Melisa is horny as hell

Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived with her parent's at their large estate in Rhode Island. Melisa, more than Simon, wanted to move out, away from her rich father's influence. Even though he had the best intentions in the world, Melisa didn't want her husband conforming to her father's conservative way of life, which she felt Simon would if they remained living there. As it was, her husband could be a real stick in the mud at times, and Melisa didn't want him getting any worse.

Her prayers were answered one day when Simon received an unexpected job offer from one of his old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead used all of her charms and every trick she knew to coax Simon into accepting the offer, which was no small accomplishment since her father had a counter offer for a large pay increase and a better position within his corporation for Simon. In the end though, Melisa won out, and they moved away to Simon's home town in northern Wisconsin.

Tonight, a week after their move, her husband's old high school friends were having a welcome home party at The Landing, a small lodge hidden deep in the woods. Away from their wives for the evening, Simon's buddies proceeded to get drunk out of their minds while telling Melisa, the only woman present, about the wild times they use to have together. After a couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales, Melisa began feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed.

In yet another toast made by someone, she gulped down her fifth shot of whiskey. Melisa, feeling no pain and more than a little horny, then started giving her husband some not-so-subtle suggestions about how amorous she was. With a drink in her hand and sporting a devilish grin, the petite redhead un-characteristically walked up to him and asked Simon to go outside, suggestively squeezing his buns and winking at him. Simon grumbled, "Maybe, later."

Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour later, Melisa walked over to the far end of the patio behind The Landing. The view was incredible. It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full moon hanging in the sky. Like the largest light bulb ever created, the moonbeams sparkled off the water of the lake below, bathing the surrounding forest and patio in a soft white glow.

When she reached the railing, Melisa noticed the shadow of someone off to the side, but she was too horny to concern herself with one of her husband's drunk friends. Slowly turning around, she tilted her head back, and parted her lips for a kiss. His hands immediately went to her breasts as he bent down to kiss her. Melisa felt him groping around at the top of her expensive dress, almost ripping it, as he tried to get his hands inside.

He finally pushed her dress from her shoulders and pulled it down. His touch felt like fire when his fingertips finally dipped inside the lace cups of her bra. Melisa could feel his urgency, his desire, and she was happy that it matched hers. She heard a slight tear, then a loud rip. In his lustful state he had torn her bra apart.

The round curves and softness of her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night air. Melisa didn't care that he had ripped her bra. She had waited three long hours for this, and a torn piece of clothing wasn't going to dampen her excitement. He pinched her already hardened nipples while his lips continued to crush and smother hers in a sloppy kiss. Melisa moaned her hunger into his open mouth.

He dropped his hands and seized the undulating cheeks of her firm ass. Because he was 6' 4" and she was only 5' 5", even with 3" heels on, their embrace didn't last long. Already Melisa's neck was getting sore from leaning back at such an awkward angle. Breaking their kiss, she pressed her hands against his chest, and stepped back a bit. Simon's heart almost stopped beating when his wife reached out to open his jeans. With lust in her eyes, Melisa quickly undid his pants, and pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles.

Dropping to her knees in front of him, Simon held his breath as Melisa teasingly licked and kissed her way slowly up his thighs. He gritted his teeth when her lips parted, and she encircled the crown of his dick with them. Simon though his head would explode when his wife's mouth began to suck and swallow his now completely hard shaft. Her saliva was making his dick glisten like the lake below them. In the two years they had known each other, Melisa had never sucked him off before.

Simon was too stunned by the sight of her luscious, red lips sliding up and down his thick rod to say anything to her now. While she gently fondled his testicles with her right hand, his wife reached around and massaged his ass with her other one. Melisa then began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded to steadily increase its loving action.

Almost ready to climax, he reached for the back of her head, but Melisa removed her mouth from his cock and raised herself up.

"I can't wait any longer. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now!" his wife panted as she lifted her dress up to her waist and spread her feet apart.

Simon had tried telling her that The Landing wasn't as fancy as the places back east, only a local hang out for the loggers and a few sportsmen who knew of it, but Melisa insisted on dressing up for the party anyway. In the bright moonlight, the sight of her shapely legs encased in tan nylons and perched atop a pair of high heels was the most erotic vision Simon had ever seen. When Melisa's trimmed, red pussy hairs came into view, Simon was shocked.

He didn't know she had left the house without wearing any panties. With the top of her dress down and the bottom of it raised, Melisa hoped she looked like a woman begging to be fucked. That's what she was, and that's what she wanted to look like. It had been over a month since Simon had fucked her last, and Melisa thought she'd die if she didn't get fucked now. With ease, he lifted her 105 pound frame up and kissed her hard on the mouth. Melisa wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back with a passion Simon didn't know she had. When her silky legs surrounded his mid-section and she locked her ankles together, he cupped the cheeks of her small ass in the palms of his hands.

With one swift and powerful thrust, his entire cock pierced and buried itself inside her pussy. Melisa suddenly broke their kiss and cried out. Savoring the way his cock had enlarged and filled her pussy so completely, his wife held herself steady for a moment. Every nerve in her body tingling with excitement, and a barrage of fireworks was going off behind her tightly closed eyelids.

After the initial wave of pleasure passed, Melisa looked into his eyes and in a throaty whisper said, "It's been so long!" His wife then crushed her mouth over his in another wet and passionate kiss. Simon was shocked that his prim and proper wife from the east coast could ever act this way. "Come on, baby, really give it to me. Fuck my brains out! Faster! Faster!" Melisa hissed as she began to wildly bounced up and down, impaling herself upon his cock with every once of energy she had.

Simon was starting to feel dizzy, and wasn't able to stand on his own two feet any longer. While Melisa continued to fuck him like some sex- starved nymphomaniac, Simon weakly dropped down to sit on the wooden bench by the railing.

Melisa cried out again, "Come on, honey, fuck me faster! Please, baby, faster! I'm almost there. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"

Suddenly, Simon became sick to his stomach. Just in time, he leaned over the patio and heaved his guts out. After Melisa straightened out her clothes, she kissed him one more time then went back to rejoin the party. Simon threw up again when the man who just fucked his wife followed her inside.

"Good morning, sleepy head." he heard a soft and far away voice say. The throbbing pain started as soon as Simon opened his eyes. Melisa leaned forward and gently kissed her husband on the forehead, while her hand ducked under the covers. "How could you?" was all Simon said, not even flinching when Melisa's cold fingertips touched his crotch. "Hey, I did everything I could last night to get you to... you know... make love to me.

I'm still horny, Simon." The pain in his temples was replaced by a dizziness as blurred images of the scene he witnessed on the patio at The Landing came back to him. Melisa's silky legs were wrapped around another man. Another man's huge hands were squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she furiously leaped up and down on him. Another man's tongue was probing her open mouth in an eager kiss. Simon closed his eyes in torment. Was it all just a bad dream? Did he only imagine that Melisa had sex with someone else last night?

His wife mistook his confused look as a sign of a hangover. "Do you want something for your headache, or how about some breakfast?" Melisa asked as she slipped out of bed and threw her robe on. "Maybe after you're feeling better, we could... mess around." "Mess around?"

Simon said, then mumbled under his breath as she walked out of their bedroom, "That's not what I'd call it!"

Melisa was right about one thing though, Simon was experiencing the worst headache of his life. It had been a long time since he went out drinking with the guys, and now it was time to pay the piper. His stomach did a sudden flip-flop, and he made a mad, stumbling dash for their bathroom. On his knees in homage, Simon had no offering for the porcelain god. His belly was empty. All he could do was listen to his gut wrenching prayers as they echoed around in the rotund bowl, making his head pound that much more.

His stomach began hurting from the violent convulsions it was going through trying to present anything in praise to the short, white deity he was kneeling in front of, but it had nothing to give. Like a rejected beggar, Simon bowed his head and implored the powers to be for mercy. The icy-cold, ceramic altar was soothing his forehead when his silent petition was answered.

The toilet seat came crashing down on the back of his neck. "Oh, honey, are you okay?" Simon turned toward the compassionate voice he heard, and looked up through the hallow-like hole above his head. "My, oh, my! Don't we look green."

Melisa said and then started laughing. "It's not funny!" Simon groaned, half in anger, half in self pity. "From where I'm standing, you look funny. Here," Melisa said as she grabbed her husband's arm and helped him to his feet, "get back to bed. You'll need to sleep this one off." After making him take some asprin with a full glass of orange juice, Melisa tucked her husband into bed like a little boy.

"JESUS H. CHRIST! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" came the shout that woke him up. "Leave me alone!" Simon grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to see who was there. "Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?" Simon's best friend Bob, yelled out. "It should be ready in a few minutes." "Come on, those muskies are practically dying to jump in the boat, LETS GO!" All Bob got was another tortured grunt. "Did Simple Simon have too much to drink last night? Does his little head hurt?" Bob teased. "ASSHOLE!" "PUSSY!" "Double asshole!" "Weekend Weed Whacker!"

Simon opened his eyes at his friend's last jab. He remembered it was a derogatory nickname the locals called all the city people.

"What the hell are you doing here? It's not even..." then Simon remembered they were suppose to go fishing this morning.

"Damn, what did those people on the east coast do to you?" Bob said, then quickly yanked the covers off of Simon.

"Hey, Melisa, Simon's got one of them retractable fishing rods and the line's all tangled up! You better get in here and help this poor boy, cause I sure as hell ain't!"

"OKAY, I'm up already! Now get the hell out of here while I get dressed!"

"Never mind. False alarm." Bob shouted. In the kitchen, Melisa sarcastically stated, "Another one!"

"I need to ask you something, Bob."

"No, we're not going in! I don't care how many times you throw up, or how green you get. I'm always out here until I get my quota, so don't ask again."

"It has nothing to do with that." Simon said.

"What is it then?" When his friend didn't answer, Bob turned his head around.

Simon seemed to be looking at something in the distance, so Bob followed his line of sight, and tried to figure out what it was.

Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he asked again, "Well, you going to tell me what's on your mind?" Confused, hurt, angry and still hung over, Simon said, "Never mind."

Melisa was so startled to hear the knocking at the front door that she almost dropped the box of crystal she was carrying into the dinning room. Setting it on the table, she yelled out, "I'll be right there!"

A man wearing only a T-shirt and jeans, his back turned to the door, was standing on their porch. Boy!, she thought, They sure grow them big up here! Melisa suddenly realized she was still only dressed in her short robe.

She jumped when the man began knocking again. Opening the door up enough to stick her head out, the half-naked housewife asked, "What can I do for you?" "Hi there! My name's Jack. Sorry to bother you, but can I use your phone? My truck got a flat and I need to call somebody out here. It's just down the road a bit." he said with a smile.

"Don't you have a spare?" Melisa asked, afraid to let a stranger in the house, especially the way she was dressed. "Don't I wish! Listen, I haul logs for the mill, so it's not my rig, but if I'm not back by a certain time, I'll be in deep shit. Look, I just need to let them know I got a flat, then I'll go back out there and wait for them to send somebody to fix it."

"Where are my manners? I'm sorry. Come in, the phone is in the living room." Melisa said as she opened the door all the way. Jack stepped in and followed her as she walked past him after closing the door. Tom was right. Not only was the redhead beautiful, but she had a fantastic body!

She was a little small for his taste, but if everything else Tom said was true, he could overlook that. When Melisa turned around to face him and point at the phone on a table by the wall, Jack had to swallow his heart. The red haired beauty before him had the biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen on a woman her size. While Jack was on the phone, Melisa knew she should have gotten dressed.

Every time she turned around the man's eyes were on her. It was like he didn't care if anyone was on the other end of the line. Her cheeks turned red and her pulse quickened when she saw his gaze fix upon her breasts. Pulling her robe together to hide herself from his stare only seemed to make Jack's eyes grow larger. Looking down, she noticed the thin material of her short, white satin robe was stretched tightly across chest, making her erect nipples even more visible.

Completely embarrassed for getting excited just from having a man look at her, Melisa ran into the kitchen. "I've got to hand it to you, Tom, you were right." Jack said when the woman disappeared. "She sure is something else! How long have I got?" "Well, it's only nine and she's probably sober by now, so be here when everybody gets back from lunch." his boss said.

"Thanks! See you at one." Jack replied as he hung up the phone. Now all he had to do was figure out a way of getting the redhead to let him stay in the house while a fictitious emergency truck repaired his fictitious flat tire.

"Say, lady!" he called out, "Can I use your bathroom?"

"It's the first door on the left, down the hallway."

When she heard the man close the bathroom door, Melisa raced from the kitchen and into her bedroom. She hurriedly straightened up the bed, threw the clothes she wore last night into the closet and took her robe off.

After wiggling into a tight pair of pink bikini panties, she searched for a matching bra in her dresser drawer. From the corner of her eye, Melisa saw something move, and bolted upright in surprise. Less than two feet away, Jack was standing in the open doorway to the adjoining bathroom. He didn't say anything, didn't even apologize for sneaking up on her, but then he didn't have to.

The way he was looking at Melisa said it all. Before, when he was on the phone, his looks were appreciative, even complimentary. Now, there was something else in his eyes, and Melisa started to tremble. Jack was awed by the near flawless set of tits the young redhead had. And her nipples! My God, they were the most perfectly shaped little nubs he had ever laid eyes on! The two of them just stood there, both with their mouth open and both wanting something different.

Neither knew what the other's next move was going to be, so they both were afraid to move. Wearing only a flimsy pair of panties, Melisa felt vulnerable and helpless. On the other hand, Jack couldn't remember the last time he was this sexually aroused. It was certain they couldn't just let the tension keep building up between them, one of them had to do something, but which one was going to make the first move? Last night, Melisa had too much to drink, and just got carried away.

That's all it was. Yet, like last night, she could feel her pussy beginning to moisten, and she became embarrassed again. The young wife looked down, to keep the man from seeing the way she was blushing. Her heart skipped several beats, and she stopped breathing.

The man's cock was sticking out of his open jeans, coming to life, bouncing slightly as it grew larger and stiffer. Her nipples hardened all the more at the sight, and Melisa became ashamed from the way she was reacting. Tentatively, Jack raised his right hand. Melisa flinched at his sudden movement, but stood her ground.

Slowly he reached out to her. The sigh the redhead made after his hand covered and gently squeezed her left breast told Jack all he needed to know. He reached out with his other hand and began slowly squeezing both her tits. Melisa legs wobbled, and another sigh escaped from her still open and suddenly dry mouth. Jack released her breasts, and his hands slid to her rib cage.

Melisa clamped her eyes shut and bit her lower lip as she raised her head. Her mouth opened with a soft and pleading moan as his hands surrounded her slim waist. She felt his fingers at her hips, hooking themselves inside the only piece of clothing she had on. Like a hot knife through butter, Jack ripped her panties on both sides.

Melisa's only response was to look up, not in surprise, but in anticipation of his next move. Jack noticed the change in her and reached down. Melisa's legs parted, and he lazily pulled the torn and useless panties from between her quivering thighs. At that moment, they both knew she was his. Melisa, almost in a trance, walked over to the bed. She couldn't believe that she was again going to fuck a man she didn't even know!

"That makes twelve, six each, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Jesus, Simon, you really look like shit! How about we get you a little hair of the dog that bit you?"

"I just want to go back to bed." Simon said as he put his fishing gear away.

"By the way, don't forget you and Mel are suppose to come over tonight for dinner. Sue's been dying to meet your wife." Bob said.

"I meant to ask you about that. How come nobody else brought their wife or girlfriend last night?"

"I'm not suppose to tell you this, but all the girls are planning a big surprise dinner for you two day after tomorrow.

Tell Mel to be prepared, too. Some of them are pissed at her for catching you. I'm pretty sure she'll even hear some catty remarks from Sue tonight."

"Look, Bob, I only dated Sue once, then stepped aside when you told me how you felt about her."

"Shit, I'm not accusing you of anything. I wouldn't mind being in your shoes, though. A lot of the other guys feel the same way. We're just jealous. Hell, you were the star jock at school, had your pick of any girl you wanted, got a nice scholarship, married a gal who's not only the sexiest creature on earth, but comes from a rich family to boot!

You guys are the envy of the whole town, so you better get used to it. The same goes for the rest of us. Yeah, I'm a little jealous, too, but I am what I am. Just do me a favor, will you?"

"What's that?" Simon asked his friend.

"Don't let it go to your head. As far as I can tell, all your success hasn't changed you. Try to keep that way."

Simon waved from the dock as Bob pulled his boat away. The fresh air had done him some good. At least he wasn't sick anymore, and maybe only a short nap would get rid of his headache. As he walked up the hill to the lake front cottage they recently bought, Simon thought of asking Melisa about last night.

He then decided it was best to get rid of his headache first. Besides, he still wasn't sure if he had really seen Melisa with another man, or if he had dreamed it all. Thankful that his wife wasn't around when he opened the door, he tossed his fish into the kitchen sink, and headed off to bed. Simon might as well have been shot with a gun when he opened his bedroom door. In a way, he was.

This was no dream. This was real! His wife WAS with another man! Melisa was kneeling over his prone body. Her hands were clutching at his dick and balls, while her lips were sliding up and down his cock. Simon could see the obscene lump in her cheeks expand and move as a stranger's dick poked around inside his wife's sucking mouth.

Simon could see Melisa's tiny hands stroking the thick shaft of the huge cock protruding from her lips. Simon couldn't see who the man was though. His head was trapped between Melisa's thighs, hiding him from view, as she lewdly smeared her pussy back and forth in a fucking rhythm on his face. The wet slurping sounds of their tongues and mouths on each others genitals made Simon sick to his stomach again.

Their grunting, groaning and moaning made his head pound more painfully. The brokenhearted Simon wanted to die on the spot! Melisa shamelessly made love to the man's cock with her mouth and tongue as her fingers played with his hairy scrotum below her chin. Her dainty hands then firmly grasped the base of his cock, and with ever increasing speed, she began stroking his dick with both hands while her head bobbed up and down.

Melisa twisted her face in a corkscrew motion and her hands continued to fly rapidly over the man's shaft until he finally ejaculated. She suddenly gagged when his cock briefly forced its way into her throat. She then moaned loudly in orgasm as vast amounts of thick gooey cum poured from her lips and began running down the dick she was still wantonly sucking.

Simon didn't see or hear any of this. He had rushed outside, racing aimlessly up their driveway and then down the road. With tear stained eyes, he looked up when he heard a car coming from behind.

"Well, hello there stranger! Long time no see. Hop in, I'll give you a ride." a cheerful woman's voice said.

Like a zombie, Simon walked around to the other side of the car and got in.

Letting the hot water of the shower pelt her still tingling body, Melisa shook her head. She felt guilty for cheating on her husband a second time, but she also felt marvelously satisfied and very relaxed, something she hadn't felt in a long time. Melisa really did love Simon, and knew that what she did was wrong, but she just couldn't help herself.

Two years ago, before she ever met her husband, Melisa's sex life was phenomenal. She was one of the most sought after girls on campus, and with good reason. Melisa thought college was nothing but a four year orgy and very seldom turned down a chance to have sex. She had no qualms about letting any of her dates get into her panties.

The guy had to be a real geek if he couldn't get between her legs, and even then, Melisa would at least give him head. As far as she was concerned, the only thing in life that could come close to having a stiff cock was shopping. Melisa knew everybody thought she was a slut, but it didn't matter because no one would dare say it to her face. Her family's status in the community prevented that. It was also the reason for her wild behavior.

The strict rules and conduct she had to abide by at home didn't apply when she wasn't there. Her father's dated codes of what a lady should act like always collided her unbridled spirit. And after high school, she became even more rebellious toward him. All of this seemed to change when she started seeing Simon. It was as though her popularity had dropped to zero. All the guys stopped asking her out, and wouldn't even flirt with her anymore. At 6' 5" and the middle linebacker for the football team all four years he was there, Simon was an imposing figure that nobody wanted to mess with, but Melisa didn't take this into account.

She thought men didn't find her attractive anymore. In a way, this was all right, because she fell in love with Simon, and didn't want her past indiscretions to ruin their relationship. But, within six months after they got married, Melisa began to feel unwanted and repressed again. Even though she always wore the sexiest clothes she could lay her hands on, Simon didn't seem to want her. Before they moved, her confidence plummeted to an all time low because he hadn't fucked her in over a month. She couldn't understand why Simon didn't want to fuck as much as she did. Melisa just couldn't go that long without sex, and didn't know how her husband could. Sure, she enjoyed fucking the guy last night and the one this morning, it helped take the edge off her sexual appetite. But she really didn't want to fuck them, she wanted Simon to fuck her.

"Well, if my own husband won't screw me, at least I know other men still want to." she said aloud when she stepped out of the shower. As degrading a thought as this was, Melisa decided it wasn't her fault. She also made up her mind that she'd fuck someone else again if Simon didn't start paying more attention to her.

It was only eleven o'clock in the morning and already Simon was well on his way to getting bombed. He picked up the tenth shot glass from the neatly lined row of twelve, and gulped the fiery liquid down in a single swallow. Janice was still sitting across from him, talking up a storm about something or other. He didn't know what she was saying, or did he really care. She had been yakking away ever since she picked him up on the side of the road. He looked at her through the empty thick shot glass.

All he could see were two distorted red lines, opening and closing. "You still suck cock?" he blurted out. Totally stunned, Janice sat there with her mouth hanging open as Simon continued his one sided conversation. "I didn't think my wife did, but she does. She's a pretty good at it too, opens her mouth up real wide and plays with your balls. You play with the balls when you suck a guy's cock?"

When the bartender looked their way because Simon wasn't being so quiet anymore, Janice leaned forward and said, "Why don't I take you home now, Sy. I think you've had enough."

"Is she with him?" he mumbled.

"What?"

"Is she still with him?"

"Simon, you're not making any sense. What are you talking about?" Janice asked, not really understanding him.

Leaning over the table the way Janice was, Simon got to within inches of her face and said, "My wife and some other guy are playing hide the salami in our own fucking house!"

"I don't believe it! You're just imagining things. Why, from what I've heard, your wife sounds like a real nice girl."

"I saw it with my own eyes! Melisa was sucking this guy's cock and rubbing her pussy all over his face, right there in the middle of our own fucking bed!"

"Listen, Simon, why would any girl in her right mind want to run around on you? Besides, name one guy in this neck of the woods who would even dare think of doing something like that with your wife. Hell, you only moved back a couple of weeks ago. Nobody's even met her yet!"

Janice truly believed what she was telling her former boyfriend, because that was how she felt. Six years ago, they were the hottest item in town. Janice had dreams of marrying Simon one day and living happily ever after, but then things changed. When he received a full scholarship to a university on the east coast, she was happy for him, but also sad because her plans for getting him to ask for her hand in marriage were put on hold.

The day Simon left for college, Janice thought her life ended. She would have waited until Hell froze over, if he asked her to, but never Simon did. Janice was completely shattered, and blamed herself for letting him get away. Even though she had married someone else since then, she still loved, and often dreamed of Simon. Janice doubted that Melisa was cheating on him, but maybe, just maybe, this was the second chance she'd been hoping and praying for.

Simon, for the first time since she picked him up, really looked at Janice. Her soft chestnut hair was longer than it use to be, and her face was thinner, but Janice was still very attractive. She still has that look, Simon thought. Janice's deep brown eyes were what attracted him to her in the first place. When they were alone in the past, which was often, she would give him a look that was adoring, while at the same time very sultry. She was giving him that look now, and the old feelings for her were starting to come back. Simon reached out to hold Janice's hand, but she jerked it back quickly.

"Let me get you home." she said as she gathered up her things. "I told you, I don't want to go home."

"Well, I can't stay here all day, Sy. I've got shopping to do and a house to clean. I really have to go."

Feeling sorry for himself again, Simon leaned back in his chair and said, "I'll be fine, why don't you take off." Driving away and leaving Simon at Don's tavern, Janice began thinking. If his wife was really cheating on him, she could get Simon back.

She had heard the rumors about her own husband's infidelities and figured that all she had to do was wait around and catch him in the act, then file for a divorce. Janice suddenly pounded on the steering wheel when she realized exactly what she was thinking about. "Damn it, Simon!", she yelled, "Why did you have to come back?" and then she started crying.

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