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Sam lost his wife to a long-time friend and his friend’s buddy on their anniversary, which was the previous night. He was enticed into a bet by Kyle when they played cards, and Sam lost. Sam had known Kyle had a thing for Melissa, his wife but he believed the marriage was rock solid. The stakes were that Sam would stand back and let Kyle attempt to seduce Melissa. Sam had hoped for her to confirm her faithfulness and love. Melissa didn’t live up to his expectations and ended up fucking Kyle and another guest in the pool and then fucked them outside the pool.

The most painful twist for Sam was when she flagrantly told him she would stay in the marriage for love, but only fuck Kyle, and Robert if he was around. She did not want Sam's small cock ever again. Sam tried to intervene and Robert punched him, then choked him as he pushed Melissa down over Sam and fucked her, laughing in Sam’s face.

The next morning, Mel left early, and Sam had two students to tutor. The pain of being a cuckold burned into Sam’s heart, and he felt absolutely worthless.

Sam was quite well to do, his own internet company, bringing in six figures annually, but he was of small stature, with an almost normal five-and-a-half-inch cock. Kyle, the man that cuckolded him was far bigger physically, with a big cock. Sam touched his swollen eye. Without the swollen face, Sam was handsome with a delicate face and gentle eyes. He stayed in shape and had a very sweet personality that made everybody around him love him, except for Mel. Now Sam felt a part of him hate her, that she would discard him for a big cock. He could not believe how readily she discarded him

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Sam stood in the kitchen, his eye swollen shut. Mel had not even bothered to say goodbye when she left, the first time ever that happened. Last night he had hoped to not lose her, but it was clear that he had almost no place in her life anymore. Sam knew he would not submit to the new situation, but he was too emotional to keep a clear head.

Becky and Anna, both sixteen, arrived and were at the back door knocking. They usually came for tutoring on Saturday mornings when Mel would go into town to do whatever shit she did.

He opened up and they both gasped in shock. The kids loved him, his gentle manner, and the way he respected them. He was also the best computer languages teacher they knew. The girls shared an emotional bond with him, hiding it carefully under their innocent banter and gentle hugs. They had decided on the way over that today was the day they would make a move; they will declare their love. Both knew it would not be ultimate but hoped that he would respond, as he would soon be exposed to love beyond their abilities. For now, they wanted him. They also shared hate for Melissa, having witnessed her bitchiness.

They had seen the disrespect from Mel for a while, and the way her words hurt Sam. They did not expect to see him hurt this morning. His face was swollen, his one eye barely visible, and yet that sweet smile still appeared when he greeted them. Their shock was not missed by Sam, but their sudden anger was not what he expected by any stretch of his imagination.

“Tell us what happened Mr. Dawes, now,” Becky demanded, and Sam broke down, keeping the story clean for them.

“No, that does not explain why?” Anna demanded when he finished. She knew he had left out a key fact, and Sam capitulated. He told them the truth.

“I am small, down there. She wants a big one.” Anna looked at Becky, and he saw a silent agreement being made. He felt like somehow he might not be fully in control of the situation when they looked back at him with purposeful expressions.

“Do you trust us, Mr. Dawes?” Becky asked.

“Yes,” he answered softly.

“Would you think us capable of hurting you?” Anna asked

“No, you are the two sweetest girls I know.”

“Last request. Knowing all of what you just answered, will you promise to not deny us our request?” Becky asked again.

“What request?”

“Promise, please,” Becky was imploring, Anna’s eyes pleading.

“Okay, I promise.”

Sam understood he had given some control to them, but it did not matter as it eased his pain. His life could not get worse, and he was being distracted. He looked at the two beauties and whatever resolve he had faded. Anna was a brunette with green eyes and an athletic build. Becky was taller, a blonde with piercing blue eyes. Sam loved them for their beautiful personalities. Part of him desired them, and he tried to hide that fact as best as he could.

“Pinky promise,” Anna said cheekily.

They made the promise, and Sam felt his spirits rise as he laughed at the gesture. Becky and Anna almost always had a positive effect on him. They grabbed his hands and dragged him upstairs to the spare bedroom, then pushed him down on the bed, on his back.

“Girls, what is this?” Sam feebly protested, but his heart needed the wanting in their eyes, the validation they are giving him. He was beaten black and blue and they still wanted him.

“You promised, do not break your word, and our hearts,” Anna begged softly, and he comprehended their troubled request.

“Okay, Becky, Anna. I am yours.” He surrendered, and they took turns to bend down and kiss him softly, their tongues touching his lips. Sam was apprehensive at first, but his being overruled his mind and he felt logic fade. He felt the need for more as they stopped kissing, and both came in again. This time there was no chance to misinterpret the fact that the girls wanted sex. Becky was wearing a skirt and wiggled out of her panties as Anna kissed Sam. She climbed on the bed and straddled his head.

“This is wrong Becky, please,” he protested feebly, her perfect little pussy hovering over his face, and it was positively moist.

“You promised,” she said and lowered her pussy to his mouth. “Please eat me, Mr. Dawes.”

He obliged, starting to work his tongue into her, and tasted her sweetness. Sam lost himself as it dawned on him, he wanted this to happen as he was tasting her nectar. He felt Anna loosen his trousers, and expose his tumescent cock.

“Becky, look. It is perfect.” Sam lifted Becky just a little, knowing he would drop her again. He wanted to feast.

“For what?” he asked

“For our pussies. It is a perfect size, no jokes,” Anna replied sincerely, and Sam felt her mouth on his cock and he lowered Becky, his tongue penetrating her again. Anna let up after a few moments, and he heard her moan testily. She was wearing tight shorts and she was struggling to get them off. Sam‘s head was under Becky’s skirt, so his next sensation was a very tight pussy lowering itself on his cock. Anna was not a virgin, and he felt his tip kiss her end as her butt hit his thighs. He felt Becky spasm with her first orgasm, her pussy pulsing on his tongue, and her juices flooding his face. Anna was not slamming herself on his cock, riding him gently. He doubted she used more than three inches of him as her breathing became labored.

“I told you, perfect,” Anna breathed, then her orgasm hit hard.

Anna started to ride him again, slowly up and down after she felt the sensation fade enough for her to have control. Becky clenched his face as she came again. She got off his face and started watching Anna ride Sam. He felt he could not possibly last, and they came together, and she held him deep. He turned them over and started to gently fuck her.

Looking into her eyes he saw her care and appreciation for him, and he gently started to kiss her. He lifted her shirt and caressed her small breasts, the nipples hard. He kissed her nipples, arching his back to reach them, and she came hard, but he did not let up, kissing her again, as he now sped up. He pushed against her cervix and came again. He held inside her and looked at Becky.

“Would you also want me?” he asked the obvious question.

“Please, if you can,” Becky asked, and she smiled. She had thought Anna would be the only one getting fucked. Most of their sexual partners never lasted past two orgasms.

“I want to Bex. Lie down next to us,” he answered.

Sam looked back at Anna and felt something give in him, something he had held back. He felt his heart lurch, and he realized in the midst of it all the events that he had been holding back so much in the last few years. He looked into a complete validation of him as a man, as a human. It was something even Mel never did. He kissed Anna softly, and she touched his swollen eye, then pulled him in again, her kisses gentle and sweet.

“Anna, you are just amazing,” he said honestly.

All at once, Mel was not even an afterthought to him, just this beautiful girl, looking at him like he was her world.

“Thanks, Mr. Dawes. I wanted this, you inside me. It fits so perfectly. I had no idea how much I would love it.”

“Really?”

“No shit, I promise.”

He pulled out slowly and pushed Becky onto her back, then pushed into her amazing pussy. She had been rubbing her clit to get herself wet again, and he appreciated it as she was just as tight as Anna. It was another perfect fit. He started stroking into her, then stopped as he pulled her t-shirt off completely. She was a little taller than Anna, so he could reach her smaller breasts easier.

“Wow, tasty,” he said as he sucked them into his mouth.

“I have no breasts,” she answered, sounding unsure.

“Yes, you do, and they are amazing. I love how they are making me hot for you.”

He watched her respond as he set her insecurities aside. Sam was not lying, he loved her tiny breasts. He kept fucking and she started vocalizing her pleasure, bucking under him with her legs and arms wrapped around him. He kept going, this time his fire joining hers as he shot his cum deep in her whilst she writhed under him, begging him to not stop.

Sam might have a smaller cock, but it kept Mel on fire for hours. These two babes will now have his best. The previous night he had watched Kyle slam his wife mercilessly, and she was near catatonic. But right now Sam was doing what he wanted, extracting orgasm after orgasm out of one of the two most beautiful girls he knew, and she was participating, her soft touches adding to his pleasure.

Sam felt wanted, it was something he had not felt for a while but only recognized the lack he had been suffering as he drowned in Becky’s blue eyes. He never sped up too much and kept working Becky’s tight pussy, making sure his cock touched her clit. She wrapped her legs around him as she came again, humping up at him, her eyes rolled back in her head as she rode her orgasm. Her nails raked blood trails on his back. Sam kissed her as she came down, soft, little kisses, teasing the tip of her tongue with his as he made love to her. She noticed the way he looked at her and suddenly could not look away. She looked into love, and it felt like he was reflecting what he felt. For now, she and Anna were deeply in love with their gentle teacher. They had come here, looking for sex. Now they found love, and it happened in less than two hours.

“Wow, you have beautiful eyes,” she said of his soft brown eyes.

“Thanks.” He kissed her, savoring her mouth as he kept pumping, then he came hard in her as she came again. He lay on her, kissing. Anna lay down next to them and he kissed her as well. He pulled out of Becky and entered Anna again, to her shock.

“How many times can you go?” she asked.

“How many times do you want, beautiful Anna?”

“Just a few more cums, Mr. Dawes. Please.”

“Then me again, okay,” Becky asked him with apprehension, catching her breath.

“Okay, Becky. I also want you again.”

Sam made love to Anna again, and she knew she mattered to him as he made sure she was getting the best ever experience and she pulled him into her with her hands on his ass, then she added her claw marks to Becky’s as her best orgasm hit her. He might not be his wife’s first choice, but they have realized he is theirs. Sam made love to them for almost three hours before rolling off Becky for the last time, and them cuddling him from both sides. He relished the workout his cock got and loved the two girls immensely. In three hours he received more validation than seven years with Mellissa. Anna and Becky did not need him, they wanted him.

“Thank you, this was a fantastic start,” Anna said

‘Start?” he asked, surprised.

“Yes, we both love you, and we will be doing this a lot. We really want you. We have been fucked, but today we felt loved Mr. Dawes,” Anna said.

“Okay girls, but we need to keep it quiet, I could go to jail.”

“We know, and we will be careful. I think we need to set up evening lessons too in computer literacy, we will take over from your whore wife.”

“That suits me, girls, I must say, I also only want you guys. She is not even remote competition for you two,” Sam replied truthfully.

“Now, tonight, we need to work out a plan,” Becky said, suddenly all business.

He had told her they were meeting the two men at a club, and Mel had booked a private room for her fucking. Sam suspected he was to be humiliated in front of the other members as his wife got fucked. He had tentatively decided he was not going; Mel can fuck off. After what just happened he had no opinion of her that afforded her any courtesy as a wife.

“Like?” he asked.

“Mini cameras, you need to set them up,” Anna said.

“Why?”

“If she wants a divorce, then we can make her stand down, or make sure she does not clean you out. Infidelity is frowned on in divorces, my dad says,”

Becky’s dad was a divorce lawyer. Sam realized he would have to go to the club, but he knew his wife getting fucked would not be on his mind. These two naked nymphs will be taking residence in all his cognitive thoughts.

“Okay, I have some of those tiny cube cameras, I get your drift,” he answered.

“I know this is bad, but will you mind getting hit again, we need to create a narrative,” Becky said again. Sam smiled at her sweet determinedness, and he made sure to listen to her instructions.

“It hurt when they punched me, I understand. It is to protect me,” Sam answered.

“Yes. And you need to ask her a few questions on camera, like, ‘Will we ever make love again babe?’ kind of things. Make her verbally deny you,” Becky continued, and Sam listened. This kid was setting up a perfect narrative for his escape.

“Okay, I seem to be in school, here.” Sam kissed Becky softly, then Anna.

“Do you think us, little girls?” Anna asked, apprehensively studying his face.

“You are young, obviously, but I do not think silly and stupid.” Sam was not lying: two sixteen-year-olds had more wisdom than his idiot wife.

“Thanks. Remember the cameras and the question. Getting punched is optional,” Becky reiterated.

“Okay, when do I see you again?”

“How needy are you?” Anna giggled.

“Extremely needy, beautiful Anna. I just love holding you like this, but the sex was prodigious. I will always need you two, for my heart and for my desire to make love to you.”

“I assume the fuckers will come here at every single opportunity?” Becky asked, clearly not done with her plan. "Will they come tomorrow?"

“Yes, they use all my stuff, and now my wife.”

“We might have a plan, so be ready.” Sam closed his eyes, hating the fact that two sixteen-year-olds were carrying him now, and yet loving that he was being carried.

“Just don’t get hurt, little ones, I love you too much.”

Sam fucked both of them once more. They got dressed after taking a shower, which proved difficult as they just wanted to kiss each other. Becky and Anna left, and Sam prepared the cameras. They were the size of small cubes and could record up to three hours. Sam bought them on a whim and never had a use, till now. He charged them and made sure the memory chips were empty.

Sam judged that by the previous night’s performance the lovers would be worn out in forty-five minutes at most. Part of him missed the two teens desperately. He definitely was needy for their presence. He set a camera up in his own bedroom as he heard Mel arrive. She was all happy and chatty, acting as if she had not just destroyed his life.

“Mel,” he asked, trying to look hurt. It was difficult because he thought of two beautiful teens. He did not want Melissa to say anything but no to his next question.

“Yes, Sam?” she answered

“After what you said last night, will we ever make love again? Please tell me you were not serious.”

“Not likely Sam. I told you, your cock is just not what I want. But I love you and will stay with you. Please be nice about it, so we can all stay friends.”

“How can you say you love me, and not want to make love to me. Isn’t that what it is about?”

“Sam, be nice about it. If you lose me, what will you have?” Melissa looked at him with contemptuous pity.

‘Two fucking hot teen pussies,’ Sam thought, but he shrugged.

He had already lost Mel, she just did not know it yet. She still thinks the fact that a big cock like Kyle wants her makes her the party queen. Sam felt his disgust with her, and he had to leave before she saw it. He took the camera, downloaded the video, and sent it to Becky. Sam realized that even if the girls never come to him again, their actions from the morning had done a massive act of healing in his soul.

‘Soon she will be begging,’ Becky texted back.

‘I wish I was in you right now my angel,’ he texted back. 

Sam backed the video onto his cloud server and changed his passphrase to ‘MyWifeIsAFuckingWhore’. Sam could not believe his day but understood that he needed to put this shit to rest, so he psyched himself out, working on becoming indifferent.

Sam and Mel left for the club, taking Sam’s Maserati. Sam was considering dropping Mel and returning to Becky and Anna. He felt his cock get hard just at the thought. Sam relished the fact that they had looked at him with such adoration, even with a beat-up face.

“Kyle wants to use your car, Sam,” Mel said, her tone almost commanding.

“No fucking way. He can ride you, not my car, and there will be no discussion, clear?” he growled.

Mel looked at him and knew this is not one she should push. Sam was a softie up to a point, she knew he could go nuclear. Kyle will just need to understand. He has her, not all Sam’s stuff. His comment about Kyle riding her stung a little, but she was less than an hour away from that glorious cock, so she did not really care.

They arrived, the other two were not there yet. They waited in the bar area, which was filling up.

“Sam, buddy. Shit,” Kyle said as he looked at Sam’s very swollen eye when he arrived. Sam did not bother replying, Robert also arrived, seeming far less concerned about his face. They had drinks for about an hour, Sam drinking club soda, and refusing to buy them drinks. Mel decided to let it go, expecting Sam’s recalcitrant mood would take time to subside.

Sam went to the private room whilst she powdered her nose. He placed the cameras carefully to cover every square inch of the room. The others moved to the private room as well.

“So, did Mel ask you about the car?” Kyle said, smiling magnanimously.

“Yes, and the answer is no, Kyle.”

“I could just take it.” Kyle stretched his full height, seven inches taller than Sam.

“Try, see what happens.” Sam was properly defiant, he needed to get punched because Becky asked for it.

Kyle let it go, he had known Sam for too long. Kyle was the upfront fighter, but Sam was a strategist. Kyle knew it could cost him if he pushed the issue. He was already rather concerned about recent events, but Sam seemed different about it as if he had resigned himself to being a cuckold, all for love. Kyle knew that Mel must not deny Sam totally.

“I will fucking take it,” Robert said, and grabbed for the keys. Sam yanked them away. Sam grinned, knowing Robert would perform.

“I said no, cunt,” Sam smiled coldly.

Robert punched him hard, then took the keys, waving them triumphantly. Sam’s mouth was bleeding as Mel came in.

“What the fuck,” she hissed angrily.

“He won’t hand over the keys,” Robert grinned. “Sorry Sam, but you need to know, your rights in the marriage are now ours.”

“Give my keys back Robert, or suffer the consequences.” Sam’s tone chilled Mel. He was borderline rageful. She knew in this mood Sam will set the Maserati on fire before allowing them the pleasure of using it.

“Robert, give the keys back, you are not driving his car,” Mel said, her voice level.

“Why? Everything he owns is ours to use, isn’t it Mel, I mean we have you,” Kyle answered, looking at Sam with a sneer.

‘I will not ask again Robert,” Mel said, “Or we all go home.” Sam knew that would not happen, she wanted cock, and not his. He knew if these two left she would fuck the bar empty.

Robert grimaced. He wanted the car, but that pussy was worth more than a joyride.

“Here wimp.” He threw the keys at Sam, hitting him in the face and splitting his cheek.

“That will be the last time you bully him, both of you. Kyle, I really only want your cock, and I am yours, and by default, Robert can join. But I am a gentlewoman, and will not tolerate meanness. Sam is my husband, and I love him deeply.”

“We got you, sorry Sam. I am a bit of a hothead.” Robert apologized insincerely.

“So Sam, want to try to win a fuck or two back. I know Mel said no, but if you won it in a game, I am sure she will, right babe.” Kyle grinned as he took out the deck of cards, knowing it will not happen for a while, Sam did not see him cheating the previous night.

“Definitely Sam, provided you win it fairly,” Mel said as she helped him up.

“God no, not fucking interested. I will be in the bar, Mel. Come get me when you are done fucking around on me.” Sam got up. Mel frowned at his comment, did he really not want to fuck her? She watched him turn to leave.

“No Sam, you stay,” she said, thinking she will let him fuck her in any case, just to show she did love him.

“You can fuck them, I did not agree to participate. Come get me when you are done.” She saw his defiance rise. Mel had a feeling of unease and was not all that sure she wanted to deny Sam. Her resolve vanished as Kyle started to nibble at her neck.

“Okay Sam, you did say that, and I also really want us to stay together. See you later.” Sam left after she kissed him softly and stroked his swollen eye. He sat at the bar, knowing he was the laughing stock. He held a napkin to his cheek and the bleeding stopped. His other cheek hurt where Robert punched him. Sam felt his resolve grow; Monday he starts divorce proceedings.

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Mel was in a sandwich, being double penetrated, Robert in her ass. She knew they loved fucking her, and she loved it hard. This was amazing, and she loved that Sam was not being a dick. Her pussy belonged to these two cocks.

“I swear, you are by far the hottest woman Sam ever landed,” Kyle groaned, slamming her pussy without mercy.

“Fuck yes, the hottest cunt in the city,” Robert added, they were in absolute heaven, and Mel was giving them a personal tour.

Neither even thought of the pain Sam might be in; he was just a wimp to them, disposable. Sam had hooked his laptop to the wifi of the three cameras, and the video was stored on the laptop as it streamed, as well as on the cameras. It was precautionary if the cameras were discovered. He watched them use his wife any which way, her begging for more, and harder.

“Tell me how much you hate fucking your wimpy husband,” Kyle demanded. Sam rolled his eyes, almost laughing at the fact that Kyle was so insecure.

“Yes yes, fuck Kyle. I hate his cock, I want to throw up just thinking of that noodle in me. Fuck me with a man’s cock, harder!” Mel cried out as her orgasm approached.

Sam knew that even if he got her pussy again it would be too worn. They surprised him by lasting fifteen minutes longer than he predicted. They all came out after sleeping another thirty minutes.

“Get yourself a drink, I just need to use the men’s room.” Sam’s tone was cold as he spoke to Mel, ignoring the other two who were making sure the bar saw their dominance of Sam. It started to dawn on her that she was losing him. Sam excused himself, and retrieved the cameras, then used the toilets. He came back to find Mel surrounded by two different men, Kyle and Robert gone.

“Shall we go?” he asked, fully prepared for her to say no. Then he would leave her in any case. He did not care either way.

“Hey, we are talking to her,” one obvious bull said.

“Yes honey, let's go. I am not a cheap bar whore,” Mel said, but Sam wondered if that was what she wanted. Then he felt the indifference again.

‘Just a cheap whore’ Sam thought. They walked out, and he shot a smile at an actual prostitute, who came over and touched his face, expressing concern. Mel looked at the situation, and the niggling in her got stronger as she realized she had not shown that level of care.

Sam drove the car hard, relishing the sound of the big performance engine and feeling it calm him a little. Mel laughed, as she loved it when he hammered the car. Normally it ended in sex, but not this time. Sam had no plan to fuck her again. They arrived home and he went to his office, sending the video to Becky. It was after ten.

‘At the back door,’ Becky texted, and he rushed to the door, to find her and Anna in their pajamas.

“Hey Mr. Dawes, shit. That looks bad,” Becky said, looking at his face in alarm.

“I will be fine. Isn’t it a bit late to be running around?’ he asked as he kissed each deeply, his lip aching.

“Where is your first aid box?” Anna demanded, and he fetched it. Sam sat down and she started to clean the cuts, straddling him. Her pussy was gently rubbing his hardening cock.

“Ask us if we want to come to swim if she comes in,” Becky said. He nodded then flinched.

“Sorry, this stings a little.”

“Who are you talking to Sam?” Mel asked as she came in. She saw the two kids, and the fact that they had taken over something she should have done for him if she loved him. Mel scowled as she noted Anna’s movements

“Two delinquents out for mischief.”

“Hi, uhm.”

Sam noticed her watching as Anna now gently flexed her hips as she dressed his wounds. Mel looked frustrated

“Becky and Anna. I tutor them on weekends.”

“Ah, your students.” Mel eyed them. ”I was just about to come to do that.”

“No need Mrs. Dawes, almost there. We will take care of Mr. Dawes’ needs,” Anna said, her breath labored. Sam almost laughed at the innuendo.

‘Hey, would you guys like to come to swim tomorrow?” Sam asked.

“Yes, that would be nice, Denise was also wanting to swim, so we can bring her with us.”

“Denise?” Sam asked.

“My older sister, she is a senior.” Anna pursed her lips and closed her eyes as she had a mini orgasm.

“Sure,” Sam recalled the older version of Anna, also remembering how he had stared at her in her cheer outfit many times. By his recollection, Denise was probably the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

“Done, all patched up. You should watch where you walk Mr. Dawes, you seem a little clumsy today.” Anna was flushed, and Mel had seen the orgasm. She was worried now.

“Okay girls, let me walk you home. Thank you for the amazing surprise.” He looked at Mel, who frowned at the slight touches Becky and Anna gave Sam. He walked them out, and as soon as they hit a dark corner they assaulted him with their lips and hands. They had his cock out and Anna mounted him, riding for all her worth until he came in her. Then Becky did the same, also riding a load out of him.

“Much better, some sleepy juice in our pussies,” Becky said with a snicker.

“Until Denise licks it out,” Anna giggled.

“She asked us to bring her a snack,” Becky giggled as she kissed Sam softly.

“Glad to have been of help.”

“Oh, and Denise will be getting you hot in front of them when they get it on with the whore.”

“They might take her by force.”

“We know, as does she. There will be footage if they do, and she will most certainly be saying no, because she also wants your cock, after we told her.”

He walked them to Anna’s house, and they were met by Denise.

“Hi, I am Denise, the sister slash babysitter,” Sam could not believe someone so beautiful could exist. Dark brown hair and blue eyes had him speechless. Sam could not believe the sudden rush, and felt very self-conscious of his injuries now, wishing he could reciprocate her completeness.

“Sam,” he answered.

“Come in, maybe I can get a preview,” Denise said as she pushed her hard body against Sam, eliciting an immediate response. There was no doubt the way she looked at him, both had crashed hard, and the other two saw it and giggled. Sam once again saw absolutely no disgust at the fact that he was beaten up. Sam had a notion that Denise was acting on pent-up emotions. There was no way anybody could look at him that way on their first meeting. A quick glance at the other two showed him that they were extremely nervous regarding this meeting.

“See Becky, I told you. Denise had been watching him for a long time,” Anna said, bringing clarity to Sam.

Denise kissed Sam softly, touching his face, and her brow wrinkled in compassion as she gently touched the swollen parts. Then she gyrated her hips against him and felt his hard cock. That was what she had been dreaming of for ages. She had loved his car, then started to see the beautiful slightly built man that Sam was. Denise desired Sam because she had seen his desire for her. But what was noteworthy about him was that he never leered at her. He never made her feel dirty. Denise always felt beautiful when Sam looked at her.

Denise pulled him to the couch and slipped her pajama pants off as Becky took his cock out. He bent down and started licking Denise’s pussy and she came almost immediately. He lifted and pushed into her.

“Fuck Anna, you are right, this is nice, especially your body, it just feels huggable,” Denise said and surprised Sam with a kiss that conveyed so much more than lust. She touched his swollen eye, and kissed it, showing that she saw beyond it, into the soft brownness that lay inside, the smoldering passion for her.

Sam made gentle love on his knees, then pulled her to the floor, pushing a little deeper. She started cumming hard, her body shaking with the force of her pleasure, and he held her on her high until he couldn’t hold it back, flooding her pussy. He kept going, and he saw her surprise. She stayed on her high as he eventually unloaded again. She had added her scratches to his back as she clawed her last orgasm out of him.

“That was amazing.” Denise was breathless, her face flushed. She had been fucked a few times, and some were really good. Tonight she was fucked in love, and everything else faded.

“I wish I could go longer, but the time is wrong,” Sam groused softly.

“I know, and they told me you have some serious endurance, so maybe if things work out tomorrow, I can also have a demonstration.”

“Any time with you.” Sam kissed her softly, and it felt different. He looked into her eyes.

“Denise?” he whispered, sounding uncertain.

“Yes Sam, it is what I feel too, and I cannot believe it. Just a few more minutes, just look in my eyes, let me feel that.” Sam obliged and felt his cock get hard, and he made love to her again, both knowing this time it was very different. He reluctantly pulled out after cumming a third time in her, and Denise knew he was very conflicted about leaving her; there was no hiding it. She was not just the fuck she was when he pushed into her. Something in them changed. Sam walked back home, caught up in his own thoughts. He found Mel at the kitchen table drinking wine and looking angry.

“So, you have a few lolitas,” she grumbled

“They are sweet kids who know they are safe with me.”

“Very safe.” Mel smiled sympathetically as if saying that he would not get it up, or satisfy anybody with his cock. “You know what is likely going to happen tomorrow, why I invited Kyle?”

“I will have the pool, you have the bedrooms,” Sam snapped, his tone harsh. Mel dialed back her attitude.

“Okay, fair enough.”

She came forward and kissed his cheek, then his lips. He saw her brow furrow as she tasted Denise’s pussy. She looked at Sam and realized he was waiting for her to react. Sam saw as she entertained the possibility that she in fact was replaceable.

“Sam, I really do love you,” she said.

“Yeah, my face is living proof. You chose lust, now you want to love. I offered both. I will sleep in the den,” Sam said as he grabbed a beer, before heading for the den.

He lay on the bed watching television, thinking how his life had changed in two days. He licked his lips, tasting Denise, and he wished he had her in the bed right now so he could give her the full service. He turned the light off and fell asleep. He woke after eight and went upstairs for a shower. Mel was not in the bedroom or bathroom. He quickly showered, then dressed in swim shorts and a t-shirt. He cleaned the pool, then went inside to get coffee and something to eat. Mel was in the living room.

“Morning Mel,” he said as he sat in a chair with a sandwich.

“Morning Sam. We need to discuss some things.”

“Like?”

“You, sleeping around.”

“Oh, I did not realize you had the monopoly on adultery.”

“We discussed my wishes.”

“Okay, here are mine. I am getting some, I like it and I am not giving it up. I love you and will stay with you, but don’t make me choose. About right?” He used her words from Friday night against her and saw her eyes widen at his belligerence.

“I understand,” she answered, uncertain of her power position. She counted on the fact that Sam was a pussy-whipped cuckold, yet nothing in his reaction said that he was even remotely whipped.

Mel realized she needed to rethink. She loved Sam, but his words from last night stung. He was not the submissive she had hoped, because he was right. He offered her love and lust. She was irritable with herself. Why did she suck Kyle’s cock? She sucked it because it was glorious, but now, things were becoming complicated, and she did not have the full control she thought she had. Sam getting new pussy had completely ruined her plans.

“So, still want to talk about it?”

“No, we are good.” Mel shook her head, knowing she needed to think after Kyle and Robert went home. She needed to make a decision, who to pick.

“No, we are not, but it is what it is.”

Sam got up. It was Sunday, but he called his lawyer and appraised him of the situation.

“I will prepare documentation for you,” the lawyer answered.

“Thanks. She says she loves me, but I am not sure this can be classified as love.”

They ended the call and he set the barbecue up to make burgers for the girls, who arrived at eleven. Sam swam with them in the pool, joking and laughing. Mel came and sat outside, watching how relaxed they were with Sam. She did not miss the intimate looks Sam and Denise shared and she wanted to find out what exactly was going on. She also frowned at the scratches on his back. It was clear that someone had been given pleasure by Sam, and she knew how much he could give. Then she heard the doorbell and scowled. Kyle and Robert came in.

“Hey, Sam,” Kyle greeted, eyeing the kids. Robert greeted, and it was clear he wanted a go at Denise. She shook her head disapprovingly and saw his flash of anger.

“I won’t be joining you guys watching the game,” Sam said.

“Just for a little, please?” Mel said, hoping to subdue him again, maybe get him to participate.

“No Mel, I do not want to neglect my guests,” Sam saw the frustration on Robert’s face as he looked Denise over again. They went inside.

“Sam, I have a plan. And it could work better if you go inside,” Denise said.

“I respect you, but no my angel. I have you, and I have these two beauties. I also have more than enough for a divorce.”

“But they hurt you,” Anna said, as she floated closer and kissed Sam softly, her eyes searching his. She smiled as she saw his love for her.

“And my revenge will be to live the best life possible with you at my side Denise. There is just too much room for us to do things we cannot come back from. Tomorrow I will file for divorce.”

“Why?” Sam studied Denise, and there was only one answer.

“To be with you, Denise. Nothing that happened this weekend matters compared to meeting you, and the love you three have given me. Her whoring pales. It hurt a lot, but then Becky and Anna started the healing. You are restoring me, Denise. And the three of you make me feel loved.”

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