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looked at her eyes again, there was nothing there. Not a single clue.
    Of course I knew she was just playing with me. But it was the minuscule chance that she wasn't that made me stand completely stiff.
    "So? Did you do as I asked? Did you fuck another man?" I growled, putting a hand on her back and sliding it down to cup her ass.
    She straightened as I squeezed the soft flesh there. Her hand didn't move.
    "Is that really what you want, Andrew?" Her gaze was completely disarming. Was this really Samantha? My Samantha?
    "Would you do it? Would you do that for me?" I said, pressing closer to her and leaning down to kiss her neck. She wouldn't. I knew she wouldn't. She was just playing. She was just winding me up.
    "The question, Andrew Smith, is not
would
I?" she offered, finally letting the tips of her fingers slide past the elastic of my boxers. "The question is..." she whispered, leaning close, "...
did
I?"
    The sound of her saying it along with the warmth of her breath on my neck sent me into a frenzy. I picked her up and spun around, setting her on the counter beside the sink.
    She gasped as her ass pressed against the cold stone.
    Fumbling with the elastic at my waist, I freed my cock. Taking myself in hand, I pointed the glistening head towards the split in her soft folds. I groaned as my flesh touched her soaked slit.
    Her back arched, her perky breasts pressing towards my chest. I couldn't wait. Thrusting towards her, I let my shaft sink into her soft, molten core.
    As soon as I'd watched my cock disappear inside her, I turned my eyes up to look at her again. Her expression was the same. Innocence, feigned or genuine, made the whole thing hotter.
    She was bluffing, wasn't she? There was no way she'd do anything like that. She didn't even look at other men. Her eyes told me nothing.
    A thought gripped me. What if she
had
left the room last night? What if she'd gone downstairs? What if she'd run into Bastian?
    I could see her there, in the restaurant, apologizing for my behaviour. I could see his smile as he waved away her regret.
    I could see his black muscles, rippling on to of her as her legs fell open for his big, black cock.
    The image tore through me and I started to fuck.
    I felt her hips move towards me. Her feet brushed against the back of my leg as she brought up her thighs. I lunged, pushing myself deep inside her hot, silky pussy.
    The mirror on the wall began to shake slightly as I surged into the sticky wetness of her cunt. I looked up again. She was still staring at me with those innocent, blue eyes. Maybe she had done it? Maybe she'd gone out and met Bastian back at the restaurant? Maybe the two of them had had a drink, gone back to his place? Maybe he'd taken her the way I was now. Maybe he'd pushed his thick, black cock inside her as she wailed...
    She reached an arm up and around my neck. As I rutted into her, she hung from me loosely, just letting me fuck her like that. I'd never been so turned on. I felt my climax well.
    "Fuuuuck!" I growled, grimacing. I felt the cum pulse through my shaft, felt it start to spurt inside her. I looked up to find one corner of her mouth curled into a smile. With another groan I unleashed all of what I had inside her, not caring that the mirror might fall off the wall. As my orgasm took me, I let the image fill my mind again.
    There was my Samantha. Filled by another man's cock.
    As the last of my thrusts abated, I leaned over her and steadied myself against the counter. I was still inside her, panting and exhausted. She trailed her fingers along the back of my neck making me shiver. When I finally pulled myself out and stood, she just sat there, staring at me with her mouth in half a grin.
    "Better?" she asked.
    Better? My eyes ran down her body, past her stomach and in between her legs. Cum was spilling from her pussy, pooling on the counter between her legs. I throbbed.
    I didn't know what to say. I just shook my head in disbelief and chortled. My wife, it seemed,