My Sweet Melissa

  "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. And 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 infuential 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 wifes 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 shiffon 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 manuevered my wife to sit next to me on the long sofa while Clayton sat on the other end.  I kept handing her 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 occassion 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 occassionally 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 tippsy.  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 wifes georgeous 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 highpitched  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 wifes 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 ulitmate 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 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 quaterback 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 senstation 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.  Occassionally 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 pusssy.  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 ecstacy 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...I...love my hus....." she tried to speak between the driving force of his lunges into her body.  "I...I...I....Oh G...G...God,  I'm....c....cum.....cumming......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 irresistble 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 persons 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 greastest sexual thrill I had ever exerienced.  

  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 chisled 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 as my sweet Melissa was being used.