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My Sweet Melissa - 3
by Barticlees (01bartilr@sbcglobal.net)
***
The man that Melissa met at the adult theater
insinuates himself into their house and into her pussy.
(MMF, wife, voy, reluc, oral, intr, preg)
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"I know your dirty little secret," the voice said on
the phone.
"Who the hell is this?" I asked, trying to stay calm so
none of the other stock brokers in the office could
hear my voice.
"It's me bro."
Chills ran up and down my spine. Could it be? No way. I
hadn't told the man who had fucked my wife's face our
name or our address.
As though reading my mind the man added, "I waited
outside in the parking lot and wrote down your license
plate number. I do a lot of work for the DA's office
and it was a simple matter to tell them that I needed
to know the address of that license for a case I was
working on."
My stomach started churning, but I wasn't about to be
blackmailed. "Look buddy," I said.
"Call me Clayton," he interrupted.
"Okay, Clayton. That was a one time thing, man. I've
never done anything like that before and I don't intend
to do it again."
"You can't fool me, Mark."
I was getting pretty nervous now. He knew my name. He
knew where I worked and it sounded like he was a
powerful man. I had assumed, since we had been a run
down neighborhood, that he was a local; an average Joe.
But, clearly, I had underestimated him.
"You can't watch your wife being used like that and not
want to do it again. I saw you cum, man. I wasn't just
watching the back of your wife's pretty head as she
took my dick in her mouth that night. I saw what you
did. You shot so hard I'm surprised some of it didn't
get on stage."
It must have been getting warm in the office because I
was starting to sweat.
"Look, Clayton. Okay, I've had fantasies about doing it
again, but I'm not sure this is the right time." As I
said this I thought about how I was still waiting for
Melissa to recover from her anal debauchery in the
empty parking lot several nights earlier.
Since that night we had talked about it and she had
seen how badly I felt and tried to convince me it was
okay. She had put on a cheerful face and tried to
reassure me that sometimes married people needed to
experiment a little to try and keep their sex life
fresh and exciting. But I sensed that I had crossed
over an invisible line a little, or maybe a lot.
I sensed that she was depressed, as though she was
beginning to doubt whether or not I respected her. I
know that she knew I loved her. I couldn't imagine life
without her. And I hated myself for the things that I
did to her. But I couldn't stop. It just turned me on
too much.
"Sorry man," Clayton's voice intruded upon my thoughts,
"but it's the right time for me. And that's all that
matters."
"Like hell it is..." I started to protest.
"I wonder what our little Miss Melissa would think
about the fact that you lied to her about the results
of your examination."
A darkness gathered around me. Did he really know? That
was something that no one else was ever to find out
about... EVER! How had he...?
"Yeah man. I got influential friends all over, even in
the medical field. It's amazing how grateful people can
be to their lawyer. Especially when he helps them to
avoid multi-million dollar medical malpractice suits."
I thought I was going to throw up. "I don't know what
you are talking....."
"Don't fuck with me man. You are sterile. Your little
boys can't swim for shit. You couldn't make a baby in
your wife's cunt in a million years. I wonder what she
would think if I told her that you have lied to her
about it all this time."
He knew.
"Man, you let her think it was all her fault. No wonder
the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with her.
There ain't nothing wrong to find. The only thing wrong
with her, bro, is that she's married to a jerk."
I could feel the earth falling away from below my feet.
I was free falling into space. I was in danger of
losing the thing that was most precious to me in the
whole world; my sweet Melissa.
"See, you ain't got a leg to stand on, motherfucker.
You didn't have the balls to tell her, pardon the pun,
so now you're going to invite me over to your house
tonight for dinner. Or.... I can just make a little
phone call or send a quick e-mail to your wife. Yeah,
man, I even know her e-mail address. I'm one relentless
son of a bitch. And right now I got my sights set on
your wife's mouth; those pretty little pouty red lips
right below that cute upturned nose and those beautiful
big blue innocent eyes of hers. The marines have landed
baby, and they are headed for your wife. See you around
8:00?"
I was stunned. I was in shock. This was happening way
too fast. I wanted to grab my garbage can and puke into
it but I didn't want to alert the others in the work
area as to what was going on.
"I-I... oh God," I stammered, "What have I done?"
"Okay. Eight it is Mark. And just so you know, I'm
partial to Chicken Kiev. And don't worry, I'll bring
the wine. See you then buddy. Semper Fi."
As I leaned over and wretched into the toilet bowl in
the furthest stall in the men's room, his words echoed
through my mind and burned their way into my soul;
'semper fi' ... always faithful.
When I called my wife to let her know that I was having
a colleague over for dinner she perked right up. She
always enjoyed cooking for and entertaining my friends
and business associates. She was proud of me and
supportive of my career. I felt so low I wanted to
crawl under my desk and hide. And, "yes", she said, she
knew how to make Chicken Kiev. It was, it turned out,
one of her favorites also. She just hadn't gotten
around to making it in a while.
"And wear something nice, baby," I added, feeling like
a snake.
"Anything I wear looks nice sweety," she teased.
I couldn't argue with that. "See you after work honey,"
I said, trying to keep myself from crying.
"Love you baby," she said before she hung up the phone.
As I slowly closed my cell phone I wondered how in the
hell I was going to pull this one off. Einstein
couldn't figure a way out of this.
At exactly eight o'clock there was a knock on the door.
"Honey, this is Clayton," I said by way of
introduction, as the large and powerful form of my
wife's past and soon to be future rapist walked through
the door. "You may recognize him from that Christmas
party we went to at the Stevens place last year. You
remember, the one where we had a little too much to
drink and had to get a ride home from Carl?"
I would know in a moment if this was going to work. My
heart was in my throat. I had prayed, and prayed hard,
that this little ruse would work. I hoped she had not
gotten a good look at his face that night in the
darkened theater. After all, it wasn't his face that
had been the focus of her attention. And he had been
dressed down in jeans and a pull over shirt. He hadn't
presented then the striking figure that he presented
now; dressed in a six hundred dollar suit with a Rolex
on his wrist and some expensive looking gold rings on
his hands.
As I looked at him for the first time since that night,
I had to admit that there was a polished ruggedness to
his features and an intelligence in his eyes that gave
him a charismatic charm. And, when he smiled his broad
smile and leaned down to shake my wife's hand, his
perfectly white teeth sparkled from left to right and
back again. I figured that if I could just get through
this initial introduction, I would worry later about
her recognizing any of his other "features".
"So pleased to see you again, Melissa," he said, taking
her delicate little white hand in his powerful grasp.
I watched without breathing as Melissa looked at him. I
could see a momentary wariness cross over her face like
a dark cloud and I thought I was going to die. But
then, as I could almost see the gears turning in her
head, she must have decided that she was just being
paranoid and smiled cheerfully back at him.
"Yes, you do look familiar," she said innocently. "That
was some party that night wasn't it?"
"Indeed, Melissa," he added smoothly, with a twinkle
in his eye, "I just love a good party, don't you?"
The Chicken Kiev was perfect. My wife was perfect. She
was wearing a little yellow chiffon dress that really
complemented her long blond hair. I tried to make sure
that she had plenty of wine. I even proposed a couple
of toasts for silly reasons to encourage her to drink
as much as possible. She was going to need it. I was
going to need it. Clayton, on the other hand, drank
only modestly. He clearly didn't want to dull his
senses for what was to "come" later.
After eating, we all retired to the den to relax and
watch a movie. Zero hour was fast approaching for me.
Too fast, like a runaway train. I maneuvered my wife to
sit next to me on the long sofa while Clayton sat on
the other end. I kept handing her wine glass and
encouraging her to drink. Slowly, it was beginning to
work. She was becoming a little tipsy and a little too
open about the things she was saying. I laughed and
nodded at everything she said. I encouraged her
continuously so that she would speak up and not be shy.
I wanted her to lose all of her inhibitions. And I do
mean, all, of them.
About half way through the romantic movie I had rented
for the occasion Melissa was clearly feeling no pain.
She gets very randy when she drinks and I was counting
heavily on the affects of the wine to help me. So,
after a particularly romantic scene, when I leaned over
and kissed her and she responded enthusiastically, I
began to think that there was hope after all. With the
lights turned down and the glow of the television
floating around the room I could feel my wife beginning
to heat up. I put my arm around her waist and gently
moved my hand up and under her breast.
She didn't seem to mind as I occasionally pushed gently
up against her breast during the movie. She had almost
forgotten about the presence of Clayton who had the
remarkable ability to put her perfectly at ease and
make himself feel right at home.
I poured on more wine. I knew now that she was going
beyond tipsy. She was getting drunk. Maybe, I thought,
this was going to work. I was going to share my wife,
in our own home, with the man who had fucked her face
just a couple of weeks ago in a porn theater.
She could see that I was getting hard again. My zipper
was bulging just thinking about the whole erotic
situation, and, at one point, she giggled and
surreptitiously put her hand on my crotch and rubbed.
"Are we getting a little woody, sweety," she whispered
in my ear.
I leaned over and kissed her and moved my hand up over
breast and began to squeeze.
"Oh God, baby," she said, "that feels soooo good."
Then, through the alcoholic fog of what remained of her
ability to think rationally, her sense of propriety
reminded her; "but we have company sweetie. "
"Let him get his own girl" I said, as I leaned down and
kissed her fervently. As I was doing that I slipped my
hand into the top of her dress and squeezed her tit.
"Ohmygod," she breathed into my mouth with a start. It
was like I had hit an electric 'on' switch. But instead
of fighting she just began melting into me. She put
both hands around my neck and kissed me. We kissed long
and deeply and it was almost as though she was trying
to fuck my face with her tongue. She was into it.
It was happening.
I wasted no time in working the zipper down on her
dress. She did absolutely nothing to try and stop me.
So then I started to massage her breasts with both
hands. She was panting so hard I thought she might come
just from the stimulation on her nipples. I was sure
that if I were to put my finger in her pussy at that
moment that I would find myself in a seething hot swamp
of pink flesh.
That was when Clayton reached over and started to play
with one of her tits. She knew what was happening but
she just leaned her head back and moaned as the
sensations coursed over and through her. She placed her
hand over his and helped him to caress her breast. She
was on fire. Quickly, Clayton and I began to take off
the rest of her clothes while we continued fondling her
dangling tits. At one point Clayton even pulled her
face towards him and kissed her deeply. She hungrily
kissed him back.
I got up and pulled her dress down her legs and off her
feet. Then I grabbed her skimpy pink panties and pulled
them down and off. The sight of her hairy pubic mound
dripping with moisture almost made me come right then
and there. Clayton continued kissing her and caressing
her tits as I removed my shirt and started taking off
my pants. As I threw them aside I saw that Clayton was
lowering his zipper. And, to my total amazement, as he
gently pushed my wife's head down towards his now
exposed dick, she just let him.
And so, without any resistance or hesitation, she
rolled over, got on her knees on the floor, moved
between his legs, leaned over, and took the head of his
huge cock in her mouth. My hand went to my now freed
cock standing straight out in front of me. I gently
stroked myself as I stared down at the sight of my
beautiful wife's gorgeous white ass while she knelt
before this black man and made love to his dick with
her mouth. He didn't have to fuck her face this time.
This time she was doing all the work. As I knelt behind
her and prepared to fuck her, I watched her head bob up
and down and up and down, furiously trying to fuck his
dick with her mouth.
The warmth of her pussy as I penetrated her from behind
was not to be believed. I could feel each inch of my
hard cock as it slid into her feminine opening. I could
feel her wrapped around me like a divine sheath. As I
slowly began pumping back and forth, and in and out,
savoring the perfect friction, I was torn between
watching her pussy lips go in and out as they hungrily
gripped my cock and the beauty of the little brown anal
star between her two perfect butt cheeks, or watching
as she gave head to the man who had forced his way into
our house and into our lives. As I fucked my wife from
behind, I just leaned my head back and swooned with
pleasure. I wanted the moment to last forever.
I was fucking my wife and Clayton was playing with her
tits as he watched Melissa suck his cock. The evening
was perfect. Her beautiful dress lay discarded in a
heap on the living room floor right next to us, along
with her frilly lace panties and matching bra. I
continued fucking. After a while my wife started
moaning. Incredibly, I realized that Melissa was more
turned on than we were. She was about to come.
And she did. With Claytons huge black member gripped in
her hand she started to jerk and shove back against me
with all her strength. She was unable to continue
sucking him as her orgasm swept over her so the cock
that she held with a death grip in her hand just rubbed
back and forth over her cheek, spreading its moisture
on her face, as she jerked and spasmed through her
come. The sound of her high-pitched voice gasping in
disbelief at the intensity of each wave of the orgasm
that swept over her was something I will never forget.
I can almost come just from the sound of it in my
memory. It was the sound of a female being fucked; the
mating sound of a woman in heat.
I couldn't hold out against the sensations. We had only
been fucking for about five minutes now and I wanted it
to last forever. But it was all way too hot. The
thought of my innocent wife being gang-banged was way
over the top. I tried to fight it as I felt the spear
of pleasure begin to push its way towards my dick. I
tried to slow down but it was too late. I was going to
come in my wife's beautiful pussy while she was on her
knees sucking a black man's cock. A man who had
blackmailed me into inviting him over for supper just
so he could fuck my wife. It was all just way too much
to fight against.
I squirted my sperm deep into her cunt. Her orgasm had
spread from her body to mine and sucked the sperm out
of the depths of my soul, through my body, up the
length of my dick, out of the frantically opening mouth
at the head of my dick, and deep down into her open
vagina. All I could do was grunt in disbelief at the
extreme pleasure of this ultimate fuck of my young
wife.
I collapsed and fell back and felt the sweet sensation
of my cock sliding out of her now very sloppy and wet
pussy. As I lay on my back and tried to regain my
composure I could see Clayton smiling down at the sight
before him. Me on my back and my shrinking dick covered
with mine and Melissa's fuck juice. And Melissa with
her head resting on his leg, still holding tightly to
his rock hard tower of black stiffness. And I watched
as a triumphant smile spread across his face.
"Beautiful, baby. That was beautiful," he said, as he
started to get up. "Why don't you just lie down on the
floor here Melissa, and spread your legs,."
Resigned to her fate, my wife obediently rolled over
and spread her legs for him.
"The first string quarterback is coming into the game
now," he said, as he knelt between her open legs and
pointed his dick at her opening.
"And he's about to score the winning touchdown up
inside your pussy," he added as he slowly pressed
himself into her.
As exhausted as I was I couldn't miss this. I rolled
over and watched in wonder at the sight of Clayton's
big black cock as it slid ever so slowly and ever so
relentlessly up into my wife's open pussy. The marines
had landed and, inevitably, irresistibly, they had
achieved their objective. Their dick was inside my
wife.
Clayton fucked my wife and she didn't fight him. Quite
the contrary, she welcomed him with open arms, and open
legs. She swam in the glorious sensation of his sex
exploring inside of her. Her pussy received his cock
with total acceptance and unqualified love. It was as
though her pussy was granted him permission to use her
as he saw fit. It submitted to his masculine aggression
and assented to be fucked by him any way he wanted.
And Clayton wanted. Man, did he ever want. He gazed in
wonder at the sight of my wife's magnificent body
receiving his hardness and the sight of her beautiful
face lolling in rapture. And he fucked her. For a good
long time, he fucked her. Over and over, in and out, as
though he were intending to spend the rest of his life
enjoying the sensation of fucking my wife, he just kept
pumping and pumping and pumping. Black on white/black
in white.
He pumped and pumped. This was what he had been waiting
for and he had no intention of rushing. Each time he
started to get to close to orgasm he would just slow
down or stop and he would run his hands up and down the
sides of her hips in silent admiration of the beauty
that nature had created, or he would gently squeeze and
caress her breasts with a deliberate tenderness that
drove my wife mad. Then he would resume fucking
Melissa.
Occasionally he would vary the rhythm of his thrusting
as though he were escorting Melissa into regions of
sexual experience that she had never known. And when he
would push himself as deeply as possible into her she
would make a kind of grunting noise that was both
pleasure and pain.
They fucked. Him pumping down, and her with her arms
wrapped around his huge powerful shoulders trying to
pull him ever farther into her body. So far into her
body, even, that I thought she was trying to swallow
him whole with her pussy. But Clayton didn't mind. He
took his time and savored every moment of this married
white woman's subjugation.
He liked fucking white pussy. He loved fucking my
wife's white pussy. He knew this wouldn't be the only
time. He knew he would have her, again, and again, and
again, and again and... There was something to be said
for seeing what you wanted and just going after it, he
thought to himself as he fucked my wife. She was one
fine piece of ass.
It was incredible. Not only did my wife enjoy it, but
she came on him. More than once. She was having
multiple orgasms from his dick. And still he kept
going. I could tell that whenever she orgasmed he had a
hard time not ejaculating but somehow he managed to
restrain himself. He would slow down and little and
wait for her orgasm to pass. He would look down
lovingly and indulgently as she bucked against him and
cried out in her ecstasy and then, like a machine, he
would resume his ministrations as though nothing had
happened.
I thought this was going to go on all night. I wondered
if it was possible for a woman to have so many orgasms
that she hurt herself. Could she go mad? Would she just
collapse? Then, suddenly, he stopped and pulled himself
from inside of her. He looked down at her lewdly
splayed legs and the dark cavern between her thighs.
"Roll over bitch," he said. "Get on your knees. I want
to fuck you like the white trash that you are."
Suddenly, through the fog, something seemed to register
with my wife. She opened her eyes in wonder, and though
she was rolling over in obedience to his demand, I
could see the light go on in her head. Something about
his voice. What had he called her? Bitch? It sounded
familiar. Then it came to her.
"You, you're... you're the... uunnggh!" her sentence
was cut off as Clayton shoved his dick into her from
behind. I saw my wife's back arch upwards from the
force of his thrust like a horse in a rodeo trying to
buck off it's unwelcome rider. Over and over he fucked
her. It was almost inhuman. She was so small and frail
and he was so big and strong. Her pussy didn't stand a
chance. There was no way she could resist him now.
"That's right bitch," he said between thrusts. "I'm the
one who fucked your face at the movies. You are one hot
piece of ass baby. Your husband don't deserve such a
fine piece of pussy. You should move up in the world
baby."
"I-I... love my hus..." she tried to speak between the
driving force of his lunges into her body. "I-I... Oh
GOD! I'm....cummmming! Oh dear God, oh dear God." Her
train of thought had been cut off by another, more
powerful train; the runaway train of her body's
irresistible need to release the volcanic sexual forces
that had built up inside her. It was in her and it had
to come out.
And it did. She came so hard it scared her. Her head,
though jerking spasmodically around with the rest of
her body from the force of his thrusts, went totally
rigid as the veins in her neck popped out like steel
support girders and she tried desperately to survive
the onslaught of the natural upheaval that exploded
inside of her. Again and again her whole body jerked
independently of the dick that was fucking her and I
knew she was having the most intense orgasm of her
life.
I was afraid it would kill her. I wanted to help her
but there was nothing I could do. I lay on my side in
stunned disbelief at the intensity of everything that
was happening. There was no way, I thought momentarily,
that something this intense could ever happen twice in
a person's life. But then I quickly remembered that
night in the adult theater when Clayton had fucked
Melissa's face and realized that I had thought the same
thing then. Seeing my wife being used by another man
was, without a doubt, the greatest sexual thrill I had
ever experienced.
And then Clayton came in my wife.
He threw his head back and actually roared. I didn't
recognize the sound at first and it wasn't until I was
watching a movie on television weeks later that I
realized what the sound had been. It was the "woohaw"
sound that the marines make in boot camp. He must have
been a marine at one time. My wife's cunt had been
invaded by the marines. It was easy to believe by
looking at his body. I sure as well wouldn't want to
fight against him in a battlefield. Hell, I couldn't
even compete with him in my own house. Or even in my
own bed.
As he came inside my wife I saw his big arms stiffen
and his massive shoulders clinch tight. I marveled at
the chiseled look of his sculpted body as he tensed all
over and pushed himself forward so far that Melissa
hung from his hips like a punctured rag doll with her
body flailing helplessly at the end of his manhood.
As he shot forth his semen, I knew what he knew. He was
inseminating my beautiful precious wife. She never used
birth control because we thought we didn't need it and
now he was doing what I couldn't. He was planting his
seed deep down in her heaving, throbbing, and
desperately grasping pussy to begin the magical
processes of procreation. He was fucking my wife... in
more ways than one.
And all I could do was just sit and watch my sweet
Melissa being used.
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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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