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Chapter 7: Samantha

“I want to fuck Samantha.”

My wife Anya and I were discussing our fantasies. Well, she was listening to my fantasies, mostly. Converting our marriage into an open marriage really saved it. After several years of boring sex, things were getting exciting again. I would bang one of her friends, and then come home and tell her all about it. She gets turned on by it and we end up having sex. Pretty neat arrangement, and a clear win-win.

After Bianca, Dorian, and Nicole, I  started creating a list of girls, all of them Anya’s friends, whom I wanted to bang. And on top of that list was Samantha. Samantha was our mutual friend from school. At 5-7 and a curvy body, she was a stunner back in school. And the best part was, she was as horny as she was good looking. All of us boys wanted to fuck her, and many of us got the chance too. But not me. I was already in a relationship then. And Samantha was forbidden fruit.

But that didn’t mean nothing happened. Samantha knew I wanted to bang her. And eventhough we never fucked, she at all times gave me chances to feel her up, grind, or even dry hump her. And I used to make sure I grab every one of those chances. And it was not like Anya never knew about it. Anya knew i wanted to fuck her. But Anya back in school was not as open-minded as Anya now.

Back to the present day, Anya and I were sitting in our living room after the Sunday lunch. I had told Anya about the “list”, and she was curious who all were in it. I refused to show her the list, but promised I would tell her a couple of names from it.

“I expected that name,” Anya had replied when I said Samantha. “But forget about threesome with her and me.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I don’t like her very much,” she said. “Besides, I don’t think I would get any attention from either of you if we tried it.”

I laughed.

“I am serious,” she said. “You both were feeling each other up in college every chance you got. I myself have seen your hands on her ass at least half a dozen times.”

“Have you seen her new photos?” I asked. “She does not look that great anymore.” I had to say it. I was getting worried Anya was getting a bit jealous. That was the last thing I wanted.

“But you still want to fuck her,” she said, with a hint of a smile.

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Several weeks went by without much of a discussion about this. And then one day, I received one text from Samantha:

“Are you guys home the coming weekend? I have a job interview in the city next Monday, and I need a place to crash for Sunday night.”

I replied: “Sure, but we only have the pull-out couch. Would that be fine for you?”

She replied: “Works perfectly!”

On Sunday, Samantha had come by around dinner time. We had ordered food and afterwards opened a bottle of port. Around 11, Samantha said she was getting tired and had to go to sleep to be fresh for the next day’s interview. She was quite drunk, and so was I. Anya had hardly touched her first glass of port wine, while Samantha and I had finished the bottle. I set the couch for her, gave her clean blankets and pillows, and said goodnight.

At 12, I was still wide awake, lying on the bed. Anya had fallen asleep. But I couldn’t. The girl I at all times wanted to fuck was lying on the couch, outside in our living room. I decided that it wouldn’t harm anyone if I just went to the living room and grabbed a chocolate bar from the fridge. I tiptoed myself to the living room, opened the fridge, and took out a Snickers bar.

‘Should I go and check on Samantha real quick?’ I wondered. I decided that that was harmless as well, and went to the couch. Samantha was lying on the couch, the blanket was almost off her body. She was only wearing  bra and panties. She had definitely gained some weight in the last 7 years, but the extra weight clearly went to the right parts. She still had an incredible ass, and her boobs were just the right size. She had some tummy and had developed a bit of love handles. But her face was still as cute as it ever was.

And then she opened her eyes, and looked straight into my eyes.

“Finally,” she said. “I was wondering when you would come.”

She got up, pulled my hand dragging me to the couch, and got on top of me.

<TO BE CONTINUED>

NSFW: yes

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