Samantha came back from the bathroom smiling confidently. I said, "Samantha, can you get me another beer?" which was, strangely enough, Amanda's "test".
She said, "be right back, hon," and slinked to the kitchen. She came back with three cans of cheap beer, and put two of them down next to Amanda. She walked across the room like she owned it, sat down on my lap, and handed me the beer. Right when I went to take it, she yanked it away from me. "You can have it if you call me Sam," she said. When I complied, she seemed to shiver with delight. "Thank ya, sweetie," she said, and got off my lap.
Taking her place on Amanda's right, she gave Amanda a beer and opened hers. We said nothing as we looked at each other in silence. "Whoa, awkward silence," Sam said, "I'm gonna put some music on."
I watched the woman in the red dress stand up and put some dance music in the stereo. She began to dance to the music, writhing her hands all over her body. She was so into the music that she didn't even notice when Amanda came over and sat down on my lap. I started to protest, but she grabbed me and kissed me hard. I kissed her back, and we were soon rubbing our hands all over each other.
I looked up to see Samantha standing there. She had stopped dancing and had lost the wild look. She looked almost hurt. I stiffened up and pushed Amanda back. Amanda stopped mauling me and looked at Samantha. She gingerly got off of my lap and straightened her skirt out.
"I'm sorry, Sam," she began. "How could I be so insensitive?" She took Samantha's hand to apologize. Sam smiled and grabbed Amanda low around the waist and started dancing. She kissed Amanda hard and straddled her leg, dancing and making out at the same time.
Sam looked up at me and said, "I just wanted to share." For the next few songs I watched my wife making out with Amanda furiously, with the passion she had jumped me with this morning. They staggered into the bedroom, tearing each other's clothes off. I sat on the couch and drank from the can.
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