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You know, Samantha used to be the perfect woman. She was beautiful! An athletic brunette, firm in all of the right places, soft in all the others, and oh so very sexy. The way she smiled and flirted with her eyes; her head tilted slightly down as she stared into my eyes. The kind of woman who could tell you what she wanted without speaking.

She loved to cross, uncross, and cross yet again those lovely strong thighs of hers as she sat next to me at the bar. She had made it clear to me when we first met that if she wore a skirt she did not wear panties. She liked the feeling of freedom and the cool air traveling up the fabric, caressing her warm pussy. She also loved the feelings it aroused in me knowing she wasn’t wearing them.

That was the Samantha I loved. That was the Samantha I knew almost two years ago. After a year of dating, we decided to make our relationship official and we married in a small ceremony in a small town in Ohio.

Then everything changed. It’s strange how life works that way. We both had to work more. We started having sex much less. She immediately stopped working out and gained about thirty pounds while I grew more and more frustrated with her for not wanting to have sex. She had every excuse in the book. “I feel fat.” “I’m too tired.” “No, you can’t do my ass! We haven’t done that in forever and it will hurt too much.” Etcetera, etcetera.

Occasionally we did have sex, but it started to feel as though she was just allowing me to have sex with her. It was almost as if she wasn’t there with me. She kept her eyes closed and didn’t want to kiss while we made love, although she knew that her kiss aroused me more than any other foreplay. Basically it all went to hell! I bitched and complained until I gave up and she stood her ground. After two months of no physical contact at all, I got angry and told her that if she didn’t straighten up and start fucking me again, I would get it somewhere else. Big words.

So after she threw an over-ripe grapefruit at my head in the kitchen, which missed, not because of my cat-like reflexes, but her poor aim, she went upstairs and packed two suitcases. Within an hour, although I was begging her not to go, she walked out saying she was going to stay at her friends place for a while.

One day went by. Then two. Then a third without word from Samantha. I called her cell phone, her work voicemail, and her friends place always with the same result: nothing. Then, the following Friday evening, while sitting alone, tossing back some very cheap whisky and checking my email, there it was. Samantha had sent me an email. My initial reaction was, “There, she must have gotten over it and is trying to apologize to me.” What follows is the email I received.

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From:sammyj@erosentric.org

To:supertom@hootin.net

Subject:I’m so very sorry

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Tom,

I finally decided to write to you. I thought I would give you a few days to cool off. Me too. First, I’m sorry about missing you with the grapefruit. I’m sure it would have been easier to clean up if it had hit you instead of the edge of the kitchen table. I used to have a better throwing arm.

Anyways, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about us. Not just since I left the other day, but before that too. Things just haven’t been right between us for a quite a while. I don’t know if anything can be done about it now. It may be too late. But, the girls and I have been going out a lot and talking about everything. It’s really helped me to have someone to talk to. You haven’t really been receptive to what I have to say in the last few months. It seems like since we weren’t fucking, you didn’t think we should talk either. Well, I need to talk. I need to say things and hear what you have to say back. Maybe you just don’t understand women. I thought you did. You used to.

So Jessica and I went to that sports bar at the corner by where we work… remember that place? We haven’t been there in a long time. We used to have fun there. It seems to be a lot more popular now than it used to be. It was packed with people! I wore that white blouse you like. You know, the one that barely fits over my boobs? The one you said looked so sexy when my nipples perk up in the cool night air? The one you used to say I looked so sexy in? Yea, that one.

I wore my favorite skirt too. I’m sure you remember that one. The black one that is slit up both sides? knee length? Maybe you don’t remember, I don’t know. It’s the one I wore the first night we made love. The one I had to take to the cleaners because we made such a mess of it… does that help you remember? I haven’t worn it in a long time. I’m glad it’s kinda stretchy, cuz I was worried it wouldn’t fit me anymore. Oh, and do you remember those silk stockings you bought me when we were in San Francisco? The thigh high ones with lace at the top? I wore those. Since I’ve gained this weight, they wanted to roll down at the top of my thighs instead of staying where they belong so I had to wear my garter-belt to hold them in place. It’s funny how bahis firmaları you never ask me to wear these things anymore, but you never let me forget that I’ve put on a few pounds in the last year. Hmmm. Kinda strange, don’t you think? I won’t bother talking about my shoes, you never really cared what I had on my feet. Do you know how much it hurts to wear stiletto heels all day? Probably not, since you are such a MAN.

Anyway, Jessica and I went there and had a few drinks. It reminded me a lot of you, since we used to go there and have a good time. I thought about you most of the night. I even started missing you. Does that surprise you? You probably think I hate you and never want to think of you. Well, that isn’t true. I love you. I miss you. The only thing is, you aren’t you anymore. You aren’t the you I married anyway. But, that’s just the way it is sometimes I guess. I’m sure I’ve changed too. I know you’ve noticed my weight gain, but I don’t know if you saw any other changes. Maybe if you feel like writing me back you can explain it to me.

So, after we were there for about a couple of hours, and more than a couple of drinks, guess who showed up? Remember Jenny? Jessica’s friend? She came there with some other people and we all sat together and just had the best time. Tony was there too. Jenny’s brother. You remember him I’m sure. He’s the guy who used to always stare at my breasts and make you all jealous?? I’m sure you remember. (Kind of the way YOU used to stare at them.) Tall, tan, really broad shoulders. Really nice man. Of course he was staring at my breasts again. I swear, I thought they were going to pop the buttons on my blouse and just fly out and flash everyone! LOL I had to be extra careful when I moved so it wouldn’t happen. I really didn’t wanna ruin it.

I guess he got over staring at my tits after a while though. Eventually he just moved to my side of the table and sat next to me. He kind of snuck in there when Jessica went to the ladies’ room to “powder her nose.” Yea, Jessica is still kinda wild. Did you ever know she was bisexual? I don’t think I ever told you. About six months ago she told me. We were at work so I got all embarrassed… she said she always had the hots for me! Man, that made me wet. Another woman wanting me? It was strangely exciting. She admitted to me the other day that she always fantasized about having a threesome with you and I. But, oh well. I guess that’s never going to happen now. Such is life.

Tony and I talked for a long time. I told him all about our problems and what happened. He hugged me gently and wiped the tear from my cheek while I was crying about it. He felt sooo strong and firm, but my head just nuzzled into his shoulder and was so comfortable there. I guess having a soft shoulder to cry on really is good therapy. I read that somewhere. He jokingly offered to go beat some sense into you, but I saved ya… LOL it was kind of funny. Well, at least I think he was joking. Did you know he can bench-press 350 pounds?! My God! Anyway, we just talked for so long. It felt good to talk about things. Life, love, relationships, our dreams. You know, the way WE used to talk… I guess before I put on all this weight. The seats are still just bare wood so it’s a good thing I had all this extra padding on my ass, otherwise it would have been very uncomfortable!

It was really cute how every time I would cross my legs he would whisper, “Stop it.” Jessica and Jenny kept asking, “Stop what? What are you two doing under there?” LOL it was sooo fucking funny. Of course we were all getting so drunk everything was funny by then. Good times.

And wouldn’t you know it, the right clasp on my garter snapped off! I kind of squealed when it happened and Tony nearly jumped out of his seat! Jenny thought he pinched my butt… lol The slits in my skirt came in very handy. I was trying to get the clasp back on, but I guess I was too embarrassed, or maybe too drunk to get it. Tony turned toward me, carefully slipped my skirt over my thigh, and re-clasped the garter for me. It was so sexy how his big hands could so carefully manipulate that small hook. He even rolled the top of my stocking back up so it would be nice and flat against my skin. He was so sweet. Then he carefully pulled my skirt back over my thigh again. He must be able to hold his liquor pretty well, because I thought for sure he would leave my legs exposed. You would have. I think most men would have. But it was very sexy how he kept being a gentleman, even when I was too intoxicated to care. Then he just leaned over to me and whispered, “You have very sexy legs. You should show them off more.”

Again, Jenny was like, “What are you two talking about over there?” But we just giggled and didn’t tell her. Some guys came over and started talking to Jessica and Jenny, so they left us alone after that. I love my friends, but I was having such a good time with Tony there. So, I decided to take his advice. I slid my skirt open and let it lay to the side, showing off my right thigh. (Yes I still had my legs crossed. I’m not a slut you know!) The problems started when kaçak iddaa I had to uncross and cross them again with my left leg on top. I always have to do that. Really I only do it when I’m getting horny. Did you know that? The movement of my thighs makes the lips of my pussy slide together and they pull down on the hood of my clit. It’s very stimulating. Especially since I have that “no panties with skirts” thing. So all those times I was crossing my legs back and forth meant I was getting ready for you. I think you stopped noticing right about the time I gained those first 10 pounds.

Well, with my skirt to one side, if I crossed them back and forth, my goodness, Tony could look right down at my crotch. He fought it for a while, forcing himself to look straight ahead and grin like he was listening to something Jessica was saying, but I could see it in his eyes. He wanted to look sooooo badly. It was killing him. So, the only way to fix that problem was to force him to just do it. What’s the point in not living? You might as well go for it and enjoy life. You used to say that. Anyway, I just reached over and took his hand. My little hand looked so cute on top of his. I dragged his left hand off of his own leg and placed it on my thigh. THAT made him look! He looked down at our hands, then his eyes just traveled along my leg until they went straight to my pussy. Then I had to cross my legs the other way again… go figure. So he got a full view of my neatly trimmed pussy. His lips parted like he was going to say something, but it never came out. I just put my fingertip to my lips and whispered, “Sshhhhh.” He smiled and just went with it.

By the time we finished our drink I had slowly moved his hand to the inside of my right thigh and the heel of his palm was nestled up against my pussy. Man was I ever wet! It had been so long since I felt energy through someone’s hand. His hand was hot against my skin. I could only imagine the racing of his heart and the thumping of his pulse. He must have been in agony. I had to check, so I glanced down at HIS crotch. Sure enough, there was a huge bulge pushing against his jeans and there was a small wet spot just where the tip of his cock must have been. Precum is so cool. I always liked the taste of it. It’s sweeter than a man’s actual cum. At least I think so. I never asked any of my friends if they thought so too. Maybe I will tonight.

Is this email getting too long? I don’t want to bore you. I’m sorry if it’s too long.

Anyway, back to what I was telling you. I don’t want you to lose track! So, just to be extra silly I put my left hand down there too and slid the tip of my index finger along the slit between my lips. It wasn’t hard to get my juices on my finger since there was so much of it down there. I could actually feel the wet spot under me where my pussy had dripped onto the back of my skirt. So, I then ran the tip of my finger around the rim of Tony’s beer glass. It was soooo funny. Tony was licking the rim of his glass and holding it to his nose like a fine wine expert would. He even said, “It has great nose.” God that made me laugh. Then we both laughed when Jenny said, “You can get another beer ya know, Tony. You don’t have to make love to the empty glass!” Oh man. We were rolling.

Tony just looked at me and said, “I think I’ve had enough beer for one night.” I looked up into his eyes and grinned. I had definitely had enough to drink too. Then he says, “I’m gonna take off. Samantha, do you need a ride back? I don’t think the girls are finished partying yet.” I just grinned while looking up at him. Right into his eyes. He just knew what my answer was. Isn’t that amazing? He just KNEW! I didn’t have to say anything. He squeezed my hand, but didn’t let go of it, and slid out of the booth. I had no choice but to follow him. We said goodnight to everyone and walked outside. Getting out of the stale, smoke filled bar was refreshing. The air was chilly, but smelled so clean. It was chilly enough that my nipples perked up really tight, not that they weren’t hard already, because I was pretty aroused by this time. It was a good thing Tony walked behind me as we left otherwise everyone would have seen the wet spot on the back of my skirt. I was kind of squishy down there. I was actually dripping… there was a slow drip running down the inside of my left leg as we walked toward the parking lot. It’s been a long time since I was that turned on.

Then I just stopped in my tracks because I didn’t know where I was going. I started giggling again and Tony took my arm and lead me to his truck. He has this neat SUV thingy. I’m not sure what it’s called, but it’s huge! He helped me get into it since it was so high up there. Once I got in I had to look around and check it out. He had the rear seats laid down flat like he was going to put something in the back. It had two rows of back seats, so you could fit a lot of stuff in there. It just gave me ideas I couldn’t hold in. So I said, “There’s a lot of room back there.” He just said, “Uh huh.” He started the truck and we started driving away. He was really taking me back to Jessica’s kaçak bahis house! I could tell because I know he lives in the other direction. “There sure is a lot of room back there. A lot!” I told him again. “Uh huh.” Was all he would say, but he had such a cute evil grin on his face. It was so easy to read what was going through his mind. It was cute that he wouldn’t ask for it.

“Pull over.” I said. “Huh?” He asked. “Pull the fucking truck over. Now.” I demanded. He started laughing, but said, “OK.” Then pulled off onto a small side road. I think it was just a dirt road, but I wasn’t paying attention by that time. It was just bumpy, that’s all I know. I was already taking off my seat belt and climbing over the seat into the back. “Uh.. Sammie? Where are you going?” I think he thought I needed him to pull over because I was going to be sick or something. Such a silly man. So I said, “The same place you are.” It really wasn’t that hard to squeeze my chubby hips between the seats to get back there. They seemed to just slip right through! Once I was back there I laid down on my side on the carpet. Tony stopped the truck and turned it off, then said, “Um…” So I just told him straight up, “Get back here. Now.”

He’s too big to climb over the seats so he had to get out and get in through the rear passenger door. But he’s pretty agile for a big man. He was in there so fast I didn’t have time to kick my shoes off. You know, the black heels with the straps that run up the ankles? Oh never mind, you never cared about shoes. I’m sorry, I forgot.

He was half laying next to me, propped up on his elbow, just staring down into my eyes. He wouldn’t make the move, so I did. I reached up, and taking his face in both hands, brought him down to me. I kissed him softly at first, then harder, more aggressively. Our tongues were tangling together and saliva was wetting our lips…. heavy breaths going in and out of our noses, making the only sounds in the truck. Then it happened. He reached down and took the front of my blouse in both of his hands and pulled. He ripped every button right off. They went flying around inside the truck like little bullets. He did it with so much force it startled me… so that blouse is ruined, Honey. I’m so sorry. I know how much you used to like it.

There wasn’t any time for formalities, so I just raised my skirt up to my hips and parted my thighs to give him access. He buried his face in my breasts and was licking and sucking my aching nipples while I struggled with his belt and pants. I finally got them undone and when I pulled down the zipper his cock just sprang out! It plopped out and landed on the carpet with a thud! He helped me shimmy his jeans all the way off because I was having too much trouble. Then, when he was there next to me, his cock hanging over his hip, stiff, but so big it still hung down, touching the floor, I gasped. I have never seen a dick that big in my life! It seemed like it was as thick as my forearm and almost as long. How did they measure cubits in the Bible? The tip of the knuckle to the tip of the elbow? Oh who cares… You were the one always into stupid trivia. All I knew was that I was about to get fucked by something equivalent to a baseball bat.

I took it in my hands. Both hands, and there was still plenty left over to play with. I ravished it. I licked it and stroked it and nibbled on the head. I finally tried to put it in my mouth. I could barely get my lips around just the head, but I forced myself! I couldn’t let him down now, not after all of this buildup. So I sucked and sucked as best I could. I forced it down. Did you ever know I liked that feeling? Forcing it? Like being taken? Not like being taken by someone who doesn’t care, but being taken by someone who can’t control their lust. I like lust. Kind of how you used to lust after me. I used to love that. Anyway, I’m getting distracted again. I’m sorry.

I gasped for air as I pulled him from my mouth and laid down on my back. I begged him to fuck me. I begged! I don’t think I’ve ever done that before. He asked me if I was sure and all I could say was, “God, please stop being so nice and just fuck me! Let me have you.” That was all it took. He rolled over on top of me… boy he weighs a lot. Kind of almost knocked the wind out of me, but it felt good. I can’t really explain that. Ever so slowly he moved his cock closer to my pussy. I had my legs spread as far as I could to welcome him into me. I was soaking wet and my pussy lips were so engorged and swollen. When the head of his cock pressed against me, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. He started to hesitate, but I wouldn’t let him. I dug my fingernails into his back and pulled him closer until his head sort of “popped” into my pussy. At first I squealed pretty loud and he tried to stop, but I was having none of it. I just gasped, “It’s okay. It’s okay… please don’t stop. Fuck me. It hurts good.” And he did. He pushed into me as far as he could go. My poor little pussy was stretched to it’s limits as he drove into my depths. He was so deep.. oh my. His cock was pushing against the top of my pussy like it was going to rupture me. Once he felt he couldn’t go any further in, he started pulling back, then back in again. Then the pace got faster and he was going in and out of me with long deep, oh so deep, gentle strokes.

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