Over the next week or so, Samantha and Vanessa got together two more times. On neither occasion were bathing suits, or underwear for that matter, even taken out of their drawers. Things like that only got in the way.
They were like kids with a new toy, Samantha and Vanessa. The prospect of hot sex made both feel light-headed and giddy, and during romps through Samantha's living room and Vanessa's bedroom there was plenty of gleeful giggling all around.
But even with it as much fun as it was, Samantha grew increasingly interested in pursuing new adventures. Sucking and fucking with Vanessa was just a taste of the pleasures that were out there for the taking, as far as she was concerned.
More and more her thoughts became focused on that waiter she had mentioned to Vanessa. On her next visit to the shop where he worked, she found out his name was Calvin. On the visit after that she was given his phone number.
There wasn't a lot of internal debate before she decided to call up the young stud. As far as breaking her marriage vows went, well, she had already committed that sin with Vanessa. Besides, she was entitled to have some fun. And Calvin was so, so cute.
They arranged to meet at a quiet, out-of-the-way bar one week-day afternoon. Early, affording them plenty of time to get acquainted and then to pursue something more intimate if they so desired.
As soon as she slid her sexy ass into the booth, Samantha had pretty much made up her mind that she was going to fuck Calvin. Getting an eyeful of his sandy-haired good looks, the way he looked at her with those fond blue eyes, the firm muscles rolling under the snug jersey, where had he been all her life?
Grade school, obviously, Samantha thought almost ruefully. He was young enough to be her son. But then, his youth was part of the attraction. He was fresh, like new, and enthusiastic, and her mouth watered for the sweet jizz bubbling in his young balls.
"I'm thrilled you decided to see me," he said openly.
"I couldn't resist. I guess I'm getting a thing for cute younger guys."
He smiled, blushing a little, but he held her gaze. He wasn't a complete innocent, wouldn't easily be overwhelmed by her. Samantha was grateful for that. It might be fun to wean a virgin to the pleasures of the flesh, but not just yet. She still had to get a little more used to being an unfaithful wife.
They talked a while, and she found out more about him. He was a college kid after all, as she'd suspected. A couple years older than her son, though. A small blessing.
"Live around here?" she asked.
"Close by."
"Why don't you show me?" she suggested. "Or don't you go for bold women?"
He grinned. "A babe like you can write her own ticket as far as I'm concerned."
"My kind of man," she answered, beginning to really to enjoy herself. It was good to be with a really sexy male, knowing that a fuck was just a short way off.
They walked to his place. It was a modest three-room apartment, neater than she expected. Through a door she saw a wide window in the bedroom. It was curtained, letting in a soft but bright light of day. There was something terrifically intimate-looking about it, and inviting.
Calvin eased in beside Samantha, slipping a strong arm about her waist. Nuzzling her ear, he said, "Penny for your thoughts."
"Save your money. You could guess on the first try."
"I like your style," he murmured then. "I like a lot about you."
Samantha relaxed against him. She felt shivers in the lining of her pussy. She wanted to fail onto her back and be taken by him. She turned her head, their mouths met and joined, and a tremble of greater want lifted out of her cunt into her body.
"I want to lick you," Calvin breathed between smooches. "I want to touch you, all over. I want you to come, and come, and come! Or don't you go for bold guys?"
He head lolled back and she laughed softly, throatily. "You write the first ticket."
Brushing his lips over her cheek back to her ear, Calvin casually undid the buttons of Samantha's simple dress. She half-turned toward him and fit a hand onto his crotch, found the outline of his growing cock and rubbed through his slacks, encouraging him not to hold back.
Calvin drew open Samantha's dress and peeled it from her sumptuous body. Easing around behind her, he unfastened the lacy, overstuffed bra. Standing closer, he reached around and under the cupping fabric and cradled her jutting tits in his warm hands.
"I could go crazy for a body like yours," he murmured, "If I haven't already."
He squeezed into the pliant meat of her tits and she drew a deep, steadying breath. She was getting a little crazy herself. He was sexy, and showed some skills, too.
Calvin slipped her bra off and returned his hands to her out-flung tits. He pinched and plucked at her nipples, rolling the pulpy spikes between thumbs and forefingers, drawing them to hardness.
Abruptly his hands dropped. He placed one on the slight round of her tummy and unabashedly slid the other under the band of her modest panties. He cupped the softness of her pussy with his fingers. He drew her body back against his, the shape of his cock entering the deep cleft of her womanly ass.
"You're wet," he murmured.
"Surprised?"
"Maybe a little. You're a passionate one, aren't you?"
"I've been saving up," Samantha answered. She let her head tilt back to rest on his shoulder. She felt dreamy. It was good to be with him.
"You'll make it easy for me, but I'll love it just as much." And with that his knees bent and he began to slowly kiss his way down Samantha's back.
His hands drifted off to her hips and he held her there. Samantha was thankful for the support. Her own knees had gone weak, and the way her inner pussy was thrumming it would get worse before it got better.
Squatting behind her, Calvin hooked fingers in her panties and pulled them from the jutting cheeks of her haughty ass. She felt his breath on her bare ass, then kisses from his lips, then increasingly bold licks from his tongue.
Samantha hugged herself and steadied her legs. Her cunt was dripping already.
Feeling ever more daring, Samantha bent forward slightly at the hips. With a barely noticeable sway, she pressed back against Calvin's face. He licked into her widened asscrack and a bolt of erotic energy went through her.
"You are bold," she enthused. "I'm going a little crazy myself."
Further excitement lanced Samantha as Calvin whisked the panties down her long, shapely legs. Leaving them about her ankles, he swept his hands back up onto her prize ass. He took fist fulls of her bulging cheeks and pulled them apart. He extended his tongue to the upper reaches of her crack and flicked down into it inch by inch.
"You're bold, and you're bad too," Samantha gurgled excitedly. "That's quite a technique."
She bent farther over, not sure how far he would go but curious to find out. When his busy tongue fluttered uninhibitedly over her asshole she gasped giddily. Then his tongue continued on, and she realized he was just giving her a sample of what she might expect from him in the future. Teasing her a little too. He wasn't going to rush into anything too out of the ordinary just yet.
She supposed he was being considerate, or maybe just smart. The most she had ever taken up the ass was Vanessa's finger, but as far as he knew her asshole was virgin territory. He'd probably been testing her as well, to see how she responded to contact on her asshole. Samantha began to think she had underestimated this young stud. He showed some real know-how. Her anticipation deepened.
Face pressing into her ass and crotch, he reached out to her pussy with his broad, wet tongue.
"Pussy," he groaned, "gotta have your pussy." The way his tongue was stabbing at her swelling outer folds, she didn't doubt him for a second.
He backed off. "Stand up and turn around," he said to her, and she complied readily. Eagerly. There was a chair close by, and she wondered if she shouldn't lie back in it for him. But he didn't appear interested in moving and, in fact, neither did she. Something about standing naked in the middle of the room with him underneath her pussy got to Samantha. It was lust fine with her.
Samantha took one foot out of her panties and draped her leg over Calvin's shoulder. Ass on heels before her, practically under her, he pressed his mouth to her aroused pussy.
It was base, and Samantha was loving it. She didn't want to be civilized. She'd had years and years of that. Too much of it. This was a gust of fresh air, and all she wanted was more.
On one leg, supported by Calvin's strong shoulder and body, her fingers pulling and pushing at his soft hair, Samantha began to grind her pussy at his puckered, licking mouth. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this horny this quick. Nor could she recall the last time she had felt this appreciated. Calvin was totally hot for her and utterly devoted to her pleasure.
Calvin's tongue delved expertly into the running sweetness of Samantha's hot cunt. The scrape of his tongue on her tender fuck-flesh and the wanting press of his lips were all the stimulation she needed to shimmer through with rich arousal.
She continued revolving her cunt against his mouth, fanning the flames of her lust. He stayed with her, pursuing her climax as if he wanted it as much as she did. And maybe he did. She had really won him over, there was no question about that.
"Gawd," she said throatily, "tongue me. You're doing it so good. Let me come on your tongue. Make me."
Calvin sliced his probe into her steamy privates with renewed ardor. He lifted his hands to her ass and freely groped the muscled cheeks, squeezing sexy thrills from them.
Samantha felt herself go dizzy with arousal and more than once thought she was about to lose her balance. She shifted more weight onto Calvin's shoulder, and mouth, and held on to his hair, and it began to seem like she was riding him.
Her pussy and clit burned boner and hotter against the strokings of Calvin's tongue. She could feel her climax now, about to happen. Body arched, tits thrown out, head back, she wailed her anticipation into the quiet of the room. Her flushed face contorted with all sorts of erotic suffering, and she wondered if her come would ever happen.
Calvin made it happen for her and didn't let her down when he did. Great surges of carnal power tore up through her spasming, twitching body, tearing through her with wave after wave of wrenching release.
Shaking all over, she felt herself gush her intimate juices into Calvin's mouth. The hard clamping of her core was pumping out all she had, continuing to clench in and out after it was gone.
Trembling now, Samantha softened, and felt the inner glow of after-come. Her thigh dropped from Calvin's shoulder and she squatted close in front of him, nestling her ass high in his lap, arms wrapped about his neck.
"That was wonderful," she breathed, and unhesitatingly kissed his lips. They were smeared with her wetness, but that only made him more delectable. Their tongues dueled as each tried to get most of her spent cunt-sap. His hands played up and down on her back and sides, and ass.
"Just a warm-up," he answered.
"I do believe you could back that up."
"Let me show you."
"That's a delicious idea, but I'm starting to feel a little guilty."
"For what?"
"For keeping you all to myself."
"Huh?"
"I have this friend," Samantha answered. "We're pretty close. We do a lot together. Share a lot."
"Yes," he encouraged.
"Hardly seems fair, me having all this fun, and her sitting on her sexy ass at home having none."
"You want to call her up?"
"If you feel up to it. If not, well…"
He shook his head. "Go ahead. It's your turn to write the ticket anyway."
Samantha gave a pleased wriggle, kissed Calvin, then stood and went to the phone at the end of the couch. She sat down and dialed Vanessa's number.
The idea had come to her on the spur of the moment, yet it felt so right she couldn't resist. She didn't know what was the matter with herself though – any sane woman would fight to keep Calvin all to herself. But then, not many women had friends like Vanessa. Samantha would have felt worse not sharing.
On top of that, Samantha didn't quite trust herself. She could very easily get hung-up on Calvin, and the last thing she wanted was a sticky affair. Vanessa's presence would act as a buffer against that, dividing Samantha's attention and energy in half, and reminding her that it was all for fun.
"Vanessa? It's me. Listen, can you come out and play?"
Samantha went on to tell Vanessa who she was with and what a good idea it would be for them to all get together. She gave Vanessa the address and buns up, returned her attention to Calvin. He was kneeling before her, between her knees.
"How about showing me to the bedroom?" Samantha murmured.
"Right this way," Calvin replied, standing. He took her by a hand and led her into the next room. The sun-lit chamber was as inviting as ever with its bold, love-in-the-afternoon feel. The bed was low and wide, perfect for three, and maybe even four.
Samantha turned to Calvin and untucked his jersey from his pants. "We're gonna need you naked."
"Still writing the ticket, huh?"
"You just think about what you're gonna come back at us with. And don't forget to enjoy yourself in the meantime, too."
"Fat chance of that happening." He grinned. Samantha gave him a smooch, but didn't let it interfere. She was getting anxious to feast her eyes on his naked bod. Knowing Vanessa was on the way put her more at ease, and in touch with her more intimate urges.
She peeled Calvin's jersey off and pushed him onto his back on the bed. Getting rid of his shoes and socks, she went after his pants, wrestling them from his hips and legs. His briefs were all that remained.
Astride his lower legs, Samantha fell forward onto her elbows. Her face stopped inches above the outline of his swollen prick. Eyes brightening, she looked at the virile shape, contemplating it, enjoying it.
Lowering her head, she opened her mouth wide and closed her teeth on Calvin's cock shape with a teasing bite. Starting up near the base, she bit her way down toward the outline of his cock-head, held down between his thighs by his underwear. It was her turn to tantalize and tease.
Presently she looked up at him. "Turn over."
Showing a grin, he complied with her wish. Samantha took hold of his briefs and pulled them from his hips and ass. His tight, rounded ass-cheeks appeared before her eyes and Samantha burned with lust.
Knowing how he must have felt upon first seeing her gorgeous rump, Samantha let her tongue reach out and begin to explore the smoothness of a manly ass-cheek. Perverse pleasures flitted through her system as she gave herself over to unabashed ass-licking.
It wasn't long before the point of her wet probe was flicking deeper into his cleft. Her thumbs dug into the flanking ass and pulled them apart, revealing his asshole, and his balls. As shamelessly as he had, Samantha buried her face in ass and crotch, sweeping her tongue out onto horny privates.
With one hand she reached under his body from between his legs. His hips lifted and she reached his cock, gripped it warmly, beginning to jerk it to and fat Calvin didn't wait to be asked. He turned over onto his back, swinging his hand-held prick up before Samantha's hot, shiny eyes. He was big. Real big. It seemed forever before she could take in the superbly virile dimensions of him with her eyes and mind alone.
"I'm glad I called for reinforcements," she gurgled. "This is too much cock for little old me."
"I don't believe that for a second," he answered.
She was still glad she had called Vanessa. A cock like this all to herself, and the man attached to it, made for a dangerous situation for a wife alone.
Continuing to ogle the magnificent specimen of prick, Samantha commenced moving her hand over it. She was getting acquainted, familiarizing herself with it. He took a little getting used to. He was something else.
His heavy balls caught her attention. They were plump, stuffed with bubbling young jizz. Continuing td play her enclosing hand over his cock, she lowered her mouth to his balls and sucked them inside.
She had forgotten how sexy it could be, getting naked with a man, but she was remembering fast. It was a living miracle, the effect one person could have on another. Such deep, rich feelings of pleasure. Samantha wriggled impatiently. She wished Vanessa would hurry up and get here.
Samantha didn't know how long it was before the doorbell finally rang, but it was just in time. Any longer and Samantha wouldn't have been able to pull herself away from Calvin to answer it. But ring it finally did.
"Think you can hold your thoughts till I get back?" She smiled up at Calvin.
"Trust me, I'm looking forward to this as much as you are."