My Sweet Melissa

  I've been sitting here crying for the last few hours.  I know a man isn't supposed to cry but I just can't help myself.  You see I love my wife very much.  I love her with every fiber of my being and that is why I can't understand why I make her do what I do.

 

  I met Melissa my junior year in college.  She was just a freshman and we met at a fraternity mixer.  I saw her the moment she came through the door.  She had an innocence and a vulnerability that made we want to hug her and protect her.  She is only 5' 3" and about 110 pounds soaking wet, with beautiful natural blond hair.  I thought, from her sad demeanor, that she must have just broken up with someone or something but I soon learned that she she was just very shy, and still is. 

 

  I introduced myself right away and went out of my way to do anything and everything for her.  She smiled and seemed very grateful for the attention and the protection and we soon began dating. I knew that I could have probably done whatever I wanted sexually with her before we got married but I cared too much to do that.  Once, however, after an exciting football game which our team won in the final seconds,when we had both had too much too drink, I let my baser urges get the best of me and pushed her head gently down towards my lap while we were necking in my car.  I thought she would put up a fight and say no, but, to my surprise, she just let me push her head down into my lap where she slowly, almost reluctantly,  unzipped my pants and took my penis into her mouth.  It was amazing.  She was no expert, but she seemed comfortable with having my penis in her mouth.  She moved her head slowly up and down on my dick while lovingly caressing the head and stalk with her tongue.  I will never forget how wonderful it felt that first time to have my cock nestled in the warmth of Melissas mouth.  Between the wet friction of her mouth and the gentle strocking of her hand it was only a matter of minutes before I was arching my back in delight. 

  I was amazed when she held her head still to accept my ejaculation in her mouth.  After waiting for me to finish my come, she slowly pulled me out of her mouth and nuzzled at the head of my penis for a moment or two to collect the remaining drops before she removed her head and swallowed my load as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do.  Afterwards, with her head resting in my lap, she gently massaged my half deflated cock.  I wanted to ask her if she had ever done something like this before but I didn't because I wanted to respect her privacy.  I knew in my heart that she didn't mind sucking me off  because we cared for each other and she just wanted me to feel good.  I couldn't wait to get married and be with her all the time.

  I always wondered why Melissa seemed to have such low self esteem.  She did not do well in school and dropped out right after we got married the next year.  I am sure she wanted to be a mother and that was fine with me.  I got a good job and was making plenty of money, but after several years of trying she never got pregnant.  We both saw specialists.  My sperm count was very satisfactory and the doctors could find nothing wrong with Melissa, so it remained a mystery why we she couldn't conceive.  After that her self esteem seemed to hit an all time low.  She worked part time as a hair stylist but she had little enthusiasm for anything and always thought everyone else was better than her.  I tried for years to encourage her and get her to stand up for herself but it didn't seem to do much good.  Eventually I just quit trying.  More and more I became focused on my work and my career. 

 

  Our sex life, wonderful at first, became more and more unsatisfying.  It's hard to keep a positive attitude towards someone with such a low self image.  It's contagious.  Though I fought against it I found myself acting out her low opinion of herself.  As the sex became more and more stale I became more and more demanding in my frustration.  Having her suck me off became a regular thing.  I came in her mouth so many times I lost count, and as these sexual demands became more and more the norm she seemed resigned to letting me use her as I wished.  I know it hurt her to be treated in such a matter of fact way.  One night, while we were driving down the highway on our way back from visiting an old friend of ours, I  reached over and caressed her hair a little.  When she looked at me and smiled I began gently pulling  her head down into my lap.  I could tell she was surprised but she acquiesed and soon my dick was deep in her mouth.  As if it wasn't enough that she was sucking me off as we drove down the highway, I was soon holding her head down and humping her face.  It was as though I was mad at her and had decided to treat her the way she seemed to feel she deserved.  By the lights of the passing cars I could see her beautiful blong hair pooled in my lap and I watched as my dick fucked her mouth.  She seemed frightened by my aggression but that only seemed to make my dick harder.  Soon I was so aroused that I just didn't give a damn.  It was a miracle that I didn't loose control of the Cadillac when I finally shoved my dick all the way into her mouth and injected my sperm into her throat.  She gagged and choked on my cum and for a moment I was afraid that she would vomit all over inside our new car.  But after the last of my spurts she quickly removed her face and covered her mouth to prevent herself from puking.  I wasn't sure what I felt as I saw her sit far over to her side and look out the window with tears rolling down her cheeks.  I loved her and hated her at the same time.  I wanted to apologize and do it again all at the same time.  It had been a truly cathartic experience for me and one of,  if not the most, intense orgasms of my life.  So I just reached down and put my now flaccid dick back inside my shorts, zipped up, and kept driving.  After a long awkward silence I guess Melissa decided to forgive me because she suddenly leaned over and hugged my arm.  "I love you honey," she said quietly.  "I love you too Melissa," I replied sincerely and hugged her to me. 

 

  That was a turning point in our relationship.  From that night on I became more and more demanding sexually.  Several weeks later, after a nice dinner at a luxurious restaurant, I stopped at an adult movie house on our way home.  Melissa looked surprised but didn't say anything as I helped her from the car and led her inside.  The clerk stared open mouthed when he saw the beautifuly dressed woman on my arm as I bought tickets for the movie and led her inside. 

  As we watched the graphic scenes of a girl getting gang banged by a bunch of black guys on the screen I could sense the fear in Melissa.  She sat rigidly and tried not to look around but each time there was any slight noise near us she seemed to almost jump out of her seat.  I thought she was going to shit herself when a big black man built like a professional linebacker made his way down the aisle to sit next to her.  I immediately got so hard I thought I would come in my pants.  As she leaned a little towards me to avoid shoulder contact with the black man she was startled when I took her hand and placed it on the bulge in my pants.  I had to firmly hold her hand there for a while before she allowed me to let go and put my arm around her shoulder.  She gratefully leaned a little farther towards me.  As she did I pushed my hand down her shoulder and into her dress where I cupped her naked breast and started playing with her nipple.  She quickly reached up and tried to pull my arm down and away from her breast  but I wouldn't let her.  After a few moments fo struggle she just put her hand over her tit to try to minimize her exposure to the stranger next to us.  I looked over and saw the black man looking at us.  We made eye contact and nodded respectfully towards each other. 

  The game was definitly afoot at that point.  I watched out of the corner of my eye as he reached down and opened his zipper.  I couldn't see it in the dark but I could tell he pulled something out of his pants and was slowly rubbing it with one hand while staring unashamedly at the beauty of my wife.  My wife, glancing over, saw what was happening and almost jumped out of her seat.  "Please Honey, don't do this" she said. 

"Don't you love me?"  I asked, surprised at the venom in my voice. 

  She started to cry then.  "You know I do baby.  But please.  Not this."  But I was too turned on by now.  I answered her by pulling my hand out of her cup and reaching behind her to start unzipping her dress.   I had anticipated that she would try to stop me so I gripped her hand firmly with my other hand as she tried to move her arm to stop me.    She tried to hide herself by snuggling closer to me as I lowered her zipper to the middle of her back and then reached around and lowered the front of her dress.  By the flickering light of the movie I could see the white flesh of her naked breasts against my side. She didn't need to look to know that the masturbating stranger next to her was staring at her exposed tits.  With my right hand I squeezed her tits and teased her nipples.  With my left hand I started to unzip my pants.   Since Melissa was already half way into my seat trying to get away from the stranger next to her my erection was only inches from her face when it popped out of my pants.  She had no where to go.  My dick was on one side of her and a strangers dick was on the other.  She just stared at my cock as I let go of her tits and pulled her shoulder back towards her seatback so that the man next to her could get a better look at her ripeness.  "Please honey, please" she pleaded.  But I couldn't be stopped.  I just ignored her and looked over at the black man.  He looked up from Melissa's tits and saw me look at him.  I nodded and looked down at my wifes tit.  He understood.  While jacking himself slowly with his right hand he reached over and put his left hand on my wifes breast.

  Melissa started struggling.  I held her firmly.  She started to sob.  "Oh my God.  No.  Oh my God.  No."  The black stranger lovingly squeezed and caressed my wife's exposed tits with great appreciation.  He looked down at them as you would a work of art.  In the dim light I could see the redness of her nipples made erect by the roughness of his big caloused hand rubbing over them.

  "You got a beautiful wife, man."  The black man suddenly said.

 

  "Thanks, I think so." I relied cheerfully.

 

  "Does she give head?" he asked. 

   I was taken aback at his boldness.  Obviously he wasn't going let a golden opportunity like this pass him by.  And though I hadn't intended to let things go this far the thought of what he was suggesting almost made me come in my pants.  Suddenly I had to have it.  I wanted to see my pretty wife suck nigger dick.  I wanted to see her mouth full of black cock. 

 

  Melissa was crying now.  "Please honey.  No. Please honey."

 

  "Now don't be rude baby," I cajoled, "this nice man is paying you a compliment.  I think its the least you can do to show him your appreciation.  Besides its not like this is going to be the first time you have ever sucked dick."  Melissa buried her head in her hands.  "This can't be happening" she sobbed as I reached down and started to push her towards the stranger.  Her heavy breasts came into full view as she sat up straight.  And then the black man put his hand on her neck and pulled her pretty blonde head farther over towards the top of his large black pole.  The realization struck me at that moment that I had just handed my wife over to a total stranger. 

  Very reluctantly Melissa allowed herself to be pulled down to the stranger's lap.  He scooched down in his seat to allow her more access to his cock.  I watched in awe as my wife's tear moistened cheek moved towards his manhood.  I saw her open her mouth, and then it happened.  I'll never forget the sight of that black dick sliding into her mouth.  It was incredible.  I watched as her lips stretched wide to encompass the girth of his cockhead.  He was well endowed to say the least, and when the cockhead was finally inside her swollen mouth her cheeks puffed out wide.  I stroked my steel hard dick as I watched him try unsucessfully to push even more of his enormous dick into her mouth.  But it was just too big.  Her mouth was full and there was no way she could deep throat something that big.  So he just started to rock his hips gently while holding her head still and popping the head of his dick in and out between her distended lips.  A stranger was fucking my wifes' face.

  As I listened to the blaring sound of the porno flick in the background I could just make out the sound of my wife gagging and grunting as she fought to keep from having her face impaled on this black monster.  She had both hands on his leg and was pushing back as he held her head in place with both hands and bucked his hips up and down fucking himself in and out of her mouth.  "Oh, fuck yeah, whore.  Suck my big nigger dick you white trash bitch," I heard the black man say over the sound of the movie as he fucked her face and watched her naked tits swaying lewdly before him.  I knew, even if he didn't, that not only was he fucking my wife's mouth he was also fucking her inner most self.  He might as well have been pushing his dick in and out of my wife's soul the way he was degrading her.  To this day I have never understood how it can excite me so much to watch someone I love be abused like that. 

  Pretty soon the sight of it became too much for me.  I shot my load into the air.  I tried to point it away from me but it got everywhere.  It got on the back of the seat in front of me.  And it got on my hands and pants and all over the floor.  I was so aroused that I wished that I could just keep coming and coming and coming to do justice to the incredibly erotic sight of watching my wife being taken by a stranger against her will.  I sat panting with my cock barely even deflating and watched as the lewd scene beside me continued unabated for at least five more minutes.  It was taking so long, that, after a while, I began to worry that someone would see and tell the management or something.  But then I realized where we were and decided that this wasn't the kind of place where people minded this sort of thing.  It was for sure that this wasn't the polite society in which Melissa and I usually spent out time.  This was definitely not our bridge club or the people we were friends with at the local country club.  I wondered what they would think if they could see my lovely Melissa being face fucked this way; by a stranger, in a seedy run down porno theater, on the outskirts of town. 

  Now that I had shot my wad and begun to calm down I was beginning to feel bad.  Very bad.  I was like a drunk waking up in a ditch after a night of bingeing and wondering where I was and how in the hell did I get here.  Suddenly I felt sorry for my beautiful wife.  What was I doing?  She was crying and a stranger was using her mouth to jack off with. Then, just as this realization began to sink in, and I was beginning to think about intervening and stopping this debauchery of my wife, the stranger had his orgasm.  It scared me as I heard my wife gagging over the sound of the movie while he pushed her face down on his cock further than before and shot his load in her throat.  I could see Melissa's arms pushing back desperately, with all of her might, trying to avoid being suffocated by this man's brutal assault on her face.  And then it was over.  He released his grip, and, with a gasp, my wife rose up and away from the seering reality of what she was experiencing.  As she turned back towards me she was coughing and sperm was flying from her mouth.  I could see large puddles of it mixing with her tears as it ran over her lips and down her chin.  With each cough more strings of semen shot forth from her mouth.  She was breathing heavily and trying to get her wind back as she flopped back agains the seat and pulled her dress up to cover her nakedness. 

  After a few awkward moments I saw the man put his shank back in his pants and zip up.  "Thanks bro," the man said standing up to go.  "That was pretty decent.  You got a right fuckable wife there."  He reached into a pocket and pulled out a business card and handed it to me.   " If you ever want to have some more fun, give me a ring.  I make house calls."

   My cowering wife stared in shock as I reached over to take the card.  "Thanks man" I said.  "Maybe I will."  She watched in total disbelief as I tucked the card into the pocket of my suit jacket.  Then she just broke down crying and sobbing and tried to sink so low into the seat that I'm sure she wished the ground would open up and swallow her.  I leaned over and pulled her towards me and zipped up the back of her dress.  Surprisingly, she gratefully reached both arms around me and hugged me so hard I could hardly breathe.  "Oh baby," she said.  "I'm so sorry.  I'm so sorry."

  "For what?"  I asked incredulously.

  "For not being able to satisfy you sexually.  For making you have to do things like this.  I'm sorry," she continued crying.  "I'll try to do better.  I promise." 

  I couldn't believe it.  Her self esteem was so low that even after I had forced her to do something like this she blamed herself.  In fact, she was so remorse, that, when I asked her to suck me off in the car on the drive home, she do so without reservation.  She sucked me with such enthusiasm and love that when I came in her mouth it was almost as intense as it was the first time in the theater.  We even fucked after we got home and she had orgasms over and over again.  It was sick and demented.  It made no sense.  She hated being degraded and yet afterwards she would fuck like a rabbit.  Like a possessed rabbit.  It was all a mystery to me.  But how could I ever stop doing what I was doing?  Where was my motivation?  I loved watching my wife being used.  I couldn't wait to find new ways to degrade her.  I thought about the card in my suit pocket and wondered what it would be like to have that guy come over some day and take his time with her.