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MY SWEET MELISSA, PART 4
When we awoke in bed the next morning Melissa and I were like awkward newlyweds. Something had changed and we weren't sure how to behave.
Melissa had been a willing participant in our 3way. She had wanted to be fucked by the black man, and she had enjoyed it...a lot. Now I wasn't sure how to react.
I c ouldn't condemn her. I had initiated the whole thing. Plus I still couldn't work up the courage to tell my sweet loving wife that I had lied to her about my fertility, or lack thereof. And I sure as hell couldn't work up the courage to tell Clayton to back off. He was too big for me, in more ways than one.
I was confused and I found my wife's silence about the previous night to be strange. As she made breakfast and small talk as though nothing had happened, I was getting a little scared. How did she feel about it all? Was she mad? Excited? What?
Finally as she set my breakfast before me on the table, she leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Thank you for last night, Baby." she whispered into my ear. "I liked it. As I'm sure you could tell." Then she sat down and said, "Now hurry up and eat your breakfast sweetheart; Clayton is is going to be here soon for a blowjob."
I almost spit out my food.
"He says it helps him relax and deal with the high pressure life style of being a corporate lawyer."
I nearly died. I couldn't speak. I could barely see my food let alone eat it. I think my face went pale. What the Hell was happening? Who was this person sitting across the table from me? What the Hell was going on?
There was a knock at the door. I almost jumped out of my skin. I could only stare as my sweet Melissa calmly got up to answer it.
I turned quickly to see her open the door to greet Clayton.
"Good morning Melissa," he said very matter-of-factly. Then he bent over and kissed her warmly on the lips.
She stood on her tippy toes to return the kiss. "Good morning Sir" she said then with a blush and looked downward at the floor seeming to be frightened.
Then, without even acknowleging my presence, he closed the door and turned and put his big black powerful hands on her shoulders and started gently pulling Melissa's soft pink chiffon nightie off of her shoulders. He did it very slowly and sensually.
Melissa shivered as the gown reached the tips of her beautiful full breasts and momentarily paused on it's downward journey. But then he tugged a little harder and it slipped past her pointed nipples to fall in a heap on our floor. Melissa made a little gasp as it fell free.
My cock jumped at the sight of my beautiful blushing wife standing naked in front of a virtual stranger. I couldn't believe this stranger, this black man, was disrobing my wife...in front of me...in my own home. But Melissa didn't resist. She just stared down at her naked breasts. We all did.
After that Clayton made no move at all. He just stood there looking down at her...towering powerfully over her. She looked like a frightened lamb and couldn't move. Soon a tense silence that seemed to last forever filled the room.
Still I was too stunned, and too hard to react.
And then, slowly, inevitably, my sweet wife seemed to wilt under the unspoken force of his will as she sank slowly to her knees before him. As she did so I saw a big tear slide down her cheek and fall on the wooden tile floor of our home.
'Why was she doing this?' I wondered desperately. Did she want to? I couldn't tell. Did she feel like she had to? Why? To please and placate him? To please and placate me? Tears began to form in my eyes as I watched my sweet wife reach up, slowly, silently, with no words spoken, and begin openning Clayton's pants.
Clayton didn't have to say anything. He just watched the sight before him in quiet admiration, like looking at a fine piece of art, as my beautiful blonde sweetheart reached in and pulled out his cock. Then she leaned forward and took the head in her mouth...
She gave him a blowjob. Right there in our house and on our floor she sucked his dick.
It was beautiful; her long blode hair hanging loose, her smooth white skin, her pretty blue eyes, and the dark black dick to give contrast. But mostly it was the sight of her pretty face; mouth stretched wide to take in his big dick.
It was then that I noticed it...the open cell phone in Clayton's right hand by his side. He was making a video of my wife sucking his dick! That was the same cell phone he had answered very briefly last night before he had set it down on the end table by the couch...open...and facing towards the front of the couch where they had...fucked.
Had he made a video of the whole thing? Was he blackmailing her? A sickening feeling suddenly swept through my stomach as I thought back to the night before. I seemed to remember that at one point while Clayton was fucking my wife from behind he had leaned over and whispered something in her ear. I had thought at the time it was just vulgar talk to turn her on, but, was my imagination playing tricks on me, or had she glanced over at the end table just at that moment and then erupted into a huge orgasm? I couldn't be sure. It was just one of the many big orgasms she had had last night. But had she known about it...and liked it?
Clayton finally moved. After a good eight or ten minutes of being intensely sucked by my pretty wife he put his hand on the back of her head and held her firmly as he drove his cock deep into her mouth and came.
I could see her throat muscles working feverishly to swallow all the sperm that must have been pooling in the back of her gullet. And, as she swallowed Clayton's sperm, he took the opportunity to push even further into her open mouth until he was finally shooting directly down her throat.
Once again, just like that first night in the adult theater where this had all begun, Melissa was pushing with all her might against his legs to free herself of his hold on her and to get some air in her spasming lungs.
But she couldn't move until he was done with her.
He finally let her go and Melissa collapsed to the floor on her hands and knees coughing and sputtering like a cat trying to hack up a fur ball. Sperm was everywhere; on her mouth, and all over the floor.
Then Clayton snapped his cell phone shut, zipped up his pants, and turned to go. "And don't forget sweetheart," he said to her kneeling form before he walked out "I'll see you tonight at 7:00 at the mall."
Then he closed the door and was gone.
I got up and went to my wife. "Oh, baby. Oh, baby." I moaned and reached down to her.
"Oh, Mark" she cried and hugged me as hard as she could with tears streaming down her cheeks. "I love you so much Mark. I love you so much. Please hold me. Please don't let me go."
I didn't know what to do. I picked her up and carried her sobbing little form to the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. But she wouldn't let me go. With her arms still around my neck she pulled me onto the bed.
"Fuck me Mark," she pleaded and began to crawl on top of me. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me now. Fuck me like the little whore that I am. I need it. I need it bad. Make me forget Mark. Make me forget everything except us. Fuck me Mark. Fuck the living shit out of me."
She was like a maniac. She yanked down my pants and mounted my hard on. I was so stiff that I couldn't possibly have said no at that moment if my life had depended on it. She rode me with a desperation that bordered on insanity. She couldn't get enough. Deeper and deeper she drove herself down on my cock pushing my hips harder and harder into the matress.
"Fuck me Mark. Make love to me Mark." she kept panting. "Fuck your little whore. Fuck her good."
And so I did. I fucked my wife.
We came together. Not for the first time ever, but certainly with the most intensity ever. She came so hard on me that I could feel her pussy clamping around my cock and almost forcing my sperm out of me. We both screamed.
Afterwards, as I lay panting, covered in sweat, with Melissa's semi-conscious body hugging me I started to wonder how we had gotten to this point. What was going on? Where were we headed? And, more importantly, and of more immediate concern, what would Clayton demand next? What was that about meetin him at the mall at 7:00?
As these thoughts banged around in my head like angry bats trying to find a way out one thing suddenly became clear...astonished and amazed I sat up a little and looked down at my lap. My cock was still stiff, it hadn't gone down. I wanted to fuck my wife again.
And so I did.
I rolled her over and got between her legs and fucked her. It didn't matter that she was out of it like a drunken sorority girl on a Saturday night. Just the sight of her dazed and flushed pretty face, her beautiful blonde hair fanned out across the pillows, and her big luscious tits bobbing to the rhythm of my pounding hips was enough for me.
I fucked her.
I fucked her hard.
I fucked my wife.
And, as if that wasn't enough, when I came I pulled out of her, straddled her shoulders, and then came all over her pretty young face.
Melissa didn't even try to stop me. She just lay there and let me shower her with my semen. And when I was done and I collapsed onto the bed on my side, she didn't even try to wipe it off. She just wrapped her arms around me from behind and we both fell asleep.
When I awoke later, she was still asleep, with her face and beautiful body covered with dried sperm. Then, to my own amazement, I watched myself get my cell phone and take a half dozen pictures of my lovely sleeping wifes cum covered face and body and sent them to Clayton's cell phone. "See what you made me do" I texted him.
"You haven't seen anything yet, bro." came the quick reply.
Incredibly, as I showered and got ready to go to work, again, my dick got hard again. I felt like some kind of a porn stud. Only the star of my porn show was my wife.
I knew I should have felt ashamed or embarassed or something, but, somehow, it didn't really bother me. 'After all', I told myself, 'she's not working or anything so what else is she good for except to be fucked. It was just what her body was built for. Might as well share her with other men. Don't want to be selfish.'
It was hard for Mark to drive to work that morning. Hard because that's what his cock was...hard, as he wondered what Clayton was going to do to her at the mall that evening. He just hoped that Clayton would return the favor and send him some pictures of his wife being used. He also wondered if he could buy copies of the two movies he had made of his wife's debauchery. He should get a discount price on them. After all, it was his wife.
Just then, like extra sensory perception, he recieved a call from Clayton.
"Don't go home now or I'll post the videos I've made on the internet." he said criptically and hung up.
Mark didn't know what to make of that until a moment later he got a message about receiving some video. As Mark looked at the video he saw two strong young latino males who looked like gang memebers fucking the shit out of some poor girl with her hands handcuffed behind her.
She was sitting astride one who was ramming his big cock in and out of her while the other homie stood in front of her and held her head while he fucked the shit out of her face.
'Poor bitch' Mark thought, as he wondered who had sent him this and why. But then, as the camera slowly panned around to the front of the girl who was being gang banged, Mark thought he recognized the bed.
Was it? Could it be? And then the live shot did a close up of the girl's face.
Mark swerved to the curb, almost causing an accident and making several cars honk at him and cuss at him. But as he reached the shoulder of the road he threw open the door, leaned his head out and puked.
It was his wife.
"Oh my God. Oh my God." he cried between heaves. "My sweet Melissa."
And as Mark looked once again at the video in his hand he saw a small script scrawl across the bottom of the screen. "This free video sample presented compliments of the Alpha Club."
"Melissa," he cried. "Melissa, Melissa, Melissa. What have I done to my sweet Melissa?"
The end.
A true story by Bart Nelson
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