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Archive name: melissa.txt (MF, wife, cheat)
Authors name: Dirty Old Man (jman46554@hotmail.com)
Story title : Melissa

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Melissa
by Dirty Old Man (jman46554@hotmail.com)

***

A college student's friend gets married. His wife isn't 
the most beautiful woman on Earth, but she is friendly. 
Very friendly. She likes to kiss her husband's friends 
hello. Then, for one friend, it becomes more. Much 
more. Surprise ending. (MF, wife, preg)

***

The day I meet Melissa was the day she married Trent. 
Oh, God, do I wish I had never met her. Here it is, 
eight months later, and my life is on the shit heap. 
It's all Melissa's fault. OK, it's all my and Melissa's 
fault. Nevertheless, my life would not be nearly the 
mess it has turned into just now if I merely had never 
met Melissa.

Trent was one of the first people I met when I entered 
Miami University in Ohio. A year ahead of me and my 
roommate, he showed us around Oxford like he was a 
native. Almost like a hall dad, he'd show us the campus 
hangouts, which professors to avoid, the best time to 
eat in the dorm cafeteria. Trent was one of those over-
the-top people who are always at the center of 
attention. Out-going and gregarious were main 
personality traits Trent cultivated. He loved to joke. 
He loved to laugh. We got along famously

One thing he never joked about was Melissa. His 
girlfriend lived with her mother in their hometown of 
Akron. To listen to him, she was sweet, and beautiful, 
and patient, and sexy, and wonderful, and great in bed. 
What he didn't have was a picture. I'd answered his 
phone in his dorm room once, and it was her on the 
other end, so I knew she existed, but we never met her 
until their wedding day, two years later.

Let's just say I was underwhelmed. Her big, billowy, 
frilly, pure snow white wedding gown made it impossible 
to tell anything about her body. She had breasts; that 
was obvious. But exactly what size they were was 
concealed by the large bouquet of flowers she carried. 
You couldn't even tell if they were the same size! It 
was her face that was the biggest disappointment. She 
wasn't ugly. But her narrow face and long nose 
detracted from his tales of her beauty.

The three of us attended Trent's wedding. Trent's 
former roommate, Dave, met Lou and me on campus, and we 
drove over to Akron together. Trent put us up in a 
motel, showed us how to get porn free, showed us where 
the church was, and left us to our devices. After the 
ceremony, the happy couple went to Sault Ste. Marie for 
their honeymoon, Dave, Lou and I went home.

We didn't see Trent again until a week after classes 
started. They had trouble getting out of a lease they 
didn't realize they had signed in Akron, and they 
didn't move to Oxford until that was settled. Trent 
missed the first week of classes. It was another two 
weeks before he brought Melissa to campus to meet us in 
person. He'd told her as much about us as he'd told us 
about her. Lou was in a late lab one Friday afternoon 
when Trent and Melissa breezed into our dorm room. 
"Ostermann! Burnett!" he yelled, calling me and Lou in 
order.

I called him into my room, trying to keep him from 
yelling too much and getting me written up again. "It's 
just me," I said.

"Good! Ostermann! I wanted you to be the first to meet 
Mrs. Melissa Davenport any way." He put his arm around 
her and drew her to me. "Honey. Melissa. This is my 
good, dear friend, Rick Ostermann. If you ever need 
anything, this is the man to see. He is friendly, 
smart, kind, loyal. Loyal to the core! Guy doesn't have 
a dishonest bone in his body. I'd trust this man with 
my wife. I mean, life."

"You make me sound like a dog!" I good-naturedly 
snapped at him, blushing. "Friendly, smart, loyal! What 
the hell?"

"Oh, quit complaining, Fido," Trent laughed.

I knew Melissa was older than Trent. Trent was a year 
older than me, and he'd told us Melissa was three years 
older than him. Staring at the waif under his big right 
arm, I would've believed he was robbing the cradle. She 
looked closer to 15 than 24. She was tiny. She couldn't 
have stood more than five feet tall, nor weighed more 
than 85 pounds. Her face was as I remembered it, and 
her body! Melissa was wearing a halter top and shorts. 

I gave her the quick once over, not trying to judge my 
friend's wife, but still wanting to know what she 
looked like. Her breasts were on the small side, but 
they looked proportional to the rest of her tiny body. 
She had a flat, sexy belly, and short, supple legs. 
Trent asked her to turn around, which she did slowly, 
giving me a good look at her body. When she got her 
back turned to me, my eyes nearly popped out of my 
head. She had the most fantastic ass I have ever seen. 
Smooth, well-rounded, just right for grabbing.

"Don't just sit there, Ostermann!" he exclaimed. "Get 
off your ass and give my wife a hug! Make her feel 
welcome!"

As I folded this little pixie-like creature into my 
arms, I knew what Trent saw in her. She may have been 
small, but as she melted into my arms, the urge to 
protect, to nurture, and to care for her surged through 
me. I looked at Trent, and knew what she saw in him. He 
stood over 6'4" tall, tipping the scales past 250 
pounds. I'm big, too. I weigh 210, firmly packed on to 
my 6'2" frame. Suddenly, she pulled my face down to her 
and kissed me on the lips. Her lips were soft, and 
pliable. I responded by mashing my lips to hers. Trent 
smiled when she broke the clench, slapped me on the 
back and said, "There! That didn't hurt, did it?"

I quickly slunk back into my chair. "No," I lied. "That 
didn't hurt a bit." On the contrary, it stung. It stung 
badly, and I had to get back into my chair, and pull it 
up close to my desk before either of them noticed my 
hard-on. It withered in a short time, but it still 
bothered me. I felt better when Melissa met Lou, and 
Dave. She kissed each of them, too.

I saw Trent often after that. We had a class together, 
and he and Melissa would hang out with us guys on 
weekends. Melissa always greeted us with a kiss. But 
there was something strange. It seemed like she gave 
the other guys quick pecks on the lips, but me, she 
dove in and kissed me passionately. I didn't mind. I'd 
been without a girlfriend since shortly before their 
wedding. But I did mind. She was married to one of my 
closest friends. I suddenly began to need to study on 
Saturday nights, and began hiding out in the library.

Then, Saturday night after Halloween, Trent and Melissa 
arrived before I had a chance to go hide. After a quick 
hello, Trent scurried to the bathroom. Lou had gone 
back home for the weekend, so it was just Melissa and 
me in my room. She looked at me crookedly. "What's the 
matter, Rick? You act like you don't like me."

"No! No! Not at all, Melissa. I've... I've just, er, 
had to... to study a lot this semester. Damn classes 
are that tough."

She sashayed over to the chair I was sitting in and 
looked down at me. "You can lie to me, Rick. But you 
can't lie to Trent. His feelings are hurt. He knows you 
aren't studying. You're avoiding us. And it's hurting 
Trent! It's me, isn't it?"

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. How could I 
tell her that I was avoiding them, but it wasn't 
because I didn't like her. Quite the contrary, I was 
avoiding them because I liked her. Very much. I found 
her desirable. More than desirable. I lusted after her. 
And I was very uncomfortable lusting after the wife of 
my supposed friend. The very one who described me as 
loyal. I felt, on the contrary, entirely unfaithful. 
Treacherous described perfectly how I felt.

She quickly settled on my lap and put her arms around 
my neck. "I want to make you like me, Rick. Because 
it's important to Trent that you and I like each other. 
He is more worried about you liking me than everybody 
else put together. Trent thinks the world of you, Rick. 
He talks about you more than the rest of the guys. 
You're actually like a big brother to him. So let's 
bury the hatchet. Let's be friends."

I was certain she could feel my hard-on. Her ass was 
nestled up against it. I smiled and nodded. Folding my 
arms around her, I said, "Let's be friends, Melissa. 
I'd like it, too." 

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulled me to her 
and kissed me on the lips again. I kept my mouth shut, 
but I still kissed her with passion, and with feeling. 
We had just broken apart and stood up with Trent 
entered my room. She grabbed my hand and cried, "Rick 
and I friends now, Trent!"

That changed our relationship. She still greeted me 
with a kiss, but she started to kiss me more often. I 
started kissing her back. I began enjoying it. Then, 
right after Thanksgiving, I was again alone in my dorm 
room when she came in alone. "Trent will be right 
here," she chirped as she walked over to kiss me. Her 
tongue pierced my lips, and wrestled mine before I knew 
what was happening. I fought back with mine. "I felt 
your hand on my butt last week," she cooed before 
slamming her lips against mine again.

It hadn't happened before, but it did then. My hands 
slid down her small back, and over her gorgeous ass. 
Without breaking lip contact, I hoisted her up. She 
clenched her legs around my waist. It was beautiful. If 
she couldn't feel my erect cock nestled against her, 
she had no feeling down there. 

We finally broke apart just before Trent entered my 
room, explaining that he'd had seen a guy from one of 
his classes whom he needed to talk to. "Hey, Ostermann! 
What're you doing for supper?"

"I dunno," I said, uncomfortably trying to hide my 
hard-on from him.

Melissa smiled. "Why don't you come out to supper with 
Trent and me? Our treat?"

It really was a sexy smile, I thought. Maybe she is 
pretty after all. "Why not?"

"I'll go start the car," Trent said as he hurried out 
the door.

Melissa came up behind me as I turned to get my coat. 
"Who knows what we'll have for dessert," she said, 
reaching around me to grab my cock. 

I spun around. There was no mistaking the look on her 
face. She grinned lustfully at me, licking her upper 
lip in the most shameless manner. I just stared at her. 
She slowly reached out and grabbed my hand, and placed 
in on her tit. It was small, barely filling my hand. 
But the nipple was hard. I gently squeezed it. Her 
other nipple brazenly poked through her sweater. "Not 
tonight," she whispered. "But who knows?"

"Does... Does Trent...?"

"Don't worry about Trent," she whispered. "He loves 
both of us."

I thought for a moment, and then kissed her deeply 
before helping her on with her jacket. We held hands 
out to Trent's car. He seemed oblivious to what was 
going on, which Melissa assured me was OK.

Melissa and I started kissing more often, in more 
public settings. Trent never seemed to mind that his 
wife was kissing his friend. One Saturday night just 
before Christmas, she not only insisted that I 
accompany them to the adult movie theater, but she also 
was adamant that she sit between Trent and me. 

I was somewhat nervous about the seating arrangements, 
but she argued that it looked better than us two guys 
sitting together, which I had to agree with, too. As I 
feared, she played with my cock throughout the flicks, 
hot movies with several torrid scenes in each. Between 
the action on the screen, and her actions in my crotch, 
I nearly came in my pants numerous times.

I took to masturbating more frequently to relieve the 
stress she was causing me. Lou got bummed out listening 
to my bedsprings squeak, knowing I was alone in bed 
thrashing my own cock. He didn't care if I jerked off; 
he just didn't want to listen to it. I can't blame him 
for that. I wouldn't want to listen to him shake hands 
with the bishop, either. When I was home during 
Christmas break, I told a friend of mine, who went to 
Ball State, about her. He could offer no suggestions, 
either.

The spring semester was Trent's last as an 
undergraduate. Melissa had graduated from the 
University of Akron before I met her. She worked in a 
bank in Oxford, and Trent had a job lined up in an 
insurance company. He planned on working for a few 
years before entering law school. It happened the first 
Tuesday night after I got back to campus following the 
semester break. Trent and Melissa showed up at my dorm 
right after supper. "What's up, guys?" I said happily.

"I got a Tuesday night class this semester," Trent said 
as Melissa kissed me.

"So I thought I'd come and hang out with you while he 
was in class!"

I shrugged. "Hope you don't mind watching me study," I 
said. "You're more than welcome to stay, but I gotta 
start working on a project for one of my classes."

Trent said he didn't mind if Melissa didn't, and left 
for class. She watched TV for a while as I worked on 
the project. About 45 minutes later, as "Jeopardy" was 
ending, she approached me. "Where's Lou?"

"He works on Tuesdays. He won't be back until about 
11."

She watched me for a minute. Finally, I stretched and 
yawned. "Why do you wanna be a teacher?"

Setting my books aside, I stood up and stretched. "I 
guess it's just my calling. I love history. It's just 
something I've always wanted to do."

"You gonna be a high school teacher?"

"For a while," I said, sitting back down in my easy 
chair. "But eventually, I'm gonna get my doctorate. I 
wanna be a college professor and write books."

"That's very interesting," she said, straddling my legs 
and kissing me again before spinning around and sitting 
in my lap. 

I could feel the first stirrings of a hard-on. I looked 
past her. My dorm room door stood open, but my room was 
on a secluded hallway. Not many people walked by my 
room. I kissed the nape of his neck. "History is not 
very interesting to many people," I laughed.

She laughed, and cuddled back against me. "I find 
history dry, boring, and completely uninteresting," she 
said. "I never did well in history class. That's not 
what I found interesting. What I find interesting is 
that you love it so much, and that you want to write 
about it. You're a very interesting man."

"I have to admit that I always found finance dull and 
dreary."

"Well, we now know we both think the other follows a 
completely uninteresting, mind-numbing, tedious 
calling," she chuckled. I was taken by how melodious 
her laughter was. She leaned back and kissed my cheek. 
"So, Baby. We're alone until Trent gets out of class in 
two hours. What do you want to do?"

I folded my arms around her waist, hoping she didn't 
feel my growing erection. "Oh, I don't know. I 
gotta..."

"I have an idea," she said, guiding my hand on to her 
tit. Although it was cold, she had worn a tight pink 
tank top with spaghetti straps and no bra, and a skin-
tight pair of jeans. Her thick, knee-length winter 
jacket hung in my closet.

I squeezed her breast gently, then moved my hand to 
straighten my glasses. When I lowered my hand, I placed 
in back on her smooth, flat belly. She moved my hand 
back to her breast. "It's OK, Rick. I don't mind." Her 
boob was small and soft, but firm. Her nipple was hard, 
a little pinprick tattooing lines on my hand. She 
leaned back against me, the back of her head resting 
against my shoulder, and sighed. "That feels nice, 
Rick."

My emotions tore at me. Melissa wasn't the prettiest 
woman I'd ever seen, but I'd slept with uglier chicks. 
She was married to a close friend, but he never seemed 
to mind it when she thrust her tongue down my throat. 
My cock throbbed in my sweat pants. As I gently 
massaged her soft, supple breasts, she turned around 
and began kissing my neck. 

I knew what we were doing was wrong, but my body 
rebelled against my mind. She turned on my lap, and our 
lips found each other. Her tongue insistently searched 
out mine. She grasped my cock and rubbed gently. I 
moaned into her mouth. All thoughts of guilt 
dissipated. All thoughts of Trent disappeared. The only 
thing on my mind was the young, willing woman who sat 
on my lap.

My hand slid down her belly until it found her tank 
top's hem, then slipped underneath. I cupped her 
breast, rubbing the sensitive nipple with my thumb. Our 
tongues battled each other as our mouths never broke 
their lock. Her hand slipped under my waistband and 
found my hard six-incher. 

Suddenly, she jumped up and walked toward the door. My 
first thought was that somehow I had screwed something 
up, and she was leaving. She'd tell Trent what I had 
done, making it look like all my fault, and our 
friendship would be over. When she reached the door, 
she quietly closed it, and turned the dead bolt. "Now, 
for some privacy," she said, slipping the tank top over 
her head.

Her breasts looked as small naked as they had appeared 
under her shirt. Her petite areolas were about the size 
of a quarter, each topped with a tiny nipple. There was 
no sag in them, although they bounced quite agreeably 
as she walked back to me. Lust beamed from her face as 
she reached for me. I let her pull me to my feet. My 
cock poked out the front of my sweat pants as she knelt 
in front of me. Seizing my waistband, she yanked my 
sweatpants and boxers to the floor. My six inch cock 
bounced in front of her face. 

Instantly, she popped it into her mouth. A moan forced 
its way from my loins as her mouth bobbed up and down 
the length of my cock. "It's not the biggest one I've 
ever seen," she said between licking the length and 
sucking my balls into her mouth, "but it's as tasty as 
any!" 

I held her head between my hands, guiding her mouth 
along my rigid shaft. She moaned on my shaft, her 
throat acting like a vibrator on my aching dick. She 
gently massaged my balls, rubbing my cock with her 
other hand while sucking my dick.

I struggled out of my sweatshirt, wanting to be naked 
with this blow job machine as soon as possible. Her 
oral ministrations on me soon began to pay off 
dividends. My ball sac constricted. My cock grew in her 
mouth. Realizing that my climax was at hand, she 
clamped down on the base of my cock with her fingers. 

"Not just yet, Baby. Not just yet!" She smiled when she 
realized that I was completely bare, and wriggled out 
of her tight blue jeans. Our lips sought each other out 
again as I led her to my bed. "Ah!" she cooed. "The 
world-famous Cradle of a Thousand Conquests!"

I laughed. "I don't think it's been quite a thousand 
conquests. It's probably more like a half dozen women 
who have graced my sheets."

I lay her back gently on top of the blankets and 
stretched out next to her. My cock, still wet with her 
saliva, throbbed gently against her thigh as our lips 
met again. Her tongue crammed itself insistently into 
my mouth. My finger trailed down her flat, firm belly, 
blazing a trail through her thick underbrush of pubic 
hair. 

I quickly found her little rosebud of clitoris, and 
danced a minuet, causing her to moan loudly into my 
mouth. I plunged first one finger, then two, deep into 
her cunt. Her secretions dribbled out of her cunt, down 
the crack of her ass to puddle on my blanket.

Her moans got louder as I took her tiny nipple into my 
mouth and sucked on it. I greedily licked and bit the 
tender organ, savagely jamming two fingers in and out 
of her tight box repeatedly. Her ass jumped and bounced 
in time with my fingers on my bed, making the springs 
shriek. I moved, kissing my way down her smooth, smooth 
belly. "Oh-h-h Go-o-od!" she cried as my tongue 
slathered her sexy, pierced navel. She was nearly out 
of her mind as my nose led my tongue through her 
tangled mass of pubic hair. Then, my tongue slapped her 
clit. She froze instantly. A scream caught in her 
throat. I slapped her pussy with my tongue several 
times.

All hell broke loose. She grabbed my head with both 
hands, forcing my nose into her cunt. My tongue 
thrashed her hot button. She bounced her hips insanely. 
Her head whipped back and forth as obscenities spewed 
from her mouth. A river of her pungent secretions 
flowed out of her cunt, which I lapped up hungrily. 
"Oh, God, oh God, Rick," she cried. "Fuck me, Rick! 
Give me your cock! I need it! I need it bad!!"

That was all the invitation I needed. Her cunt juice 
dripped off my chin as I quickly mounted her. I grabbed 
her thighs, spread them as wide as they'd go, and 
jammed my turgid cock into her all the way to the hilt. 
She sucked in her breath as my balls bounced off her 
ass, but she quickly regained her composure and locked 
her ankles behind my ass, drawing me further into her 
steaming cunt. I rammed my dick in and out of her at a 
furious pace. 

It was the first sex I'd had in several months, and 
after the teasing she'd given me, I needed it bad. I 
was on my knees, cramming six rock-solid, blood-
engorged inches of throbbing manhood cruelly in and 
out. She moaned loudly as spasms of pleasure washed 
over her again and again. 

Her cunt drooled copious amounts of her love juice, and 
my precum dribbled out of my cock equally fast. I felt 
my ball sac constrict. This time, there would be no 
holding back. No squeezing me off, to save it for 
later. I crashed our genitals together as hard and as 
furiously as I could.

Suddenly, it was all over. I jammed my cock into her as 
far as I could. My orgasm swelled as my cock expanded 
painfully. Joyful spasms of intensely painful pleasure 
broke over me. Gobs of hot, white, gummy, gooey cum 
burst out of my cock to splash deep into Melissa's 
tight, hot box. 

More and more of my baby seed exploded into her vagina. 
We both cried out lustfully as the seizures bounced 
from me to her and back again. My body expelled more 
and more of my cum into her. She clung tightly to me, 
her fingernails making long parallel channels across my 
back. Her feet, locked together at the ankle, tried to 
draw me ever deeper into her birth canal.

Finally, the little deaths passed. I relaxed and 
collapsed on top of her. She kissed me lightly on the 
cheeks and neck. We were dressed, I was studying, and 
she was watching TV when Trent arrived to pick her up 
after his class.

Strangely, the next day, I felt no guilt over when I 
had done. She wanted me to do it. She'd been begging 
for it since the day we met! I simply did what any red-
blooded American male would've done, which was fuck her 
brains out. She'd gotten her little fling out of the 
way, that would be the end of it, and I'd never hear 
about it again. I was sure of it.

Until early Thursday morning. I was about to leave for 
my 9:15 class when the phone rang. "Rick! It's Melissa! 
Wanna meet for lunch? My treat? Just you and me?"

Thoughts of our raucous encounter flashed through my 
mind. Was she coming back for seconds? I wondered. 
Maybe she felt guilty, and wanted to assuage her guilt. 
Or could it be that one round of the old Rickster 
wasn't enough. Perhaps she wanted us to find a way to 
confess to Trent. Could she want a slushy, a quickie in 
the snow? She latched on to me immediately. 

Was our little escapade just for her the final, 
incontrovertible proof she needed to realize she didn't 
want to be married to Trent, but liked me instead? 
That, I knew, would kill him. But I had thoroughly 
enjoyed out tryst. But I wasn't sure if I wanted a 
lifetime with this woman. Although another go-around... 

"Are you there, Rick? Would you like to have lunch with 
me today?"

"I get out of class at 11:35," I smiled into the phone 
"and I have a class at 1:45 this afternoon. I'll meet 
you in front of my dorm."

"I'll be there just after 12!"

Steak and Ale was a little more than I expected, but 
she insisted. We ate quietly, enjoying each other's 
company, but not talking about Tuesday night. "Trent 
doesn't mind if I eat lunch with one of his friends," 
she said in answer to a question after lunch as she 
drove back towards campus. "Especially you, Rick. Trent 
thinks the world of you. He looks at you almost as a 
big brother. He doesn't have a big brother, you know."

"But that's ridiculous," I laughed. "Not only is he 
older than me, but he's also bigger than me! By two 
inches and thirty pounds!"

"You're more level-headed than he is. You're more 
resourceful than he is. You're smarter than he is. He 
thinks you're a better man than he is. He really looks 
up to you."

"Gee," I said dejectedly. "That makes me feel worse 
about Tuesday night."

"It does?" she asked. I nodded. "Does that mean you 
won't give me another one now?" I stared at her, my 
mouth agape. I searched for something to say, anything. 
But nothing came. "You would like to fuck me again? 
Wouldn't you?"

"I... buh, uh... I, er, uh," I stammered.

"I know these are the greatest boobs in the world," she 
said, parking her car in front of the door. "But this," 
she indicated her cunt, "sure enjoyed what you did to 
it the other night. And my mouth certainly relished 
being wrapped around that!" She grabbed and shook my 
cock through my jeans.

We ran upstairs as fast as we could. She began to tear 
her clothes off even before I could get the door 
locked. As soon as we were nude, she pushed me on to my 
bed. Straddling my face, she slowly lowered her cunt to 
my face. I grabbed her thighs and helped her guide her 
drooling slash toward my hungry face. 

I tore into her, ravishing her cunt with my lips, 
teeth, and tongue. On the other end, she deep throated 
my cock at once. Our commingled moans were muted by our 
bodies as we thrust our genitals at each other's faces. 
I held her tightly by her thighs, sucking ever drop of 
moisture from her dripping cunt. 

The sensations she was creating on my cock were 
awesome! Her teeth raked the sensitive skin as her 
tongue slithered around the stiff, blood-engorged tool 
like a snake.

All of a sudden, she jumped up and spun around. 
Positioning her cunt over my rigid cock, she slowly 
lowered herself until the tip of my cock just 
penetrated her labia. She smiled at me. "You ready for 
this, Baby?"

"Oh, god, Sugar! Yes!!!" I groaned. 

She dropped, impaling herself on my manhood as all six 
inches of my turgid cock buried itself in her soft, 
yielding flesh. She raised herself up, and slammed back 
down again. She did it again and again. I pulled myself 
up, and sucked her small tit into my mouth. Lust burned 
in her eyes as we slapped out bodies shamelessly 
together. My cock rocketed in and out of her tight, 
cozy box as she rocked back and forth. She pulled me 
off her tit, and kissed me excitedly, our tongues 
drawing together to do battle with each other.

She climbed off me, and got down on her hands and 
knees. "Doggy style!" she panted. "Fuck me doggy-
style!" I clambered behind her, carefully placed my 
cock at the opening of her cunt, and jammed it in to 
the hilt. My balls bounced off her ass as I pulled out 
and shoved in again and again. Reaching around her, I 
tickled her clit as I held her ass tightly against my 
pelvis. 

"Oh, God!" she moaned loudly into my pillow. "I love 
this. I love this position, and I love your cock, Rick. 
You are... Oh! Sweet Jesus! I'm coming!!!"

That shoved me over the edge. I jammed my cock deep 
into her cunt, holding her to me as hard as I could. 
For the second time in less than 48 hours, I deposited 
shot after shot of my semen deep into her. Her cunt 
shuddered around my dick as gob after gob of my baby 
makers exploded out of me and into her. Our cries 
ricocheted around my dorm room until the spasms finally 
receded. 

She must have been late getting back to work because I 
was a few minutes late for my 1:45 class.

I didn't see Melissa again until that Saturday night. 
Nothing out of the ordinary happened that night. She 
kissed me more passionately than the other guys, just 
like always, but we didn't have sex. We acted like we 
always had before. If anybody suspected we had become 
more than the friends we appeared, nothing was said to 
me.

Tuesday evening, Melissa arrived at me dorm room just 
as night classes were starting. I fucked her again that 
night. Twice, to tell the truth. I did her for Friday 
lunch. It became a ritual. Tuesday evening, and either 
Thursday or Friday lunch, we would get together, and 
have sex.

As time went on, and Melissa and I screwed more often, 
the feelings of guilt subsided, and but they never 
disappeared completely. I never told anyone what was 
going on. The guys would certainly side with Trent on 
this. As spring break approached, I considered staying 
in Oxford, but finally decided to go home.

It's a short drive from Anderson to Muncie, where my 
high school friend Randy goes to college at Ball State. 
I was waiting for him when he came back from class 
Monday morning. "Hey, buddy! What brings you to the 
good college?"

"I gotta talk to you," I said, ushering him into his 
suite. "Privately."

I told him about what was going on. "I don't feel 
guilty. Exactly. The sex is good! Melissa's damn good 
in bed. Trent was right about that. But..."

"But she's Trent's wife."

"Exactly!"

I pulled out a joint, lit it, and passed it to him. He 
took a hit and passed it back. I don't normally smoke 
pot, but I did a lot with him in high school, and it 
just feels right to get high when we're together. "You 
know," he said. "You aren't the only person in this 
room right now who's fucked the wife of a friend."

"You, too?" I asked.

"Yup," he said, holding the marijuana smoke in his 
lungs and passing the joint back to me. He finally 
exhaled. "Met Frank in my freshman year. He's a couple 
years older than us, but he was a freshman. Served in 
the Air Force. He was already married when I met him. 
Really cute little Southern belle of a wife. I got to 
know her. Her name was Donna. 

Then, about a month after meeting her, she came on to 
me. Real strong." He took another hit off the joint. 
"Just like you. She came over one time when he was in 
class, and I fucked the shit out of her. Fucked her 
brains out! And she knew what she was doing in bed, 
too. Just like this Matilda you're telling me about."

"Melissa."

"Right. Melissa. Melissa, Matilda. Who cares. She's 
been giving it to you. Turns out Frank and Donna have 
an open marriage. I'll fuck who I want; you fuck who 
you want, just remember we're married. That kind of 
thing. Think maybe that's the kind of thing this Troy 
and Melinda have?"

"You mean Trent and Melissa. And I guess it's 
possible."

"I'll betcha that's it," Randy said, handing me back 
the joint. "Not everybody has traditional marriages, 
like our parents. It takes all kinds."

Randy helped put my mind to ease. I spent the rest of 
my spring break lazing around the house, helping out, 
and just plain relaxing. I was also looking forward to 
getting back to Miami, and Melissa's pussy. I was 
becoming used to it, and I missed it. I wasn't sure 
what I was going to do over the summer.

My world crumbled when I got back to campus Sunday 
night. Trent and Melissa were waiting for me when I 
walked in. Lou was tapping away on his computer, using 
hack sites to get free passwords into porn sites. 
"Rick. Can we talk?" Trent said as I dropped my 
suitcase. Melissa didn't even hug me. "Privately."

We walked down to the lounge in the basement of the 
dormitory. I bought a can of pop before we sat down at 
a booth. Trent didn't pull any punches. "Melissa is 
going to have a baby!"

The crashing sound I heard was my life smashing to 
bits. Melissa was pregnant. I never even considered 
using a condom when I was with her. There was a good 
chance Melissa's baby was... mine! I tried to look 
composed, but I don't think I managed. How did this 
happen? I wondered to myself. I knew it was wrong. It 
is wrong to have sex with a married woman, and now, 
I've not only had sex with the wife of a good friend, I 
might have knocked her up! 

"Did you hear what I said, Rick?" Trent asked me. "I 
said the baby is yours!"

The crashing sound I heard then was the rest of my life 
smashing to smithereens. "My life is a mess!" I 
groaned. Not only had Trent found out that I was 
fucking his wife, but now he was also telling me their 
baby was mine! How could this happen to me? If only I'd 
kept my cock in my pants! But, no! I had to fuck 
Melissa. Not once, but several times! Never mind the 
fact that it had never been my idea. It was all my 
fault. And now, she's pregnant. With my baby. What a 
mess my life has suddenly turned into! 

I stared up at Trent and Melissa. They were beaming 
with joy, pride and happiness. I blinked. That's what I 
saw in their faces. They were happy beyond measure. My 
world was collapsing in a pile of rubble, and they're 
happy as two pigs in shit. How could Trent be happy? I 
wondered. 

He not only knows I fucked his wife, but he also thinks 
I knocked her up! How in the name of all that is holy, 
or perhaps unholy, could this madman be happy? Then, 
something forced itself through my mind. What did I 
just hear him say? "What did you say?"

Melissa sat next to me on the bench and kissed me. "I 
said that you have made us the happiest people on 
Earth! We couldn't have had children without you."

I stared first at her, then at him, then her, and then 
him. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Trent sat down across the table from me. "I had an 
accident when I was a child. I injured my scrotum. A 
testicle was smashed. It hurt like hell for weeks. The 
end result is that I can have sex like a normal man, 
but I cannot father children. My sperm count is 
nonexistent. And Melissa and I desperately want 
children. And we want them when we're young. I'm 
graduating from college in a few months, then into the 
exciting world for insurance for a few years before law 
school. But I want kids now."

"And I want to bear a child," Melissa said. "I don't 
have anything against adoption, but nothing compares to 
the feeling of your own child coming from your body."

"And I can't get her pregnant."

I stared at them. "So you had me get her pregnant?"

He nodded. "I will need a complete family medical 
history, but you will be under no financial obligation. 
After all, I'm the Dad. But for medical reasons, you 
will be named as the father."

"We eventually will tell the children who their 
biological father is, but they will always know who 
their dad is, and that's Trent."

"You can be part of your children's lives if you want, 
or you don't have to, if you don't want to. You can be 
Uncle Rick, if you want."

"Why me? Why not Dave."

Trent smiled. "I thought Melissa explained it to you. 
Dave is a friend. You're like a big brother to me. I 
wish I was like you. Everything about you is good. When 
it came right down to it, if I couldn't father my own 
children, you are the one I wanted to."

"But we weren't sure you'd accept. That's why we did it 
the way we did."

I still couldn't believe what was happening. I should 
be happy, and mad, and scared out of my wits. I was 
going to be a father, but I wasn't going to be allowed 
to act like it. "Does anybody else know?" I finally 
asked.

Melissa smiled. "Dave and Lou both know I'm pregnant. 
But as far as anyone is concerned, Trent is the 
father."

"My parents, obviously, know I'm not the biological, 
but they think her parents paid for in vitro 
fertilization."

"We really don't want anyone to know you're the father, 
and we would really appreciate it if you didn't tell 
anyone."

I never did. It's been ten years since then. I am 
currently teaching high school in Oxford, and studying 
for a PhD. Trent is in law school. Melissa and I have 
three children. Everybody thinks they are Trent's, and 
that's the way I want it. 

I got Melissa pregnant for the last time weeks before I 
got married three years ago. Melissa and I haven't had 
sex since then. My wife and I are the parents of a 
little one-year-old girl of our own. My wife knows I 
have three other children, but I'm not sure if I'll 
ever tell our children.

I miss having sex with Melissa. She is great in bed. 
But, I'm not sure if I really miss it. After the torrid 
beginning of our affair, I was sometimes awkward and 
uncomfortable. We got together only when she was ready 
to have a baby. I understood all I had was a baby 
making role. The sex was hot, but I don't think it's a 
situation I'd ever wish on another person.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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