Meeting Sam - Sex Stories

Meeting Sam

I had been married for 5 years, but something just wast right with our union. Sure, the sex was amazing, but there was just something missing. I started watching other women whenever i went out, and even started following the ones I really found attractive. I would never approach them, just follow them from afar. So, after an evening of grocery shopping for the wife, I had been following a young lady, but had to get home. When I got home, it was really quiet. Usually the tv was on, or my wife would be listening to music, something. I set the groceries down in the kitchen and started making my way to the back of the house. When I got to our bedroom door, I saw that it was cracked, and I heard light moaning and creaking bed springs. I looked through the crack in the door, and saw the 17 year old black kid who lived a couple doors down between her legs. The sight of my wife fucking another man set me off. “What the fuck!?” I screamed as I kicked the door open. Immediately, they began scrambling away from each other. “He was raping me!” my wife screamed. “Hell I was!” the neighbor kid yelled back. “I came to borrow the weed eater, an’ you pulled me back here and started suckin my dick!” I wasn’t in the mood for any back and forth with accusations or excuses. I grabbed my whore wife and the horny kid and threw their naked asses out on the front porch and locked the door. While she was pounding on the door, I decided to take the high road and packed a bag to leave. When I opened ...

... the door, my wife was crying about how she was so sorry, and that she didn’t mean for it to happen, blah blah blah. “I don’t care,” I told her. “I’m out, and you can have your fuck shack. My lawyer will contact you.” That night, I stayed in a cheap hotel, and searched for an apartment. I found a nice one close to where I worked, and moved in the next day. After all the moving was done, I walked to a near by bar for a drink. I was still pissed about walking in on my wife fucking that kid from up the road. I walked in and ordered a bourbon, turned away from the bar, and started watching the crowds. After a few minutes of watching, I saw a tall ebony goddess. I would guess she was about 5’10”, 125 pounds, C cup tits, and a tight firm ass. She turned and caught me looking, making eye contact, and flashing me a brief smile. She walked over to me, and introduced herself. “I’m Sam,” she says with a beautiful British accent. “I couldn’t help but notice you watching me.” “I’m Don, and I couldn’t help but notice you. You are easily the hottest thing in here. Tell me, what is a Brit doing here?” She went on to explain that she was from Liverpool, and was studying abroad at our college. She asked about me, and I explained that I was newly single, and live close by. I told her I like to people watch, and we just happened to catch each other’s eye. As we talked, she was sliding up closer to me, putting her hands on my shoulders and lap. I placed my hand on her hip, and let it slide around to ...