AN: As always, credit goes to my beautiful wife and beta, Jocelyn Morgenstern for correcting my errors!

The Scintillating Seductress Samantha Lovelace

Well, she came into our lives at a strange time. My normally rock solid marriage was on the rocks. My wife, my dearest Jocelyn, had slept with another man and I was broken with hurt and anguish. I had moved into town because it was still too new and too fresh a wound to deal with. Jocelyn bought a coffee shop in town as well, a distraction from her problems. It was in that very coffee shop that our lives changed forever.

Jocelyn met Sam while we were estranged for that brief period and they hit it off. So, naturally, when we got back together, I wanted to meet this woman who had taken my normally straight-as-an-arrow Jocelyn Morgenstern and succeeded in becoming her first girl crush. I thought, maybe Jocie could be with Sam on the side if it would keep her from sleeping with another man again because it had broken my heart so much when she did that. But this Sam, well, she was a woman and provided something completely different for my wife than what I could provide. It was like comparing apples to oranges and you need both for a healthy diet, so, I felt no jealousy.

What I was surprised about, however, was that I ended up feeling something entirely different. I do not know what I expected Sam Lovelace to be, but I did not expect that I would find her stunning. I did not expect that upon meeting her the first time, I would feel the stirrings of desire. Feelings I normally only had for my wife. At least ever since the brief crush I had on Céline Herondale, back in its day, but had quickly put out of my mind and never acted on.

This was new. The way I felt for Sam, the fact that all the blood flowed immediately to my nether regions and I grew hard at the very sight of her. That had not happened to me with anyone before, outside of my own wife. It was a surreal experience. I felt a strong need to make this woman mine, just as I had once upon a time with Jocelyn.

And when eventually the time came, for Jocelyn and I to take Sam to bed, I must admit I was thoroughly impressed then too. I liked her soft curves, I liked the way her dark hair hung over her shoulders. I liked the way her hips swung when she walked and I loved the way she met every single one of my thrusts greedy for more. I loved the way she whispered my name and looked into my eyes while she came for me. I loved the way she was never loud but her face showed her tremendous pleasure, more than if she had screamed it aloud. I loved this woman.

I was so pleased when she agreed to move in with us and even more pleased at the deep gouges clawed into my back that night, when I came so deeply inside of her and she looked around afterwards and sighed, whispering, "It feels so good to be home". I feel that there is no separation anymore. There is no Sam and Jocie; or Jocie and I; or Sam and I. There is only the three of us now. And it feels like it has been a long time in the making. It feels as if we were truly meant to have this. So, I echo Sam's statement with the utmost sincerity when I say, "It really does feel so good to be home." Thank you Samantha Lovelace, thank you for coming home.