Truth is Better than Fiction- Part III - Sex Stories

Truth is Better than Fiction- Part III

Truth is stranger than fiction. Riley was the sister of my wife’s best friend. Samantha was her college-aged daughter, one of two. I had no intention of dating either one, but happenstance has put me in the right position at the right time on two separate occasions. So what are the chances I would get to nail the wild sister of Samantha? My wife and I had a good relationship, but our sex life was pretty much dead. It hadn’t always been that way, but her puritanical upbringing had taught her that sex was solely for procreation, so when the newness and thrill of the conquest wore off, so did the thrill of the sexual adventure. I, on the other hand, saw sex as a must have need to insure my happiness. Beth never questioned the time I spent away from the house. She probably suspected I was fooling around, but she didn’t seem to care, because she never once confronted me or said a word. For her, the important thing was that I brought in a paycheck and I was there whenever she needed something really important tended to. Samantha’s appetite for sex seemed insatiable, so whenever she texted me and said “I’m bored,” I knew that was code speak for “I’m horny.” Sometimes I followed up on the text, and sometimes I didn’t. Samantha pretty understanding, in this regard. Then Samantha texted and said “we are bored.” “We?” My curiosity was peeked. The “we” was Samantha and her eighteen year old little sister, Madeline, who preferred to be called “Maddie.” Maddie was considered the “black ...

... sheep” in her family. She was the party animal, finishing high school in the summer after her graduating class had walked the stage. She smoked and she drank. She worked at Hooters and she had a defiant attitude, according to her aunt, who was my wife’s best friend. Samantha asked if she and Maddie could drop by. Since Beth was gone to Amarillo for the weekend to take care of her aging mother, I saw no harm in having some guests. If eye balls could pop from a person’s head, mine would have when I saw Maddy. She was short and well proportioned, with long brown hair, but her best asset was not her cute beguiling smile, but her cute little butt, which her shorts barely covered. Samantha made the introduction as she and Maddy stepped in to my house. Maddie smiled, then asked for the bathroom. “Two doors down on the left,” I remarked. Samantha gave me a peck on my cheek as we exchanged hugs. “I’ve got a favor to ask,” Samantha whispered. She bit down on her forefinger. I could tell she was nervous. “Shoot,” I replied. Samantha interlocked her fingers together and placed them under her chin, like she was praying. “A couple of my friends want to go see a movie, but we don’t want to drag Maddie along,” Samantha remarked. I did my best to give my disapproving look. “Maddie is a party girl,” Samantha replied, “She just doesn’t fit in with some of my friends. Besides, I kind of paved the way and told her you’re cool and all.” “Cool and all,” I repeated. Great. Samantha pleaded. I could ...