Work Text
Sam
Because my boss had his birthday, I met with some colleagues in a club. Gabe came over for a moment, congratulated Tom, and sat at the bar. With a frown, I watched him treat himself to the second whiskey. My husband only drank hard stuff when something bothered him. To get to the bottom of it, I made my way to him. On the way, I opened two blouse buttons and ruffled my hair. Then I sat beside him, looking at him from the side, and ordered."Whiskey neat, please." "Hello, stranger, why so depressed? Stress with the girlfriend, boyfriend, or wife? Spill the beans –– I'm a good listener."Gabe grinned as I took a sip and grimaced. Well, that firewater was nothing for me."So alone, beautiful woman? Don't you've anyone waiting for you?""I can't afford a partner; they're all looking for space in my job," I answered, giggling."Whatcha working?""I work in the horizontal industry," I said, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise, adding that I was a prostitute. "And ... you're free today?" He replied, amused, and I nodded. "And nothing better to do than listen to the concerns of some stranger?""Occupational disease," I replied with a shrug and sipped anew on the glass.
Yuck, how can you find that good?!
"You'd be surprised what's entrusted to me. It's like a waitress or a hairdresser ... we're the headshrinkers of the men," I added, coughing briefly."I'm Gabriel," he said, shaking my hand."Samantha. A ring ... married?" I asked, nodding to his hand."Yeah.""The pretty guys are either married or gay," I sighed in disappointment.So now I'd finally been able to apply the sentence I'd carried with me all my life."Are you happy?" I asked, and he nodded dreamily."She's a pearl."My husband beamed, and a pleasant shiver seeped through me."But?" I asked curiously."Nothing but," he replied thoughtfully, taking a sip."You sit alone, drinking whiskey and talking to a strange woman. Spit it out, handsome, something bothering your pretty little head.""...""I can't talk about that.""Can't you or don't you want?" I asked, putting my hand on his thigh."I ... don't... I", he stammered, and I frowned."You can tell me everything, sweetie; we have something like an obligation to secrecy."With a smile, I looked at him encouragingly.
Come on. I make it so easy for you
"I recently had sex with a man.""And she found out?" I asked, looking shocked."No, on the contrary, we have a friend of ours ... and ..." he murmured, nervously playing with the glass."Friendship plus?" I replied, and he nodded."I liked it ... very much.""Top or Bottom?" I asked, and he looked at me in amazement. "Do you think your wife takes offense if you like to get it from behind?""That's not it, and I was a Top," he replied with a head shake. "My wife does it with me too, and it's fun for both of us.""Where's the problem? I don't get it.""I liked the feeling, the heat, and tightness ..." he sighed. "You're a woman and one of them who understands more than anyone else. You know it's not the same whether you take someone from the front or behind.""Okay, I'm in the picture ... it's about anal intercourse," I replied softly, and he nodded. "Have you talked to your wife before?"Gabriel shook his head and returned to his glass."Maybe you should do that. Maybe she's scared, and if she says no, you hafta fuck your buddy again."With an eyeroll, he looked at me."No, seriously, talk to her about it and take her concerns."Meanwhile, my heart was racing. The conversation had to end because I had to think about it first."Maybe I should do that," he smiled with relief."Listen to, cutie pie; I hafta go back over. Otherwise, they'll make a missing person report. It was a pleasure meeting you."With a smile, I closed my buttons again."Yeah ... thank's for listening," he replied and kissed me on the cheek.Gabriel paid and went home. I followed him half an hour later, and no word was said that night. Two days later"Honey?"I'd just made myself a cup of coffee and stood at the stove when my husband put his arms around my stomach from behind and pressed a kiss on my neck."We should talk about what was in the bar.""I guess we should," I answered, turning slowly and putting my hands around his neck."Why do you have concerns? Or should I explain that to you with our shower head?" He grinned with amusement, but I lowered my eyes with a shake of my head."Dumbass!""No, kidding! I wanna try it out with you; I wanna make it a wonderful experience," he replied encouragingly.I couldn't do more than a doubtful sigh. He lifted my chin, so I explained what was happening in my head. The men had their happy button in the butt; nothing could go wrong. But women didn't have that, and I was afraid I wouldn't like it."That's all? We don't do anything you don't like, and we immediately stop if you say so, I promise you," he replied softly, hugging me. I had watery eyes and a red face and couldn't help it, and I hated that … how much I hated that."I love you, and you trust me," he whispered, empathetic, and I nodded, blinking."I do," I answered with relief and took a deep breath. Damn, I was nervous. Why? I didn't know myself. So I sat on the toilet and took stock of myself. What I've been doing with Gabriel for three years honestly worried me. Of course, it wasn't the only reason I couldn't find it extraordinary. But I was embarrassed to discuss it with him.Although I didn't need to have the first concern that it would hurt because there was no more empathetic and loving person than my husband, the second concern was that I couldn't be clean enough. I didn't need to have it either because, from practical experience with my men and research on the Internet, I knew that an enema wasn't necessary before. It was enough if one had done the big business a few hours earlier because the food remains aren't collected in the rectum, as many believe, and farther than this 7.9 inch, I rarely groped anyway. It was enough to have taken a bath or a shower before, and we had our magnificent shower head. That's why –– better safe than sorry."Well, now pull yourself together," I said, took another deep breath, and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner and wait for my husband. Two hours later, I opened the door to our bedroom and had to smile at the thought that I'd married a true romantic."I love you," he said seductively, holding two glasses of wine. "It's all about you tonight. Let yourself drop and enjoy."To romantic music, we stripped down and couldn't keep our hands off each other. He took a lot of time to explore my entire body with his tongue, cover it with gentle kisses, and caress me with his hands. I melted more and more."Turn around. I want your chocolate side," Gabe whispered in a deep voice and breathed into my sensitive ear.As he gently kneaded my butt and distributed teasing bites, I tensed again. I tried but couldn't hide the thought of what would happen next."Relax, my beauty," he reassuringly murmured as he continued stroking me.And I was glad that I could push my head into the pillow because I felt tears rise. Tears because I hated myself for being such a coward. Gabriel made an enormous effort, and I was such a scaredy-cat. Inhale and exhale; I didn't have to do more than that. But that breath became a little heavier as he spread my legs, but his demanding tongue managed to keep relaxing me."Everything okay, baby?" He asked, and I nodded tensely. "I have an idea. Turn around."His lips found my nipples, and I buried my hand in his hair, closing my eyes as he tenderly nibbled on them. His fingers found the entrance in my wet vagina, and these pleasant feelings made me in a short time without will. Within a few minutes, he'd turned me into a trembling heap of female hormones that moaned unrestrained and stretched out yearning to him."If you don't stop, I'll... right now!""That's the plan, hon. I read ... it's easier after orgasm, then you're relaxed," Gabriel grinned, and I understood. And he wasn't wrong. "Lift your legs," he said quietly, and after a few seconds, I felt his searching tongue at my back door, which gently licked and circled … a crazy feeling."Don't squeeze; I still need it," he mumbled, making me laugh.Tenderly stroking my thighs, I suddenly was by a heat overwhelmed I rarely had felt. Dizzy, and with a racing heart, my eyes closed. The blood rushed in my ears as fireworks exploded in my body."Oh, God!"Overwhelmed by this tingling, I opened my eyes."Yeah. That's my girl," he whispered enthusiastically and moved on.He slowly circled his tongue, and I clawed my hands into the sheets, unable to reach my husband.Then he came up and kissed me, and I found that not unpleasant. On the contrary, it tasted like nothing, except for Gabriel, for my husband … the best taste on my tongue."Ready for more?" He asked, looking at me with lust-veiled eyes."Yes," I whispered determinedly as he reached for the lube on the bedside table.Then he pushed some pillows under my butt so I could relax my feet a little. It was cold, and then a demanding finger felt its way and then another. I waited for a stinging pain. I waited for burning and pulling … but nothing. Gabriel looked into my eyes all the time, watching every move, always asking me if I was okay or if it was pleasant. The water came into my eyes with happiness and gratitude to have such a loving, understanding, and incredibly tender partner.Meanwhile, a third finger had been added, and it was just an insanely intense, exciting, and stimulating feeling."Awesome; I like the feel of you, baby.""More ... Gabe", I whispered invitingly, and his breath broke as he clutched his cock tightly and prevented himself from coming."Fuck, Honey!"My entire nerves in this region were short-circuited and sparked gigantic fireworks in my body. Carefully, Gabe turned his fingers, stretched me, took more lube, and watched my every movement."How does it feel?""It feels good," I replied with a grin and squeezed his hand. "I think I'm ready for more.""A little more …" He made it with so much feeling, distracted me, and was in alarm every second, even if I grimaced once. No doubt that Gabriel was as excited as I was."Are you ready?" He asked, and when I opened my eyes, I stared into sparkling gold. A hot shiver rushed through my lower body, and I nodded.Curious about the following, I repositioned myself, and with infinite patience, he pushed forward bit by bit, and when a brief burning but what was over in no time sensed me, I had to bite my lip briefly. Gabriel looked at me sympathetically and stopped."Everything okay. Keep going," I whispered encouragingly, squeezing his hand."Holy crap ... so tight," he gasped, supporting himself with one hand on the mattress.It was a strange feeling, but not unpleasant ..."I ... fuck ..." he suddenly groaned when he was half in me, overwhelmed with the situation. "If I carry on, I'll come immediately!""You know where to press.""Don't remember, too long ago," he stammered, embarrassed, making me laugh. "And I can't reach the front again. Shit, please don't move!""Get out and start again.""Don't laugh …" he muttered meekly and slowly slipped out of me to calm down, "… I'm sorry, but you feel so damn good.""I love you; that's anything but bad. If you can't control yourself with me, I consider it a compliment."I caressed his neck with a grin, and after a few moments, he asked if I wanted to try again. "Well, what do you think?"It was much easier; I was relaxed and stretched enough. Gabriel pushed slowly into me and didn't move when he was utterly sunk."I love you so much," he whispered dreamily, and we exchanged a deep look of love.After a few careful movements, I was sure I couldn't come this way. I moistened my finger and touched myself until Gabriel easily but surely beat my hand away and took over.Then he clasped his other hand with mine and leaned onto the mattress.Within moments, I felt the vibration turn into a slight throb, a twitch, and finally, a powerful pounding."Gabe ... Gabe!" My heartbeat quickened as I clung to him and let my emotions run wild. I gasped and held his hand. I wanted to feel the last thrusts without additional stimulation. Only in passing did I realize that he'd come too because I saw everything only through a veil."I got you," I heard him whisper, and I felt safe and secure in his deep embrace."That was amazing," I mumbled, exhausted."Supernatural," he smiled and kissed my forehead. "Thanks, honey." ** In the next chapter …Samantha as a guinea pig