Our home sits at the heart of a small hamlet, a cherished relic of the past. Once the grand Squire’s Hall, it was built in the 15th century. Over the years, it’s been shaped by generations, now standing as a charming presence surrounded by the rolling vineyards of the South of England, a haven for wine-making.
Recently, a couple in their mid-thirties moved into the old forge at the edge of the hamlet. She was a former beauty consultant, and he, an ex-member of the armed forces. While our community is close-knit, we’ve always respected one another’s privacy. We know enough to exchange warm hellos but never pry into lives beyond what’s shared.
My wife, Ashley, and Samantha, as she introduced herself, met at the general store one day and seemed to hit it off right away. I gather they often had coffee and chats some mornings. So, each evening after they had met, I got the full rundown of Ashley and Sam’s as she became known, who she’d seen, where she’d been, and any little bits of hamlet gossip. Anyway, one evening, she smiled and said, “Oh, by the way, I’ve invited her and her husband, David, to join us for nibbles and drinks this Saturday evening.”
“Anyone else coming?” I asked casually.
“None,” she replied, skipping off to the kitchen.
Her remark didn’t strike me as unusual. Ashley was always inviting people over on a whim. With the cleaner due the next day, there wasn’t much to prepare, apart from ensuring we were stocked with enough drinks for Saturday night.
Saturday evening arrived, and I directed David to park in the barn with our cars. He stepped out of the car dressed casually in a crisp shirt and jeans, relaxed but with a quiet confidence. Sam followed, her presence impossible to miss. She wore a white, clingy short dress that highlighted her figure, the faint hint of stockings and suspenders adding a provocative allure to her otherwise casual style.
After a few awkward moments between David and me, the girls, already well-acquainted, slipped effortlessly into conversation. With their lively chatter filling the air, we all made our way into the sitting room.
Once inside, the warm glow of room welcomed us, and the scent of freshly baked bread mingled with the faint tang of wood smoke from the hearth. We settled in, drinks in hand, and while the girls carried on as if they’d known each other for years, David and I took a bit longer to find common ground.
The four of us sat comfortably in the sitting room, glasses in hand, the conversation light and pleasant. Samantha complimented the cosy feel of the space, her eyes drifting to the wooden beams overhead.
“This place is stunning,” she said. “It must have so much history.”
“Oh, it does,” Ashley replied with a smile. “We still discover things about it, even now. The other week, we found an old well tucked away in the kitchen, and what might have been a priest hole at the back.”
David chuckled. “Living in the old forge, we’ve got our share of quirks. Half the plumbing belongs in a museum. It’s been a challenge, but we’re making it work.”
“It’s part of the charm,” I said. “Modern houses don’t have that sense of character.”
Sam leaned forward slightly. “Still, it must be nice to share the load. Keeping a place like this running must take teamwork.”
Ashley grinned. “Oh, it does. It helps that we both bring different strengths to the table. I handle the decor and the garden, and he…” she trailed off teasingly, glancing at me.
“Handles the heavy lifting and fixing things,” I finished, earning a laugh from everyone.
David swirled his drink thoughtfully. “It’s interesting, though, isn’t it? How different couples balance things. Sam and I always say that switching up roles every now and then keeps things fresh.”
“Absolutely,” Sam said, her tone light but pointed as she glanced briefly at Ashley. “Sometimes, you’ve got to shake things up a bit. Break the mould.”
Ashley’s smile tightened as she glanced at me, taking a sip of her drink. “Interesting. Maybe. It just depends on…”
There was a pause before David spoke again, a faint smirk on his face. “Speaking of shaking things up… Have you two ever thought about doing something a bit… unconventional?”
The air seemed to shift, curiosity flickering in Ashley’s eyes as she glanced at me, then back at them. “Unconventional? Like what?”
I raised an eyebrow, my tone light but curious. “Depends on what?”
Ashley’s eyes flicked to Samantha for a fraction of a second before she recovered. “Oh, you know, timing, mood, that sort of thing.”
David leaned back in his chair, swirling his drink with a thoughtful smirk before speaking. “You know,” he began, “this reminds me of a night Sam and I had a while back. One of those ‘spur-of-the-moment’ things.”
Samantha’s lips curved into a sly smile, but she stayed quiet, letting David take the lead. Ashley shifted slightly in her seat, while I sipped my drink, sensing something unusual in the air.
“It started innocently enough,” David continued. “We were at a friend’s house, another couple we knew fairly well. Nothing out of the ordinary. Drinks, music, good conversation. But then… well, the wine kept flowing, and the mood just shifted.”
He paused, letting the suspense hang. Samantha tilted her head, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Ashley exchanged a quick glance at me, clearly intrigued but unsure where this was going.
“Next thing we know,” David said, keeping his tone light, “we were all just… letting loose. Honestly, I can’t even remember how it started—a silly dare or something. But before we knew it, clothes were coming off, and, well… things got a bit out of hand.”
Ashley blinked, her cheeks reddening slightly, while Sam laughed softly, as if reliving the memory. “It wasn’t planned or anything,” She chimed in, her voice smooth and relaxed. “But sometimes, in the right setting, with the right people… you just go with the flow.
Samantha leaned forward, her gaze locking on Ashley. “It’s freeing, really. No judgment, no expectations, just… fun. You’d be surprised how natural it feels when you’re in the moment.”
I held up my hands, trying to sound light but firm. “I get it, but I think we’re probably a bit more old-school. You know, more… private.”
Before I could continue, Ashley placed a hand on my arm, her voice soft but steady. “Actually…” Ashley said, glancing between me and the others now that we are talking about this. “This isn’t the first time I’ve thought about it.”
Samantha looked directly at me, then at Ashley. “What do you think?” she asked. Ashley, in turn, rested her head against my shoulder, the room seemed to hold its breath for a moment. Ashley looked at me, her lips parted slightly as if to say something, but she hesitated. I raised an eyebrow, unsure whether to laugh, dismiss the story, or say something else entirely. silence stretching as no one said a word.
When Two Wives Meet – Ashley’s words
I sat there, my heart beating so loudly that I was certain everyone in the room could hear it. Peter looked a little dazed, his usual composure shaken by the sudden shift in the conversation. I glanced over at Samantha, who was grinning, her lips curved with a mix of amusement and something deeper, something knowing. She caught my eye and gave a subtle raise of her glass, as if to say, Your move.
My fingers tightened around the stem of my glass, the coolness of the drink grounding me just enough to stay in the moment. I wasn’t sure if it was the wine, or the way Samantha’s gaze seemed to pull secrets from me I hadn’t even acknowledged, but I felt exposed. Excited.
“What do you think?” Samantha’s voice cut through the silence.
David got up from the sofa and started over towards me.
“Phew,” I sharply exhaled, drawing in a shaky breath as reality began to sink in. This is really happening, I thought, my heart pounding in my chest. David reached out, his touch firm yet careful, and helped me up from the sofa. My legs felt unsteady, though I couldn’t decide if it was the wine, the moment, or something deeper
I hesitated for the briefest of moments, casting a fleeting glance back at Peter. His eyes remained fixed elsewhere, deliberately avoiding my departure. It sent a strange mix of emotions through me: uncertainty, guilt, and… something else, a damp feeling beginning to well up between my thighs. I quickly turned away, not wanting to linger too long on the thought.
David led me through the dimly lit hallway, his hand lightly brushing against mine, guiding me with quiet assurance. We made our way toward the back of the house, where the servants’ quarters had been long ago. The air felt cooler here, quieter, the thick walls muting the sounds of conversation from the sitting room.
“I can see why you love this place,” David said softly as we walked. His voice carried a calm, measured tone that only heightened my awareness of the moment. I swallowed hard, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “Yes,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s quiet back here. Peaceful…”
As we reached the old servants’ quarters, David’s hand pushed open the doorway before stepping aside to let me enter first. “You were right about it being peaceful,” David said, his voice low. He stepped closer, his presence commanding yet unthreatening. “It’s like stepping into another world back here.” I nodded, my hands did not know what to do. My thoughts raced, unsure of where this was going, but undeniably aware of the sexual tension humming in the air between us.
David quietly closed the door behind him, the soft click of the latch sending a ripple through my chest. “Privacy,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. The word hung in the air, settling over the room like a gentle weight.
I moved toward the corner of the bed and sat down, I became acutely aware of how small I felt next to him. “Nervous?” he asked, sitting a little behind me, tilting his head slightly, his tone warm yet perceptive, as if he could read the jumble of emotions swirling inside me.
I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze, my eyes drifting to the floor as though the answers I sought were hidden in the worn wooden boards. I felt like a shy schoolgirl again, caught in a moment I didn’t fully understand but couldn’t resist being part of.
David’s arm came around me, It’s just us, Ashley.” His words carried a quiet confidence, and for a moment, I allowed myself to breathe. The lingering aroma of aged wood created an intimacy I couldn’t ignore. I felt his presence, steady, patient, waiting for me to find my footing.
Suddenly, our lips met with a passionate kiss. He was firm yet tender, I felt something I hadn’t realised I’d been missing. A fire. A hunger. A need that had lain dormant, now awakened with a force I could no longer resist.
Without thinking, I threw my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer as if proximity alone could satisfy my aching desire building inside me. His hands found my waist, steadying me, supporting me, as our kisses deepened. Each movement was urgent yet unhurried, a rhythm we found together, as though we’d done this a thousand times before. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was more. It was raw, unfiltered passion, as though we were already locked in the most intimate of acts.
David pulled his shirt off, his movements deliberate, his gaze never leaving mine. The way he watched me, intense and focused, sent a thrill through me that mingled with my nerves. My breath hitched as I reached for the hem of my top, hesitating for a moment before slipping it over my head.
He didn’t say a word, but the way his eyes roamed over me, taking in every detail, made me feel more exposed than I already was. Emboldened by his silence, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt and slid it down, letting it fall to the floor in a soft whisper of fabric.
I stood before him, my bare skin prickling under his gaze. Only my bra and panties remained, and I couldn’t help but feel both vulnerable and exhilarated. His eyes softened, a small, reassuring smile as he reached for me.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, the words sending a warmth through me that settled deep in my chest.
I swallowed hard, my hands instinctively moving to cover myself, but he gently caught them, holding them at my sides. “Don’t,” he said softly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “Let me see you.”
His touch was firm yet tender, and as his fingers brushed my skin, I felt my nervousness give way to something else: trust. Slowly, I let my arms drop, standing fully before him, feeling the weight of the moment between us.
David pulled me toward him, his strong hands steadying me as I let my fingers rest on his shoulders. His touch was electrifying, every movement deliberate, every gesture carrying an unspoken desire. He dropped onto one knee slowly, his lips trailing a heated path of kisses along my skin until they found my most private of places.
“Hmm,” he murmured, the sound low and deep, as though savouring the moment. His breath lingered, taking in the damp aroma of my panties, sending shivers cascading through me. Before I could catch my breath, his fingers slipped inside my panties, hooking the fabric, and sliding them down my legs with ease.
I gasped sharply as his mouth covered my swollen pussy, his warm, eager lips exploring me in ways that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. His tiny flicks on my eager clitoris were like an electric shock to the pit of my stomach.
My knees buckled slightly, but his strong grip steadied me. Each movement of his tongue was deliberate and unrelenting, and I felt my inhibitions dissolve with every flick and caress.
After what seemed like hours, David dropped back onto the bed, his body relaxed yet charged with anticipation. I reached for his trousers, sliding them off with deliberate care. He was already semi-hard, his arousal evident as I let my eyes linger for a moment, taking him in. This was a strange man I was looking at; a warm flush spread through me, both from the sight of him and the thought of things to come. Tying back my hair, I leaned down toward him, letting my lips brush against his length before taking him fully into my wet, eager mouth. The warmth of him filled me, and the taste was intoxicating, a mix of raw masculinity and desire. I let my tongue explore him, tracing every ridge and curve as I moved slowly, savouring the moment.
I sensed his breathing quicken, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with my movements. His fingers slid into my hair, gently guiding me, his touch firm but never demanding. The low, throaty groan that escaped his lips sent a thrill through me, igniting a deeper sense of boldness within.
Deliberately, I took the swollen head fully into my mouth, letting my tongue tease the sensitive ridge before I lightly grazed my teeth around him. The response was immediate, David’s body tensed, and a guttural moan of pure delight spilled from his lips. His hips instinctively bucked toward me, his pleasure palpable and electric, spurring me to explore him further, enjoying every moment of his rapture.
I withdrew his cock, the warmth of it lingering against my lips, but before I could think, David’s hand was in my hair, pulling me upward with a firm yet gentle grip. I had no choice but to follow, my body responding instinctively to his command. Our mouths met in a fiery kiss, legs entwined as his hardness pressed against me, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. The way he moved, so deliberate, so sure, left no doubt about his intentions, and I couldn’t help but surrender to the moment.
With a fluid motion, he spun us around, guiding me onto my back with an effortless grace. For a fleeting second, a thought pierced through the haze of desire: This is it. I’m about to be unfaithful. But before the thought could take root, he spread my legs, his strong hands steady and certain as he positioned himself above me.
David hovered just out of reach, his breath warm against my skin, teasing me with his presence. With a free hand, he guided the beautiful head I’d been enjoying earlier, rubbing it gently against the wetness of my pussy. The sensation was electric, a tantalising mix of anticipation and need, as he worked slowly, deliberately, teasing me until my body ached for him.
With an easy, gentle push, he pressed against me, my body opening for him in a way that felt both natural and inevitable. The initial stretch gave way to a delicious fullness as he began to enter, the heat of him filling me in a way that left me gasping, every nerve alight with sensation.
I instantly craved more, my body acting on pure instinct as I bucked my hips up to meet him. I wasn’t going to be denied, not now, not when every fibre of my being demanded him. My breath came in shallow gasps as I managed to raise my head, just in time to watch him press back into me, his movements slow and deliberate, sending electric pulses coursing through my body.
The sensation was overwhelming, like nothing I had ever felt before. Every muscle in my body relaxed, surrendering completely to the moment, even as my skin burned with the forbidden thrill of it all. Each thrust, each deliberate movement, ignited a fire deep within me, erasing every lingering doubt or hesitation.
David’s hands gripped my hands firmly, guiding me as he found a rhythm that made my head fall back against the bed. My body responded to him with a fervour I hadn’t realised I possessed, every nerve ending alive, every sensation amplified. I was utterly lost in the moment, in him, in the sheer intensity of the moment between us.
What felt like an eternity passed as David’s movements grew more deliberate, his body tensing with each thrust. My own muscles began to react instinctively, tightening around him, a cascade of juices building within me. The tingling warmth spread, growing stronger, more insistent, until I could feel it cresting like a wave just beneath the surface.
I gasped, clutching at his shoulders, as the unmistakable swelling of pleasure consumed me, signalling the onset of my orgasm. Every nerve in my body seemed to light up at once, the tension unravelling into pure bliss as I surrendered to the moment. David’s deep, throaty groan reverberated through me, only intensifying the euphoria coursing through my veins I let out a scream, raw and unrestrained, not caring who might hear. The release was all-consuming, shattering any lingering thoughts or inhibitions. David grunted in response, his body taut beneath my touch as my nails dug into his back, leaving faint trails of passion across his skin.
We both tensed, our bodies locked together in a moment that seemed to stretch on forever. Every pulse, every sensation was heightened, shared between us as though time had come to a standstill. My breath caught in my throat, his deep groans blending with the sound of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
And then, as the intensity began to ebb, the tension gave way to a blissful stillness. I felt his weight shift, his body relaxing against mine, and I let out a shaky breath, my own body trembling in the aftermath of what we had just shared.
David stayed, hovering just above me, his body still close, his warmth enveloping me. His fingers moved gently, stroking my hair and tracing the curve of my cheek. The enigmatic smile on his lips spoke volumes, conveying unspoken words of affection and connection. His gaze held mine, deep and unwavering, as though he could see straight into my soul.
I felt him still inside me, his hardness slowly softening, yet somehow, it brought a new wave of sensation. As he shrank, the subtle movements sent gentle ripples of pleasure through me, his cock slipping out between my pussy lips, leaving me with a lingering sense of intimacy and fulfilment.
The room was silent except for the sound of our breaths mingling, and for a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just us, our bodies still joined, our hearts still pounding, enjoying the raw, unfiltered connection we had created.
We made love again a couple more times that night, drifting into a blissful sleep at some point. It was light when I felt a finger exploring inside me. A strong arm around my shoulders, gently rubbing a hardening nipple. His warm breath on my neck was enough to send me over the edge. I was still shaking when David mounted me one more time. His cock seemingly harder than ever, sinking deep into me. His hip movement powerful and penetrating. I may have been a little shy last night but that has all changed now.
When Two Wives Meet – My story
I watched Ashley Walk hesitantly with David toward the servants’ quarters, her steps slow, almost tentative. My mind churned, torn between disbelief and a strange, unspoken acceptance of what was unfolding. That part of the house had always held a quiet charm for both of us, a refuge from the grandness of our palatial bedroom upstairs. We would sometimes retreat there together, seeking simplicity in its cosy intimacy. Tonight, though, it felt different, almost foreign, as Ashley disappeared into its shadows with him.
Samantha’s presence drew me back to the moment. She sat quietly on the sofa, her posture relaxed but her eyes studying me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. The faint clink of ice echoed in the stillness as she swirled the remains of her drink in the glass, the soft amber liquid catching the light. Her lips curved into a slight smile, not mocking, not judging, just… knowing.
I glanced away, unsure of what to say or do, the silence between us growing heavier with each passing second. “Why don’t you come and sit over here?” Samantha said softly, her voice carrying a calm assurance that made it impossible to refuse.
I got up and moved to sit beside her, feeling the warmth of her presence as she twisted slightly to face me. Her posture was relaxed, confident, her movements deliberate. As I settled next to her on the sofa, her hand began to trace a slow, provocative line along my thigh. Her touch was light, teasing, yet it carried an unmistakable intent.
“It’s okay,” she murmured, her tone both soothing and bold. “I nibble but I don’t bite” she said with a giggle, “It’s not like we’re cheating or anything. We do have their permission.” Sinking further into the sofa
“Phew,” I exhaled. “I’m so nervous,” I whispered.
“It’s OK,” she said. “You haven’t been with anyone else; you’ve been married a long time.”
Her words were an open invitation, dissolving the last of my hesitation. My pulse quickened as I leaned in a little closer, the space between us narrowing until our lips met. Tentative at first, the kiss was soft, exploratory, testing the boundaries of this moment. I pulled back slightly, searching her eyes for reassurance, and what I saw there left no doubt.
Her gaze was steady, her eyes speaking the words her lips didn’t need to. Yes.
With that silent confirmation, I leaned back in, this time letting the kiss deepen into something fuller, more passionate. Her lips parted against mine, inviting me to explore further, and I obliged, letting myself be drawn into her warmth. Her hand on my thigh pressed more firmly, pulling me into her rhythm, as the rest of the world faded away.
David had been right, I did notice the tantalising stockings which my hand soon found without missing a beat in our kissing. Her thighs were warm, soft almost silky. A genital purring telling me she was enjoying the moment. Her free hand, undoing my shirt buttons.
David had been right, I had noticed the tantalising stockings earlier, and now my hand found them with ease, trailing along her thigh without missing a beat in our kiss. The warmth of her skin beneath the silky fabric sent a shiver through me, her body responding to my touch with a gentle, almost feline purring sound that told me she was enjoying every moment. The soft pressure of her palm against my chest as she slipped the fabric open made my pulse quicken, her touch soft and deliberate, nails gently clawing around my nipples. Our lips never lost their rhythm, the kiss growing bolder, more urgent, as her hands explored me with quiet confidence.
I shifted my position to stand, helping Sam to her feet. Without hesitation, I took her hand and led the way to our bedroom, the air between us charged with anticipation. Neither of us spoke a word. Once inside, she turned her back to me, her movements graceful and confident. “Help me?” she murmured, glancing over her shoulder. My hands found the zipper of her dress, and with deliberate care, I slid it down, the fabric loosening and falling effortlessly to the floor in a soft pool around her feet.
Turning back to face me, Sam’s lips curved into a cheeky smile. “I hear you’re a white lingerie lover,” she teased, her voice playful yet sultry.
Her words made me blush, a bashful smile creeping onto my face as I stepped closer. Without hesitation, I took her fully into my arms, my hands exploring the contours of her body with an urgency I could no longer hold back. Her skin was warm, soft beneath my touch, and I could feel her tremble slightly as my fingertips danced across her sides, her back, her hips.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as my hands found the delicate fabric of her panties, brushing against the dampness that betrayed her wanting. The warmth of her body and the quiet sound of her pleasure sent a thrill through me. I cupped her damp pussy gently, my touch deliberate yet tender, exploring the contours of her lips through her panties, she moved subtly against me, inviting me to go further.
Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling as my fingers traced the edge of the lace, teasing but never rushing. She pressed closer to me, her movements instinctive and fluid, her confidence matched only by the vulnerability she allowed me to witness. Each motion, each subtle shift, felt like an unspoken conversation, her body telling me exactly what she wanted without a single word.
I slipped the catch on her bra, the fabric falling away to reveal two beautifully formed breasts, each nipple already hard and inviting. I couldn’t resist; lowering Sam onto the bed, I leaned down, taking one breast into my hand while my lips found the other. My tongue traced gentle circles around her nipple before I sucked softly, her soft gasps urging me on. My other hand caressed her skin, exploring the curves of her body as she arched beneath me, lost in the moment.
Sam’s fingers moved with purpose, finding my cock through the fabric of my pants. Her touch was teasing, her palm pressing firmly as she began to rub against me, her movements slow and deliberate.
“This guy is straining to get out,” she said with a laugh, her tone playful yet dripping with desire.
Her words sent a jolt of excitement through me, I shifted slightly, letting her hand continue its exploration as I trailed kisses across her breasts, loving the way her body responded to my every touch.
“Let me take these off,” I said with a grin, hooking my fingers into her panties and sliding them down her legs. As the fabric fell away, my eyes were drawn to her swollen, glistening pussy, completely shaved and shimmering with arousal. The sight sent a surge of excitement through me, my pulse quickening as I admired her, every inch of her body a testament to her desire.
In one fluid movement, I positioned myself between her thighs, the heat of her skin radiating against me. The sweet, intoxicating aroma of her arousal filled the air as I pressed gentle kisses along the inside of each thigh, taking my time, being in the moment. Her soft sighs and subtle movements urged me on, her anticipation more intense.
I leaned closer, letting my tongue trace the full length of her pussy, tasting the warmth of her juices. Each stroke was deliberate, my movements slow as I explored her, relishing the way her body responded. Her hips began to shift, her soft moans growing louder, her hands pushing my head into her hard, her thighs gripping me as she gave a jerk, then another then a growl as an orgasm hit her.
Breathlessly, she pulled me onto my back, her playful smile lighting up the room. “Let me see this little man,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. As she tugged my briefs down, her eyes widened in delight at the sight of my very rigid cock, freed from its confines. “Oh, yum,” she murmured, her voice laced with anticipation. Without hesitation, she leaned forward, taking me fully into her mouth in one smooth motion. The warmth and pressure of her lips sent a jolt of pleasure through me. Her teeth grazed the sensitive, bulbous head, teasing it with delicate precision, as her tongue swirled around, igniting sensations that left me gasping and gripping the sheets beneath me.
Sam paused for breath, her eyes locking with mine, an unspoken intensity passing between us. She crawled up toward me, her body pressing against mine as our lips met in a deep, lingering kiss. Her hand guided my cock, stroking it against her wet, eager pussy, teasing both of us with the anticipation. Slowly, she slid down onto me, her body enveloping me inch by inch. A low moan escaped her lips as her head dropped onto my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck, her body trembling slightly as we became one, the connection electrifying.
A rhythm developed between us, each stroke building the intensity, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I sensed a growing frustration, she wanted to cum like this, but something held her back. Without breaking our connection, I flipped her over, her body yielding effortlessly beneath mine. Hooking a leg over hers, I exposed her glistening pussy fully to me, the sight only fuelling my urgency.
My thrusts became harder, more deliberate, driving deeper with each movement. Her breathing quickened, her moans growing louder until she arched her back, her body taut with pleasure. Her nails raked across my bare flesh, a mixture of passion and surrender. I followed immediately, pushing as deep as her body allowed, filling her completely. Her body trembled beneath me, her cries of release echoing in my ears as I held her tightly. The intensity of the moment consumed us both, her warmth surrounding me as I shuddered in my own climax. We collapsed together, breathless, our bodies still entwined, the room filled with the quiet hum of satisfaction.
Morning arrived, bringing with it two tired yet deeply satisfied bodies. We had made love through most of the night, our passion leaving its mark on both of us. As the soft light of dawn filled the room, I stirred and gently woke Sam, my tongue delicately probing the tender depths of her bruised, swollen pussy. Her body responded instinctively, and I explored the lingering traces of our shared passion, her wetness mingling with mine.
A groggy Sam whispered hoarsely, “Good morning… is it time to get up already?” Her voice carried a mix of fatigue and playful resignation.
I moved up over her and smiled, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. “Yes,” I replied softly, positioning myself, without hesitation, I slid inside her, moving with slow, deliberate strokes. She moaned quietly, her body welcoming me once more in a unhurried rhythm, a fitting continuation of the night before.
When Two Wives Meet – Good-Bye’s
Sam and I wandered down to the breakfast room. As we approached, the aroma of roast coffee permeated the air.
“Good morning,” I said as we walked into the room.
Noticing Ashley looking pretty much the same as Samantha, I mused, “Hmm, looks like both cats got the cream.”
We sat, making small talk; no one mentioned last night out of respect. Around ten, David and Samantha prepared to leave.
“Thank you for your hospitality,” David said, looking first at Ashley and then at Sam.
“No, thanks for coming over,” Ashley interjected.
Suddenly, everyone started to laugh. We exchanged warm goodbyes. David turned to Ashley with a grin and said, “Perhaps you would like to come over to our place next time.”
“Sure,” she replied.
“I’ll see you tomorrow at the coffee shop,” Samantha added, looking at Ashley.
“Okay,” Ashley responded with a smile.
With that, we parted and went our separate ways, feeling happy and contented.
