Samantha Finds Her Peace Ch. 03

T drove back to work, his mind in post sexual glow. He got hit on by women all the time, but something was different about this one. She had an energy he really liked. Her personality was kinda goofy which he found disarming. Lot of chicks played the slut with him; "fuck me daddy" or "give me that BBC". But the way she had playfully grabbed him, shaking her head when he said he had to get going was so charming. He felt like he could see the little girl in her. He was all smiles when he walked into the bank. The receptionist smiled and waved, secretly thinking lewd thoughts behind her smile. T got to his desk and logged in. A few minutes later, his supervisor passed by.

"So how was the private consultation?" all business.

"Good, we may have a new client soon," he reported.

"Good good good."

T thought about texting his friends, but dismissed it. He was still glowing, when he thought about something. He looked at his pad of paper, where he had all his notes. He flipped through and found what he was looking for. When she came in, he wrote down her account number, along with the date and time. He punched it in, and tapped enter. Her account popped up, and he started looking at the details. Her address he copied & pasted into a map search. He noted it was a nice part of town. He looked through some more and noted there was a linked account. He followed it, and saw it was her husband's account.

A husband.

Okay, he thought, what's the story? Aside from her cheating on her husband, was she one of those bored housewives? Was the relationship falling apart and this was the beginning of the end? Or, was it weirder? Was he one of those husbands who liked to watch his wife get fucked by another man? She had made no mention of her husband, so he thought that was unlikely. But for all he knew, they were swingers and she was on a fishing expedition. He didn't know what to make of it, but he thought he wanted to get a better idea of what he was getting into before they met up again.

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Maggie heard Sam's car pull into her driveway. She was on pins and needles to find out how it went. Sure enough, Sam was walking up her steps. She opened the door, to say Samantha was glowing was an understatement. Sam started doing a little dance as Maggie closed the door behind her. Maggie started bouncing up and down in happy support of her friend.

"It was that good?' Maggie tittered.

"It was better than good, it was better than great...It. Was. AMAZING!!!" Sam squealed.

She began gushing all the gory details as they went to the kitchen for some tea. Maggie was rapt with attention, shooting in a question or two from time to time. Both were smiling wide smiles and making lewd comments back and forth.

"So, when are you seeing him again? Maggie asked after Sam finished.

"I don't know. But I did tell him I wanted to see him again" Sam was blushing. "He definitely liked the idea".

"Oh good for you. I'm so happy for you." Maggie said over sipping her tea.

Maggie started telling her about Roger and her 'escaping' Saturday morning for an extended visit. Sam's eyebrows arched up in a questioning manner.

"He's actually going to skip Golf? Sam blew a raspberry. "Well, it sounds like you two are hitting the right buttons." They both laughed.

"I guess this is what having an open relationship is like," Samantha bemused. "I wish I had thought of this sooner."

"Me too" chimed in Maggie.

They both started laughing uproariously.

Sam walked into her house after talking with Maggie. She thought about what to make for dinner, when her phone buzzed. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw it was from T.

"Thank you for your time today. I hope our next coffee chat is as deep and involved as today's." he politely texted.

Thoughts of her curvaceous body running through his mind. The way she had squirted was like manna from heaven for him. Other girls had squirted, but Samantha had gushed like a water fall. His phone buzzed.

"Do you have an opening this Saturday morning? I think we could go deeper into the details." She mimicked him.

"I will pencil you in," he tapped, smiling widely.

The following Saturday, Sam and Roger dropped off Maxine at a soccer tournament. Roger asked what plans she had. Sam held his hands, and gave him a knowing smile. "Same as yours."

Roger pulled into the garage, and was about to walk to Maggie's house, when Sam kissed him deeply and said. "Have a great time with Maggie!" Roger squeezed her ass and replied "You do the same...with whomever you found." They kissed again like children caught being naughty.

When Samantha arrived, she spied T talking to a friend in front of the Barbershop. She walked over and stood back a little as they finished their conversation. T smiled at her and she was reminded of that childlike sweetness in his smile.

"Alright, I'll catch up with you later Bobby."

He put out his arm like a gentleman, and she placed her hand in the nook of his elbow as he walked her upstairs. They walked directly to the back bedroom, and T started manhandling her clothes off her as soon as she crossed the threshold. Her hands frantically pulled at his belt, and was undoing his pants. Once they stood nude before each other, T picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. Samantha laughed loudly, with a shocked smile on her face.

"Oh! It's going to be like that! Come take me big daddy!" her face had the excitement you would expect to see on a teenage girl finding out her parents bought her a new car.

T couldn't help but feel touched by her combination of innocence and lusty abandon.

"Oh, it's like that. But I have to clear the air first." he said as his hands ran over her body, feeling her large tits. "You're married," he said flatly.

"Yes, but that's not a problem," she said. Taking his other hand and shoving between her legs. "My husband and I have an understanding. In fact, he's next door right now fucking my neighbor." she smiled.

T was reasonably surprised by this. He expected her to deny she was having an affair or that they were planning on or currently in a divorce. "So he's okay with you fucking other men?"

"He's turning a blind eye since he's doing the same."

"Then were good?"

"We're about to be great" she coaxed him with a devilish smile. "Let me suck your cock T"

She got up on her knees, while T climbed into bed. His manly root stood stiff, challenging her to take it all. Samantha was beyond excited and turned on. Samantha loved her body but was well aware she was on the heavy side of healthy. She had heard phrases like 'big beautiful women' but she just thought of herself as a beautiful woman, period. When T had tossed her into bed, like a doll, she felt her pussy immediately get wet. If he could toss her like a rag doll, how well could he fuck her brains out.

All of this crossed her mind as her lips sank down onto his shaft. T was on his knees, leaning back making a triangle with his body. She was on all fours, taking his thickness into her mouth. She moaned with both the anticipation and the fullness of his member. It took a bit, but she was able to take more and more of him deeper into her mouth. She loved how big he was, partly afraid she might gag. But she continued taking him slightly deeper every time. His musky aroma excited her even more. Her pussy was jealousy dripping and crying out for a deep dicking though.

"Okay, give me that dick of yours. Fuck me hard T, I want it hard," she begged.

T picked her up, she instantly opened her legs wide as he set her down on his crotch. Her right hand reached behind her back and guided his pole into her parting pussy lips. She forgot how big he was, her pussy protested feeling some trepidation. But she just shoved herself down on him, and orgasmed as he entered her.

"Oh shit, more" she gasped.

True to her prediction, T lifted and lowered her body onto his meat popsicle. T was still leaning back on his knees and her legs were now planted behind him creating a chair stance for her. He started to piston her up and down on his monster. She braced herself by placing her arms around his strong capable shoulders. They fucked each other with increasing intensity. Like before, T was letting this cat in heat get herself off on his kingly cock. Samantha was moaning and groaning as his strong hands rammed her up and down on his big stick. She was cumming and she continued to ride him. Her orgasm coming and going, micro shudders running up her legs. Her pussy was twitching although she didn't know it. Once again, sweat was running down their bodies. His right hand was wiping her squirting juices from her body, then he placed a finger on her asshole as she continued riding him. The finger pressed against her other hole as she kept moaning lustfully. She didn't seem to mind so, he placed two fingers and was more aggressive in his stimulation of her pink starfish. She moaned even louder, so he pushed in both fingers.

She arched her back away from him temporarily, "Y E S!" she screamed.

She was bucking him like a bronco, and the more he shoved his fingers deeper into her ass the more intense she pushed back. He was up to his second knuckles and pushed as far as his two fingers would reach. Samantha was lost in her sexual epiphany and he was taking her places her body had never experienced.

"Y E S, Y E S Y E S Y E S YESYESYES!!! She was screaming

She exploded on him, her body racked by spasms as if she was having a seizure. He laid her down and her body continued shaking uncontrollably. Her face a mask of exquisite ecstasy, eyes glazed over as if she had taken a powerful narcotic. Her fingers were at her lips, her face turned to her side, seeing something far far away. T was kissing her body, licking nipples and wondered if she even knew he was there.

"Are you okay?' he asked.

"Mmmmm, I'm better than okay" she answered but her eyes were still far away.

"Have you ever had a threesome?" He continued kissing her body.

"Yes, twice." She was smiling. Her eyes were returning.

"Want one now?"

"Yes, just as long as you keep fucking me." she smiled.

T reached for his cell phone and texted his friend. Bobby, downstairs in the barbershop, checked his phone. It read; "She's down." He got up, ending his conversation saying he had to help a friend. He walked briskly upstairs and used his key to unlock the door to the Pad. He walked to the back, removing his shirt as he did. He opened the door to the bedroom on the right, and saw Samantha spread wide open, her legs inviting him in. T was kneeling by her face, her lips making love to his cock. Bobby didn't hesitate, dropping his pants and climbing onto the bed. She was dripping wet, and the sight he saw walking in had him hard as a rock by the time he placed his tip on her waiting lips. He shoved his heavy loaded dick into her without mercy. Ordinarily, Sam would have screamed in pain, but after being opened up by T, Bobby's dick found a gaped pussy ready for sizable meat. Her left hand grabbed his round ass and pulled him in as he started thrusting into her with long powerful pushes. Her face was still turned, savoring T's monster in her mouth, moaning as Bobby pounded her pussy.

"More" she said, taking a breath from sucking cock. Her lips returned to sucking T, she closed her eyes to better savor the moment.

Bobby pushed her knees back to her chest, opening her even more. He relentlessly attacked her watery vagina. T was watching her suck his meat, and would look at Bobby having his way with her. His dick got bigger just thinking about it. He had never had a threesome, although he had often fantasized about it. He had been more than a little surprised when she readily admitted she had been in a threesome, twice. He had an idea.

"Bobby, don't cum in her. When you start getting close, fetch a glass from the kitchen."

"You got it, T." as he kept ramming his dick into one of the best pussies he ever had. He still had a ways to go before he came. Like T, Bobby had a stamina that let me go for long spells of intense sex before cumming.

Samantha was in heaven, she was able to suck T the way she wanted to their first time, but was being fucked by an equally big monster cock at the same time. Her body had already orgasmed several times, and she continued to feel little earthquake as she sucked and was fucked. Bobby eventually got to the point when he pulled out, and ran down the hallway. He returned with a beer glass and set it on the nightstand next to the bed. He entered Samantha roughly, slamming his dick in like it never should have left. He started hammering her pussy, a little sad he would not be able to cum inside her and fill her with his cream. T knew when Bobby left it was nearly time to wrap it up. When Bobby shoved into her, T shifted so he could face fuck Samantha. He was amazed at how much punishment she could take. T was shoving his mean motherfucking cock into her mouth as much as Bobby was rearranging her guts. Bobby lifted off of her and blew his wad into the beer class. Several times, his tube steak spat out gobs of shiny white sticky cum. Then T was taking the glass as his meat dumped load after load of thick white goo into it.

They were panting, breathing hard, smiling at each other. They gave each other a fist bump.

"DP?" Bobby asked T.

T bent down and started kissing Samantha. He played with her sloppy wet pussy. "Do you want more, or are you done?" he gently whispered into her ear.

"Let me catch my breath, and get some water," she said. "Then we can try again."

T gave Bobby a thumbs up. "Let's give her a break, then round 2!"

They all walked down to the kitchen area. T looked in the fridge and found a jug of Gatorade. He poured three glasses, and they toasted, then they took much needed drinks. Bobby couldn't stop staring at Samantha. She noticed and struck a sexy pose. Bobby smiled and nodded.

"In a minute, we'll be giving you more sexy momma," he blew her a kiss.

"I can't wait!" She teased them both.

After a decent pause, T came up behind Samantha and started massaging her tits from behind. She leaned into him feeling her body yield to him, she couldn't control herself around him. Bobby approached and reached for her pussy.

"Gentle," she cautioned "she's still a little sore!" After a few moments of getting Sam excited, her vessel started dripping with juice again.

"I think her box is ready again," said Bobby.

T picked up like before, her legs wrapped around his waist, his gigantic phallus pointed straight out. It excited her that she could feel his pulsing monster against her bottom.

Bobby followed as T carried her to the bedroom. T walked with her kissing him madly, loving how he could pick her up like a doll. He crawled onto the bed, never releasing her. He flipped so he was laying down, but then inched down towards the edge of the bed. When he felt he was in a good spot, he lifted her hips. She took his cue, and reached down and placed his mammoth peni at her opening. She let the tip push into her, then slowly started taking more. Once she had him inside, she started to bounce up and down on him. Bobby got some lube from the bathroom, and placed a dollop of it on his middle and ring finger. He started playing with her bottom, to which she moaned.

"Oh," she groaned, "that feels good."

She was enjoying it, so Bobby started pushing his fingers in making her groan even more. T was getting a face full of her swollen breasts, he cupped them, kissing and licking her nipples. Her pussy was flowing with juices, her body excited and opening to the experience with every thrust. Bobby finger's were in deep, to the knuckles, he pushed his fingers towards her back, then he reversed the angle of his fingers so he could push towards T's pulsing cock.

"Oh My GAWD!!! M O R E!" she screamed.

With that signal Bobby pumped some lube onto his staff; it was throbbing in anticipation. He placed the tip against her button, and pushed. T and Samantha paused as Bobby slowly made his way in. Samantha hands bit down into T's chest, her nails cutting into his formidable chest.

"H O L Y F U C K!" she cried.

"Do you want to stop?" asked T, concerned for her.

Just hearing his voice and concern greatly helped her. She didn't respond, but she could feel her legs shaking. She pushed back into both of them, gently. Then a little more. Then they started slowly pumping her. Samantha was breathing hard, but couldn't stop herself. The pleasure/pain principle was captivating her. Bobby started pushing deeper into her, as did T. Samantha was running with sweat, some of it dripping on T's face. He started kissing and biting her nipples again, sending jolts of pure pleasure down her spine. Bobby and T were now fully in her. Bobby was in a better position, so he grabbed her hips and started pounding her. Her lower body was caught between a hammer and anvil of sexual pressure. The intensity ratcheted up, and Sam was voicing her pleasure.

"Y E A H F U C K T H A T P U S S Y" she was screaming.

"H I T. T H A T. A S S.!!!" she called out.

T quickly realized how close they were.

"Save your spunk Bobby!" he called out.

Bobby hammered her few more times before pulling out, and again depositing his cream into the beer glass. T pushed her down on him several more times before pulling out and reaching for the glass.

Samantha laid there, her body racked by spasms, barely aware they were filling a glass with their seed. Her first immediate thought, beside when she could fuck T again, was when she could be banged by two men again. The three of them were breathing hard, their lungs thirsty for oxygen. Bobby, done and spent, started dressing. He fist bumped T.

"You need me, you know where to find me".

Samatha lifted off of T, and gave Bobby a kiss. "As long as T is okay with it, I'm okay with it!" her angelic smile made him very happy.

"Samantha, we have a gift for you" T remarked, handing her a glass with four loads of semen.

Samantha looked at it, her eyes growing in understanding. Bobby stayed a little longer to see if she would drink it. Samantha took the glass, but quickly got a mouth full of tongue from T, before bringing it to her lips.

"Bottom's up" she smiled.

She wasn't sure, but was willing to try. The first of the cum reached her lips and tongue, and took a gulp. It felt warm, and slightly sweet and salty at the same time. She took another swallow, then the next. She took a breath and continued swallowing the sperm of two virile young black men. She tapped the bottom of the glass to get the stray jizzum from the bottom. Eventually, she used her finger to scoop out the last of it.

"Ah" she proclaimed. She left her mouth open so both of them could see she took it all.

"Not to rush things," she played coy, "but when are we meeting again?"