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Melissa, Our Roommate Ch. 01

By: shapeshifter37



Kelly broke the idea to me over a takeout meal of Chinese the other night. "Biff, you remember my friend Melissa, right?"

I nodded, carefully keeping my face neutral. Melissa was a woman Kelly had known for a couple of years. Slender, well endowed, and with long tresses of light blonde hair, she was very attractive. Unfortunately, she was in a relationship with a real dick of a guy and neither Kelly nor I liked being around him, so we rarely did "couple-things" and so I didn't see very much of her.

"Well," Kelly continued, taking a sip of her beer, "She finally broke up with that asshole, Gary."

"Woohoo!" I cheered. "Now maybe she can hook up with somebody normal and we can all hang out."

"Slow down," Kelly cautioned me. "Jerk or not, she was with him for three years, so it may be a while before she's ready to start looking for someone. Anyway, she has a bit of a problem now."

"What's that?" I asked.

"She needs a place to stay for a while. The apartment they shared was originally his and he's keeping it. And you know she doesn't have any family in the area..."

"Oh!" I responded with surprise. I kind of had some mixed feelings about it, actually. On the one hand, having a sexy woman move in would be nice on the eyes. On the other, a roommate can be a real pain in the ass and I wasn't thrilled at the idea of having to share the TV and not be able to run around in my underwear if I needed something.

"It won't be for that long," pressed Kelly. "And I know she won't be a pain or anything -- she's really sweet and considerate. Plus, she needs help."

I couldn't really have said no anyway, because a friend is a friend. So, rather than prolong the decision, I smiled and said it would be fine.

"Great!" said Kelly. "She's been staying at a hotel for a couple of days. I'll call her now."

***********

Melissa arrived a couple of hours later with a pair of suitcases in hand. "I've got a bunch of stuff in the car too, but I'll probably just store most of it until I find a new apartment," she explained. I hurried over to help her in the door with everything. She gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, whispering, "I'm sorry about the hassle. You'll hardly even know I'm here."

I told her not to worry and grabbed her bags. We had set up a makeshift bedroom in the office, with an inflatable bed in the center of the room. I motioned for her to lead the way and followed her into the hallway. I have to admit, for being distraught over a recent breakup, Melissa still managed to look good, and watching her ass sway as she walked in front of me was fascinating.

"It's not much, but on short notice..." I apologized as she sat down on the air mattress.

"Oh no, it's fine," she insisted. "Besides, it's not like I'll be doing much on it besides sleeping," she grinned. 

Kelly laughed out loud. "You'd be surprised at how much that air mattress can take," she teased with a poke at my ribs.

I grimaced in mock embarrassment. It's actually fairly hard to put me off center, but for the sake of appearances I pretend. "We, err, wouldn't know anything about that..." I sputtered. The ladies laughed and Melissa gave me a knowing look.

"Well, as long as the sheets are fresh, I don't care if it's been used like a cheap hotel mattress," she quipped.

Since it was getting fairly late, Kelly suggested we let Melissa get her things in order and call it a night, which sounded like a perfectly reasonable suggestion. We said our goodnights, and she hugged each of us, thanking us again for the place to stay.

**********

Late that night, I woke up to a full bladder. It seems that the beer I had drunk earlier wanted to be released. Conscious of our new companion, I took the time to throw on a pair of boxer shorts before heading to the bathroom; normally I would just go naked. I went in and did my business as usual. When I opened the door, Melissa was waiting in the hall. She was wearing a thin T-shirt and shorts for sleeping, and in the light of the doorway, even sleepy as I was, my attention was instantly captured by circular outlines beneath her nipples in the material of the top. It looked very much like Melissa had a pair of nipple rings! I felt my cock stiffen instantly at the realization. Suddenly, I noticed that her gaze had dropped to my crotch and glanced down to discover that not only was I tenting my boxers, but that the head of my dick had slipped through the opening in the front. I hurriedly put myself away and stepped to the side of the doorway.

"My turn," Melissa murmured as she brushed past me to go into the bathroom, her chest bumping my arm. As I slipped back into bed, I realized I could faintly hear the sound of her peeing in the bathroom and became erect once again as I imagined what those nipple rings must look like...

***********

Since it was a Saturday morning, Kelly and I felt at ease sleeping in. We awoke late to sunlight streaming through the bedroom windows. Warm, sunny mornings have a way of making you want to stay in bed sometimes, and this was definitely one of them. Kelly snuggled her head into my shoulder and kissed my neck and chest lightly. Her hand rubbed across my chest and stomach, sliding down to my cock. Gently, she squeezed me to hardness.

"I'm horny," she whispered into my ear.

"I am too," I whispered back. I glanced at the clock - 10:15. "But it's fairly late, and Melissa is here..." I hesitated. Kelly was stroking my cock fairly steadily now, and it felt great.

"So?" Kelly retorted quietly. "We can be quiet. And if she hears a little something, well, I guess she'll have to take care of it herself if you know what I mean." Kelly had a naughty little smile on her face. Her manipulations of my dick were really getting me worked up now.

"I bumped into her in the hall last night," I told Kelly. Perhaps since we were discussing her, it just came out.

"Mmm," acknowledged Kelly as she slid down to tease my nipple with her tongue. "She wasn't naked, was she?"

"No, she had on a little top like you sleep in, but...did you know she has her nipples pierced?"

"Sure," Kelly said. She kept stroking me and licking me. "That's not all she has pierced, from what she's told me. Why, did she show you?"

"No, but you know how thin those tops are. The outlines were kind of obvious, that's all."

Kelly pumped my cock firmly. "Sounds like you liked it..." She slid up and started kissing me hungrily, her tongue piercing my lips. Just as she started to swing a leg over me, we heard a tapping at the door. Kelly quickly slid off of me and I shot her a little look before she called, "Come in!"

Melissa opened the door. She was wearing the same clothes from last night, I was not displeased to notice. She also had a large tray of breakfast food and coffee with her.

"Morning sleepy-heads... I thought I'd make some breakfast since you guys are helping me out so much." Her eyes slid down the comforter to where I was steadily willing my erection to decline. "I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time..."

"No, breakfast in bed is always welcome!" Kelly reassured her. "Besides, we can always fool around later. Biff was just telling me he bumped into you in the hall last night..."

Melissa was setting the tray down on Kelly's nightstand and flinched slightly at that. "Well yeah, but I didn't really see anything," she stammered.

I mentioned before that I'm difficult to embarrass; between this, and my wife's helpful comments, I was getting there. I felt my face redden slightly, and then more when Kelly looked at me curiously. "Were you running around naked last night?"

"No, I had my boxers on. I just, um, maybe slipped out a little through the front flap. But only for a second or so," I explained.

Kelly laughed aloud. She took a quick look at Melissa's chest, where the nipple rings were faintly visible. "I understand now. Melissa, I think he got a hard-on seeing your nipple rings," she teased.

Melissa looked down at her chest in shock. "Shit! I forgot about that. I didn't even realize you could see them. I should go change..."

"Sit down," Kelly overrode her, patting the bed. "He knows about them now, and it obviously doesn't bother him, and I don't care, so let's eat."

Melissa acquiesced and handed us each a coffee. She had made a delicious french toast and bacon breakfast. Come to think of it, I don't know if I've ever had breakfast-in-bed made for me before. It was actually very nice. We made small talk for a while as we ate. I tried not to be too obvious as I checked out Melissa. Even in the morning, without having done her hair or makeup, she was quite stunning. Her nicely sized breasts looked amazing braless under that flimsy top. I would have had to call her a 34B or so, and since she was so slender it was a fairly dramatic look. And of course, I found those piercings very intriguing...

Kelly decided to be a little wicked and very slowly moved one hand down, under the covers, until it was on my cock. She very subtly squeezed me pleasurably, without making any movements that would be visible through the comforter. "So Melissa, I was telling Biff that you have other piercings besides your nipples," she began. She knew she was teasing me and intentionally using Melissa as ammunition.

"Well, of course I told YOU that, but...You didn't say where, did you?" Melissa blushed.

"No, but I bet he's curious now that he knows."

Melissa blushed furiously, but she smiled through it. "Well, okay - besides these two," she explained, motioning towards her breasts, "I have a ring in my clitoral hood. And I used to have my tongue pierced, before I started working professionally."

"That's awesome!" I exclaimed. 

Kelly continued to play with my cock subtly. "One of Biff's old girlfriends had a pierced tongue, didn't she?" I nodded. "You always said that the blowjobs were amazing."

Melissa interjected, "Guys loved it. They said it felt a lot more intense. I was disappointed when I had to take it out." Clearly the memory was having a bit of an effect on her; her nipples had grown fully erect and not only were the rings clearly visible under the thin top, but even her brown areolas were noticeable.

"I've never been with a woman who had a vaginal piercing though," I mentioned. "Or pierced nipples, for that matter. It's awfully sexy, at least, I think so." I was trying hard not to move much. Kelly's hand, the sexy talk, and the view were all getting me quite worked up.

"Melissa, I...um...well, maybe I shouldn't," Kelly began. Of course, that pretty much guaranteed that Melissa's curiosity would be piqued, and she gave Kelly the "go on" gesture. "Well, can we see them? The nipple rings, I mean - you don't have to show us the other one..."

"I don't know if I should..." Melissa hesitated. 

"It's not like we can't see most of them already," Kelly countered. "Plus, you already got a peek at my husband anyway." 

As Kelly had anticipated, Melissa's eyes dropped to the bulge in the blankets at my crotch. With careful timing, she moved her hand enough just at the right moment to hint to Melissa what she was doing down there.

Melissa licked her lips faintly and then shrugged. "Why not, right?" She crossed her arms in front of her, grasped the bottom of the shirt, and pulled upwards. Kelly stroked my cock more aggressively as Melissa's breasts fell into open view, followed by her blonde hair and beautiful face. So there we were, silent for several seconds, all of us staring at the small gold rings hanging from Melissa's hard brown nipples. Kelly kept playing with me and I was amazed that my wife was jerking me off while I looked at another woman's tits in our bed. Melissa grew bolder and moved one hand up to delicately grasp her left ring between her thumb and forefinger. She pulled and twisted at it lightly until her nipple grew even harder and her breast lifted slightly from the tugging. Then she cleared her throat and stood. 

"I think I'll give you guys a little time then," she said. She picked up her shirt and slowly backed out of the room, topless, staring at Kelly's hand fondling me under the covers.

The second she closed the door, Kelly was on top of me. She spread her slick pussy open with one hand and positioned my cock at the entrance with the other. Then she sat down firmly upon me, taking my entire 8" in one long stroke. Her cunt was like a jungle in the afternoon: hot, sticky, and dripping wet. I couldn't believe how turned on she was. She buried her face in my ear and fucked me hard, moaning loudly. I knew she wasn't in this one for a long build; Kelly wanted to come hard, and the sooner the better. She was riding me like a jackhammer, her clenching slit tight around my shaft.

She started talking dirty to me, something she only does during sex when she's really turned on and trying to get me off as quickly as she expects to get off. "You liked seeing her tits, didn't you? You liked looking at my friend half naked. Watching her pull her nipple ring. I bet you want to see her cunt ring too. Or wish you could have had one of her tongue-ring blowjobs. It would be so sexy to watch her sucking on you..."

Kelly's erotic monologue was setting me on fire. Every rocking of her hips sent waves of pleasure through my groin, and every escalation of her comments, from looking, to touching, to sucking, brought me closer to the edge. I could feel the trembling in her cunt signaling her imminent climax. "Fuck me," she yelled loudly. "I love your thick dick in me. Come inside me while you think about those tits!"

She drove herself over the cliff, and me along with her, as I knew that Melissa could probably hear every word. Obviously she would have heard us fucking, but hearing Kelly talk about her tits during sex might be something else. At any rate, it was so hot that I didn't care at that point, and I pulled Kelly's mouth to mine for a deep french kiss as I filled her with my load. Her dripping gash tensed ferociously around me as her orgasm swept over her, and we came hard together. We fucked gently for a couple more minutes as we came down, the sloppy sound of our bodies moving together audible in the new silence. Finally we relaxed and Kelly settled on my chest, her semen filled cunt leaking around us as my dick softened inside of her. I distinctly heard the bathroom door close then, and the sound of hands being washed. 

Melissa, Our Roommate Ch. 02



Things weren't awkward that afternoon, thankfully. I had been a bit worried that Melissa would feel strangely about the morning's encounter, both showing off her tits for us, and then most likely hearing Kelly talking about her during our sex. But I did notice that she was strangely fidgety by early afternoon. I didn't really think anything of it until I realized we hadn't seen her for a little while.

"Kelly, where did Melissa go? Did she leave or something?" I asked.

"No," she answered. "Maybe she went to get something from her car." Kelly got up and went to the window. "Oh, for the love of God!" she exclaimed.

"What?" I was a little concerned by her tone.

"She's outside smoking a cigarette," Kelly muttered. "Hang on a minute." Kelly pulled on a pair of sandals and headed to the door. A few moments later, she was back with Melissa in tow.

"I didn't want to bother you guys, so I just figured I'd go outside, and..." began Melissa, blushing. I hadn't realized she was a smoker, since we rarely saw each other socially. But now the cat was out of the bag, and I felt my pulse quicken a bit at the sight of the long white cigarette in her fingers.

"Don't be silly," Kelly reproached her. "We've smoked together at the bar; you know I smoke occasionally. Besides," she continued, switching to whispering in Melissa's ear with a knowing glance at me. I strained to hear what she said but couldn't. However, I got the general idea when a tiny, sly smile crept across Melissa's face and she put the cigarette between her lips for a long, leisurely drag.

Kelly asked Melissa for a cigarette, and Melissa gave her a pack of Marlboro Light 100's. "See, it's even my brand," she teased as she lit one. I was rapidly starting to feel the effects of watching these two sexy women smoking in front of me and my jeans were feeling rather tight. I decided that I'd better go out for some exercise before I started completely gawking and really made a fool of myself. I excused myself and announced that I was going for a long bike ride. The ladies simply waved and giggled.

I changed quickly and decided to take a quick pit stop before I hit the road. I did my business, and just before I flushed, I noticed something caught behind the bathroom door. Bending down, I discovered a pair of panties on the floor. I figured it must have been Kelly's - she's always leaving her underwear in the bathroom. But I know her underwear well, since I've bought most of it for her. This was a simple black cotton thong from Banana Republic, and Kelly doesn't own any of their panties. I realized it must be Melissa's, forgotten after her shower earlier.

Almost unconsciously, I touched the crotch. They were still slightly damp, and I could see the faint darker circle that marked the extent of her wetness. I realized our little game earlier must have had an effect on her. Her spicy musk scented the air lightly and I fought the urge to bury my nose in the moist fabric. In a marked display of self-control, I put the panties back as I had found them and quickly left for my ride.

**********

"I think I'm going to take a nap," Kelly told Melissa. "I'm a little tired, and I thought maybe we'd get a drink tonight."

"I'll probably do the same in a little while. I might watch some TV first though," Melissa answered.

Kelly stood and walked towards the bedroom, shedding her outer clothing. She lay down on top of the covers and closed her eyes. She tried to relax, but was having a hard time. Part of her mind kept going over the hot experience of the morning. She had never seriously considered sharing her husband with another woman before, but she had found it very exciting to tease him with Melissa's help. Watching him look at those beautiful tits and pierced nipples while stroking his cock had made her feel very powerful and very aroused. Kelly's pussy started tingling fiercely. She tried to push the vision out of her head, but was having little luck. Every time she tried counting sheep or visualizing a peaceful forest, her cunt itched and her mind filled with images of brown nipples and stiff pricks.

Finally, she decided that if she were ever going to get a nap in, she was going to have to do something about the situation. She glanced at the door to make sure it was still basically closed; she could hear the television faintly through it. Then she leaned over to Biff's side of the bed and opened the "sex" drawer. She pursed her lips and reviewed the selection. "Fuck it," she thought. "I'm really horny." She reached in and grabbed what we like to call "the big one", a large clear dildo that was about 11" long and 2 1/2" thick. Rolling onto her back again, she put the head against her pussy and started playing with her clit with the other hand. 

Gradually her twat responded with a warm rush of natural lubrication. Kelly twisted the dildo through the folds of her labia several times until her wetness was smeared well across the fake cock, and began slowly inserting it into herself. She had to bite her lip not to moan as the thick head passed through her outer lips and started working into her canal. As her cunt stretched to accommodate the big toy, she kept stroking her clit and fucking more and more of it into her.

Kelly was a couple of minutes into masturbating when Melissa used a commercial break to retrieve a hairbrush from her suitcase. As she passed the bedroom, she glanced in through the crack in the imperfectly closed door. What she saw stopped her in her tracks. Kelly had her legs well spread, panties forced to one side. She had a pillow over her shoulder and had buried most of her face in it to muffle her moans - and also blocking her view of the doorway. And she was sliding the big dildo all the way in and out of herself with long full strokes.

Melissa struggled with her conscience briefly. She wanted neither to violate her friend's trust, nor to be caught doing so. But the sight was incredibly erotic. One thing Kelly probably didn't know about her friend was that she was bisexual; it wasn't the sort of thing you talked about in a professional work setting. But it had been some time since she had sex with her boyfriend, well before the breakup, and several years since she had been with a woman. Melissa found herself stroking her damp pussy for the second time that day, the first being when she listened at the wall as Kelly and Biff fucked earlier. It had surprised and aroused her to hear Kelly teasing Biff about her tits and she had come hard.

Now she needed to come again, watching her friend ride that thick latex cock. Melissa realized she had the hairbrush still in hand. Within seconds, her mind was made up. She reversed it in her grip and reached between her legs. The brush wasn't that large, and her gash was slick with her passion-fueled moisture, so its handle slid up her cunt with ease. She clenched down on it as hard as she could with her vaginal muscles, and used her other finger to tweak her clit and tease her clitoral ring.

As Kelly's intensity built, so did Melissa's. She only wished that she had something as big between her legs as Kelly did. Yet the sight was so erotic that she actually found herself climaxing just before Kelly, her juices running out in sticky strands across her hand. Kelly came a few seconds later, shaking hard and burying the dildo almost fully inside herself. Even the pillow couldn't completely muffle her cries of pleasure as her orgasm hit her.

Kelly slowly pulled the thick cock out of herself, grimacing slightly at the feeling of emptiness that it left. She wiped the better part of her emissions off of it with Biff's pillowcase, figuring that the scent would probably give him erotic dreams all night, then tossed the dildo back into the drawer and slid it shut. Moments later, satisfied, she slept soundly.

**********

About an hour later, Kelly awoke feeling refreshed and decided that a little pick-me-up was in order. She peeked in on Melissa and saw her resting on the air mattress, so she decided not to disturb her. She jotted a short note, "Starbucks - back by 4:00" and left it next to Melissa, then quietly departed. 

When Melissa heard the door close and lock, she opened her eyes quickly. She glanced at the note, then the clock. "Good, I have a half an hour or so," she thought. Knowing what she was about to do was wrong, she nevertheless felt strongly compelled to get a closer look at the toy Kelly had been using earlier. She hurriedly rose from the mattress and headed into our bedroom. It took her no time at all to figure out which drawer was the right one, since Kelly had been careless in closing it. However, when she pulled it open, she was immediately surprised.

While Melissa knew from girl-talk at work that Kelly was certainly not a prude, she wasn't prepared for the array of sexy toys she discovered inside the drawer. There were several dildos, some vibrating and some not, ranging from medium-sized to very large. There were two butt plugs, lubricants, a set of vaginal balls, and even a vibrating cock ring! But Melissa's attention was immediately drawn to the thick dildo Kelly had been using earlier. Even with two other big toys in the drawer, it was easily the largest toy there. Melissa picked it up, marveling at the size. Her hand just barely closed around the circumference. 

She looked at it closely and realized she could make out traces of Kelly's dried pussy juices on the clear latex. The discovery turned her on immensely. She realized that if she were caught now, or even worse, in the next few minutes, she would have a hell of a lot of explaining to do. But she had to feel that thing inside of herself. She sat down on the bed and pulled her shorts to one side. She hadn't bothered with underwear after her shower, so it was easy to expose her cunt to the open air. Still wet from earlier, her pussy was now a gooey mess with anticipation. She put the blunt head of the dildo against her opening and spread her vaginal lips open with her other hand. Slowly but firmly, she began pushing the dildo into herself.

At the 1-inch mark, Melissa was amazed at how hard she had to push to get the dildo into herself. It was as if it was not meant to fit, and the sensation was slightly painful yet compelling. At the 3-inch mark, she began to feel a powerfully satisfying fullness and fought the urge to cram the cock in too fast. At the 5 inch mark her cunt finally seemed to give up all resistance and suddenly relaxed, allowing the dildo to quickly sink into her until the hand clutching its shaft was wedged against her pussy. That was also the point at which her first climax washed over her. "Holy fuck!" her mind screamed. "It's so fucking big, I've never been full like this in my life!" 

She started trying to slide the dildo back out but her twat was spasming so intensely that it was very hard for her. As she twisted the dildo to gradually slip it out, a string of orgasms raked through her intestines and she suddenly felt dizzy. Suddenly she heard the sound of bike tires crunching on leaves from the window. Shocked into action, she yanked the dildo out of her hot hole, gasping at the sudden vacuum it left. Far from satiated, her passions were blazing after the brief encounter with the dildo. She quickly tossed it into the drawer and rushed from the room, adjusting her shorts as she went.

**********

It took me a couple of minutes to get my bike squared away in the basement before I went inside our condo. I was fairly sweaty and a bit tired; I had tried to work out as much of my sexual tension through the exercise as possible. When I got inside, Melissa was laying on the couch with a magazine in hand, flipping nonchalantly through the pages. I thought it was funny, though, that her face was flushed and that she was holding the magazine upside-down. I figured maybe I caught her at an awkward moment and decided to leave it alone.

"Biff, um," she began with a funny note in her voice. "Do you think maybe you could help with a couple of things from my car like you mentioned last night?"

"Sure," I replied. "I might as well do it now, since I'm already sweaty." I grinned at her, not missing the appreciative look she gave my damp chest and arms. She handed me her keys and asked me to bring "the two big suitcases" which I couldn't possibly miss.

Sure enough, I found them just fine, and they certainly were large. I decided prudence was better than showing off, so I grabbed just one and headed inside with it. "In here," she called from her room. I hauled the heavy case in and set it on the floor, noticing instantly that while I was outside Melissa had put on a sexy red lipstick and had lit a cigarette. I gulped quietly, feeling my cock stirring. Melissa seemed to know the effect she was having on me as she looked me in the eye and took a long drag. She exhaled to the side. "Could you put it up here for me please," she asked, patting the desk beside her. Knowing it was probably too heavy for her to manage conveniently, I lifted it up and tried to squeeze in to place it for her. I say tried because she made it a little tight with the spot she had chosen to stand in, forcing me to bump up against her breasts with my arm as I moved in. I didn't complain, of course, but I felt a bit silly.

I quickly went and retrieved the other case for her. I just headed directly into her room with it this time, ignoring the partially closed door. She was next to the other case still with it open, and was wearing only a bra and panties. "Oh shit, sorry," I said starting to back away. She laughed and exhaled a stream of smoke. "Don't worry about it. After this morning, I don't have too many secrets to hide, do I?"

I had to admit, she had a fair point, but I did feel awkward with a gorgeous woman standing in front of me wearing only a sexy white lace underwear set, smoking. "Your wife mentioned going out for drinks tonight. What do you like better - this?" she said, motioning to her current outfit. "Or this?" she continued, holding up a sheer black mesh bra and panty set. I really didn't know how to answer, but the expression on my face must have given a preference away. "The second one shows off the rings better, maybe I'll wear that..." she mused.

I was about to make my escape when she brought that up, but then my curiosity was once again piqued. "Melissa, I'm just wondering, and this is totally clinical of course, but I've never...um, well, I've never seen a clit ring before, and do you think...?" Melissa smiled slyly and took a drag from her cigarette. She motioned me over and sat on the edge of the desk in front of me, spreading her legs. "Just a peek, okay?" she cautioned. "Ready?" I nodded and leaned in slightly.

Melissa reached down and pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, revealing a cleanly shaven pussy with a medium-small gold ring dangling from a pronounced clitoral hood. The sight was fascinating to me. Looking closely, I could see tiny beads of moisture lining her inner labia and could smell her feminine scent. Melissa used one fingernail to lift the ring outwards to reveal her swollen clit.

"Does it feel good? During sex, I mean, and, um, oral sex?" I asked.

"It feels fucking fabulous," she said quietly. "Kelly should really have it done. It makes you almost insatiable. Sometimes I feel like I could come if I sat down too hard."

She let the panties slip back into place, obscuring the amazing view. I realized I had leaned in to within just a foot and a half of her cunt to look at her. "OK tiger, show's over," she announced, "Unless you have anything to show me..." 

"No, I think that pretty much covered the piercings in this condo," I answered, intentionally taking her very narrowly so as not to get into trouble.

"Too bad you didn't know me back when I had my tongue ring," she teased, lighting a fresh cigarette.

"I bet the guys really loved that," I commented as I watched her sexy lips. She was slowly backing me out of the room.

"So did the girls," she agreed. She put the cigarette in her mouth and reached behind her back with both arms, unclipping her bra. Then with a smile, she used her foot to swing the door shut in my face.



Melissa, Our Roommate Ch. 03



By the time Kelly got back from Starbucks, I had succeeded in willing my erection to subside. I realized that Melissa was just teasing me and probably was testing out her womanly charms a little since she probably felt a bit rusty. Still, it had been quite a first day of living together, and I wasn't sure if my libido was up for all the stimulation. After a minute's reflection, I laughed at myself. Sure it was - I was 28 and hornier than when I was 18. I just hoped I didn't get myself into trouble.

Kelly kissed me on the lips and handed me a café mocha. She called out to Melissa that she had a coffee for her, and Melissa said she would be out in a minute. Kelly sat down on the couch and saw the cigarettes lying on the coffee table. She lit one and leaned back, slowly exhaling.

"So," I began, "I hear we're going out to the bar tonight." I saw Kelly smile as she took a drag from her cigarette.

"Not exactly," she responded. "You'd probably get in the way." She tried to keep a straight face at my hurt expression but ended up laughing. She kissed me sweetly and snuggled her head into my shoulder. "Not like that, silly. I think it needs to be a girls' night out. Melissa has been out of the dating scene for a long time and is going to want to meet some guys. If you're there, she'll feel like she has to entertain you too, and she won't meet anyone. Understand?"

Of course it made total sense. I told Kelly I'd just rent some movies and that they should have a good time. Meanwhile, it was getting towards dinnertime, so I got up to start some spaghetti, all the while sneaking peeks from the kitchen at my sexy wife as she smoked in the other room.

**********

Around 8:00, the ladies started getting ready. I pretty much stayed out of the way, relaxing with a book in the living room and enjoying the sight of two beautiful women running around half dressed. I could hear them talking faintly as they went from bedroom to bathroom, back and forth. As much as I tried to focus on the book, it was hard not to simply watch the sights. After all, my wife spent the better part of half an hour in black panties and fishnet nylons, walking around without a bra or top on.

"Which do you think, Kelly?" I heard Melissa ask. "This one, or these?" 

"They're both sexy," Kelly answered. "Ask Biff, he knows what guys like."

I looked up to see Melissa in front of me wearing the sheer underwear set she had held up for me earlier. I could see all three of her rings through the ultra-thin material. My jaw more or less dropped at the sight. She had matched the bra and panties with a sexy pair of thigh high stockings, sheer with a lacy top, and was holding a pair of black, strapless high heels in one hand, and a tall black boot with a long zipper and a 4" wedge heel in the other.

"Which one is sexier, do you think?" she asked innocently, holding them at chest height next to her firm breasts. Although a difficult choice, I told her I thought the boot was the way to go. She smiled. "I knew you'd say that. Okay, the boots it is."

"Melissa, can you bring the cigarettes back with you?" Kelly called from the bedroom.

Melissa intentionally walked around to the opposite side of the coffee table so that, in bending down to pick them up, her tits hung down and were fully suspended in the cups of her bra. The sexy cleavage was hypnotic, and she definitely did it on purpose just to tease me. Then she smiled and walked back into the bedroom, lighting a cigarette as she went.

About a half an hour later, they re-emerged. This time, I could make no pretext of reading. They looked completely stunning. Kelly was wearing a wine colored leather skirt and a tight black halter top, with a sexy pair of high heels. Melissa had on a skintight silver top and a very short black skirt that nearly revealed the tops of her thigh highs. They had both played with their hair and teased it up a bit until it looked glamorous, fashionable, and quite alluring. Most intriguingly, they had on identical makeup, with a dark red lipstick that looked fabulous on both of them. 

"What's with the matching makeup?" I inquired.

Kelly smiled and slid behind the more petite blonde. She pressed her body firmly against Melissa, hands sliding up her sides, past her breasts, as Melissa tilted her face back and sideways, air kissing towards Kelly's lips. "It will help in case we have trouble getting guys' attention," she teased me.

I could see that Melissa's mouth was open slightly and that her breathing was a bit shallow. Remembering her brief comment about girls earlier, I wondered if she was bisexual. She certainly seemed to be a bit aroused at Kelly's playful contact. I knew I was. I decided to play along a bit more.

"Not that I think that will be an issue," I reassured them. "And dancing together like that will get the attention of the entire bar. But how," I asked with mock naiveté, "does the matching lipstick help?"

Kelly gave me a patronizing smirk, knowing that I was manipulating the situation. But, since she had started it, she decided to play along. She leaned forward and let her lips glance against Melissa's briefly. Melissa's hand came up over her shoulder and touched the back of Kelly's head, pulling her in slightly, and I saw her tongue inch out to pierce Kelly's lips. The kiss lasted only a couple of seconds, but I had a feeling Kelly had gotten a bit more than she bargained for. She looked a bit flushed when they separated. Melissa winked at me, "The matching lipstick is so that we can fool around without mixing up each other's makeup."

I stood carefully, trying not to let my erection be too obvious. "You both look amazing. Have fun tonight." I gave Melissa a quick peck on the lips, and gave Kelly a bit more than a peck. Her hand brushed my cock through my jeans, and I felt her lips smile slightly as we kissed.

"Bye," they giggled as they went out the door. "Don't wait up for us!"

**********

It was much, much later when I woke up to the sound of giggling. I could hear Melissa's voice, slightly thick with alcohol, trying to shush Kelly. Then the sound of whispering. A light went on in the kitchen, then a loud, "Owww", then the light went off again quickly amidst female laughter. More whispering. The sound of two pairs of high heels clicking softly as the ladies tried to tiptoe their way through the hallway. Two long zipper sounds, which I assumed were Melissa's boots coming off. Then I felt a body come down on each side of me. In the dark, I didn't know who was who. Taking a guess, I reached in front of me and ran my hand up a leg, only to realize I felt nylons and not fishnets. I quickly pulled my hand back amid more giggling.

"Hi honey, we didn't wake you up did we?" laughed Kelly behind me. I could tell she was more than a little tipsy, probably a lot more. I felt Melissa shiver in front of me and she quickly shifted to slide under the covers. Kelly immediately followed her lead.

"Well, I was sleeping pretty soundly," I admitted with feigned annoyance. "And then a couple of drunken beauties in their bar clothes stumbled into my bed."

"Not all their bar clothes," teased Melissa. They giggled again. I could tell Melissa was pretty drunk too.

"Seems like you guys had a good time tonight," I said pointedly. The giggling grew uncontrollable. "Am I missing something here?"

I felt Kelly's hands roam across my ass and onto my groin. "Only your boxers," she said. "Melissa was getting a lot of attention from the guys tonight. I think she made out with three different guys, and let one feel her up." I felt my cock growing at the thought. Melissa was lying pretty close to me, and it wouldn't take much for it to start bumping into her.

"Kelly got a lot of attention too, you know," whispered Melissa loudly as if she were telling me a secret.

"Oh I'm sure," I responded. "She always does. She's a pretty sexy woman."

"That's not what I meant," Melissa snickered. I felt Kelly lean half over me and swat at her. "Kelly was kissing somebody too!"

"I'm assuming you don't mean yourself," I said bluntly.

"Oh, there may have been some of that too," she said as they both started laughing again. "But no, I meant a guy."

I was both pissed and turned on. I felt a hand slide across my cock a couple of times and from the angle couldn't tell who it belonged to. "Kelly, what the hell?" I said with real irritation.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I just felt left out, like Melissa was having all the fun. It was just kissing," she insisted. "I'll make it up to you - fair is fair."

"How do you plan to do that?" I retorted, still unhappy.

I felt Melissa's hand on my chin, turning me to face her. She moved closer to me and my dick wedged tightly against her thighs. She pulled me down until my lips were pressed to hers and began kissing me, mouth gradually opening so that our tongues could mingle freely. I hadn't kissed anyone else since meeting Kelly more than 6 years earlier, and the sensation was incredible. Her mouth tasted sweet from whatever she had been drinking, and her tongue wrestled hungrily with mine. I could feel her breathing quicken as she became more aroused. Her hand moved down to my cock and began stroking it, rubbing me against her nylon clad leg. 

"Hey," exclaimed Kelly. "I made out with the guy, I didn't fuck him. Slow down you two." She pulled my mouth back around and started kissing me equally deeply, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and smashing her lips to mine. Melissa continued to jack me off as we kissed. It was so erotic that I quickly forgot my irritation at Kelly.

"Fuck," Kelly whispered. "I'm really turned on." She climbed on top of me and looked expectantly at Melissa, still holding my cock. Melissa leaned over and kissed me again, while rubbing my dick against Kelly's cunt to get it lubricated. Then she angled it to line me up properly and Kelly slid down so that I penetrated her. Melissa kept her hand between us as our bodies came together, feeling Kelly's juices leak down to cover her hand. She brought her fingers up to Kelly's clit and started rubbing it softly.

Kelly moaned softly. "Oh God, that feels so good. I want to watch you two together so bad. Oh, your dick is so hard. Play with her tits. Suck on her nipple rings," she commanded me.

Melissa slid higher on the bed, unfastening her bra and releasing those sexy firm breasts. She continued to finger Kelly as I started sucking on her nipples, feeling them grow firm as my tongue traced over them. It was obvious that the piercings made her highly sensitive as she started gasping. Unbidden, Kelly leaned forward and started kissing Melissa deeply, their tongues sensuously in each other's mouths. I had never seen Kelly in any sort of a bisexual setting, and knew that she must be awfully turned on and drunk to do it, but it made me very excited. I thrust my hips upward and started to come inside of her dripping gash.

"Oh yeah, he's coming in me," Kelly cried into Melissa's open mouth as she fucked down hard upon me. "Oh, keep rubbing me. I can feel his come in me. Oh God...Oh God!" Her moans grew incoherent as Melissa firmly and thoroughly french kissed her while rubbing her clit furiously. Kelly came in a rush, her legs tensing and her orgasmic fluids running out around the sides of my dick.

She broke off her kiss with Melissa, who immediately began fingering herself through her panties. "I don't know if I'm ready for him to fuck you," she whispered apologetically to Melissa. I hadn't stopped licking her nipples yet, so at that I paused to hear her out. "But I wouldn't mind if he wanted to eat you out."

It doesn't usually take much to persuade me to go down on a woman; in fact, it's probably my favorite sexual activity. So when my wife gave me a green light to start in on her friend, it wasn't going to be a difficult decision. I quickly slid down the bed until I was lying between Melissa's thighs.

She was vigorously rubbing her pussy through the sexy black panties I'd seen earlier. From the way she was humping her hips up towards my face, it was obvious that she needed my mouth on her very badly. "Please do it to me," she whimpered. "Gary didn't like doing it. I haven't been kissed down there in more than a year..."

I was stunned. How anyone could refuse this horny, beautiful blonde with her shaved and pierced pussy was beyond me. I resolved then and there to make sure she came like never before, almost as a partial apology on behalf of the male gender. I looped my fingers through the sides of her panties and slowly pulled as her ass lifted from the bed to accommodate me. Finally, her delicious pussy lay revealed and dripping before me. I drank in her rich scent, savoring the different notes that made up her individual aroma. It had been a long time since I had smelled anyone but my own wife in this way, and the stimulation was intense.

I put one finger out to touch her. She reacted instantly, bucking her hips upwards and trying to pull me in. I realized immediately that she was a very live wire and would need to get off once quickly before she could really enjoy what I was going to do for her. I collected some of her copious juices on my fingertip and smeared them across her swollen clit and the ring that guarded it like a little barrier. "Can you come more than once?" I asked her quietly.

She groaned loudly and I took that as a yes. I felt her hands come down around the back of my head and pull me into her wetness. Fortunately, I love having my face buried in a moist woman's flesh, so I didn't try to resist. I split her open with my tongue to get a good taste and moved immediately to her clit. I knew she wouldn't last long, so I started right in with an intense licking of her clit, moving fairly slowly in an erratic pattern across her engorged clit with the tip of my tongue. I used a lot of pressure and continuous contact, with the result that her moans filled the room immediately.

"Jesus Christ," she gasped to Kelly, "You weren't kidding - he's fucking amazing!" I heard Kelly laugh softly. "He just started. You haven't seen anything yet."

It only took about 90 seconds for Melissa to reach a screaming orgasm. I was totally surprised and very aroused to discover that her orgasm triggered a large stream of fresh vaginal secretions that leaked in a stream from her already wet gash. I wouldn't have called it female ejaculation, but it would be safe to say that she was the wettest woman I had ever been with, and her pussy tasted heavenly. I eagerly licked her emissions up and she gasped again. "That's so fucking sexy," she hissed. "He's drinking me. No one has ever done that before."

Kelly leaned in close. "If you think that's wild, wait until I have him eat me out. You two are making me hot again."

"But he just came inside of you," Melissa protested.

"That's kind of the point Mel," Kelly teased. She tilted her head down and took one of Melissa's nipples into her mouth, tugging softly at the ring with her teeth.

"Oh yeah," Melissa moaned. "I never knew you were bi, Kelly, but I'm sure glad you are..."

"I'm not, really," Kelly countered. "I've never done any of this before, but I'm kind of in the mood for some reason and I'm enjoying it. So lay back and have fun." Then she looked down at me, kissing and sucking her friend's cunt. "Want something to put in her?" she asked me softly. I nodded affirmatively.

Kelly reached into her sex toy drawer and pulled out the big dildo. She held it up in front of Melissa's eyes. "When I'm really horny, I put this inside myself. I love the way it fills me up. I think you'll like it too."

Melissa closed her eyes and smiled as Kelly dragged the thick dong down her body until it was in front of me. I took it from her and ran it up and down through Melissa's slit several times until it was sticky and slick with her wetness. Then I used my thumb and fingers to spread her pussy open while pressing the dildo against her hole with the other hand. I decided not to give her much warning, so I just put my mouth back on her clit and started pushing the dildo in.

Melissa started climaxing in a mini-firecracker pattern as I gradually inserted the entire toy into her, all the while teasing her clit ring with my tongue. I noticed Kelly was alternating between sucking Melissa's nipples and french kissing her, and had started fingering herself at the same time. Returning my full attention to Melissa, I began fucking the dildo in and out of her while kissing her pussy. Her moaning shifted into wailing and she began grinding her hips on the bed, overstimulated but wanting even more. I was determined that this orgasm would be overwhelming for her, so I deliberately kept building her up with my licking and thrusting, careful not to let her slip over the edge. 

Several minutes later, her cries were starting to peak in a full crescendo. I knew she had to be nearing exhaustion and desperate for release. I accelerated and deepened my thrusts, while intensifying my licking. From the fistfuls of my hair that she was clutching, I knew she was hanging by a thread, and I quickly slid a single finger up to the base in her ass. Melissa let out a full shriek that certainly must have woken the upstairs neighbors andI felt her entire body tense like a coiled spring. She came and came. Her scream died off but her mouth was still open, soundlessly crying out her pleasure. Finally she went completely limp and from the looks of it, passed out. I pulled the dildo out of her sopping pussy and slid back up the bed.

"I've never made someone pass out before," I whispered to Kelly in shock.

She sniffed curiously at my face, then leaned in and kissed me wetly. I could feel her tongue moving in my mouth, tasting. "It's not bad, is it?" she said in surprise. I smiled as she thought about it. "She tastes a lot like I smell, doesn't she?" I agreed that there were similarities, but knew Kelly didn't have the experience or interest to understand the subtle flavors. 

"Speaking of which, did you still want me to go down on you too?" I asked her. 

Kelly looked a bit sheepish. "I did," she answered, "But I kind of came again already, watching you eat Melissa..." She yawned and lay back against the pillow. "Night, honey," she said tiredly. 

I looked down at her, and then at Melissa on the other side of me. I guessed the air mattress wasn't going to be needed this evening after all. I laid down on my back and rapidly fell asleep, feeling very comfortable at the pressure of the two naked women's bodies against mine.



Melissa, Our Roommate Ch. 04



I awoke the next morning to a strange sensation. My cock was rock hard and wedged between someone's thighs from behind. What made it strange was that it almost felt stuck there like it had been glued down. I slid the pillow that had been shielding my eyes from the sunlight off of my face to investigate. Sure enough, I was pressed firmly against Melissa - my subconscious desire for the unknown must have urged me toward her. Or, I reconsidered, it could have been my wife Kelly who was leaning tightly against my back with an arm draped over me. Between the two of them, I really didn't have anywhere else to go. I decided it was their fault and smiled to myself.

However, I still had to deal with the current situation, which was that I needed to go to the bathroom, and I seemed to be trapped. After a little shifting and rustling, I managed to release the grip Melissa had on me with her legs. But in fact, I really was a little stuck to her inner thigh. Her copious juices must have kept leaking out last night after I'd gone down on her, and when they dried they connected us. With a grimace, I pulled myself away. On the whole, it was slightly less unpleasant than removing a Band-Aid, but the same idea. She rolled over, towards me, as I disengaged, and I had a chance once again to admire her amazing body.

Melissa's long, pale blonde hair was splayed across the pillows wildly, covering part of her face but revealing her sexy full lips. I let my eyes wander down across her firm breasts with their small gold nipple rings, remembering the sight of my wife sucking them the night before. I continued looking downward across her flat stomach to the cleanly shaven pussy that was accentuated by another golden piercing. 

Not just sexy, but intelligent and sweet as well; I wondered how her asshole boyfriend ever let her slip away. But then again I reminded myself, this was the same idiot that didn't even like to eat pussy. Well, his loss, I thought.

Much as I would have liked to stay and enjoy the view, my bladder was growing rapidly more irate by the second. Since I was free of the clenching legs of Melissa, I turned my attention to Kelly's arm that lay across me like an x-ray blanket at the dentist's office. By the deep breathing I heard behind me, she was still sleeping hard. I gently lifted her arm and slid downwards towards the foot of the bed. I set her arm back down in the space where I had been and as quietly as possible, I made a beeline for the bathroom.

Without belaboring the point, it took me a good couple of minutes to do my business, but afterwards I felt like a new man. It struck me that after the night that the ladies had enjoyed, and from the condition they were in when they got home, they would probably appreciate some TLC when they awoke. I set a pot of coffee to brewing and poured two glasses of Gatorade, figuring they would be a bit dehydrated from the alcohol they'd consumed. On the way back I also nabbed a bottle of Tylenol for the inevitable headaches.

Still, I almost dropped the glasses when I got to the door. With me out of the middle, the women had slid closer towards the center until they were now pressed against each other. Kelly was more or less face down with her sexy ass pointing towards the ceiling. One of her large breasts was pressed against and overlapping one of Melissa's smaller tits, and Kelly's arm was over Melissa's chest and her other tit. Kelly's face was nuzzled into Melissa's hair and neck. It was so peaceful, yet so sensual that my cock stiffened instantly. I thought they were both asleep, so I quietly set the glasses down and watched them lie there.

Gradually, though, I became aware of a slow, subtle motion under the sheet covering Melissa's waist. I realized with an inward moan that she was quietly fingering herself. I decided she was definitely one of the hottest sexed ladies I'd ever known, because she seemed almost insatiable. I figured that she probably knew I was watching, because she started to carefully shift the sheet aside with every other stroke until I could clearly see her fingers probing through the folds of her labia, tugging gently at her clit ring. She opened her eyes to look at me, and then looked down at my dick pointing straight out. I had forgotten that I was naked, but after our playing last night, I guess there wasn't a lot to hide. 

Melissa winked at me and slowly started turning her face towards Kelly. I was pretty sure my wife was out, but by morning she's not a heavy sleeper usually, so I wondered where this would lead. Melissa positioned her face directly in front of Kelly's so that their lips were just an inch or so apart. She remained that way for a couple of minutes, not really moving except for the hand that was gently touching her. By this time I was slowly stroking myself as well, enjoying the leisurely entertainment. After a bit, I saw Kelly's ass move slightly as her hips rocked subtly in a familiar motion. I moved towards her side of the bed to see what was going on. I had to look closely but finally noticed a fingertip just barely visible between Kelly's spread legs. Another movement of her hips opened up the rear view of her pussy more and I was finally able to make out the fingers caressing her swelling clit.

Melissa caught my eye and smiled wickedly. I realized I couldn't see her right arm as my wife covered it and her grin grew broader when the recognition crossed my face. Kelly's hips were moving more steadily now as her body subconsciously responded to her friend's touch. She started moaning very softly. I watched, fascinated, as one of Melissa's fingers started traveling up Kelly's cunt until it was past the second knuckle. Melissa wasn't ignoring herself, either. She was busily rubbing her own clit and trying hard not to moan out loud. Suddenly Kelly shifted forward a bit, and I worried that she might have woken and not want to continue. But it seemed that the proximity of their lips and the soft, warm breath on each other's faces had registered in Kelly's sleepy mind. She parted her lips slightly and leaned in. Melissa responded eagerly and they began kissing softly, at first without tongue, then with.

At the rate things were heating up, I didn't expect Kelly to sleep much longer, if in fact she was still out. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, so it was even money either way. But their kissing was growing wet and passionate, and there was no longer a teasing pretext in the way Melissa was touching her. Melissa was alternating between firmly rubbing Kelly's clit and plunging two fingers fully into her. I saw Kelly's hand and arm slide back until she was grasping Melissa's breast. She began gently squeezing her nipple and tugging at the ring. Aha, I thought! Now I know she's awake, and knows what she's doing. Sure enough, moments later Kelly's eyes opened and she looked directly into Melissa's eyes as they kissed.

Melissa took her left hand, which she had been masturbating with, and pulled Kelly's hand down into her sex. I could see Kelly's eyes widen; she had never touched another woman this way before. But she kept kissing her and tentatively began rubbing at Melissa's clit. Now Melissa was free to moan, and she did, touching Kelly's face with her hand. Kelly was growing more comfortable by the second, having realized that touching her friend was little different than touching herself, and she was beginning to press her fingers inside Melissa as she rubbed. She kept kissing Melissa fiercely, then turned her head to taste the pussy drenched fingers Melissa had placed so conveniently.

"Mmm... You taste good," Kelly whispered, kissing the flavor back into Melissa's mouth. Suddenly she turned her head to look back over at me for the first time. "Come fuck me," she ordered.

I didn't need to be told twice. I slid onto the bed behind Kelly and turned her onto her side a little more so that we were in a spooning position. Between the wetness of her cunt and the firmness of my cock, it took only a moment to slide into her. Meanwhile, Melissa was rubbing Kelly's clit furiously and they were kissing.

I started fucking her with long, deep strokes. Her cunt was warm and sticky, still gooey from our fuck last night. Kelly was really aroused and she quickly started talking dirty to me, which I love.

"Do you like watching us together? I bet you'd like to see us licking each other...maybe in a 69? I'd like to watch too... I'd like to see your cock slide into Melissa. To hear her gasp as you opened her up. To hear her beg you to fuck her harder while I watch." 

I was starting to sweat from the exertion and the steamy words coming out of my wife's mouth. I wanted to see all of those things. I wanted to do all of those things. I could feel every inch of her pussy squeezing my cock and groaned in pleasure. Meanwhile, Melissa had slowly slid down the bed until her face was at my wife's cunt. I felt her gently press Kelly's legs apart and slide her blonde head into place. I didn't feel the first touch of her tongue to Kelly's sensitive gash, but I immediately knew from the loud moan and the way she arched her back that it had happened. Kelly was about to experience, for the first time, being eaten out and fucked simultaneously. I had often simulated this using dildos on her, but something told me this was going to affect her differently.

Melissa quickly pressed her mouth firmly against Kelly's dripping sex and started sucking her. Now and again her tongue dipped lower to slide across my cock as I went in and out, licking the creamy froth from me before moving back up to Kelly's clit. I was starting to get very close to coming, and from the growing volume of Kelly's cries, so was she. Melissa was well in tune with our passion and she moved one hand through Kelly's wetness to lubricate it, then started caressing my balls and teasing the base of my shaft. With then other hand, she took her index finger and lined it up with my cock, letting my thrusts open Kelly up until Melissa's finger slid in alongside me to fill her even more. Kelly screamed out with pleasure, and even I groaned at the intense sensation of added friction and tightness. Melissa's finger was perfectly positioned to rub Kelly's g-spot.

I couldn't hold back any longer. Melissa shifted her focus away from Kelly's clit, giving her a momentary respite, and started tonguing the length of my cock as it went in and out of my wife. With the addition of her touch to my balls, I growled my pleasure and thrust deeply into Kelly to begin pumping my come inside of her. Melissa licked me all throughout, ensuring that my orgasm was long and intense. I slowly subsided and my dick started to slip from Kelly's well-opened hole.

"What about me," she moaned. "I'm not done yet!"

"I know," teased Melissa. "Neither am I." She swung her hips around until her legs were straddling Kelly's head, her naked pussy tantalizingly close. "Do you want to do it?" she asked breathlessly.

In response, Kelly's arms reached up around Melissa's ass and pulled her down. My view wasn't perfect, but it was obvious that Kelly was getting her first taste of another woman directly from the source.

"Oh fuck," sighed Melissa. "I wanted this so badly. And you got me thinking last night, when you mentioned eating pussy after sex. I've never done that before." She looked down at Kelly's well-fucked pussy, hanging slightly open and with my come running out of her. Suddenly it was the most enticing sight that she could think of at that moment. She moaned softly and rubbed her wet pussy firmly across Kelly's mouth, then leaned forward and began to lick my semen from my wife. She started slowly but soon could no longer hold back and buried her face in Kelly's sloppy cunt. I watched in fascination as the two women pleasured each other. Kelly seemed to be enjoying her new experience of making love to a woman, and from the sounds of pleasure Melissa was making, apparently she was doing a very good job.

All too soon it was over. The buildup had been so long, and so intense, that neither woman could last for more than a couple of minutes. Melissa came first, riding Kelly's face with intensity. But Kelly followed almost immediately, and I figured that, as with me, she probably had held back until her partner had come since she always prefers to be last. Their gasps and cries filled the room along with their mingled feminine scent. When Melissa finally stopped trembling, she pulled me down into a very wet kiss, and I could clearly taste the mingled flavors of my wife's pussy and myself in her mouth. I became instantly aware of my refreshed hard on. I looked at Kelly eagerly.

"Not yet," she told me. "You'll get a chance to fuck her, but not today. Besides, you should be pretty satisfied with what you just saw," she teased. Melissa and I looked at each other with disappointment in our eyes, but I was only going to go as far as Kelly was comfortable with.

**********

Unfortunately, my opportunity to fuck Melissa was to be delayed by several days as the demands of real life set back in after a weekend that had been almost surreal and dreamlike. The remainder of that Sunday was simply normal interaction between friends. The only sexual stimulation was in the opportunities I got to watch Melissa and Kelly smoking. Though they didn't smoke much, it was definitely more than I was used to seeing from Kelly and they certainly knew the effect they were having on me.

During the week I didn't see a lot of Melissa at all. Since she and Kelly worked at the same company, they naturally rode together in the mornings. I got a nice kiss goodbye from each of them in the morning, and they typically were home from work when I got back. A couple of evenings, Melissa went out with a friend for dinner or drinks, and one night she and Kelly went to a movie, so as she had promised the first night, I really did hardly notice her there.

Yet she was always a presence, even when not there. Kelly and I have a fairly regular sex life, but it definitely became more active in the week following Melissa's arrival. We fucked four of the five nights that week, which was at least double our normal frequency. Kelly made many references to Melissa during these encounters, tempting and teasing me. She would ask me to imagine screwing Melissa, picturing her naked body in my mind, and to tell her what I was thinking of doing to her. Once she went down to give me a blowjob and told me to close my eyes and pretend it was Melissa's mouth around my cock. The incredible sensation and the visualization had me coming in my wife's mouth rapidly.

Another night, I decided to ask Kelly exactly what had gone on at the bar Saturday night. From the ladies' drunken giggling and admissions, I knew some things had occurred that we probably should talk about.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask about that," Kelly commented. She purposely made me wait for a minute while she went to light a cigarette. I knew immediately that she was going to try to get me aroused while we talked.

"Well, we got to the bar and ordered some drinks. Shots and Cosmopolitans, actually, since we wanted to get a quick start. I guess we had a couple of each pretty quickly, so within a half hour or so we were feeling quite nice." She rubbed a hand across my semi-rigid cock. "We were both smoking, but I'm sure you already guessed that." She took a long drag from her cigarette and continued. "After about 45 minutes, a group of guys offered to buy us a drink, and we said why not - after all, we were there for Melissa to meet some guys, right?"

Since it seemed like she was waiting for some sort of acknowledgement from me before continuing, I nodded. I had a feeling that we were coming to the part I wondered about, and I also had a feeling that Saturday night I had heard the abridged version. 

Kelly smiled and went on. "A drink turned into several. There were five guys and they were all pretty cute. Melissa was fairly drunk by that point - so was I, actually - and she kept giggling to me that she didn't know which one she liked best. I told her she didn't need to be choosy and that she should enjoy the attention from all of them. And she basically did. One guy after another would ask her out to the dance floor. They would dance for a little while and pretty soon she was kissing them and letting them rub her tits. She's not usually so easy, but I think the breakup and the alcohol were talking that night."

"Where were you during all of this?" I asked with a funny feeling.

She smiled around her cigarette and blew a long stream of smoke out, rubbing my cock through my pants. "Well, Melissa was dancing with three of the guys off and on, and I didn't want to be a bump on a log, so...I danced with the other two."

"The same way as her?" I inquired.

"Hey, whose story is this?" Kelly protested. "All in due time." I relented and she continued. "So we were dancing and having a good time. I was watching her with the three guys and getting pretty turned on. It was really sexy. And at that point, I really had only let the guys feel my ass a little, since you're wondering. We took a break and went back to the bar for some more drinks. Melissa took out the cigarettes and we realized we only had one left. One of the guys she was with volunteered to go get us some more from the machine, but in the meantime, Melissa said we'd share that one."

Kelly leaned in and kissed me gently with her smoky mouth. "You're going to like this part," she whispered. She unzipped and lowered my pants. She had worn a skirt to work that way, so she simply climbed on top of me and pushed her panties to the side, allowing my cock to sink smoothly into her.

"I thought she was going to pass the cigarette back and forth between us, so I was pretty surprised when she took a long drag and leaned in toward me. She put her lips to mine and exhaled into my mouth," Kelly told me. I moaned and felt my dick twitch inside of her at the sexy thought. "She kept doing it, over and over, each time turning it into more of a kiss until we were french kissing each other with our tongues. She even grabbed my breast and squeezed the nipple!" Kelly rubbed her pussy and kept going. I was starting to really like this story, but I knew there was more to come.

"That was the first time I ever kissed a woman, you know," Kelly said. She kissed me wetly as if to illustrate the point, setting her finished cigarette aside. "I was surprised because I really liked it. Then I heard one of the guys behind me tell his friend, 'I was wondering if she was ever going to loosen up.' I turned to him and said, 'What the fuck is that supposed to mean?' He laughed and put his hands up like he didn't mean to offend me and said something about how Melissa was just having a great time with his buddies and that I ought to let myself go too. I told him I was married, but that didn't seem to faze him. He said if I felt bad, maybe I should just have my roommate take care of my husband later to even things up..."

I felt her cunt clenching down on me as she reached this point in the story and knew she was imagining it in her mind. I was too. "So that's where you got the idea..." I murmured, trying not to moan as her slit rocked up and down my shaft. "Well, kind of, but also when we were in the bathroom at one point, Melissa made a comment to me about your dick." 

"What did she say?" I demanded.

"Just that when she saw it Friday night, she got really turned on. That it was nice and big. She was pretty drunk, so she admitted to me that she fingered herself in the bathroom afterwards. She said it was too bad you weren't out with us, since every man's fantasy is to have two women all over him at one time, and she wouldn't mind helping me out with that if I ever needed it." Kelly raked her fingernails across my chest and nipples to punctuate the words. "She didn't out and out say it, but I knew she was imagining fucking you."




Melissa, Our Roommate Ch. 04



She lifted her hips up and slammed her pussy down on me, grinding her pelvis against mine. Our sex was growing more intense by the minute and she was beginning to breathe heavily and moan through her words. "So what happened next?" I asked breathlessly. I was ready to hear it all.

Kelly bent over me so that her tits were pressed against me, kissing me wildly in between her words. "He leaned in and started kissing me. I didn't pull away. His lips were on mine and his tongue was in my mouth. He was really sexy, and I got wet from the kissing. Melissa was cheering me on, and I could see her kissing one of the other guys from the corner of my eye. Finally he pulled off of me. My head was swimming, but before I could even recover, the other guy I had danced with was there. I don't know what came over me, but I pulled him down and kissed him too."

"Did they touch you?" I gasped, feeling a rush of heat in my balls.

She nodded. "The first guy slipped behind me. He put one hand on my boob and started squeezing it and rubbing the nipple while he kissed my neck. The other guy was still kissing me, and it was really hot. Then the guy behind me slipped a hand inside my skirt and started fingering me. It felt so good..." I could tell Kelly was on the verge of a massive orgasm. She buried her face in my neck and finished her story. "Fuck it, I thought. I reached into the pants of the guy in front of me and started jerking him off. His cock was thick and long, and it felt good in my hand. He must have been really into me, because I only stroked him for about a minute and he came inside his pants, all over my hand. It was hot and sticky, and I felt so crazy, having just made a stranger come while another guy fingered me. I came then too..." And as she told me that part, we came together, her pussy clenching me tightly as I shot a tremendous quantity of semen inside of her.

The rest was almost anti-climactic. "It was pretty soon after that when I decided we should leave. I felt kind of bad, but at the same time had enjoyed myself so much. I told Melissa I wanted her to come to bed with us, but that I wasn't ready to see you two have sex yet. You know the rest..." she finished.

I could feel my come leaking down from inside of her, trickling out around my shaft. She was slowly sliding up and down on me and seemed like she wanted more. "I've changed my mind now, though," she whispered.

"What do you mean?" I asked naively.

"I want to see you fuck her," Kelly told me huskily. "If she were home right now, I would have her climb on you and put you inside of herself. I don't know why it turns me on so much to think of you with another woman, but I want to watch it. I want to feel you split her open, and touch her while you're in her. I want to see your come running out of her like evidence of your coupling." She had lifted her cunt from my cock and was sliding up my body to put herself on my face. I felt her juicy, overflowing pussy touch my lips and she planted herself firmly on my face.

"I want to watch you fuck her," she gasped as my tongue sank into her and I ran my teeth across her clit. She was so hot that her cunt was flooding my mouth. "I want to see you kiss her, hold her. Eat her. Fuck her mouth with your dick. Fuck her doggy style while you pull that blonde hair. I even want you in her ass. I want you to have her every possible way, filling her with your come." I was sucking Kelly's gash furiously, using every technique I had to make her pleasure more intense. I could feel her climax building sharply, and her hips began to shudder. Just as she started to ride over the edge, she gasped out her last thought, and I began to understand her fantasy better. "I want to see you fuck her like the hottest lover in the world, and then come back to be with me!" she cried, bursting with orgasmic fluids and come. 

I gently sucked her clean and she flopped onto her side of the bed, exhausted. She lit a cigarette and smiled at me. "You're going to do it, aren't you?"

"Make love to Melissa?" I confirmed. She nodded with a hungry glint in her eye. "Yes. If that's what you want."

"I do, but...you have to want it yourself. You have to want her almost as much as you want me - but not quite. You have to want to fuck her anytime, anywhere, but still want to come fuck me afterwards and be with me. Is that what you want?"

I knew what Kelly needed to hear, and it was the truth. I looked her in the eyes. "Kelly, Melissa is incredibly sexy. I've always thought so. Since she moved in with us, all I can think about is fucking her, playing with those pierced nipples, and eating that pierced pussy. I would fuck her three times a day if I could, and I think she's going to be an amazing lover, because I plan on fucking her as soon as possible. But after I fuck her, I'll be here with you because I love you, and no matter how good she is in bed, she won't be you."

Kelly kissed me gently, wordlessly. I knew I had hit the right spot for her. "Thank you," she said. "I want to know every detail." 

"You don't want to be there?" I asked in surprise, "Like a threesome?"

She shook her head. "Not the first time...and not every time after that."

My head was spinning. And my dick was hard again, pointing straight at the ceiling. My wife was not only giving my carte blanche with her sexy friend, she was begging and even ordering me to do it. I ran my hand across her mound, pointing out my erection to her. "Want to go again?" I asked.

"No. You don't get to have me again until after you've been with her," she told me with a wicked expression. She pumped my cock a few times with her hand and smiled. "Just don't make me wait too long," she suggested and gave me one last smoky kiss before turning out the light. 



Melissa, Our Roommate Ch. 05



It had been a few days since Kelly had given me the most startling ultimatum of my married life. "You don't get to have me again until after you've been with her," she had told me, referring to her sexy friend Melissa who had become a member of our household not long ago, albeit temporarily. I have to admit, the thought of fucking Melissa didn't bother me at all. Slender, blonde, and amply endowed, she was quite a catch in her own right. Not to mention the fact that her pierced nipples and clitoral hood, along with her sexy smoking, cleanly sealed the attraction for me.

But the first part of that proclamation, about not having sex with my own wife until the deed had been done, was making things a bit difficult for me. After all, since Melissa had moved in, our already healthy sex life had been fueled like a fire touched by gasoline. It was obvious that there was a strong mutual attraction between the three of us, as evidenced by the two menages-a-trois we had already engaged in, during which Melissa and I had only fooled around. Or the time almost ten days ago when my wife and Melissa fucked in the most erotic display of bisexuality I had ever been a witness to.

Kelly was also determined to make things especially difficult for me, at least in the "blue balls" category. She had conspicuously worn her sexiest lingerie the past three days in a row. She was wearing my favorite perfume, doing her makeup in the style that she knew drove me craziest, and smoking sensually in front of me constantly. But the best I could get from her was tantalizing french kisses; when I tried to touch her or get her to touch me, she would just smile and shake her head 'no'.

I realized that my only hope lay in seducing Melissa as quickly as possible. Yet it became rapidly clear that Kelly had an elaborate game in motion, one in which I was being maneuvered like a pawn. She must have told Melissa that I was going to be making my moves and that she should tease me and not make it too easy for me. After all, just ten days ago, Melissa had been licking my wife's vaginal essence from my cock and begging me to fuck her. But now, she was coyly playing with me in the same way as Kelly, driving me wild by walking through the house scantily dressed and beautifully made up, smoking frequently, and finding situations that forced her to brush against or be in physical contact with me.

However, any serious pass that I made was met with resistance or stalling. For example, a couple of days ago, she "accidentally" sat on my hand when she plopped down next to me on a small two-seat couch. After a minute, when she made no effort to move or release me, I started caressing her ass. She squirmed around a bit, obviously enjoying it, so I went to slide my hand inside the waistband of her jeans, but with a sly smile she pulled away and went into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

At another point she more or less cornered me in the hallway near her bedroom as I exited the bathroom. She was wearing a tight T-shirt with no bra, so her pierced nipples were clearly visible, and had a sexy dark red lipstick on. She was also smoking a cigarette. She slid one leg in between mine and pressed her thigh against my groin firmly, leaning in so that her tits pushed lightly into my chest.

Exhaling a stream of smoke generally right at me, she said softly, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

I nodded, feeling the stiffness of my cock swelling under her leg.

"I haven't heard you and Kelly, well, fucking, for a few days. Is everything okay between you two?" She was making intense eye contact with me throughout.

"Sure," I stammered, fishing for a believable story that didn't start with 'my wife won't let me have her until I've fucked you'. "We've just been a little, um, preoccupied."

She used her thigh to massage my cock while taking a long drag from her cigarette, letting the seconds pass. Finally, she went on. "So I'm not getting in the way of anything," she asked. "I wouldn't want to be a problem...and besides, I like listening to you two go at it," she continued, licking her lips.

Her arm had stealthily crept up my side during this until her hand came to rest lightly on the back of my neck. Slowly I felt the unmistakable but subtle pressure of her pulling me down towards her. She did it so gently that I hardly had time to realize it before we were kissing. Her mouth was hot and smoky and my cock throbbed with arousal at the taste of her tongue on mine. We kissed for several seconds, letting our passion flow freely with the wetness of our mouths. Eventually she broke the kiss, keeping her face near mine. 

"We can't do this," she breathed at me. "You're married...your wife is my friend. I'm sure she doesn't want you to cheat on her with me." There was a twinkle in her eye as she said it, knowing full well that Kelly had been throwing us together. She took a drag right in front of me, blowing the smoke just past my left ear. Then with one last thrust of her smoky tongue into my mouth, she pushed me away and went out the front door. I felt like I'd been hit by a city bus.

***********

I decided then and there that Melissa, this sexy, teasing, beautiful bitch was going to force me to take a more aggressive stance. She wanted me as much as I wanted her, but clearly Kelly had told her not to make it too easy for me. It was time to cut through the ruse and get inside her shaved blonde cunt; the repeated days of teasing with no relief were bringing out an unusual level of animal lust in me.

Whether Kelly sensed my growing need through marital perception or through her own desperate impatience I'll never know. However, she abruptly announced Friday morning that an old work friend was in town for the weekend and that she was going to go out with her that night. Apparently it was not someone Melissa knew, and she volunteered to stay home and keep me company with some movies from the video store. I knew this was the opportunity I had been waiting for, and couldn't wait for the workday to be over.

Of course, under that kind of anticipation, it was going to be a very long day indeed at the office. I could think of nothing else besides Melissa's long blonde hair writhing under me as I hammered my dick between her legs, or sucking on her pierced nipples to the sound of her gasps and moans. I knew I was on the right track when a late afternoon phone call from Kelly reminded me that I was on my own for dinner that night.

"I'll probably be very late getting home tonight," she told me plainly. As if I was completely obtuse to her plans, she added, "I changed the sheets this morning."

I assured her that she should have a good time tonight and not worry about me. That between Melissa and I, this evening's entertainment should be no problem. 

"Good," she said with a snap to her voice, "Because I'm getting pretty horny and I can't be held totally responsible for what happens if you don't get on with it."

I didn't know exactly what that meant, but in light of the things that had happened last time she'd been at the bar with a girlfriend - Melissa no less, just two weeks ago - I had an inkling of her implications. My wife was telling me she was getting impatient.

**********

Dinner that evening was a bit subdued. I got home first and whipped up a chicken Caesar salad for us. Melissa was a bit on the quiet side until she got a couple of glasses of white wine into her; then she got flirty and risqué with me. She asked if I was getting any yet, and commented that my "poor cock" must be all swollen and sore from neglect. Actually, she was right, but the immediate cause of any swelling was sitting across the table from me. She was dressed from work, in attractive but professional makeup: light blue eye shadow and a pale, glossy pink lipstick. A mint green silk blouse that tied at the waist concealed her substantial curves, while a gray skirt revealed enough leg to be tantalizing without being inappropriate. Melissa had loosened the tie on the blouse when she came in so that it was starting to hang open across the front, with only a concealed button at the bustline keeping the two sides together. Needless to say, I had a great view of her cleavage every time she leaned forward.

We chatted for a while after eating, long enough to kill the rest of the bottle of wine. Both of us were clearly feeling good by that point, and it wasn't even 9:00 yet! Melissa realized her blouse had opened enough to show most of her bra-covered breasts and excused herself with a giggle, saying she wanted to get out of her work clothes. I watched hungrily as she stood and headed into her bedroom. With the way our place is laid out, I had a great view of her bedroom door, which to my delight she quite clearly didn't care to close. Of course, we had seen each other naked several times since she had moved in, but not since Melissa and Kelly fucked over a week ago.

Melissa simply stood with her back to me, stripping casually. First she unbuttoned the blouse so that it hung loosely from her shoulders. She paused long enough to light a cigarette and furtively glance at the door; had she drunk a little less, I might have missed it, but she was just a bit less subtle than usual, and I knew that she had been checking my field of view. Next she unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall from her shapely hips, revealing a light blue thong that disappeared in the crease of her ass before tightly gripping her pubic mound in front. She casually took a drag from her cigarette, still facing away from me, and exhaled a stream of smoke towards the ceiling. Then she hooked a thumb in each side of the thong and slowly pulled it down across her hips and legs, leaving it in a pile on the floor. Feeling the pulsing pressure of my erection at the sight of her fabulous body, I made my move. Boldly, I stood and went to her door.

I covered the distance rapidly, so that by the time she heard me and turned, I was already in her room with a hand on her left shoulder. I firmly spun her around to face me, admiring her breasts hanging suspended in the matching blue bra, framed by the loose blouse. Excitement shone in her eyes like a beacon, drawing me to her, but she continued the charade. "What-?" she tried to gasp.

I pushed her forcefully, perhaps even too forcefully, against the wall, turning the rest of her statement into a soft gasp of breath that sounded like an "oh..." I pressed my left hand hard against her crotch, cupping her womanhood tightly and enjoying the feel of its hairlessness. She wasn't obviously wet at first, but as my fingers parted her sex I felt a rush of juices lubricate her. Again she reinforced my opinion that she was the wettest woman I'd ever touched.

I was still holding her shoulder as well, so that between my two hands she was firmly pressed against the wall and wouldn't be moving. Then I kissed her, hard. I used my tongue to open her delicious, smoky mouth and taste her. I kissed her aggressively, crushing our lips together as I sucked her tongue into my mouth and probed her at my will. I felt her responding to my dominance in an entirely new way. Before when we had fooled around, both times in the presence of my wife, Melissa had been interested but confidant, and I had been cautious not to appear too eager. But now, with me forcefully taking her, Melissa was melting in my arms. She gave up all pretense of struggle and was making soft mewing sounds into my mouth as I kissed her.

All of a sudden, I became an animal. I had never been so forceful with my wife as I was now being with this sexy creature I had cornered before me. I jabbed two fingers hard into her slit, feeling the sticky cream of her womanhood coat my palm like syrup. I trapped her against the wall so that she could hardly move and smothered her mouth with my hungry kisses. She tasted incredible and I could begin to smell her fragrant cunt flowering the air in the room. Abruptly I pulled my fingers from her wetness and pressed them into her mouth as we kissed, so that we were both licking her flavors from them.

"Suck me," I ordered her, pressing down on her shoulder. I watched, pleased, as she silently slid to the floor before me, submission in her bright eyes. She took her time, though, fishing my cock out of the confining pants I wore. I'm sure that was just to ensure that my attention was completely riveted on her as she took a hard drag on her cigarette, making the tip glow bright orange. She slowly exhaled and engulfed me in her mouth.

Watching this platinum beauty take my cock in her mouth was exquisite. I silently mourned my failure to have set up a video camera to tape the encounter, but soon found it difficult to focus on anything but the wet tongue bathing the base of my shaft in her saliva. Her cock sucking skills were excellent and I fought the urge to close my eyes in pleasure, as I wanted to see the whole thing. What it must have been like before she had taken out her tongue ring! I let her suck me for several minutes, during which, unfortunately, she was forced to put out her cigarette. However, when I began to feel the tightness in my balls indicating that my orgasm neared, I pulled her up roughly.

Her lipstick had smeared on her face along with a sheen of saliva, aided no doubt by my dick rubbing across her lips and cheeks. Her hair was rumpled where I had pulled and held it. She looked like a cocksucking slut, and I loved it. I told her so, in fact.

"I've been waiting to fuck you," I growled into her ear. Her low, aroused moans urged me to continue. "I'm going to fuck you like a whore now," I finished. I had never spoken like that to any woman in my life, but the timing and situation made it sound natural. 

At least Melissa's long gasp "Yessss..." encouraged me, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me wetly. Her right leg came up and around my hip and she pulled me into her.

Between her overwhelming wetness and the gaping slash opened by the angle of her leg, it was simply a matter of bending slightly at the knees and pressing forward for me to enter her. I felt a surge of exhilaration as I felt her sloppy pussy spread to accommodate my thickness. I had been desperately eager to take Melissa like this ever since she had moved in with us, and truth be told, deep down, ever since meeting her several years ago. It had been worth the wait. Her vagina was fiery hot and streaming with gooey fluids that instantly matted my pubic hair. She moaned loudly into my mouth and broke the kiss.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good! This is so hot!" She kissed me again. "Gary would never kiss me after I sucked on him," she whispered in amazement.

I thrust my hips until my cock bottomed out in her. "That useless fuck wouldn't lick your pussy either, and probably doesn't have a clue what he's missing." I stroked in and out of her with deep thrusts, fucking her forcefully. I could hear the slap of her ass hitting the wall with every thrust.

I was completely aroused, in a sort of sexual hyper-awareness. I heard the pitch of her cries rising in tempo to my movements and she hung onto my neck like a lifeline in a raging river. She opened her mouth and tried to speak but the words were jumbled and disjointed.

"Would you...oh fuck...oh god, I want...you...to...fuck-fuck-shit! Oh! I want you to...please - oh fuck, I'm going to come...I'm going to...going to...come!" Her eyes rolled back and her body shook as her orgasm washed over her. I was amazed at the erotic display and nearly stopped fucking her as I watched. I slowed my strokes to allow her to recover, but still keep her arousal high.

A minute later, when her breathing returned to a semblance of normalcy, I picked up the pace again. "What were you going to ask me?" I inquired as my dick moved inside her canal.

She blushed and shook her head. Time for me to get aggressive again, I decided. I gripped her long blonde hair and pulled, hard. As her face tilted upwards, I kissed her hard, nipping at her lips and tongue. "Tell me, you fucking slut!" I ordered.

I felt a fresh wash of liquid gush out of her at my renewed intensity. It seemed that she really responded to the dominant approach and I filed that away for future use. A glance at the hardwood floors revealed several large spots where her juices had actually dripped out like water after a shower. Finally she whispered her answer, face averted in embarrassment. 

"I was going to ask if you would eat me out after you come in me, like you do for Kelly."

"Is that why you came just then?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

She nodded. "It turned me on so much..."

I pretended to think about it for a moment, then abruptly pulled my cock from her and spun her around to face the wall, pressing her firmly against it again and spreading her legs with my foot.

"Not this time," I whispered in her ear. "I have other plans for you tonight." In truth, I hadn't made any particular plans in advance, but as things were going I was getting some very naughty ideas. I decided to take advantage of her submission and incredible wetness. I rubbed a hand through her gash to coat it in her moist emissions and smeared them liberally about her asshole. She moaned quietly as she realized my intentions.

"You like it in the ass, don't you?" I asked, pulling at her clit ring to drive her wild. She nodded mutely, her face hidden by her hair. "I haven't fucked Kelly up the butt in a couple of months," I continued conversationally, "Although I put a toy up there pretty often." I placed the head of my dick at Melissa's anal ring and pushed slowly forward.

She groaned as I slipped into her ass, aided by the slickness of her pussy juices. I took my time so that I wouldn't hurt her - my dominant streak only went so deep - and enjoyed the feeling of her steaming rectum as I entered her inch by inch. When I finally felt her flesh against my groin I stopped and gave her several seconds to adjust. Then I began a slow, leisurely fucking. Her ass was incredibly tight and it was obvious she hadn't done this often. I knew from the pleasure I was feeling that this wouldn't be a long fuck, but I wanted her to get off very hard from it, so I decided to make a few more 'suggestions'.

"Melissa, take your right hand and rub your clit," I said quietly. She instantly did so, sighing with pleasure. It turned me on to see her face pressed into the wall while she touched herself. I reached around and pulled the bra cups from her tits so that I could play with her sexy pierced nipples.

"Now, put two fingers up your pussy," I told her. She did that quickly also, and I could feel them moving inside of her through the thin membrane between her ass and her cunt. The feeling drove me wild, as always. One of my top fantasies with my wife was double penetrating her, sandwiching her with another man, and we often used a dildo inside of her to simulate it. Now I told Melissa to add another finger. She moaned and slowly pushed her ring finger in alongside her index and middle finger. I felt my balls tensing up and knew my orgasm was close. I fucked her for a few more seconds, and then it was time.

"Melissa," I said, grunting by now, "Put your fourth finger in now."

"I can't," she cried in tense pleasure/pain.

"Do it," I pressed her. I felt her pinkie move against her clit and slip around aimlessly as she tried to get it into that overfilled cavity. Our orgasms were moments away and would not be delayed, so I hurriedly slid my hand down on top of hers. I took her last finger into my hand and pushed it hard against her slit, and felt it slide home. Instantly Melissa began screaming incoherently as she climaxed. The tightness of her entire crotch left me stunned and my own orgasm followed, as I filled her bowels with jet after jet of hot come.

We kissed and held each other for several minutes in her bed afterward, and then I went to sleep in my own bed while she showered off. It had been an amazing experience and I was sure Kelly would be satisfied when I described it to her.




Melissa, Our Roommate Ch. 05



**********

Very late that same evening, long after I had fallen into a deep slumber, Kelly quietly arrived home. She peeked into the bedroom and confirmed that I was asleep, then walked softly directly into the bathroom. She frowned slightly, since there was obviously only one person occupying our bed, but then smiled as she realized that regardless of the sleeping arrangements, it was extremely likely that I had done as she asked. Demanded, even. Kelly knew that her impatience and desire had been obvious on the telephone when she had last spoken to me, although maybe not obvious to their full extent.

She hurriedly stripped off all of her clothes and flung them in a pile on the bathroom floor, and then stepped into the bathtub. She pulled the curtain closed behind her and turned on the warm spray. Swiftly she began to lather herself up with a bar of soap.

The soft hiss of the shower awoke Melissa, who was really barely asleep as it was as her small bladder was in need of relief. She glanced at the clock - 3:30? What the hell? She realized it must have been Kelly, home very late from the bar and feeling that familiar after-club grime. Well, privacy is great, but we're both girls here and I need to pee, she thought to herself.

She silently rose and padded to the bathroom door in her bare feet. Opening it slightly, she called in a low voice, "Kelly, it's Melissa. Mind if I go to the bathroom real quick?"

"Go ahead, I'll be another couple of minutes," Kelly assented from the shower. Melissa pulled her nightshirt out of the way and plopped down on the toilet seat. As she waited for the flow to start, she groggily stared at the floor with squinted eyes, trying not to let the bathroom light blind her. However, just as a warm trickle began to escape, something on the floor caught her attention and she opened her eyes more widely.

She tried to pee quietly as she leaned forward and picked up a dark article from the floor - Kelly's underwear. Melissa noticed a creamy white coating on the crotch of the panties and gasped quietly. Touching it with one finger, she noted that it was still wet. Knowing what she would find, she nevertheless raised her finger to her lips to taste the salty fluid, and her discovery was confirmed. She felt a familiar tingle in her crotch as she suddenly understood exactly why Kelly was taking a shower in the wee hours of the morning...



Melissa, Our Roommate Ch. 06



I was feeling fairly tired after the encounter with Melissa the previous night, so when Kelly slipped out of bed that Saturday morning, I didn't take much notice of it other than to roll over and steal one of her pillows to hide my face from the bright sunlight streaming in the window. Somewhere in my drowsy mind I was curious that she hadn't been all over me when she got home - and when the hell was that, anyway? It had to have been late, since I was fast asleep and never stirred.

Melissa was in the kitchen making coffee when Kelly got there. In most households it would probably have been very strange for the roommate of a married couple to be standing around in the kitchen wearing only a cutoff shirt and thong underwear, but given the way our relationship had progressed, it didn't faze Kelly in the slightest.

"Good morning," Melissa greeted her quietly, handing her a steaming mug.

"Morning," Kelly replied, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Was my husband a gentlemen last night while I was out?"

Melissa smiled and rubbed a palm across her crotch lightly. The thin material did little to hide the absence of any pubic hair and the presence of a fine gold ring in her clitoral hood. "That depends on your definition of gentleman, I suppose. If you mean taking good care of a woman in need of assistance..."

Kelly stopped her, a flush of wetness moistening her inner thighs. "Wait - don't tell me right now. I want to make him tell me while I'm riding him later tonight. But first he'll have to wait all day long in anticipation." She grinned wickedly, and then cocked her head. "Say, did he tell you that I haven't let him touch me in days?"

"Well, I knew you were playing with him. And I've been teasing him a lot myself," Melissa admitted. "I still can't believe you wanted me to fuck your husband so much!"

"Well, that, but - really, it's that I wanted him to fuck you. There's a subtle difference, you know."

Melissa nodded. It was obviously a psychological thrill to Kelly, and she didn't mind being used a little. It had gotten her some of the best sex she had ever had, and the first since things went really sour with Gary several weeks ago. She changed gears and broached a delicate subject. 

"You must have been going pretty nuts yourself, Kelly. Not having sex with your husband, I mean. You guys have been pretty regular lately, you know."

Kelly's face grew slightly pink, and she quickly occupied herself with finding a cigarette from the pack in her purse. She didn't say anything for a minute while she lit her cigarette, and then exhaled a stream of smoke slowly. "Yeah, I've been horny," she acknowledged. "Plus thinking about Biff with you has been getting me excited."

Melissa's expression grew more serious. "You know, when you got home last night and I had to pee while you were showering?" She waited for Kelly to nod before continuing. "Kelly, there was come all over your underwear."

Kelly took a long drag, trying furiously to think of a response that was plausible. "No, um...you must have been mistaken...I mean..."

Melissa stepped closer to Kelly, until they were nearly touching. She took the cigarette from her and took a puff herself, blowing the smoke past Kelly's ear. "I was there that night, don't forget. I watched you with those two guys, and we both know you didn't tell your husband quite everything." She could see Kelly growing pale. "You fucked them last night, didn't you?"

Kelly nodded mutely. A tear formed in the corner of her eye. "I wasn't planning it at first, but then...well, I knew Biff was going to fuck you last night and I was so horny... I couldn't stop myself. Are you going to tell him?"

"No," she laughed. "You are. Eventually. You don't really want to stop yet, do you?" Kelly whispered an almost soundless no. "You never know, your husband might not even mind. He liked watching me fuck you..." Melissa leaned in and kissed Kelly, pushing her tongue into Kelly's open pink mouth. They kissed for a few moments, then Melissa pulled away. Finishing the cigarette, she announced, "Now, with that settled, you need to help me pick out an outfit for tonight. I have a date."

**********

By the time I got up, the ladies were nowhere to be found. Shopping, apparently, from the short note I found on the refrigerator. I was frustrated, because I really couldn't wait to get some alone time with my wife. Then the strangeness of the thought hit me: I wanted to be alone with Kelly so that I could tell her all about fucking her friend last night. I shook my head slowly. Our relationship had certainly taken on a twist.

After few hours of hanging around aimlessly, I went to run some errands of my own and catch a movie. When I got back it was already getting dark outside, but at least Kelly's car was parked in our space. I figured that maybe I'd get a chance now to have a little rendezvous. 

Unfortunately, that wasn't to be the case. She was deep into a book on the couch and gave me the "Do Not Disturb" signals quite clearly. However, she insisted that I stay in the living room with her rather than going onto my computer, so that we could spend time together. The only upside to that was the occasional movement of her toes in my lap and getting to watch her smoke a few cigarettes.

Finally she closed her book and looked at me expectantly. I slid in between her back and the inside of the couch so that we were spooning and tilted her face towards me. Kissing her, I could taste the smoky flavor of her pink mouth. She kissed me back for several minutes, teasing my lips with her tongue seductively. 

"Mmm..." she said eventually, pulling away, "What should we have for dinner?"

It should go without saying that food was the last thing on my mind, but what my wife wants, she gets. So sex had to be delayed for another couple of hours while we cooked, ate, and digested. Over dinner Kelly told me that Melissa was on a date tonight. I must have gotten a strange expression when she said that because she started laughing at me and wouldn't say any more.

Around 8:30, after making me wait all day, Kelly wandered into the bedroom with her finger crooked in a "follow me" gesture. I was quick to comply. She wordlessly pointed to the bed and I sat down. Next she leaned over me and pulled my shirt off, letting her hands brush across my chest lightly. Then she pushed me down so that I was lying in the center of the bed.

I hadn't noticed her attaching them so she must have been stealthy about it, but in a moment the unmistakable sound of Velcro announced that she had brought out the comfy cuffs. She quickly strapped my arms down, then moved to the foot of the bed and stripped off my jeans before securing my ankles as well.

Bound as I was, it put Kelly in complete control of the situation, and she took full advantage of it. She took her time putting on a fresh coat of red lipstick and a sexy gloss by Mac that drives me wild with its wet, shiny finish. Then she took out a thick vibrating dildo and sat in front of me, lighting a cigarette.

"So," she started, exhaling a white stream of smoke, "Did you do it?"

I knew she had to have figured it out, if Melissa hadn't already talked to her about it anyway. But of course me telling her was part of the fantasy for her. 

"Oh yeah. We did it."

"Tell me about it," she demanded, running her fingertips across my rigid prick.

I started the story, explaining first how we had flirted and drunk wine throughout dinner, and how I'd watched her undressing before going to her. Kelly focused her attention on me completely, and a faint buzzing announced that her vibrator was running. I continued by describing how I had pushed Melissa up against a wall, kissing her roughly and jamming my fingers into her.

"You've never been like that with me," Kelly gasped.

"You wanted me to fuck her like there was no one else in the world," I reminded her. "It was some of the hottest sex I've ever experienced." Normally I would have been mortified at the thought of talking to Kelly like that, for fear of hurting her feelings. But her moans and the pace at witch she was thrusting the dildo into herself told me I was doing exactly what she wanted.

Kelly hissed, "Did she suck your cock?"

"Even better. She blew me while she was smoking. I almost came all over her face."

"God, I would love to see that," Kelly said. She told me to go on, so I told her how I ate Melissa's delicious cunt before fucking her standing up. I think that part turned her on a lot, and I spent plenty of time describing the feeling of Melissa's pussy squeezing my dick, and how exciting it was to be with someone else. Kelly's eyes were closed now and she furiously frigged herself. I don't think she planned to come on the dildo, but when I got to the part about ass-fucking Melissa while making her put four fingers inside of herself, Kelly's mouth opened in a big circle and she screamed out a tremendous orgasm, bottoming the dildo out inside of herself.

Throughout the whole story, Kelly had touched my cock here and there in order to keep me hard, but since I couldn't touch myself, I was pretty frustrated. I watched in excitement as she slowly withdrew the dildo from her pussy and set it aside, wet with her fluids. I hoped that it was about to be my turn. Indeed, Kelly lit another cigarette and straddled my waist so that my dick was pressed against her vaginal lips. She leaned forward to lie on my chest and began kissing me while she smoked and rubbed herself against me.

"So was it as good as you hoped?" she whispered.

"Better. I'd fuck her again in a heartbeat." I felt Kelly's pussy tremble at that even as she tensed slightly. Now was the moment of truth. "But what I really want is to slide my cock inside of the woman I married - the woman I love."

Kelly sighed contentedly and closed her lips over mine while angling her hips enough to slip me inside of her. "That's what I wanted to hear," she told me. Then there was no room for words, since her smoky tongue stayed buried inside my mouth while she rode me with no abandon. Her pussy was like moist silk around my flesh. I couldn't help but notice the touch of her closely trimmed pubic hair brushing across my groin in sharp contrast to the smoothly shaven mound from last night.

Kelly fucked me hard, slamming down on top of me rapidly. "Come inside of me," she urged me. "Fill me up. Fill me and then eat me." I felt my balls knotting up with my impending climax as she began tonguing my sensitive nipples. Gradually her coaxing pushed me over the brink and I shot jet after jet of hot come into my wife.

She was totally fired up by this point and didn't even give me a moment to catch my breath. She simply lifted up off of me, my semen dripping from her cunt onto the sheet, and slid into place so that she was sitting on my face. I put out my tongue and went to work, joined rapidly by her vibrator on full blast. She focused on her clit, and I licked her from top to bottom, tasting our tangy combined flavors. It was amazing. Her second orgasm came slower, and by the time she got off I was getting pretty weary. Nevertheless, I gave her another good, vocal climax to finish the evening right. Sleepy after my own orgasm, I was out moments after she climbed off of me.

**********

Sometime later that night I awoke to the creaking of floorboards. I glanced at the clock - 12:45 AM. The sliver of light at our bedroom door grew wider and I saw a blonde head poke its way in. Suddenly I realized I couldn't move; Kelly had fallen asleep without unfastening the restraints.

"Kelly..." I heard a quiet whisper from the door. "Are you awake?"

Melissa tiptoed into the bedroom and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw my predicament. Since Kelly hadn't covered me in blankets either, I was on full display, bound spread-eagled to the bed. As Melissa's eyes lingered on my cock, it grew and hardened.

"I like having him right where I want him," quipped Kelly, awake now as well.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you guys up. Actually, well, I thought you might be...fucking..."

"We did earlier," Kelly confirmed. "Although from what I hear it wasn't as rough as you like it." Even in the dark I could see Melissa blushing. "So how was your date?"

"It was good. He's a really nice guy. And a good kisser."

"So you went out and got some, eh?" I teased her. 

"Not as much as he got," she said, giving it right back to me.

"You little slut," Kelly cried, "You didn't fuck him on the first date, did you?"

Melissa shook her head, absently running a hand along my thigh. "We made out and I let him play with my tits for a while. Oh, and I just blew him in front of the condo," she finished with a grin.

"Did you swallow?" Kelly asked.

"Most of it. I saved a little for you," Melissa said provocatively, leaning forward and kissing my wife with the flavor of another man's come in her mouth. If my dick hadn't already been at full mast, it sure was now.

"Mind if I fuck your husband?" Melissa asked politely. "I'm really horny, but I didn't want my date to think I'm a slut." I wisely chose not to comment that fucking a married man moments after a date probably was even worse on that measure - it didn't do to upset a woman who was so eager to fuck that she was simply lifting her skirt and pulling her underwear to the side.

Kelly watched with rapt attention as my cock disappeared under Melissa's descending pussy. She rode me in the cowgirl position, with her hands on my chest and her hips rocking steadily. "Oh yeah, yeah, this is good. Fuck. Oh, more." She was turned on and her cunt was flowing freely with sticky juices. Kelly leaned in to open Melissa's blouse and suck on her nipples. 

Swirling her tongue across Melissa's nipple rings, she wondered aloud. "Honey, do you think I ought to get my nipples pierced?" She laughed as I groaned and arched my hips up to meet her friend. "Or maybe we'll get our tongues pierced. We can suck you together then, or you can watch us eating each other out." She turned towards me and began kissing me as I fucked the blonde beauty. "Are you going to come in Melissa so I can watch her sit on your face?" She kissed me deeply. "Shoot inside of her. Make her wet for me."

The stimulation was incredible, both physically and mentally. I closed my eyes and groaned deeply, feeling my come surging up to cascade inside our sexy roommate. I pulsed inside of her for several seconds, filling her nicely.

"Now, slide up onto his face," Kelly instructed. "Let him eat you. It's incredible, like nothing you've ever had done to you." And I did so. I ate Melissa's creamy pussy until she came screaming, her thighs clenching my cheeks for dear life. And then, once again, I slept, untied finally from the bed and with both of the women in my life pressed against me, one on each side. 



Melissa, Our Roommate Ch. 07



Our sexual triangle remained largely at a status quo for the next week or so. My wife Kelly and I were fucking every night, something that had never happened with us even when we were dating. Not only was the quantity exceptional, but the quality was also as good as any man could ask for. Kelly was wearing sexy lingerie frequently. In fact, hardly a day went by when she wasn't wearing something that set my loins to twitching. Similarly, her makeup, hair, and perfume were amazing at all times. She was also quite consciously driving me wild by smoking sexily around me whenever possible. 

Her appearance was fabulous, and her attitude and approach toward sex had also gotten very exiting. She was constantly trying to find new ways to arouse me more, not that I needed any additional assistance there. She was sucking or touching my cock far more regularly than in the past, where a short blowjob followed by sex was typical. Normally fairly vocal during sex, her naughty fantasizing had taken a big jump, and now she often talked about me fucking Melissa or eating her cream-filled pussy, or teasing my desire to do her with another man by talking about sucking a hard cock while I fucked her.

And then there was Melissa. In some ways, she was very different than Kelly. Long blonde hair as opposed to Kelly's shoulder length brunette tresses. Smaller breasts. A tendency towards glossy pink lips and blue eye shadows where Kelly liked darker browns and reds. Pierced nipples and clitoral hood.

But in other ways, they were so much alike. They both loved to tease in sexual ways, without being slutty. They both smoked sexily. And I was fucking both of them in my marriage bed.

It wasn't cheating, of course. Kelly had firmly pushed us together, and in fact only twice had I slept with Melissa that Kelly wasn't present. She had made it very clear that she didn't want to be there the first time, but wanted to hear all of the details. The second had happened a few days ago when Kelly got stuck working late, as had happened a few times recently. But we had also fucked twice with Kelly there, either watching or participating. Plus, I had gotten to watch Kelly's first bisexual encounter with her sexy friend not long ago!

So all in all, the past several weeks had been very good to me, especially the most recent ones. However, even with all of the excitement I had experienced thus far, I was truly just at the beginning of my discoveries, I began to realize.

***********

It was Saturday afternoon. The work week had been very stressful in that mixed good and bad way: good because our client roster was expanding rapidly and we were preparing for software installations as fast as we could manage them; bad because we simply couldn't train people quickly enough to take the pressure off of the existing staff. Hence my need for some relaxation, with my feet up on the coffee table and a beer in my hand. I looked to my right where Kelly lay on the couch reading a home decorating magazine. She was intensely sexy even when she wasn't doing anything special, I thought - although she knew me well enough to easily pass on the subtle cues that would get me excited, without making it seem obvious. 

Now, for example, she had simply clipped her shower-damp hair up in a twist behind her head, letting it fall as it may across her neck. She was braless under an oversized long sleeve T-shirt that was thin enough to reveal the dark circles of her areolas and the raised bumps of her nipples. Other that that she wore only a pair of pink cotton panties that I was able to see whenever the hem of her shirt rode up her thigh. In other words, she was dressed for comfort, but in a way that sent a gentle pulse of blood through my cock every time I look at her.

She saw my glance and smiled at me, blowing me a kiss. Then, as if entirely by coincidence, she reached for the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table and lit one. Without so much as another glance in my direction, she proceeded to smoke the entire cigarette while casually reading. Of course it kept me completely aroused and sneaking looks at her.

The whole afternoon was pretty much like that. She never really did bother to get dressed, and I found it especially exciting once when I glanced at her cotton-clad pussy and noticed that the fabric was moist with her juices. Apparently her teasing games had some effect on her as well, I noted. She passed me on the way to the bathroom, pausing long enough to give me a short tongue-kiss with her smoke flavored mouth on her way. On a whim, I followed a moment later and spied on her through a crack in the door.

She quickly pulled down her panties and sat down on the toilet. Though I couldn't see it, I heard the splashing of water as she peed, and then she wiped herself a couple of times with tissue. But as I had hoped and suspected, I saw her fingers flash over her clit several times and heard her soft moan and knew that she had simply touched herself enough to raise her own passion higher. I quickly scooted back to the living room as she flushed the toilet.

Early that evening, Melissa came out of her bedroom from a power nap, prepared for a date. She was dressed to kill. I felt my cock stir for the hundredth time that day when I saw her - hair curled up in a sexy-cute flip, glistening lips and shadowed eyes, tight black pants and a pink top that accentuated her 34B breasts. She paused long enough to light a cigarette and then strode into the living room accompanied by the clicking of her four-inch wedge heels on the hardwood floors. 

"Well, what do you think?" she inquired of me, hands on hips and exhaling a stream of smoke towards the ceiling.

"I think you look good enough to eat," I told her lustily. Kelly smiled when she heard this.

"You're so sweet," Melissa cooed at me. She put a hand behind my neck and leaned down to kiss me wetly. "Let's hope my date thinks so."

"Is this the same guy as last week?" asked Kelly.

"Yeah, the same one," Melissa confirmed. "But I'm seeing a different guy tomorrow night, and then this other one I just met on Wednesday."

I playfully swatted her ass. "You little minx! You're not screwing around, are you?"

"Only with you," she laughed. Then the sound of a horn from the parking lot out front announced the arrival of her date. "Gotta go," she said. She leaned in for one more kiss from me, slipping her tongue between my lips briefly, then moving over to Kelly and doing the same to her. Then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind her.

Suddenly Kelly was in front of me, sliding down to straddle my leg and pin my cock between her thighs. "I want to fuck you," she told me firmly, "right now."

**********

Minutes later we were in the bedroom kissing passionately. Kelly's hands were all over my back and neck, pulling my mouth into hers while our tongues dueled aggressively. I could taste her sweet saliva and my nose was starting to pick up the tangy scent of her pussy, as it grew wetter by the second. 

"Oh, I'm so hot right now," she moaned into my ear as I ran my tongue down her neck. I reached up and squeezed her left breast with my hand, rolling her nipple between my thumb and fingers through the thin shirt she wore. She gasped as I pinched it gently.

"Still thinking about getting it pierced?" I pinched more firmly and pulled a bit.

She nodded, eyes crunched up in a mixture of pleasure and agony as I twisted her hard nub. I then slid down and bit at it through the cloth, raking it with my teeth to her aroused moans. Satisfied that she was enjoying it, I repeated the treatment on her other nipple then lifted her shirt. Both nipples were glowing red and rock hard from my attention.

I was about to slide down and eat her but she stopped me. "Lay down. I want to suck you."

I didn't need to be told twice. I slid off my jeans and boxers and fell flat on the center of the bed. Kelly took off her shirt and panties in front of me and stood naked, showing off her closely trimmed cunt and sexy tits. She opened a bedside drawer and pulled out a thick dildo, dropping it pointedly on the bed next to me. Then she climbed onto me in a 69-like position, kneeling so that her pussy was several inches over my face and taking my cock in her hands.

She bent forward until her breasts brushed my thighs, hanging straight out from her chest. She stroked my cock for several seconds until it was as hard as it could get, looking me right in the eye over her shoulder the whole time. Then she dipped her head down and closed her lips around the head of my cock. My view was limited by the position, so I could only imagine her crimson lips surrounding me as I felt the warm saliva coating my shaft in time with her bobbing.

I laid my head back and enjoyed the pleasurable sensations she was giving me. Kelly has a talented mouth, and when she's in the mood to show off, she can really do wonders. Tonight she really seemed to want my cock in her mouth and was doing her best to deep throat it, breathing warmly towards my balls as she pumped the base of my dick with her hand. 

Suddenly I noticed her hips wiggling suggestively above me and she paused in her sucking. "Well?" she said expectantly. I realized shortly that she wanted the dildo and grabbed for it. Reaching up with the other hand, I parted her nether lips and was thrilled to see a thick, sticky string of clear pussy juice stretched between them. I put the head of the two-inch thick dildo to the entrance of her cunt and twisted it in her wetness until it was lubricated. Then I pushed it slowly up her snatch while she resumed her sucking.

If I'd thought she was giving me great head before, it was that much better once I penetrated her with the toy. "Oh God yes," she moaned around my dick, "it's so big. It's like a guy with a big dick is fucking me while I suck you."

My cock twitched in her mouth as she said that and I moaned reflexively.

"You liked that, didn't you," Kelly teased me, running her tongue across my cockhead. "Are you imagining that? Me being fucked while I suck you?"

I nodded silently, working the latex cock in her.

She lowered her mouth around me again and bobbed twice, then came up and jerked me as she spoke. "Keep fucking me like that with your thick cock," she said. "Oh honey, it feels so good sucking you while another guy reams my pussy like this." She alternated between sucking and speaking, always stroking my cock in time with the thrusts of the dildo. "Christ, it's almost too big - you're going to stretch me out for my husband," she whispered. "But don't stop, you're giving me the fuck of a lifetime. Keep going until you come inside of me."

I could see her getting into the fantasy now, clenching her crotch against the dong inside of her and moving her mouth rapidly across me. I felt my balls swelling with come, as her dirty talk got to me. "Are you going to fill me up?" Kelly gasped, carrying on the story. "Fill me up while I suck the come out of my husband's cock. Fuck me harder! Harder, you motherfucker! I love your cock inside of me...fuck me like you did last weekend!" At the last I felt a strange twinge, but at the same time it turned me on so much that I came right into my wife's waiting mouth. Her lips slid down to the base of my shaft and she gulped lustily, swallowing as fast as I jetted my load into her mouth. The shaking of her hips and her muffled cries told me that her orgasm had arrived as well.

By the time both of our orgasms had subsided, she was cuddled into my arms and kissing me softly. "Good fantasy?" she asked with a smile. I told her it was great and we relaxed in post-coital bliss.

**********

It was much later that night when I felt the bed compress next to me. Melissa woke me with frantic kisses, running her hands over my chest.

"I need you to fuck me - hurry!" she whispered, pulling off her pants - no panties, my groggy mind noticed. Then she spread her legs and I rolled on top of her. Her cunt was a sticky mess, I noticed immediately. I rubbed my hand in the sloppy crevice and lifted it to her mouth where she eagerly licked it clean. It took no more than a shift of my hips and my cock slid right in to the hilt in her pussy, accompanied by her moans and a squish of thick juices.

"God, you're a fucking mess down here," I exclaimed. Her laughs shook the bed.

"That's one way of putting it," she agreed. "Another would be sloppy seconds."

"You didn't!" Kelly burst out from next to us. I hadn't even realized she was awake.

"Yeah, I just fucked the guy in our parking lot," Melissa admitted. "But I didn't come with him, and I needed more." She lifted her legs around my back and pulled me into her. "Fuck me already," she groaned, raking her nails across my back.

I was happy to oblige, hammering my hips against hers. The feeling of her cum-filled pussy clenching me was incredible, velvety and frictionless. I kissed her hard, looking into her eyes as I drilled her. I felt Kelly's hands roaming across our bodies, touching our chests, playing with Melissa's nipple rings, and reaching down to stroke her clit when our bodies parted. In the meantime I kissed Melissa, then kissed my wife, back and forth as we fucked. Soon I felt Melissa stiffen and squeeze my cock with her vaginal muscles as she came, her lover's semen squeezed out around me. I grunted and let my own eruption spill into her, adding my seed to the copious load that already was overflowing its container.

Next to us I felt Kelly slipping down. "Pull out," she told me. I did so, angling towards her slightly. She took my dick in her hand and slowly, thoroughly licked the combined loads of sperm and pussy juice from me until the only moisture left on me was from her saliva. Then she moved her head between Melissa's thighs and started licking at the creamy mess leaking from her.

"With all of the times you've eaten me after sex, I wanted to see what it's like," she smiled at me before turning her full attention to the steaming pussy before her. Soon Melissa's moans rose to a fevered pitch. The psychological thrill of having a woman eat two lovers' worth of come from her was tremendous, as was the pleasure of Kelly's tongue snaking across her clit and its golden ring. Had I not come twice already that evening, I probably would have gotten hard again myself listening to my wife suck the jism out of her friend with her hungry tongue and ruby lips.

Melissa started whimpering constantly and her hands slid down to encircle Kelly's head, holding her face tightly in the crevice of her thighs. I could head obscene, wet sucking sounds coming from Melissa's gash and saw Kelly forcing three fingers inside of her with jabbing movements. Melissa's excitement continued to build until she seemed to be in the throes of one long orgasm that held on for several minutes. Finally she went limp and weakly pushed Kelly's face away. "Too much..." she whispered faintly.

**********

Kelly sat nervously in the semi-reclined chair as a heavily tattooed man roughly squeezed her nipples. Her shirt was unbuttoned and her bra had been pulled down to let her breasts pop free.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked her gently, in sharp contrast with the harsh way he was touching her. "Once you cross this line, there's no going back."

Kelly was afraid but aroused. The man's questions meant more to her than he realized, she thought. But in crossing some of those lines, she had opened new paths of exploration for herself and her husband. Having sex with a woman - hell, even kissing a woman - was one of those lines. Encouraging her husband to fuck another woman was another. And what about cheating on him with another man, she wondered? She knew that she would tell him eventually, and she had always known that the idea of her being with other mean aroused him, but how would the reality reconcile with the fantasy?

"I need to hear you say it," the man pressed. "Otherwise you can put your clothes back on and leave."

"Do it. Do me now," Kelly urged him.

The man wiped an alcohol pad across each of her nipples and their surrounding skin. Immediately an icy sensation went through them and she gasped in surprise. But that was nothing compared to the clamp...when he fixed it on the first nipple, tightening and locking it in place, Kelly squeezed both our hands hard. Melissa and I were sitting on opposite sides of her, watching her with concern.

"This is all going to be done in a minute Kelly," Melissa reassured her. "One clamp down, one to go. Then the needle, and it hurts like hell, but it's worth it."

The man latched the second clamp on her other nipple and again Kelly stiffened from the pain. "I'm going to put both of the needles in first, and then I'll put the rings in. That way, the worst is over quickly. Are you ready?" he asked.

Kelly nodded bravely. He started with her left breast and held up a thick, curved needle, much larger than those used for injections or drawing blood. With a well-practiced hand, he put it against her nipple and pushed it smoothly through to the other side. Kelly's reaction was instant and she stiffened and cried out, a mask of pain on her face. Tears streamed from her eyes.

"You're doing great," the man encouraged her. "Just hold still like that for one more and we're in the home stretch."

He quickly repeated the process with her right nipple, and I watched in sympathy as my wife fought the need to jump in pain from her tortured, bleeding nipple. But, like the man promised, once the needles were through, the worst was indeed over. He fed each of her new silver hoops into holes in the backs of the needles and slowly pulled the needles the rest of the way through her neatly pierced nipples, leaving the rings dangling from them. Next he adjusted each so that the small gap in their circle was facing downward. Into the space, he inserted a small ball using a pliers-like tool. Finally he wiped away the blood with a soft, moist towel and applied a coating of antibiotic gel.

"What do you think?" he asked, handing her a mirror.

Kelly still had tears streaming down her face from the pain, but she wiped them away with the back of a hand and looked at herself in the mirror. There, adorning her chest like shimmering beacons were the nipple rings she had been thinking of ever since Melissa moved in. 

"They're sexy," I told her. 

"Fuck yeah, they're sexy," Melissa one-upped me. "I can't wait to suck on those."

If that shocked the piercing artist, he didn't let it show. Rather, he gave some firm instructions about cleanliness, care, and waiting three months for 'any of that'. He also told her to forget about wearing a bra at all for the next couple of days, covering her nipples with a soft gauze pad as he did so, and that she should consider a padded bra for a week or so after that to minimize chafing. Kelly put her bra in a pocket, buttoned up her shirt, and rose to unsteady feet where we helped her out to the car.

**********

By the end of the next couple of weeks, Melissa had been on a number of dates with a few different guys. A definite pattern had emerged: she was fucking the guys by the second date (first in one case) and then racing home to get into my bed for a second fuck while her lover's come was still warm inside of her.

"I don't know what's gotten into me," she mused as she rode my cock. "I've never been 'easy' like this before. Sure, I had sex with guys, but usually it was after several dates, and always with just one guy that I was dating pretty much exclusively."

I didn't really know what to say to that, so I just kept thrusting upwards into her. Her date had actually ended rather early this evening as it was a weeknight, so I had been wide awake when Melissa came into the living room with that freshly-fucked glow. In fact, I was pretty horny myself because Kelly was out for the evening at a movie with a girl friend, so I hadn't gotten laid yet.




Melissa, Our Roommate Ch. 07



Melissa had taken my hand and led me into my bedroom - for some reason we almost always fucked in the bed Kelly and I shared, rather than Melissa's. I suppose it was an extra turn on for her to have me in another woman's territory. We kissed for a while, then she straddled me and fed my dick into her waiting hole. That had been several minutes earlier.

"It's just so fucking dirty," she continued. "That first time you screwed me, and you were so rough with me, something just snapped. I felt like a slut and I actually loved it. You made me come so much... Now I'm really being a slut and I don't want to stop. I don't want to stop fucking you." She kissed me hard. 

"You liked that rough stuff, eh?" I smiled. "Maybe I should be a little more forceful with you tonight then," I said, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to her sides. Her gasp of pleasure suggested I was on the right track, but she surprised me.

"No," she said firmly. "Tonight, I'm in charge." In a turnabout, she pinned my hands down, then attached the cuffs that were now permanently connected to the legs of our bed. I was immobilized. Grinning, Melissa reached over to the pack of cigarettes on Kelly's bedside table and lit one. She rocked her hips gently on my cock and exhaled slowly. 

"I'm going to make you desperate to come," she told me with a wicked smile. Her movements were too slow to get me off, but enough to keep building my excitement. Again and again she took a long drag from her cigarette, blowing the stream out slowly and then kissing me while her hips moved against me. My cock was completely buried in her and I could feel her sloppy cunt matting my pubic hair. Still kissing me with her smoky mouth, she thrust her hips upwards and downwards on my shaft. I fought the need to come and she watched my expression with pleasure, squeezing her vaginal muscles tightly on each stroke. Finally she decided to make me come. She took a long drag on her cigarette and inhaled deeply, then immediately began kissing me while fucking me hard. Slowly she let her breath out was we kissed and I felt the warm smoke in our mouths. I shot a powerful load inside of her at that moment and she kissed me all through it.

"Bravo!" called Kelly from the doorway. "That was so sexy I wanted to come myself."

"Hey honey, I didn't know you were home yet. If you're turned on, why don't you come join us?"

"I'm actually really tired and need a shower - it's been a long day and I feel a little grimy." She shot Melissa a quick, piercing look, then headed into the bathroom. Before I could say anything else, and tied to the bed as I was, I could hardly react as Melissa lifted off of my cock. Taking another puff from her cigarette, she told me, "I'm not through with you yet, so forget about your wife. You've got other work to do." She slid her overflowing cunt up my body until she was sitting on my face.

"That's it baby," she purred as she felt my tongue move into action. She leaned back on her knees contentedly while I licked her sticky cunt, smoking and smiling. "Make me come like you always do."

***********

I must have fallen asleep before Kelly made it to bed. The next morning I went into the bathroom to urinate. While I was going, I noticed a lacy black pair of panties on the floor that looked like Kelly's. I picked them up and saw instantly that they were crusted with a thick coating of dried come; they were so stiff that they wouldn't even bend to the touch. My mind whirled. What the fuck? Were these Kelly's, and if so, what the hell was going on. I didn't hear the door open behind me, but suddenly Melissa's voice penetrated my thoughts. 

"I see you found my panties. I must have left them here last night after my date fucked me." She took them from my hand deftly.

"They look like Kelly's," I objected.

"Don't be silly," she said, reaching for my cock and stroking me. "They're full of come - of course they're mine. I'm sure we just have the same style. We shop at Victoria's Secret all the time together." She kissed me reassuringly. "Come into my bedroom - I feel like giving a blowjob, and you're the only guy within five feet." 

I let her lead me by the cock into her room, not noticing her drop the panties back in the bathroom as we went, and certainly not hearing Kelly scurry into the bathroom behind us to retrieve them, her heart pounding.



Melissa, Our Roommate Ch. 08



All of a sudden, I realized it had been more than three months since Melissa had moved in with us. I was actually shocked, both by how quickly the time had passed, as well as by how easily and naturally it had gone. After we finally had gotten rid of our last roommate, we had vowed to ourselves that we would never have another, no matter how tough the financial circumstances or how great the friend's need; it just created too many problems in the long run. 

Of course, with most roommate situations, there isn't usually a love triangle that has the three cohabitants sleeping in the same bed as often as not.

I was finally feeling well adapted to the situation into which I had been placed. I had a beautiful, sexy wife with whom I was deeply in love. Our sex life was amazing. She was attentive to my needs, knew how to drive me wild, and practiced it often. On the flip side, I also knew that I got her off very powerfully and felt that she was very satisfied as well.

Then there was Melissa...my girlfriend? Lover? I didn't know what to call her. My wife's friend, who had also been my hot sexual partner since just a few days after moving in with us. She certainly seemed to have gotten over the heartbreak of breaking up with her ex-boyfriend. In fact, Melissa was doing very well for herself indeed. She was almost insatiable, sexually. I was fucking her at least four times a week, sometimes more. And she was also getting laid at least that often by her dates - a few steady guys and the occasional fresh blood. 

The icing on the cake had to be watching Kelly and Melissa together though. All men fantasize about seeing their wife with another women. Anyone who tells you differently is a liar and probably insecure about his sexual talents. I had always dreamed of seeing Kelly with her face between another woman's thighs, or squirming on her back while a trio of slender fingers capped in a French manicure invaded her closely cropped slit. Now I witnessed such an encounter at least once or twice weekly. Actually, the best was watching them kiss. Their pink tongues playing between painted lips was always enough to stir my cock to full erection.

**********

"Hi honey," Kelly called as she shut the front door behind her. As usual, she looked amazing. Her auburn hair had been growing out for the past few months, and recently she had made a big change at the salon. Now she wore a very stylish, shorter cut with cute bangs and a curl under in the back. The big shocker, though, was the color, which was essentially black. Kelly had gone very dark once before, but never like this. At first I teased her about being my "gothic princess", but she didn't vamp it up with the rest of the look, which would have been almost comical. Instead, with her new complement of intense red lipsticks and a few new outfits, she had a very chic Manhattan look to her that I found quite alluring.

She was getting home a bit later than usual, but she rapidly made it up to me. She set down her work bag at the door and lit a cigarette, sauntering casually over to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me lustily. "Did you miss me?" she asked playfully.

I pulled her firmly to me and kissed her some more. "A little, I suppose," I teased her. She ground her hips against the erection that was straining my pants and nodded skeptically.

"Sure," she said sarcastically. Then, "Is your girlfriend home?" Kelly liked teasing me that way, calling Melissa things like my "girlfriend" or "other wife". She knew it turned me on to think like that, and if nothing else, Kelly liked to tease me. Since it was really her that started the sexual relationship between Melissa and I in the first place, I felt quite confident that there were no ill feelings in her remarks.

"No," I replied. "She had an early date tonight."

Kelly laughed, kissing me some more and slipping her smoky, wet tongue into my mouth. "You know what that means - sloppy seconds for my husband tonight." She was right of course. It was one of Melissa's greatest joys to come into my bed after one of her lovers had filled her up, and she often made her dates a little on the early side to ensure that there would be plenty of time for "afterwards". The guys just thought she was an early riser.

An interesting look crossed Kelly's face for a moment when she said "sloppy seconds", then her eyelids closed slightly in the calculated expression that is universally considered to be sultry on women around the world. She put her cigarette to her lips while rubbing my bulging crotch with the other hand. "Want to get into two wet cunts tonight instead of just one?" she asked sluttily.

That was an offer I simply couldn't pass up. I let Kelly lead me into the bedroom. She was walking backwards, pulling me by the hand. She made intense eye contact with me the entire time, a confident tigress stalking her prey. "Strip," she ordered me, watching and smoking.

It didn't take long with as horny as I was. In moments my shirt, pants, socks, and underwear were lying in a heap on the floor. But as fast as I had been, Kelly was somehow even quicker. By the time my undershirt was over my head, she was lying almost naked on the bed with her legs pressed tightly together. I say "almost naked" because she still wore her sexy, see-thru Calvin Klein bra. I nodded towards her tits.

"Still too soon to play with them?"

"Another week or so," she agreed, "And then the piercings should be completely healed. I want to feel you sucking on them as badly as you want to do it. Now get over here."

As usual, I was prepared to start at the bottom and work my way up. I love everything about going down on a woman: the taste, the smell, and the way I can make her move on my tongue, desperate to come. But as my face neared Kelly's twat, she spoke up.

"Not yet," she delayed me. "I want you to do it afterwards. Right now I need your cock inside of me."

Who could argue with that kind of request? I slid up her body and found her mouth with mine, kissing her aggressively. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts against my chest. Her tongue moved in my mouth frantically and I felt her legs separate. With my body completely atop hers, my dick naturally lodged itself against her pussy and I felt a tremendous warm wetness emanating from her cunt. Almost immediately Kelly rocked her hips and I slid all the way inside her with a moist gurgle.

"Fuck, you weren't kidding about two wet cunts tonight, were you?" I gasped. "You're almost as slick down there as Melissa is when she comes in from one of her dates!"

Kelly had a strange, small smile on her face and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me hungrily. "Fuck me," she whispered throatily. "Fuck your wife's sloppy cunt." And I did. I was so turned on that I couldn't help but thrust my hips against hers over and over again. Sticky juices were slipping out of her with each penetration, coating both of our crotches. Again I thought of how much she felt like Melissa after another man had fucked her. The thought briefly crossed my mind that perhaps Kelly...but no. We had fantasized about her fucking other men, but never really talked about acting on it. There had been little hints, tickling my subconscious, but nothing concrete, and knowing Kelly as I did, it could all be an elaborate mind-fuck to tease me.

I must have slowed down my strokes, because I suddenly became aware of Kelly looking up at me with a question in her eyes. "Where were you?" she teased me, tickling my nipple with her fingernails.

"Sorry, I was just thinking...you're so wet tonight," I said.

"Mmmm," she half moaned, half said in response. I felt her pussy muscles clench around my cock and stifled a large groan. She wrapped her legs around my ass and pulled me into her until I bottomed out against her cervix. "That turns you on, doesn't it? You're thinking that I feel like Melissa?"

The sensation of the deep penetration and her rippling vagina made it hard to concentrate on her words, much less answer. I think my groans of pleasure told her what she needed to know, though.

"You've fantasized about it, haven't you?" she whispered, fucking me. She was actually thrusting upwards against my motionless body, ramming my cock into herself. When I said nothing, closing my eyes and smiling slightly, she continued. "I know you have. You've told me so. I know the stories you read online. I remember how you came in my mouth the night I fantasized for you about having a big cock inside me."

Somewhere along the line I had begun fucking her again, slowly so as not to come too quickly. She was really getting me hot, and I could tell she was turned on by the whimpers of pleasure that interrupted her words.

"And I know how much you like fucking Melissa when she's been with another man - or men. You knew she has done that too, didn't you?" Actually, I hadn't, but I groaned loudly at the revelation. "Tell me the truth," she whispered, her mouth close to mine so that I could feel her breath against my face, "Have you ever imagined it was me while you were inside her just-fucked cunt? Have you ever wished it was me?"

I gasped "yes" loudly and let the eruption happen. She'd known it would when she began her story. She'd known how much it would turn me on, and how I would respond. Kelly knew me better than anyone else ever had or would, and she knew exactly how to bring me off at the moment of her choosing. Once again, as I had hundreds of times before, I felt my powerful ejaculation coating the insides of her already sticky gash. It was a big load; I had been very excited. When I finally finished coming, she kissed me gently and asked me to take care of her now.

I slid down her body until I was facing her beautiful cunt. Kelly keeps it trimmed very short, with the assistance of my careful scissor work. It's actually better than shaving, since the appearance is very similar, but it doesn't get scratchy or razor-burned. Now there was come leaking steadily out of her. She was a wet mess and the tangy scent of her freshly fucked pussy was engulfing my nose. I glanced up and saw that she had her arms above her head, heads clenched on the wooden rails of the headboard. "Do it," she cried, "Eat me." She pushed her hips at me, trying to mash her cunt against my face.

And as I always did for her, always would, I kissed her there. I started slowly and let her reactions dictate my pace. When her pleasure intensified, I used more pressure, moved faster, and focused more on her clit. When she was too close to an orgasm, I slowed down and licked around her lips, tasting our mixed flavors and letting her slow down. She can usually take up to about ten minutes of this sort of treatment before her impatience overwhelms her and she begs me to let her come. Tonight she was so aroused that she reached that point in less than five minutes. I sucked her harder and moved my tongue against every point on her clit, dancing furiously with my mouth as her climax ripped through her like a whirlwind, accompanied by the disembodied screams of pleasure from the region of the headboard.

Afterwards, once she was satiated, I continued to kiss and lick her lovingly while she stroked her fingers through my hair. Her cunt continued, to my amazement, to ooze ever more semen, even after several minutes of messy oral sex and a major orgasm. I felt my cock stir again at the questions that hung in my mind, but decided I'd better save myself for the encounter with Melissa that I knew would be coming later.

**********

I fucked Melissa that night of course. Her ripe pussy was as delicious as ever. She came to my bed slightly drunk and leaking come from both her asshole and her pussy at the same time. While I pounded away inside of her, she kept gasping loudly about what a whore she'd become. At first I tried to stop her, because I had reached the point that I cared a good deal for her and didn't like hearing her talk that way, but Kelly stopped me. She slapped Melissa and called her a slut, asking how she could even consider taking on two men and then coming into a married man's bed for a second helping. By the way Melissa screamed and came on my rigid cock, I knew that the role-playing was part of what was getting her off. 

For the next week or so, there was little out of the ordinary in our household. I think I got laid every single night from one or the other of the women in my life, if not both. Kelly was especially horny and it was all I could do to satisfy her.

By Saturday night, the women were ready for a night of fun on the town. I was tired after a long week of work with little time during the evenings for recuperation - not that I was complaining, of course - but the idea of an evening with a couple of DVDs was much more appealing than chasing around the city from bar to bar. Although the ladies made a half-hearted attempt to persuade me, I could tell they really weren't that disappointed that I'd decided to lay low.

Nevertheless, when I saw the way they had dressed up for the evening, I felt my loins stir randily and wondered if I shouldn't make the effort. Amazing was insufficient to portray their appearance. Melissa had on a tight crimson halter-top that really accentuated her medium-sized breasts, and the clear outline of her pierced nipples silently advertised her lack of a bra. Her skirt was unconscionably short, barely covering the tops of her black thigh-high nylons. Kelly was still finishing up when Melissa came out and straddled my leg, placing a cigarette between her merlot colored lips. I instantly felt her wetness against my bare leg as one of her hands pushed up the bottom of my shorts.

"No panties tonight, eh Melissa?" I inquired teasingly.

"Jealous?" she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me with wet brief touches of her lips.

"Not exactly..." I responded, shifting my buns around as I felt her fish my cock out under the fabric bunched up around my leg. I groaned as she slid forward and worked my shaft into her moist cavern.

"We have a few minutes before your wife is ready," she explained, covering my mouth with her smoky kisses. She rocked her hips across mine, moaning softly. "I love fucking you. Do you know that?"

"Yeah...I love fucking you too. You're incredible," I said truthfully.

"Of course you love to fuck me. But do you love me?" she asked casually, although the result was electrifying within me. However, I had no chance to answer, because a moment later, she slid off of my glistening tool with a wet plop. Kelly had finally come in and announced her readiness. She smiled at the sight of my wet cock. 

"Are we going to make it out tonight?" she teased Melissa.

"Of course," Melissa pouted, taking a drag from her cigarette. "I was just warming him up for later."

Kelly knelt before me and took my dick in her hand. She lowered her head and sucked my shiny length into her mouth several times before standing, licking her glossy pink lips. "She does taste good, doesn't she?" she said to me.

I nodded without needing to think about it. Melissa had the wettest pussy I'd ever experienced and liberally soaked me every time we fucked. But I was also looking closely at my wife. She wore a black, satiny pair of pants with a sexy flair at the bottom and a hot pair of high-heels. But on top, she had a virtually see-through black sheer blouse on that did almost nothing to hide her breasts or her newly healed pierced nipples.

"Christ Kelly!" I exclaimed. "I think Melissa's rubbing off on you - you're going to get a lot of attention going out like that."

She playfully swatted my cock and lit a cigarette. Exhaling a stream of smoke, she smiled smugly. "Do you have any idea how much these hurt going in?" she asked, touching her left nipple. "I'm damned well going to enjoy the attention after that!"

I put my hands up in mock surrender and gave in. "Okay, okay - but just watch out for that one," I cautioned, fixing Melissa with a ferocious stare. "She has a bad habit of fucking a lot of men, myself included."

Melissa laughed aloud. "Don't worry about Kelly. Your wife is more than capable of taking care of herself."

**********

Some two hours later, the women were looking at each other over the dividing seat of a Range Rover. Kelly was in the front seat, her face flushed as the dark haired man plunged his cock into her depths. "Oh Christ, it feels good. Fuck me harder!" she gasped. In the back, Melissa had her own concerns as her lover drilled her into the leather seats. Their combined moans filled the air.

"God, you're a hot piece of ass," moaned Kelly's stud. "I can't believe you're fucking married - your husband is really missing out!" 

"Stop," she commanded bluntly. "You're here because you have a big cock and because my husband is secretly turned on by this, even if he doesn't really know exactly what's happening yet. But the only use I have for your mouth is to put my pussy on it and make you eat me. So shut the fuck up." She pushed him onto his back and slid her cunt onto his stunned lips.

In the back, Melissa's lover said quietly to her, "Well, all I know is that I can take good care of you..."

"Oh no," she whispered breathlessly in his ear, "Kelly's husband fucks me better than you ever have or will. But it does take a lot to keep up with the two of us." She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him into her as he tried to figure out whether he was being used the way he often used the women he dated.

**********

I awoke to Melissa's dripping cunt smearing its thick filling across my rapidly growing cock. Although it was a frequent occurrence, I hadn't expected it tonight since she'd been out with Kelly.

"What...?" I asked groggily. 

"I told you I was warming you up earlier," Melissa told me, kissing me hungrily while I slipped up her creamy hole. I smelled a cigarette burning and glanced over to see Kelly fingering herself in a chair near the bed. Of course, in the darkness of the room, I couldn't make out the stream of semen that was leaking from my wife's pussy as well.

"But...if you were out with Kelly...and you got laid...?" my sleepy mind struggled to work out the obvious connection.

"I didn't fuck Kelly," was Melissa's simple answer.

Talking became a challenge after that as Melissa's silky cunt slid along my turgid shaft. I could feel the come running from her womanhood and coating my dick and balls, and knew that she had been thoroughly fucked by another man not long ago. But if that was the case, where had Kelly been? I stifled a moan as she rocked upon me, staring at my wife who was pressing a thick dildo into her own hole. I could feel her eyes searing into me as she easily took the girth of the thick toy inside of herself as if she was already well stretched out and thoroughly aroused. I'm rarely able to work it into her as quickly as that because she simply can't handle it until she is very excited.

Melissa leaned forward and kissed me ferociously. I could feel her nipple rings dangling against my chest and that turned me on incredibly. 

"Do you like watching your slutty wife fuck herself while we make love?" Melissa taunted me loudly. My answer was a long moan. Melissa kissed me again and continued, "I think it's time we let you in on a little secret." I noticed Kelly standing next to the bed, the dildo hanging limply in her hand. I had a feeling I knew what was coming, finally. There had been too many signs, too many hints. Somehow I wasn't upset even though it would have been the logical emotion.

I felt Melissa rise from my shaft and sensed her hand smearing a mixture of cunt fluid and sperm across the puckered entrance to her ass. Then she pressed the tip of my cock to her asshole and slowly sat down upon me, as my wife climbed onto the bed and straddled my face. I was not at all shocked to discover the come leaking steadily from her pussy as she ground her clit against my tongue. My wife had been thoroughly fucked this night, and at least several other nights that I could remember now that I was ready to face the evidence. I ate her through screaming orgasm after screaming orgasm; she was at the height of arousal, knowing that I finally was aware of her infidelity and still eager to please her. 




Melissa, Our Roommate Ch. 08



Not to be forgotten, Melissa rocked upon my groin and I felt the walls of her bowels clenching me with their powerful muscles. I don't get to enjoy anal sex that often for two reasons. First, I'm large enough to make it a little painful for most women for a day or so afterwards. Second, and equally important, the sensation is so intense for me that it almost always leads to a quick orgasm. Particularly when she is using a vibrator in her pussy at the same time. In this case, Melissa was simply rubbing her pussy and tugging on the gold ring in her clitoral hood, but with the presence of my wife's twat coating my lips with a creamy mixture as she cried out her climaxes, I was in no position to hold back my orgasm for long. In just a few short minutes, I was moaning into Kelly's stretched cunt and my balls were spasming as I blasted my load deep into Melissa's rectum.

In what had become a fairly common occurrence, we all collapsed into a sweaty pile of arms and legs, the scent and emissions of sex filling the room, and we slept. I dreamed of my wife in the arms of her lover, and of Melissa teasing me in white lingerie with a ring on her finger, and of powerful orgasms coursing through us all.



Melissa, Our Roommate Ch. 09



"How long has this been going on?" I asked quietly. The three of us, my wife Kelly, my lover Melissa, and I, sat around our dining room table with large latte cups of coffee steaming before us. Melissa looked away, taking a long drag from her cigarette and exhaling a blue stream of smoke as Kelly crushed hers out and reached for another.

There was silence for some time. Finally, Kelly responded softly. "Months, I guess." The mood in the room was a bit somber. No, that's not quite it - calm is more accurate, I suppose.

"Since the night at the bar when you kissed those guys and let one of them finger you?"

Kelly nodded, started to protest that she hadn't "let" anyone - but stopped. "I didn't tell you everything that happened that night."

I knew that, and in fact had known it almost from that night on. But I had never really been sure just how far things had gone. I didn't believe that she had actually fucked one of them at that point, but then again she had been cheating on me now for months. Even as I thought that, though, I had trouble looking at it as cheating. We had fantasized many times about me discovering her secret lover, or bringing a man into our bed to fuck her. And for months now, I had been making love to her friend, kissing her, touching her...developing feelings for her. I waited quietly for her to continue.

"Well, I didn't fuck them. I think you know that." She looked me in the eyes, then glanced down. "But I sucked them both off. I don't know what came over me, but I was so turned on, and they were so cute, and I just wanted to get them off."

"So no one came in his pants when you touched him then?" I clarified.

Melissa giggled and soon Kelly started to as well. "Um..well - actually, one guy did, but that was someone entirely different. He walked into the bathroom right as Melissa and I were finishing blowing our second guys, well, her third, and anyway he made some remark. Just to be a bitch, I walked over to him and snowballed him with a mouthful of the guy's come and grabbed his crotch. The little smartass came in his underwear on the spot. Probably a virgin that thought he was hot shit."

Even I had to laugh as my wife described it. I knew she had a teasing streak a mile wide because she used it on me all the time, but this was even a little cruel. Definitely funny though.

"So you want to hear about the sex?" Kelly asked, blowing out a stream of smoke. I nodded, and Melissa smiled and slid down underneath the table before me. I felt her pull my cock free through the opening in my boxers; it was hard, of course. She slowly took me into her mouth and sucked me as my wife told her story.

"The first time was the night you first slept with Melissa. I had been getting really horny after several days of not having sex with you but thinking of the two of you together constantly. I even masturbated in the women's room a couple of times at work, once when there was someone else in the stall next to me.

"Anyway, one of the guys had kept after me since the night in the bar. I hadn't given him my phone number, but he knew my name and where I worked, so he managed to track me down. I figured that you were a little nervous about screwing my friend no matter how much I encouraged you, so I knew that I needed to stay out of the house for and evening if there was any chance of you getting together."

She paused and lit a fresh cigarette, taking a deep drag while I enjoyed Melissa's lips moving on my dick. She was taking it slowly; evidently there was a lot to be told and she didn't want me to come too quickly. It was quite sensible, really. I was much more amenable to hearing about my wife getting fucked while I was sexually charged and horny, whereas afterwards it might not be as exciting.

"So I agreed to meet him for a drink in a bar downtown. One become a few, and since I hadn't had dinner yet, I was getting a little loose and tipsy. He offered to buy me dinner, which seemed like a good idea. Plus, it was only about 7:00 by that point, far too early to come home.

"We were having fun, laughing, eating, and drinking an expensive bottle of wine. He invited me to his apartment, which isn't far from the bar. I figured, 'why not'. I mean, I had already made out with him and sucked his cock, and you knew about...most of that...so it wasn't like there was much to be worried about. And I guess I was maybe just a tiny bit jealous, knowing that you had to be balls deep in a certain blonde...

"So that's how it started. We went to his apartment, and in about fifteen minutes flat, I was on my back while he fucked my brains out. It was great sex, raw, no emotional attachment, just this guy I hardly knew lying on top of me with his cock inside me. We fucked twice, once in the living room on the floor, and once in his bed. And then I came home."

I must have been groaning softly as Kelly told me this, and my dick was certainly pulsing in Melissa's mouth, so she lifted her head for a moment to let me cool off and to add her two cents worth. "I caught her that same night - found her come soaked panties on the floor while she showered."

I must have made an expression of recognition, because she stopped me cold. "No, not the ones you found - that came much later. At first she didn't want you to know, so she kept pushing me into your bed. But then it started to turn her on, teasing you." She lowered her pink lips to my cock again and I felt her tongue dancing across its head.

I looked to Kelly for confirmation and she nodded, smiling. Her robe was parted and I could see her 36C breasts resting on her chest, pink nipples erect and crowned with small gold loops. Her hand was busy somewhere below the edge of the table.

"Go on," I whispered hoarsely.

"Well, I fucked him a few times after that, and also his friend - the other guy from the bar that first night. Like Melissa said, at first I felt really badly about it, and I almost confessed right away. But more and more, I started thinking about all of those fantasies we've talked out over the years, and how you've always teased that you'd like to see me fucked by another guy. But what really did it, finally, was seeing your reaction the first time Melissa came to fuck you after she'd had sex with another guy."

"Really?" I asked.

"Really. You got so turned on. I could see it in your eyes that you loved being with her after she'd been used by another man. That her sloppy seconds turned you on. I didn't quite get it at first, but I think you were aroused by the open expression of her sexuality as a women." She gazed into my eyes and found agreement in them, then went on. "I wanted you to feel that with me too. I think you wanted that as well. So I kept doing it, getting fucked by various men. At first, I kept it fairly subtle, because I didn't want you to figure it out too quickly. I started coming home from work late and insisting that Melissa fuck you because I was tired, although secretly I had been screwed earlier that night. 

"Later, I left 'evidence' to see if you would accuse me. But then you accepted Melissa's explanation. I knew you would, I guess, but it planted more ideas. And after that were the times I let you fuck me after I'd been with another man."

"How many times?" I gasped. Kelly's story, and Melissa's sucking, was really getting to me by this point.

She shrugged. "Five, six, I'm not sure. The first couple of times, I wiped away most of the come so it wouldn't be too obvious. But the last time, I made sure that I was overflowing before I came home. I let two men fuck me and one of them came in me twice, so I had three loads inside. That was the night you asked me all the questions. I could tell you knew, but weren't ready to say it out loud." She put her cigarette between her lips and rubbed her clit furiously. "And that brings us up to last night, and we knew when we went out that I was going to make sure you knew before the night was over."

Melissa was sucking furiously on me now, and had been building me up for almost 15 minutes. Finally, as Kelly finished her hot story and plunged her fingers into her vagina, Melissa caressed my balls and urged me to come in her mouth. I felt my white sperm pulse into her mouth with several intense bursts. She moaned around my dick and swallowed most of it. Finally she came out from under the table, pearls of my semen gleaming on her lips. She leaned over my wife and kissed her, pushing her come coated tongue into Kelly's mouth, and pulling on her nipple rings for the first time. Kelly screamed at the sudden sensation, and at first I was afraid that it had hurt her, that it was too soon, but then I heard the words. She was crying out "yes" and "Oh God", and her fingers were flashing over her clit as Melissa tweaked her nipples through Kelly's climax.

A little later, after we had settled down somewhat, I asked my last question. "Are you going to keep doing it?"

"Tell me the truth," she ordered, "Does it turn you on?"

I nodded. Melissa was sitting in my lap, hugging me gently, touching my chest, my back. Kissing my neck.

Kelly didn't need to say anything else then. I had answered my own question.

**********

Time passed. Weeks grew into months. Kelly's nipples had healed beautifully, and there were many nights spent sucking and pulling on the sexy rings hanging from them. The summer had faded and winter taken its place. Our triangular relationship continued to work well. In place of the air mattress in the second bedroom, Melissa now had a proper bed that gave evidence to the permanence that our roommate situation seemed to have taken on. Yet it was a piece of furniture that was more for decoration than anything else. For Kelly and I too had a new bed, trading in our queen size for a king that comfortably slept three most nights of the week. 

Gone was the awkwardness that had been weighing on me some time ago when Melissa first started suggesting that there was more to our relationship than just sex. We were now comfortable, both alone and in front of Kelly, in saying "I love you" to each other, and we meant it. She was still fucking other guys, of course, although less rabidly than before, and so was Kelly occasionally. We were at peace in our relationship.

**********

"I don't know what to do Kelly," Melissa confided. They sat at a café in the city, talking quietly, surrounded by strangers finishing a light lunch. She reached into her purse and withdrew a cigarette, lighting it with a match from a book labeled in French.

"I feel like I'm cheating on...well," she paused, laughing, "on your husband."

It sounded silly, but she meant it very seriously. Kelly knew it and lit a cigarette of her own to mask the amusement on her face.

"Well, I am, so you might as well be too," Kelly retorted logically.

"That's different. It's just sex, and you know it, and he knows it. And he knows I fuck other men too, so that's not the point. The point is, for the past two months, it hasn't been 'other men'. It's been this one guy."

Kelly's eyes widened slightly. "Do you have a boyfriend?" she teased.

"Well, until there's a ring on my finger too, I guess that's what I'd have to call him still," Melissa quipped back as Kelly playfully kicked at her shins.

"We've talked about it," Kelly admitted. Melissa's eyes widened slightly and her expression softened. 

"Oh..."

"But get back to what's going on," Kelly urged her. "What's the deal with this other guy?"

"Well," Melissa began, "He's just a really nice guy that I met a while ago. We've been dating, spending time together... I don't know - I really like him, a lot! But I haven't told him about...us."

Kelly inhaled the smoke from her cigarette, thinking. "That's understandable," she offered. Exhaling, she continued. "I don't tell people either. But then again, I'm not emotionally involved with anyone that I'm sleeping with. It's just sex. They know I'm married and that it isn't going anywhere. Any truth be told, I only do it a couple of times a month anyway. Between you going down on me and my...our husband...I don't usually need too much more sex.

"But it's going to get complicated, you know." Melissa nodded morosely. "He's going to find out sooner or later. And one of two things is going to happen. Either he's going to accept it, or you're going to have to make a choice." 

Melissa's eyes filled with tears. "I know. I know that's what is going to happen. I just don't know what he'll say...and I don't know what Biff will say either. What do you think I should do?"

"What's your boyfriend's name?"

"John."

"Why don't you see if John wants to meet us. Tell him we're friends. Tell him we asked you to have a foursome and that you want to try it. Hell, tell him that you and I will put on a show for him. That ought to get him going! Maybe once the ice is broken, so to speak, he'll be better prepared to accept our unusual arrangement." Kelly put out her cigarette and left a bill on the table. Melissa nodded uncertainly.

**********

I didn't know how I'd managed to get so lucky. There was something in the air. Melissa and Kelly had arrived from work together and both kissed me hello, as usual. Melissa told me I'd better make myself comfortable because I was in for a wild evening. Kelly just smiled mysteriously.

Forty-five minutes later, Melissa emerged from her room a changed woman. Her long blonde hair had been piled seductively on top of her head. She wore the darker red lipstick that Kelly tended to favor and smelled amazing in an elegant perfume. I noticed immediately that she'd done a full face of makeup as if we were going out, including eye shadow and mascara, and she looked amazing. She wore a tight black skirt that stretched around her perfect hips and ass, and had topped it with a spaghetti-strapped blue tank top that barely contained her braless tits. Thankfully our condo is quite warm or she would have frozen in that summery outfit! On her feet were impossibly, ridiculously high heels. 5" perhaps? They were the sort of shoes that wouldn't last ten seconds outside and are made simply for the trek to the bedroom, where they would leave the floor as the feet that wore them locked around a lover's waist.

She bent over deeply to pick up her cigarettes, giving me a fabulous view of her cleavage. "Where's Kelly?" I asked as she lit one, watching me.

"In the bedroom, waiting for us. We'll go in shortly." Melissa was putting on her seductive act, driving me wild. She sat in my lap and let my hard-on press into her legs. I could sense her intensity like a palpable aura in the room as she stared into my eyes, searching.

"How much do you love me?" she asked, running her hands through my hair.

"Deeply," I responded, surprised by the question. "I can't really describe it."

She smiled sweetly and kissed me with her sexy lips. "Forever?"

"Forever," I agreed, letting her smoky tongue play inside my mouth. I could feel her smile on my lips and tried to touch her breast, but she stopped me.

"Then you would do something for me?" she asked breathlessly. "Anything?"

I nodded, not knowing where this was going, only that it was important to her.

"Will you have a foursome with me, Kelly, and another man?" she asked, watching me intently.

I didn't realize then how complex her feelings were, but I could tell that this meant something big for her. I had to admit that it kind of turned me on as well. As many times as I had fucked both Melissa and Kelly after other men had been with them, I had never seen either of them with another man. "Yes," I answered simply. Melissa took a long drag on her cigarette and kissed me hard, knowing that it would drive me wild.

"Let's go see with the other woman in your life is doing," she suggested.

Indeed, the 'other woman in my life' had things well in hand by the time we made it to the bedroom. Or in two hands, perhaps, since one was busy working a dildo in each of her pussy and her asshole. She was hunched up against the headboard gasping, and a light sheen of perspiration lay across her brow.

Melissa got onto her hands and knees before Kelly and took hold of the huge dildo in my wife's pussy. Twisting it in her hand and thrusting gently, she looked back at me with her perfectly made up face. "Fuck me doggy style while I lick her pussy. Grind me between the two of you."

It's hard to resist a statement like that, and I don't know many who would try. I peeled the skirt up over her ass to reveal Melissa's shaven pussy. Unlike Kelly, who keeps hers extremely closely cropped with scissors, Melissa has been shaving her pussy daily for years and I've yet to see her anything but smooth down below. Yet I knew well by now that she was a natural blonde despite the lack of a matching bush. Irregardless, her snatch was already dripping and I used my fingers to spread the dangling string of cunt fluid over her lips until she was ready for me. Then, with a slow push, I buried myself inside my lover as she kissed my wife's pussy.

We fucked for what seemed hours. After then initial passionate thrusts, we settled into a smooth, sustainable rhythm that lasted forever, while before us, Kelly pulled and twisted her nipple rings and came over and over as her friend smeared lipstick, saliva, and vaginal cream all over her crotch. Melissa came too, once, then again, over and over. I held back because I wanted to feel my wife as well, and finally Melissa came up for air, saying she couldn't handle any more. Her face was flushed from the orgasms, and she looked at the clock.

"I have to go out for a while," she said with a look of regret. "I'll be back in a while." She got up and washed her face, then left as I was sliding into the familiar recesses of my wife's pussy. Kelly kissed me languorously, enjoying our lovemaking. Her orgasms had taken the edge off of her need, and I had reached the point where, after a great deal of fucking, it becomes easy to go on indefinitely without staving off your orgasm. I fucked my wife slowly, feeling no need to rush. But I was curious about Melissa's somewhat abrupt departure, and mentioned it to Kelly as she rocked her hips beneath me. Her reply numbed me.

"Melissa has a boyfriend." 



Melissa, Our Roommate Ch. 10



"John, I'd like you to meet Biff and Kelly, my... roommates." Melissa motioned to each of us in turn and we shook hands with the man. It was awkward as it could be, but we were all trying to pretend otherwise. This was the first time we had met Melissa's new boyfriend. Actually, it was weird for me to even think of it like that - I didn't mind her having lovers, but a boyfriend meant emotional involvement and a potential threat to our rather unusual relationship. I had grown quite attached to our living and loving situation over the past several months, and I didn't want to lose Melissa.

My wife, Kelly, broke the tension simply by retrieving a good bottle of Shiraz from our wine rack and asking who wanted a glass. Three hands went up instantly and her laughter coursed through the room, easing some of the pressure.

I tried to imagine how Melissa's conversation with him must have gone. Something like, "John, I have these roommates, a married couple, and the thing is, well - I've been sleeping with them for months. Does that work for you?" No. My guess is that she hadn't told him the truth yet. In fact, Kelly had warned me to be careful of how I acted and spoke so as not to make things uncomfortable. As if I could have done a lot to the relaxed and easy atmosphere we already were enjoying.

Putting myself into John's shoes, I had to admit that it must feel strange to have your girlfriend ask you to join her in a foursome with her roommates. Even if she left off the details about the real extent of our relationship. The more I thought about it, the more convinced I was that Melissa had most likely given him the impression that this was a one-time experiment and that she'd never been with us before. Maybe she would have told him that she and I had been lovers long ago, before I was married, but that there had been nothing between us for years. Who knew? I took a big gulp of my wine and tried to stop speculating. But then again, I hadn't even known about this guy until last night myself, so I was adjusting too.

In fairness, though, the shock must have been a lot worse for him. After all, here's this guy who meets a gorgeous blonde, sexy, fun, intelligent - a real catch in anyone's mind. She has a good job, is great with people, and turns into a wildcat in bed, complete with pierced nipples and clitoral hood. What more could a guy want? But what he doesn't know is that after she leaves his bed, and most other nights besides, she comes home and sleeps with me. 

Kelly patted the couch and invited me to sit next to her. I noticed that she had opened two bottles of the wine, which was wise because we had finished more than half of the first bottle already. She lit a cigarette and leaned back into the cushions, exhaling towards the ceiling. I noticed as Melissa followed suit that John got a displeased expression on his face that he quickly tried to conceal. Hmm... I thought. This could be a bit of a problem. Not that Melissa smokes heavily, nor does Kelly - in fact, they are more "social smokers" than anything else, except when it comes to the bedroom: they know I like watching them and indulge me quite often. But of course, a well-satisfied lover is more motivated to reciprocate.

We made some small talk for about a half an hour, which was enough time to drain the second bottle of wine and loosen up a little. During that time I sized John up fairly carefully. He was a nice enough guy, and good looking. I could see why Melissa would be interested in him. From what she had told Kelly, he also had a very large cock. I caught Kelly glancing at his crotch more than once and knew she was eager to get her hands on it. That didn't bother me; in fact I was rather turned on. Kelly had fucked several men since Melissa moved in, and while I didn't know about it until recently, I was happy that she was enjoying herself and liked having my slutty wife back in bed with me afterwards. And I had never yet seen her in action.

As far as myself, I hadn't been with any other women except for Melissa and my wife, at least since I met Kelly almost 7 years ago. I suppose they would have been okay with it since they were both getting around a bit... I say they, because the relationship had definitely grown to encompass the three of us as a unit, instead of being the married couple and the outsider. But the truth is, I didn't really feel the need to seek out other women. Between these two, I could barely keep up as it was. And they were so amazing about fulfilling, constantly, any fantasy that aroused me, I didn't see any reason to seek out other companionship.

Kelly sipped the last bit of her wine and made eye contact with John. Here it comes, I thought. I'd known that Kelly would end up being the initiator.

"So John... Melissa tells me you have a really big dick. Can I see it?"

She didn't beat around the bush at all, I had to admit. John seemed a little flabbergasted and looked to Melissa for an indication of how to proceed. I knew he would find no protection there; my hot blonde lover wanted this as badly as Kelly. Probably even more, because if it didn't go well, she was going to have to make some hard decisions. She smiled sweetly at him, kissed him, and unzipped his jeans, fishing out a semi-erect cock that showed great promise. Melissa stroked him slowly to hardness while he blushed furiously. 

She hadn't exaggerated. Fully erect, John was more than a handful - probably about 9" long and rather thick. I'm not badly endowed myself, reasonably thick and nearly 8" long. But I could see that the women were going to have fun with him tonight. John was slowly getting into the swing of things, kissing Melissa back and letting him work his tool in her soft hands.

Kelly was already out of her seat and stripping off the skirt she had been wearing. She took a puff from her cigarette and lifted one leg onto the cushion of the loveseat so that her aroused sex was right in front of him. Then she put her hands on the back of his head and pulled his face into her. "Eat it baby," she whispered to him. "Eat my cunt. Looking at your dick has me all wet in there."

John hesitated briefly, probably afraid of Melissa's reaction, but Kelly didn't give him any time to think about it. She simply pressed her moist nether lips into his mouth and ground her clit on his nose until he started licking.

Meanwhile, Melissa had bounded from her seat to assume a similar position in front of me. However, on my end there was no hesitation. I love the exquisite flavor of her smoothly shaven twat, and her unusually abundant juices give me plenty to enjoy. Tonight she was actually dripping wet, with little rivers of clear liquid slipping out of her dark recesses to track down her inner thighs. I kissed her pussy and sucked her clit ring into my mouth, tugging gently with my teeth until the flesh of her clitoral hood was stretched taut. Melissa moaned loudly.

I continued to lick and kiss her eagerly, pressing one finger into her asshole and two into her eager cunt. Her cries and her scent filled the room and before long she experienced her first orgasm of the night. Unlike Kelly who has one big climax and that's it, Melissa is very multi-orgasmic and can go off like a string of firecrackers if you touch her right.

I hazarded a glance towards the loveseat to see what was happening there. Kelly must have grown impatient because she was already riding that thick piece of meat, groaning loudly. John had pulled her top off and was squeezing her large breasts and playing with the gold rings in her nipples. I figured that he liked her tits a lot, since they're noticeably bigger than Melissa's. They seemed to be having a good time, so I pulled Melissa down and sat her on my cock as well. She rode me reverse cowgirl so that she could watch them as well, and the position forced her to keep her legs tightly clenched, which increased the pressure inside her vagina. It was wonderful.

I could hear John talking, partly to himself and partly to Kelly.

"I've never... never done anything like this before... Never fucked a married woman... never... swapped... partners... "

Kelly kissed him, her tongue slithering through his lips to meet his. "It's easy, isn't it? Married women make great lovers," she teased him. "And so do married men, don't they Melissa?" she called over her shoulder.

Melissa had her eyes crunched up in climactic intensity, but she groaned out a complete agreement. "Fuck yes," she whispered, "I always come so hard with yours."

I think Melissa was so far gone that she didn't know what she had said, but I saw John twitch suddenly. Kelly pushed him firmly against the loveseat and kissed him harder, urging him to come inside of her, and he rapidly did so, tensing up and emptying his balls inside my wife. I sensed that it was time to let myself go as well and filled Melissa with my cream as I had done so often before.

In my post-orgasmic haze, I was vaguely aware of Melissa and John cleaning up and heading out the door. Suddenly my wife was standing before me, smoking and rubbing her nipple rings. "I didn't come yet, you know."

I smiled, knowing she had planned this. John's come was dripping from her puffy red pussy. She lay backwards across the coffee table and spread her legs, beckoning me to her. As I ate Kelly out, she started telling me in great detail of how what I had seen John doing inside her had felt. I grew hard enough to fuck her again for a few minutes and add my own load to the sloppy ooze inside of her, then went back down and finished her off orally. We tumbled into the bedroom to sleep.

***********

It didn't surprise me so much when Melissa came to bed late that night and told us that she and John weren't going to see each other anymore. Even without Kelly and I in the picture, I sensed that there were some disconnects there, such as Melissa's smoking. She said that he felt bad and wanted her to reassure Kelly that he had enjoyed fucking her. But he had realized there was a lot to our triangular relationship that Melissa hadn't told him, and when she finally laid it out for him, he didn't react well. 

"He asked me if I was willing to stop, all of it. Even being with Kelly. He said he wasn't willing to share me with anyone else, and implied that if we were going to stay together, I had to move out from your condo."

"And?" I prompted her gently.

"And I said I wasn't willing to do that. Any of it. I love you and don't ever want to give you up. Why keep dating when I've found the perfect guy already?" she laughed.

I felt her hands stroking my dick to hardness. Beside us in bed, Kelly was rubbing Melissa's shoulders and encouraging her.

"So does this mean you're not going to fuck other guys?" I asked her teasingly.

"Hell no!" she retorted. "Your wife gets to fuck other guys, I'm certainly not going to stop! But," she continued more softly, "I'm not going to let them come between us. That's just for fun. Plus, we all know you like having me come to bed after I've let another guy have me." She rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her so that I slid directly into her waiting pussy. Kelly took turns kissing each of us and touching our bodies as we fucked. 

**********

Not long after the foursome incident, I came home one Friday afternoon to find both of my women sitting silently in front of the television. Now, when it comes to conversation, I often struggle to get a word in edgewise with either one of them, much less when they are together, so I was nervous about the lack of chatter for a moment. Then, they smiled at me and showed me their swollen tongues - they had gone out after work and gotten their tongues pierced together. I felt my loins stir, but they both smiled somewhat weakly and I knew they weren't up for any playing today. Oh well... There weren't too many times that I didn't have all the sexual attention I could handle, so I had nothing to complain about. And in a couple of weeks, oral sex would become even more fabulous!

***********

Our story goes on beyond this, of course, and there are many other tales I could tell about our passionate lovemaking: the times we've had a second guy in and double-penetrated one or both of my wives... the incredible pierced-tongue blowjobs I get... the fabulous vacations we've taken (having three great incomes in a family gives you a lot of opportunities!) and our sexual exploits on them... the birthday where the ladies set me up with a sexy black friend of theirs since I had never experienced interracial sex. But I think I'll conclude with something simpler that perhaps best encapsulates the relationship we have now.

Late in the winter of that first year together, after their tongues had healed and even our in-home fun couldn't lift the dreariness of the bitter cold weather, we took a two-week vacation to St. Martin in the Caribbean. On the second day there, we wandered into one of the many jewelry shops in the Dutch capital, Phillipsburg. There, the three of us found and purchased a beautiful diamond ring that now sits on Melissa's left hand. It isn't the same style as the one on Kelly's, but then again, they are different women. I myself got a ring that went on my right hand since I was already wearing my wedding ring on my left.

When we got home, Melissa legally changed her name, and we settled in to our triangular relationship for good. It may not be official from a legal standpoint, but gay couples have made these same types of understandings for years. Very close friends know the truth of our relationship; with others, I have one wife in certain groups, and another in other groups.

But before we even left the island for home, we spent long days relaxing on lounge chairs at the nude Orient Beach, one beautiful topless women on each side of me, and their hands holding mine. And that's how we think of ourselves still: three warm bodies, lying together in public for all the world to see, and happy.