. I pulled out and she turned around. With her right hand she grabbed for her now very sticky pussy and smiled. “Nice.”

Said this she left in direction of the bathroom. I slipped onto the couch, paying no attention to my droopy dick, covered with love juice of both of us.
Still I had no clue what exactly was going on. I was not able to talk to her; instead she had just fucked me real good. I closed my eyes. Again I saw Sam with Shirley and George enjoying themselves on a sunlounger.
“The Smiths have invited us over for this afternoon.” Samantha’s voice brought me back into reality. And what a reality it was.