I’m still of a mind that this is a romance story but, perhaps, not in the traditional sense. In the end though it is just that, a story and not real life.
If you haven’t read parts 1 & 2, I suggest you do, to fully understand what has happened, before reading part 3.
As always comments, constructive and critical, are welcome.
Enjoy.
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There is always a choice
Part 3
Hurrying up the stairs to their first floor flat Samantha glanced around her nervously, hoping that none of her neighbours saw her arriving home in last night’s dress. Turning her key in the lock she pushed the front door open and wondered exactly what sort of reaction she was going to get from her husband.
“Babe. Are you ok? I’ve been so worried.” Ben leapt up off the sofa as soon as his wife came through the doorway, “What happened? Did he…. you know?”
Her intention had been to rip into him, but as soon as she saw him that plan went out of the window. It was obvious he had barely slept and looked so dejected and miserable that Sam just couldn’t bring herself to do it, even though he thoroughly deserved it.
Instead, she flopped down onto the sofa, her blue dress riding up around the tops of her thighs, and just looked at him without speaking.
“Do you want a coffee?” He asked hesitantly, obviously expecting her to rant at him over what had happened.
“Sure, why not.” She sighed resignedly, despite the fact that she wanted him to go, she decided it could wait till later.
Leaning back, she was unable to suppress the feeling of sexual contentment that filled her after her incredible erotic liaison with Rob Howell the previous night.
“I’m sorry… I’m really, really sorry… you’re right it’s all my fault.”
A stumbling apology was about all he could manage to mumble before he scurried off into the kitchen.
Waiting for him to make the coffee Samantha sat and stared at the wall wondering just what she was going to do now.
She knew she needed some time to get her life together.
‘What would she do about Rob’s suggestion to become a whore?’
‘How was she going to cover the rent or bills with Ben gone?
There was no way she was going to put up with his gambling any longer, she was sure of that at least. But once she was on her own what was the next step for her? She needed a job but could she accept Rob’s proposition and actually become an escort?
And then, if she did that, what about his comment that there were other opportunities she might want to consider.
‘What sort of openings was he talking about?’
“Coffee babe.”
Ben returned with two mugs and interrupted her deliberations.
“Thanks, but I’m not your babe anymore.” She took the cup without really looking at him.
He ignored her comment, “What happened last night? Did he…”
Sitting down on the sofa next to her he looked at her, his expression one of absolute desolation.
“It’s no longer any of your business.” Sam responded a little more acerbically than she actually intended, “We’re not together anymore, I told you I don’t love you.”
“Please Sam…. I need to know if…”
“If he fucked me? Or maybe if he’s bigger than you? Is that what you want me to tell you?” She glared at him balefully, “Is it?”
“I… I love you Sam. Can’t we….”
His forlorn look of abject misery almost made her feel sorry for him until she thought back to how his gambling had ruined her life and destroyed her dreams.
“Can’t we what?”
Ben stared disconsolately down at his feet, “Try again?”
Sam snorted in disgust, “So you can throw even more money down the drain and put us even deeper in debt. I don’t think so.”
“Please….” He whispered wretchedly, “I’ll stop… I… I’ll have therapy. Anything you want.”
She stared at him in disbelief, his pathetic pleading making her want to punch him after all the heartache he had put her through.
“No, Ben it’s too late. And yes, he did fuck me. Last night and twice this morning, just so you know.” She stated contemptuously wanting to hurt him, “And he has the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.”
Ben stared at her for a second before getting up and stumbling away into the bathroom where, moments later, she heard the sound of him throwing up.
Waiting until he returned, she sipped her hot coffee and tried not to feel guilty as she made a mental list of all the things that she needed to do later that day.
He looked pale when he eventually came back into the room.
“Please Sam, can’t we at least talk about what’s happened?”
Samantha nodded, “Sure. I’ll go and get changed then we can sit down and talk properly but I still want us to separate Ben.”
Getting up she took her mug through to the bedroom and took off her blue dress changing into jeans and a casual top. Then she put her long hair up into a pony tail before slowly making her way back to the living room, dreading the discussion that she knew they needed to have.
Returning to the lounge she perched on the edge of the couch and waited, nervously fiddling with her cup, watching her husband as he gazed back at her. Neither of them spoke for a minute or two as they sat and considered the situation they were in.
“So, what now?” Ben finally broke the profound silence that had settled over them.
Sam shrugged indifferently, “I want you to move out so I can try to get my life back together.”
“But what if I promised….”
“For fuck’s sake, no more promises Ben. You’ve broken so many and I’m fed up hearing them. I don’t love you anymore.”
His downcast countenance made it plain to her that he understood she meant what she said.
“But I love you Sam… I mean it.” He tried to hold her hand but she pulled away, “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Maybe you would, but I’m not sure if I’ve really loved you for a long time now.”
“So, you… you’re going to leave me for… for Rob?” Ben suddenly blurted out.
“What? Where did you get that idea from?” She looked at him in total amazement.
His desolate expression said everything to her but he still put it into words.
“I’ve heard about his reputation and you…. you said he was…. big. Besides that, you said it was all my fault.”
“Let me be clear, I’m not going anywhere with Robert Howell. I want to be on my own.” She told him firmly, absolutely certain that she didn’t mean it, “And yes, it is all your fault.”
Ben looked totally crestfallen at her statement but nodded his agreement.
Taking a deep breath Sam continued, “You are a complete tosser for getting us into this mess and maybe one day I’ll forgive you but right now I… I just don’t want you. I can’t take any more of your lies and your gambling.”
The surprise in his eyes was genuine at the comment she might forgive him eventually.
“As far as Rob Howell goes, yes he has a very big cock. Certainly, the biggest I’ve ever had inside me. Although I’ve only yours and two others to compare him to.”
She was brutally honest, knowing her words would be a complete put down to him.
“Oh… then…” He started to interrupt her but she held up her hand to stop him.
“Let me finish. He fucked me last night and twice this morning and he came in me every time.” Sam tried to keep her little speech as basic as possible, “And before you ask, yes he made me come, certainly more than anyone else ever has.”
“So… you… you prefer him… to… to me.” Her husband stared at her and stammered hesitantly.
“Right now, I don’t prefer anyone but if I had to choose who I had sex with then yes, I’d let Rob fuck me.”
“I’m sorry, it’s…. it’s just that I…. I don’t want to lose you.” Ben stated quietly.
“It’s a bit late for that.” Samantha responded bitterly, “You don’t want to lose me but you were happy to gamble away our money and for me to sleep with him?”
He blushed scarlet at his wife’s comment and squirmed in his seat.
Glancing down at the front of his pants she was surprised to see his erection tenting out the material.
“Oh my god, it’s turning you on even now!” Sam exclaimed deeply shocked at this unexpected revelation.
His hands dropped to cover his bulge and he flushed a deeper shade of crimson.
“I… I… yes… it is.” He eventually admitted.
Suddenly she felt a little better over what had happened with Rob.
Quietly contemplating what had just been said between the two of them she sat and wondered what it might mean for her future.
“This doesn’t change anything. I still want us to separate Ben, I can’t deal with your gambling addiction. I need time on my own.” Sam finally broke the silence that had descended over them again.
“You just want time to fuck him, don’t you?” Her husband’s retort was both angry and miserable.
“Yes.” The answer she gave him was softly spoken and she didn’t look up at him, “If I want to then yes, I’ll fuck him again and then again.”
Pausing for a moment she continued, “He’s an arrogant, egotistical arsehole and when you hear the rest of what I have to say you might not be so aroused by all this.”
“Why? What happened?” Ben suddenly wanted to know.
Biting her lip nervously Sam told him, filling him in with everything Rob had said to her.
“What? I don’t understand.” Her husband looked confused as she stopped for a moment to let her words sink in.
Taking a deep breath, she finished what she had to tell him, “He just wanted to add me to his list. He doesn’t especially want me again. In fact, he said I was just another little scrubber.”
Even as she said it, she wondered what the situation between her and Rob Howell really was. He had called her a scrubber for sure but he had also told her he would be there when she called.
‘What had he meant when he said he’d be there?’
‘He had said she was very, very fanciable. Did that mean he actually fancied her?’
“Why did he have to be so bloody sexy?’
“Sam?” Her husband’s voice pulled her back from the thoughts that had suddenly occupied her attention.
“What?”
Ben looked as puzzled as his wife had been, “What do you mean? Where does it leave us?”
She shrugged, “I’m not sure exactly. He suggested I start stripping at one of his friend’s clubs or become an escort, it even sounded like he might pimp me out to his… his business associates.”
“You mean like a… a prostitute?” Ben exclaimed incredulously.
“He preferred the term escort but yes, pretty much like a prostitute I guess.” Came back her surprisingly calm response.
“What… but… I… I… you… you’re not going to do it, are you?” He finally managed to utter a coherent sentence.
“I don’t really have any other option, do I? Interest will accrue monthly on the amount of outstanding debt unless I do something, so the more I do the quicker it will get paid off.” Samantha said with total resignation in her voice, “And if I don’t do anything… well he’ll come after you and then maybe me.”
“Oh fuck, we’re really in the shit, aren’t we?” He said before he could stop himself.
Her eyes opened wide in total surprise at his words.
“You’ve finally fucking realised that have you?” Her response was heavy with sarcasm, “You really are the biggest dickhead in the fucking world, do you know that?”
Staring at his feet his answer was so soft she barely heard it, “Yes.”
The conversation had given her an awful lot to think about and made her completely forget about the reason why she had been so angry with her husband in the first place. Deciding to halt the discussions at that point, although Ben wanted to continue, Sam knew she needed some time to consider everything that had happened.
“I think you should go Ben. I… I still have some feelings for you but I meant what I said… I don’t love you and I can’t do this anymore.”
“But what if I promise…..”
“For fuck’s sake Ben. No more promises that only get broken. I couldn’t stand that again.”
Samantha knew she had to stay strong for her own sanity.
“Please Sam…. I love you. Can’t we…”
She began to cry, tears trickling down her cheeks, “I’m sorry Ben…. if we try to stay together, I’ll end up hating you.”
He looked at her sadly, “I know… it’s my fault. I’ll…. I’ll pack some stuff and…”
“Where will you go?”
Ben shrugged dejectedly, “I have a couple of mates I can bunk in with for a while, at least until I find somewhere more permanent.”
Sam nodded, wiping her eyes, “Will you stay for dinner?”
“Sure.” He smiled pitifully, “I still need to eat.”
Leaving him to get himself sorted out and pack she busied herself in the kitchen preparing dinner and was still there when he eventually came in a couple of hours later.
“I’ve taken all the stuff I need for the moment. Can I come back for the rest sometime?” He enquired poking his head around the door, “Or am I forgiven?”
Sam put down the knife she was using to prepare the vegetables and walked across to her husband, slipping her arms about his neck.
“Maybe one day Ben but right now no, you’re not.”
Going up on tiptoe she kissed his cheek.
“So, where will you go?”
“I’ve talked to Mark and he said I can stay there for now.”
“Ok, well dinner will just be a few minutes.” She released him and went back to what she had been doing, “Let me finish up and then we can talk while we’re eating.”
He left her alone to complete their meal and then joined her at the table about twenty minutes later when dinner was ready.
“So, is there any way I can be involved in your life? I know you’ll be doing whatever and sleeping with Rob.” He asked her as soon as they had sat down.
She considered her response, “I’m not absolutely sure. Obviously, I want you to try to pay back whatever you can but aside from that I can’t think of anything.”
“You will be fucking him then?”
Sam shrugged coldly, “I might but I really don’t know, Ben. It’s my life now and, for the foreseeable future, you have no say in it.”
“I’ll pay in whatever I can to the joint account. It’s the least I can do.”
“Thanks.” She didn’t know what else she could say.
‘Would Rob want to fuck her again?’
‘If he did, would she sleep with him?’
‘Why couldn’t she get thoughts of Rob Howell out of her head?’
They continued to eat in silence, both wrapped up in their own thoughts of what the future might mean for them.
“Do you want a hand with the washing up?” Her husband asked when he eventually put down his knife and fork.
“No, I think it’s best that you go. There’s no sense in us dragging this out any longer.”
His expression told her how wretched he felt, “Yeah, I suppose you’re probably right.”
Escorting him to the door she forced herself to suppress the urge to give in and tell him he could stay. She knew that if she capitulated now things would just go back to the way they were and he would never change.
“Goodbye Sam.” He said unhappily, standing in the open doorway.
“Goodbye Ben.”
With a final hug and a kiss on the cheek she stepped back allowing him to pick up his two bags.
“You’ll let me know when you want to pick up more stuff?” Sam asked.
He looked at her hopelessly, “Of course. I wouldn’t want to walk in on you and Rob shagging.”
“Please Ben….”
“I’m sorry I…. It doesn’t matter… goodbye Sam.” He turned and walked away down the stairs leaving her to close the door behind him.
After clearing everything away Samantha spent the remainder of the evening nursing a glass or two of wine and alternating between crying for the mess her life was in and wondering what she was going to do in the coming week.
She was still on edge, half expecting a text or a call from Rob and when she didn’t hear from him her relief was tinged with a feeling of tangible disappointment.
‘Should she ring him and ask him to arrange an audition?’
‘Could she go through with it and actually have sex for money?’
“What if Rob didn’t want her again?’
‘Did she want him?’
She felt she had no real alternative; she needed a job that would pay her well enough to start repaying her husband’s debt. And, if she was absolutely honest, the thought of fucking Rob again was making her wet between her legs.
She eventually went to bed at half past eleven, without reaching any sort of decision, and spent a couple of hours staring despairingly at the ceiling before she fell asleep.
~~~~~~~~oOo~~~~~~~~~~
It was an extremely loud, continuous hammering on the front door that woke Sam a lot earlier than she wanted at just after eight o’clock the following morning.
“What the fuck!” She mumbled as she dragged herself, still half-asleep, out of bed and pulled on a long baggy t-shirt to cover her nakedness.
‘Bang…. Bang…. Bang!’
The urgent thumping continued.
“Ok, ok…. I’m coming.” Barely awake she stumbled out of the bedroom going straight to the flat’s entrance, forgetting to put the security chain on in her confusion as she opened the door.
“Where’s your bloody husband?”
The door was shoved open and she found herself confronted by Shaheer their landlord, standing glaring at her with two large thuggish looking men behind him.
“What… he’s… he’s not here… we…”
“Don’t fucking lie to me bitch.” He pushed roughly past her followed by his two accomplices, both of whom openly leered at her as they walked in behind him.
“Hey, you can’t do this.” Sam started to protest.
The angry little man rounded on her, waving a piece of paper, “Your three months overdue with your rent. I want you out by five o’clock.”
“We… no… it’s not possible… we can’t be.” She stood open-mouthed in total shock at his statement.
“It’s all here.” He shoved the paper into her hand and stomped off to look through the flat.
Completely stunned Samantha stood and read the document he had given her, no longer bothering to object to the landlord’s intrusion. It clearly stated that no rent had been paid for three months and that Ben had agreed that all outstanding monies, plus interest, would be settled by today.
Hardly able to comprehend what was written in front of her she leant against the doorframe to stop herself falling to the floor.
‘The bastard had spent the rent money to feed his habit.’
‘What else had Ben done that she didn’t know about?’
‘Where was she going to go now, she was homeless?’
“So, how much do we owe you?” Trying hard not to break down and cry at this latest disaster Sam enquired.
“Three thousand two hundred and fifty. That’s 3 months back rent plus fees and interest.” He told her tersely, “And I want you gone by five o’clock today.”
“Isn’t there some way…” She let the sentence trail off as she realised that she had no money to pay him.
His leer made it obvious what he thought she was offering.
“Maybe? I could even arrange some business for you.”
He stepped closer pushing his face into hers and pressing his hand against her breast, his fingers moulding around her tit.
“Wha… what?”
“You could always work off what you owe me.” His chuckle sounded disgusting, “On your back.”
For a moment she stood, dazed and bewildered, letting him grope her soft mound through the thin material of the t-shirt.
‘Isn’t this what she would be doing if she became a whore? Letting someone she loathed touch her.’
The thought immediately sprang into her mind as the vile little man felt up her girls.
“What…. no… no… I didn’t mean that.” Sam stammered suddenly realising what he was doing and shoved him away as she started to panic.
Shaheer, the landlord, laughed at her very obvious discomfort.
“Then get out… by five or we’ll come and throw you onto the street.”
Unable to speak she simply nodded and closed the door behind the three men when they left.
Almost as soon as they had gone Sam crumpled into a heap on the floor and began to sob uncontrollably.
‘You fucking bastard Ben. What have you done to me?’
‘What am I going to do now? Even further in debt she was about to be made homeless.’
Her husband had really outdone himself this time. Not only was she in debt to Rob Howell she was now about to be evicted from her home and put out on the street. In that instant she made up her mind, determining to divorce him as soon as she got herself straight.
It was a good ten minutes later that she finally pushed herself up off the floor and, wiping her eyes, she reached for her phone to do the only thing she could think of doing.
“Hello Rob, it’s… it’s Sam…. Sam Warrington….”
For the next few minutes, between bouts of tears, she explained her situation to Robert Howell while he listened patiently.
“Ok, don’t do anything sweetheart. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” He told her once she had finished and dissolved into another fit of almost hysterical sobbing.
Putting her phone down and, pulling herself together, she went to make coffee, wondering what she was going to do now. She had no idea why she rang Rob other than the fact she was already in debt to him so maybe she could borrow another three thousand.
Sitting on the settee with a half-empty mug in her hand she jumped, startled, when there was a knock at the front door.
“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.” Sam said, starting to cry again, as soon as she let him in.
“It’s ok babe.” He took her in his arms and she buried her face in his chest weeping despairingly, “We’ll sort it out. Don’t worry.”
Guiding her back to the couch he sat down next to her and took the papers the landlord had left with her, taking a few minutes to read them through.
He finished reading and looked straight at her, “I guess the first thing to do is negotiate with this creep to pay off your debt to him.”
“If you could lend it to me…. yes, I suppose so.”
Rob grinned and brushed her hair back from her face, “I think I can do better than that babe. Why don’t you start packing up your stuff while I go and talk to him?”
“But I’ve got nowhere to go.” Sam protested weakly.
“You’re coming to stay at mine for a while. No strings. You can have one of the guest bedrooms.”
“I…. I… don’t know what…” She stared at him completely bewildered, “But you….”
He grinned at her with amusement, “I know you had me down as some sort of supercilious, egotistical prick, didn’t you?”
Samantha blushed and nodded, “I’m sorry… I guess I did.”
“I really like you Sam, you’re a nice girl and great in bed. Plus, I respect what you’re doing for your husband.” Rob continued charmingly, “I just want to help you out. No conditions other than you pay me back.”
She looked at him blankly not knowing what to say.
“And we’ll forget the interest on the loan.” He winked cheekily making her smile for the first time that morning, “Now go and start packing while I nip upstairs and sort out your landlord.”
Doing as she was told Sam finished her coffee and, dragging out all the items of luggage she could find plus a few bin bags, she began sorting out her things. Fortunately, it was mostly her clothes plus a few personal items and keepsakes, most of the furniture had come with the flat.
She was part way through organising everything into bags when Rob returned.
“What… what did he say?” She asked hesitantly.
“Make me a coffee please babe.” He smiled, following her into the kitchen, “And then I’ll tell you.”
“So, what happened?” Pouring him a mug from the percolator she looked at him questioningly.
“We had a friendly little chat and I suggested he should settle for fifteen hundred.”
Samantha’s eyes widened in surprise, “And… just like that… he agreed?”
“Let’s just say I introduced myself and explained that you were a good friend of mine.”
“Oh!” Was all she could think of to say, imagining how Rob might have intimidated her landlord.
“Now let’s get you packed up and out of this shit hole.” He swallowed a mouthful of coffee and gave her a playful slap on her behind.
“Ow!”
She giggled like a schoolgirl and blushed, a tingle of heat immediately forming at the top of her legs as she led him through to the bedroom.
They spent the best part of the day sorting out all of Sam’s possessions and, making two trips in his car, ferrying them over to Robs house, dumping everything in one of his double bedrooms.
Once she had everything there, she spent a couple of hours sorting her things into drawers and the large built-in wardrobe. So, it was close to seven o’clock by the time she was done and finally reappeared downstairs to find Rob in his kitchen.
“I was going to suggest going to dinner somewhere, but I’m hungry and it’s getting late so how about I order us a pizza and we can open a bottle of wine?”
“Err… yeah sure… that sounds great.”
She stared at the table, remembering how he had fucked her to multiple orgasms on it just a couple of days previously, as once again Rob Howell totally surprised Samantha with his thoughtfulness and charm.
Thirty minutes later the pair of them were seated in his living room with a glass of wine each, eating pizza straight from the box.
“Have you made a decision about what you’re going to do?” Rob asked part way through his second slice.
“No. Not till now anyway.” Sam took a breath and answered as honestly as she could.
“And now?” He raised an eyebrow enquiringly.
“I don’t have much choice, do I? No home, no money, no husband and God knows how much in debt I am.”
“There’s always a choice Samantha. But for what it’s worth I’ll support you as much as possible, whatever you decide.”
Once again, she wondered about the change in him. He had seemed such an arsehole on the Sunday morning and now he was being absolutely enchanting. She knew she would have to be careful, if he kept on being like this, she could find herself in trouble.
“What do you think I should do?” She bit her lower lip coyly as she sought his advice.
“For now… nothing. You’ve had a hell of a time recently so you need to relax.”
“But I owe you…”
“Forget about it for now. I’ve put all that on hold. Just stay here, no strings and get your head round everything.” He put his arm around her and she rested her head on his shoulder.
“But eventually… when I…. I…”
He pushed a few strands of blonde hair back from her face.
“Honestly, with a body like yours, you’ll make plenty from private dances and the like. But you could make a lot more on your back.”
She studied him, wondering exactly what he was after from her, aside from payment of their debt.
“I know what you’re thinking so before you ask, I meant it when I said no strings. Like I said you’re welcome to stay as long as you want, there’s no hidden agenda.” He took his arm away and went back to his pizza as she sat up and contemplated her future.
They continued to eat, mostly in silence now, as Samantha considered what Rob had said to her and what she was going to do about his offer to get her an audition at one of his friend’s clubs.
“Why?” She finally spoke again.
He looked at her quizzically, “Why what?”
“Why are you doing this for me? You hardly know me.”
His smile sent a shiver of arousal through her, “I like you, Sam. You’ve got a lot of balls and I really respect that.”
“Is that all?” She looked up diffidently from under her lowered lashes.
“You’re amazing in bed, unlike any girl I’ve ever known, if that’s what you mean but there’s no expectation from me. Like I said you’re welcome to stay as long as you like with no conditions.”
She mulled this statement over for a minute. He had emphasised it several times now and she found she believed him.
“I’m going to take a shower and turn in if you don’t mind.” Finishing her last mouthful Sam picked up the empty pizza box, “It’s getting late and I’ve had a long day.”
“I probably will too, in a minute. Like you said it’s been a busy day.”
She paused in the doorway and turned back towards him, “Thank you, for today and the rent and everything.”
“It’s not a problem Samantha. It was my pleasure.” His smile was warm and friendly but the tingle that went through her pussy was completely sexual.
~~~~~~~~~~oOo~~~~~~~~~~
When she came out of the shower Sam was still utterly confused about Rob and his offer. She had always had him down as a misogynistic arsehole and then, all of a sudden, he had turned into her prince charming on a white charger.
Standing in her room she dropped her towel and, taking a deep breath, she made a decision and went to her drawer. Selecting a black lace thong and matching bra she slipped on the underwear and brushed out her long blonde hair before opening her bedroom door.
Pausing she took another breath as she again contemplated what she was about to do.
Rob had made it clear she was under no obligation to him, other than to eventually pay off her debts, but she couldn’t help but think about the Saturday night she had spent in his bed.
‘Why did she find him so sexy?’
‘What if he rejected her? It would be humiliating.’
‘Sex with him had been amazing though.’
She made up her mind, she wanted more.
It was then in that moment that she realised that she was falling for Robert Howell.
Tiptoeing down the hallway she took a deep breath and quietly opened his door and crept across the room, pulling back the duvet to slip in to his bed next to him.
“Sam!” He rolled onto his side to face her, “What are you doing?”
She bit her lip hesitantly, suddenly terrified that he would laugh and reject her, “Please… I… I… want you to fuck me.”
“You don’t have to do this. I meant it when I said I have no expectations.”
“I know.” Her voice was soft as she stared into his eyes and offered herself to him, “But…. but I want to.”
“What about Ben?” Brushing strands of blonde hair gently back from her face he asked her.
“We’re finished. I’ve put up with his gambling for long enough. It’s cost me everything.”
“Are you really sure you want this?”
She nodded biting her lip again, “Yes, I want you inside me. Please… please don’t reject me.”
“That would never happen, you’re bloody gorgeous.” He declared with a grin, “But be warned I’m going to fuck your brains out until you can’t walk straight.”
She giggled sexily as he pulled her against him, kissing her firmly, then reaching behind her to unfasten her bra so he could expose her pert breasts to his gaze and then his hands.
“Aaaaahhhhh… yes, touch me… like that.” She gasped as he began to torment her swollen nipples sending waves of delight radiating out from the puckering areola.
Her own fingers wrapped around his erection, that was now jutting out from his groin like a spear, ready to impale her.
Dropping his lips down to suckle on her modest girls, he switched from one sensitive nub to the other, listening to her gasp again, as she stroked her small fist along his erect shaft.
“Oh God… yes, yes…. oh yes, yes…. oh Rob!” Her body was already trembling with arousal when his hand slid into her panties and he eased a thick finger into her wet slit.
Continuing to kiss her he fingered her pussy, feeling her shudder in response, her hand tightening its grip on his hard, throbbing prick as it caressed up and down its length.
“Please…. fuck me…. I need you inside me Rob.” She groaned into his mouth, her body undulating against his.
Grinning he eased his fingers out of her, lifting them to his nose and immersing himself in her scent before reaching for her thong.
“Oh!” Samantha squealed and giggled as her panties were roughly yanked down her legs leaving her laying naked in his bed.
Both of them were to wound up to wait and her legs pushed out wide as he mounted her, his hard cock sliding straight up into her shaven, gushing, slit.
For a fraction of a second her mind went back to the conversation with her husband about her wanting to fuck Rob again. She had lied to him when she had said she didn’t know?
“Oh, fuck yes, fuck me… fuck me…. just fuck me!” Sam pulled herself against him, drawing her knees back as his hard length slammed all the way up into her soaked cunt.
With her arms wrapped around his neck, drawing his lips down to hers yet again, he sheathed his iron hard prick inside her dispelling any thoughts of Ben from her brain.
“Fucking hell Sam, you’re soaked.” Rob couldn’t help but comment on how wet she was.
Pulling back, he held his cockhead in her entrance and then began to thrust steadily, quickly settling into an easy rhythm, his large thick cock sliding back and forth just between her pink puffy labia.
“Take me, just take me… please… I want you to fuck me, Rob.” She whimpered, her hips grinding up to meet his long deep strokes as he repeatedly drove his manhood into her.
Plunging deeper he buried his length to the root again and again, splitting her wide open and forcing her creamy juices out around the base of his shaft. While underneath Sam’s writhing form, the bed creaked softly in time with Rob’s regular thrusts. The sound mingling with his heavy breathing and her guttural moans.
“Oh God yes… yes, oh yes… oh Rob…. Oh God… oh God!” Samantha was almost incoherent, crying out with pleasure as the sensations expanded rapidly inside her.
Arching her body upwards her tits were crushed to his chest while her legs wrapped around him.
“That’s it baby, let it go…. cum for me.” He grunted continuing to drive his wood into her juicy slit as she bucked up off the bed, mashing her hips against his.
“Shit… oh shit…. oh Rob…. I’m…. cummmmmiiinnnggggggggggg!”
Her eyes opened wide and she shrieked with pleasure as her orgasm took hold of her.
Holding her until she stopped jerking, Rob withdrew his length from her body and flipped her over onto her hands and knees, before driving his glistening shaft back into her waiting hole.
“Oh fuck…. yessssssssssssss…. Oh Rob…yes, yes, yes… fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
With his dick spearing her cunt he grabbed her blonde mane, yanking back hard and pulling her head up, as he began to fuck the young blonde even more vigorously.
“You want it like this do you bitch?” Grunting he pistoned his length between her pussy lips, his hips slapping her firm rounded arse loudly with every stroke.
“Yes, oh yes… fuck me harder… fuck me hardeerrrrrrrrrrrr!”
Her squeals grew louder with every thrust and, lost in the moment, Sam knew she was close to cumming again.
“Unhhh… aaahhh… unhhhh… shit I’m nearly there.” Pounding into her, Rob gasped, his erection starting to throb desperate to release his load into her belly.
“Fuck… oh fuck.” She pushed back against him, her pussy clenching on his cock, “Ohhhhh… shit, shit…. cum with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
As another massive orgasm took her over the top for the second time, he sunk his length balls deep in her. His manhood spasming as he spurted a copious load of his seed into her fertile womb.
“Oh, fuck Sam… Ohhhhhhhh…. God!” Groaning with pleasure he collapsed onto her pressing her down flat on the bed, his dick pulsing as he dribbled even more cum inside her.
Slowly regaining his composure, he rolled off her and lay back, breathing easier as she turned onto her side and cuddled in to him.
They lay like this for a few minutes, neither of them speaking.
“Fucking hell, you really are something else Sam.” He finally broke the contented silence that had settled over them.
She giggled nervously, running her fingers gently across his chest and through the hair covering it, as she gazed up into his eyes.
“You…. you can have me whenever you want.”
“I might just have to take you up on that.” Grinning his arm encircled her and pulled her tighter against him.
“Only might?”
His fingers lightly caressed her shoulder while his free hand brushed her hair away from her face.
“Ok, I’ll definitely take you up on that.” He told her with a lustful chuckle.
Thoughtfully she turned to look up at him, “Do you really think I should become a stripper or an escort?”
Rob considered her question for a moment before answering.
“Sam. I’ve lived most of my life on the fringes of the law. All my previous girlfriends were either prostitutes or strippers so I don’t know anything else. I’m probably not the best person to advise you because of that but if I’m being totally honest with you, I don’t see any other way that you’re going to be able to pay me back if you don’t do something like that.”
‘Girlfriend, he said girlfriend?’,
She let herself focus on one specific thing that he had said, the one thing that made her pulse race.
“Is that what I am? Your girlfriend?” Her voice was little more than a whisper as she asked the question, dreading what his answer might be.
“Well, you’re living in my house and you’re in my bed and I…. I…” He stammered seemingly lost for words, “… like you a lot.”
“I… I like you too Rob…. a lot.”
Snuggling contentedly against him Samantha now reflected on what else he had said to her.
“Which do you think?”
“It’s your choice?” He told her bluntly, “But I suggest for now you do nothing, just take your time and get over the last few days.”
Samantha laid her head on his chest, trailing her fingers lightly across his abs, “Ok, if you say so.”
Gradually his breathing slowed and she lay for a few minutes, contentedly feeling the rise and fall of his body until she fell asleep herself.
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Samantha soon settled into a life of happy domesticity living with Rob and she quickly realised, without a shadow of a doubt, that she had fallen for him. It had never been like this with Ben, even when they were first married, and as the days went by, she knew she was completely and utterly besotted with him.
While she was happy to spend some of her time alone during the days when he went off to do whatever he did she did get a little bored. She thought about getting herself a job but then the spectre of becoming an escort to pay off her debt returned and she put the idea aside.
However, she always ate with Rob in the evening; either at home when she cooked or at a restaurant when he took her to dinner. And, of course, every night she was in his bed.
Life was everything she had ever imagined it would be when she had married Ben and, now she had it, albeit with another man, one she was head over heels in love with.
Aside from cooking and a little housework Sam didn’t have very much else to occupy her time. So, to give her something to do during the day Rob had added her onto his gym membership at a leisure facility at a nearby luxury hotel. That way she could go for a swim or take some exercise classes if she wanted.
After a couple of weeks of being by herself Sam had done all the things she could think of and decided to try the gym. Hurriedly packing her trainers, workout gear and swimming costume before she could change her mind, she set off on the fifteen-minute stroll to get there.
Relieved to find it was almost empty Samantha got changed and wandered into the fitness room, looking around and feeling more than a little lost.
“Hi, are you new?”
One of the instructors immediately spotted her and came over to introduce themselves.
“Err… yeah, it’s my first time here.” Sam admitted rather ruefully.
The pretty brunette trainer smiled and held out her hand, “I’m Sarah. Let me show you around.”
“Oh right… oh sorry I’m Samantha or Sam.” She responded taking the other girl’s hand in hers.
For the next hour or more the two of them wandered around the gym.
They were soon chatting like old friends as Sarah introduced her to the various pieces of equipment and set out a basic program for Samantha to follow.
“Do you have time for a coffee?” Sarah asked once they had finished, “I’m due a break.”
“Oh… yeah sure. That would be nice.” Slightly taken by surprise Sam mumbled a reply.
Sitting down in the hotel’s café with their cappuccino’s the pair continued to chat easily. Sam soon found out that her new instructor friend had only recently moved to the area and didn’t really know anyone. In return, she gave Sarah a brief summary of her own situation; that she was separated from her husband and currently living with her new boyfriend.
As she said it Sam felt a strange tightening in her tummy.
‘Boyfriend.’
It was the first time she had used the term when speaking to someone and it made her feel all warm and more than a little peculiar when she thought about it.
A while later they finished their drinks and said goodbye to each other, Sarah going back to work while Sam went off to do some shopping before heading home but not before they had agreed to meet again the next day.
Over the next four weeks or so the two girls quickly became good friends, meeting at the gym and, on occasion, also getting together outside of that to have coffee. Not having a partner or any friends in the area Sarah was keen to go out in the evening and suggested it several times but, apart from a couple of uneventful trips to the hotel’s bar for a glass or two of wine, Sam politely declined.
Most of her time in the evenings was spent with Rob, and her love for him went from strength to strength. He treated her like a princess and her former worries about her husband’s gambling problems were gone, much like him, and she felt totally content with life.
Her only concern was the outstanding debt that she owed her boyfriend.
Although Rob had told her not to worry about it, she couldn’t quite forget about it completely.
‘What if Rob got bored with her?’
‘If he wanted it paid back, how would she find the money?’
‘Could she become an escort if she had to?’
The nagging concerns stayed tucked away in the back of her mind, coming to the surface every so often just to remind her of her delicate situation.
In addition, she was also anxious about Ben and getting a divorce. She hadn’t heard from him and, not wanting to contact him first, she wondered what he was up to and whether he would actually make any contribution to repaying his debt.
The days seemed to fly by for her and in just over a six weeks Sam had managed to dispel most of her fears. Things with Rob just got better with every day that passed and the longer they were together the more contented she felt. He hadn’t spoken of the outstanding debt again and it was slowly starting to disappear from her thoughts.
Even though he hadn’t mentioned the ‘L’ word to her she knew she was completely and totally in love with him. It was her one big overriding concern, knowing how he felt about her.
Heading down to the gym for her usual Thursday afternoon session she spent an hour working out and another forty minutes chatting away to her friend Sarah before going to shower.
Cleaned up and dressed she had just exited from the hotel’s front door onto the main street when a voice stopped her.
“Samantha. Is that you?”
Turning around she was stunned to see her husband, Ben, standing a few feet away from her.
“Ben! What… what are you doing here?”
It was an automatic reaction for the pair of them to hug, Samantha leaning up to kiss her husband on the cheek.
He grinned cheerfully at her, “I had a meeting with someone. How about you?”
“I’ve just finished in the leisure centre.”
“It shows. You look great.”
“Thanks.” She blushed.
“I don’t suppose you’ve got time for a drink?” It was clear that he expected a rejection from the way he asked.
Samantha paused for a moment before answering, “I guess I could spare a few minutes and we do need to talk.”
“Great.” Ben smiled, clearly relieved, “Let’s go to the bar here, if that’s ok with you?”
She took his arm and they turned around to go in through the hotel’s entrance. Both of them so preoccupied at seeing each other that neither of them noticed the figure standing across the street staring at them.
Settling themselves at a table in the virtually empty hotel bar Ben ordered her a white wine and a beer for himself.
“So, I hear you’re living with Rob?”
She coloured at his statement, “I err… I… guess I am. I had nowhere to go after Shaheer evicted me because you hadn’t paid the rent for three months.”
A surge of anger filled her as she remembered how she had found out about that when the landlord had come banging on the door one Monday morning.
Ben looked sheepishly at the floor, “Yeah, sorry about that. I really should have told you.”
“Yes, you should have. If it hadn’t been for Rob, I don’t know what I’d have done. He even got Shaheer to reduce what we owed him by 50%.”
“He did?” Her husband said with an incredulous expression, “All I can say is I’m sorry.”
Letting the feelings of rage pass she smiled, “What’s done is done Ben. It… it doesn’t matter now.”
“So are you and Rob….” Her husband left the sentence unfinished, not sure exactly how he wanted to put it.
“Together?”
“Err…. yeah, together,”
Sam couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her boyfriend, “Yes, yes we are.”
He nodded, “Good, I’m glad for you Sam. I know now that we hadn’t loved each other for a long time and it was probably only my problems that stopped either of us realising it.”
Surprised by his insight she felt herself relax. He was right, they hadn’t been a couple for a long time.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
“Well, there is this woman.” Ben blushed, “We’ve been out a few times and things are going well.”
“And the gambling? Are you still….”
He shook his head, “No, I haven’t put a bet on in weeks and I’ve joined a support group which seems to be helping.”
She reached across the table and squeezed his hand, “I’m pleased for you Ben.”
For the next thirty minutes or so they sat and chatted amiably until, their drinks finished, they got up to leave.
“I… I want us to divorce.” Samantha told her husband as they walked through the hotel’s foyer, “Is that ok?”
“Yeah, I thought you might.” He pursed his lips as he answered her.
“But are you ok with that?”
“Yeah. For a while I hoped we might get back together but then I started to become aware of just how far apart we had drifted.” He smiled knowingly, “And now we both need to move on.”
“Thanks.” She leant in and kissed his cheek, “I had better go. I need to get dinner done.”
“No problem.” Ben hugged her one last time and turned to go before pausing, “Oh, by the way, I paid a thousand pounds into the joint account. To help towards… well you know.”
Again, Sam was genuinely surprised, “Thank you Ben. Take care.”
Watching him go she wondered what would have happened if he had got over his gambling habit while they were together.
‘Would they have stayed a couple?’
‘Perhaps they would never have had the debt to pay back?’
Putting the thoughts out of her mind she turned to head back home. It didn’t matter anymore; she was with Rob now and she was happy.
Opening the front door she walked into the house, aware that Rob was already there.
“Hey hon I’m back.”
There was no answer and she wandered out into the kitchen to find her boyfriend sitting at the counter, a glass of whiskey in his hand and a half empty bottle in front of him.
“Rob?” She moved towards him, an expression of curiosity on her face, “What’s up babe?”
“You… your jus lie all ee others ain’t yah. A slut.”
“Rob… you’re drunk.”
He glared angrily at her, “So wha… wha da u care?”
“What’s going on baby. Why are you behaving like this?”
Leering at her he slipped off the stool grabbing onto the counter for support.
“You… you was wiv im. I saw yah at the otel.” Pushing his face into hers she could smell the whiskey on his breath.
“I saw Ben, yes. Is that what this is about?”
“You fuckin lil scrubber… I know wha yer up to. Well, I’m telling yer now I wan the money yer owe me.”
“Stop it, Rob. Please… I….”
“Fuck off yer a slut an trine to rip me off wiv tha usband of yours.”
Sam’s eyes filled with tears as he insulted her, her mascara starting to smudge into black circles around them.
“Rob, stop it… please… I didn’t do…”
“You can go fuckin hore yerself out an pay me bah.”
With that final comment he picked up the bottle and stumbled away out of the kitchen leaving Sam to watch him as she sobbed uncontrollably behind him.
“Rob… nothing happened… we…” She called out to his disappearing form but he didn’t look back.
Forcing herself up the stairs she stared at the closed door to Rob’s bedroom before turning away and, miserably, going into the guest room he had allocated her when he had first brought her back to the house.
‘Had he decided he didn’t want her?’
‘What had he thought was going on?’
‘He obviously didn’t love her.’
For the first time since she had arrived in his house, she slept alone, a mix of thoughts filling her head as she cried herself to sleep.
Sleeping in the following morning an unhappy Samantha emerged from her bedroom shortly after nine to find the house deathly quiet.
Hesitantly she opened his bedroom door only to find the room empty and his bed made, Rob clearly having left early to go wherever.
Feeling thoroughly miserable, she made her way downstairs to the kitchen to make her usual morning coffee only to find a brief note on the table.
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Samantha,
As you are clearly back with your husband, I feel it only reasonable to ask for the repayment of your debt.
I’m sure he will contribute towards it but if you are struggling to find the money, I’ve left you Peter’s card. The agency is always looking for new girls and I’m sure you won’t have a problem whoring for the money.
After all you did it with me.
R
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Reading it several times before crumpling the paper up in her hand she knew at that moment she had to get out. He obviously just wanted his money back and didn’t care what she did to get it.
Sitting down with a mug of coffee she let the tears fall as she wondered what she was going to do. She had no money, nowhere to go and the man she was in love with wanted nothing more to do with her.
Finally making a decision she picked up her phone…