Chapter 1

Depending on your point of view Sam is either voluptuous, pleasingly plump, or a chubby little sexpot. Whichever way you see her there is never a doubt in your mind that she is an extremely fuckable woman. I've yet to see the man whose head doesn't turn when she walks by. In her never ending battle against becoming fat Samantha follows an exercise program that would put a professional athlete to shame and many are the times that I've gone to the gym to pick her up and watched the men who were there watch Sam. I have gotten so used to men not being able to take their eyes off her that I don't even notice them anymore, and that's how the trouble started - I should have been paying more attention.

Samantha has never realized how sexually alluring she is. She thinks she is too fat and that most men have no interest in a "fat broad" (her words, not mine) and so she has always ignored me when I've told her to be careful when she is around men.

"You let your guard down sweetie, and they'll have you on your back in a New York Minute."

Sam is also a very trusting person and doesn't think ill of anyone. I've told her a thousand times that she is too naive, but she just laughs and tells me that I'm too cynical. To help complicate the mix, Sam can't handle liquor very well. It does not take much to get her looped and when she gets looped she loses her common sense and most of her natural inhibitions. It has never been much of a problem because Sam is everybody's buddy, and even though most of the men would rather fuck her than eat, most of the time they treat her like a younger sister and they are very protective of her. She often stops for a beer or two with the guys she works with and there had never been a problem - like I said, the guys look after her - or at least once upon a time they did.

I have a very good job, one that I like immensely, but it does have one draw back, it has me traveling two or three times a month. Some of these trips are only for a day or two, but some have lasted as long as a week. I had flown to the home office for a sales meeting and after four grueling days spent listening to self proclaimed "motivational" experts I was glad to be returning home. I walked into the house and found Sam on the bed, passed out. There were empty beer bottles all over the place and the bedroom reeked of sex. Sam lay with her legs spread wide and there were dried white blotches, that could only have been cum stains, all over her tits, face, stomach and her hairy bush. Her cunt lips were reddish and swollen, her tits had hickeys all over them, and it was obvious, even to a dumb shit like me, that Sam had been thoroughly gang fucked.

Amazingly, looking at Sam on the bed did not drive me to rage, or even anger; all I felt was sorrow because I knew our marriage would never again be the same and it had been a great marriage. Looking at Sam, spread out on the bed like a discarded doll, I thought about what it meant. Sam knew I'd be home early on Saturday so why did she allow me to find her this way? Did she get drunk and forget or was what happened so mind blowing that she spaced it out? Or, and this was a most unsettling thought, did she not care if I found her this way? I had a lot on my mind as I picked up the debris of her night of debauchery, none of it good. I was just finishing the dishes in the kitchen when I heard a noise behind me and turned to see Sam standing in the doorway. I can't even begin to describe the look on her face - worry, concern, shame, and even a touch of defiance.

"When did you get home?" she asked.

"About three hours ago" I replied.

I saw a tear slide down her cheek, "I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry" she said in an anguished voice and she turned and left the room and few minutes later I heard the shower running.

Forty-five minutes later, as I was in my home office working on my expense report, Sam came in and sat down on the couch.

"I can't blame you for hating me, but can I at least tell you what happened?"

I turned to face her and waited.

The company that Sam worked for hired a new guy to be their computer guru and Ron took one look at Sam and decided he had to have her. He wasted no time in starting his campaign to get close to her. He talked with her every chance he got; he arranged his lunch hour to coincide with hers, sat with her in the lunch room and even took her out to lunch on several occasions. He became a regular in the group that stopped at the bar after work, and in general, he was always around and working on her. And Sam of course, being Sam, thought he was just being nice to her. A couple of times he almost got her out of the bar, but one of her coworkers always came to the rescue. That is they did until the day Ron said,