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It was a Long Way Round

By: qualitywheat



Melody was having trouble focusing her eyes, the eyes that captivated anyone who looked into them, her body was in flux, a body that trapped anyone who even glimpsed it fully clothed let alone naked, or even near naked, which not many people had in her past. 

In all her 38 and a bit years she had never been like this, she couldn't remember a time, even at the height of the greatest excitement in her life, that she hadn't had some semblance of control over her future, immediate or otherwise. But she just couldn't collect herself; she couldn't get a grip of her emotions, emotions that were tumbling her headlong to a seduction. She knew somewhere in her mind or elsewhere within her psyche she had to she had to, but she also guessed that now that she wasn't going to. 

The position she was in was new to her, her situation was new, her resolve had always been there to withstand the assaults, attacks, raided, and pillaged. But not this time, her whole body had fought off her initial reaction all by itself. Her mind had been fogged immediately by her attacker, and more than ably aided and abetted by her bodily reactions. 

The beautiful, gorgeously sexy mother of two children, had already succumbed to the most unusual source of sexual ambush, she was to find out very soon of the deviancy and guile of her apparent seducer. This one was from a quarter she had never even suspected of coming from. Melody had routinely blocked, stopped, and fended off all of her many would be suitors for her charms. She had known all her life she could pick and choose, but all of her married life, she had chosen not to. 

At five feet and one inch, she had been blessed by God; she was fantastically formed, from her dainty feet to the top of her gorgeous chestnut haired head. Lips that were tremulous, full, and so invitingly attractive, she had in fact been deliberately kissed many times, quite accidentally of course! But attempts at further contact had been rebuffed out of hand. 

Her hair was a thing of sheer beauty, thick, glossy, still the hair of a nubile eighteen year old. Swaying around her shapely shoulders, she nearly always wore it down except if she was doing house work, just as today she had been when she had been so subliminally attacked. 

Her body was a full matching set of perfection, narrow waisted, full breasted, with swayingly smooth child bearing hips that were accentuated by her natural and graceful and oh so feline movements, whether walking, or just moving around. 

But her face was her most enticing feature, deep hazel eyes, sweeping eye brows that were totally natural, huge long lashes that could bat a man off his feet at ten paces. A perfect button nose, and below that, those lips, that mouth, the mouth that could harden a man's flesh at the thought of what they could do. And behind those were the small white even teeth. 

But for all that Melody just looked upon herself as a normal wife and mother, there were no airs and graces, she was as popular as any woman could be. She had her jealous detractors, some of them her 'friends,' who worried about their own men trying to beaver their way into her favours. 

Melody loved sex, she always had, and before she had married she had experimented fully, lots of boys and men had fallen in love with her, but she knew that until she met 'the one,' there would be more savouring of her wonderful charms. Melody always gave all she had, and her husband had been the great benefactor of it. 

He hadn't always come up to scratch; he was a man after all, trying to keep up with a woman who knew what she wanted. And Melody knew how to get it, even if he had not always been overly enthusiastic at times. By and large Melody was reasonably happy with what she got; but she did of course, and would always want more. She rarely made an issue of it. She had no desire to shame, ridicule or embarrass her husband, by letting him know she hadn't 'got' there lots of times. 

Her extremities were her internal downfall, in the early days her husband, or a previous boyfriend would only have to squeeze or nip her nipples, even just one, and it would be enough to make her want to be ravished. And though that had tailed off somewhat as her marriage had passed so many years. Her reactions still would always be the same, instant response to her body's incessant sexual needs. 

She had made the mistake of turning her back on her would be, was going to be, and already, her seducer. When the time came to look back on what happened, she knew she had never seen a better looking male. Tall, dark unruly wavy hair, chiselled looks, well built without being cumbersome, an accomplished sportsman, and a top grade achiever. She also knew there was more to come; he wasn't even a man yet in reality, though he had an overwhelming dominant aura about him that Melody was finding impossible to resist. 

Every girl around wanted him, to be with him, go with him. Even some of her wanton friends teased him, flirted with him, some in the hope he might bite, in more ways than one! Even her nineteen year old daughter gave him the eye. And her son also let her know on occasions, which he had, hadn't, or tried to seduce. He had told her of a teacher at school but she didn't believe him. 

Now she was in his personal space, or he was in hers, he had pulled her into it surprisingly, his power even, and no defence. 'He' was eighteen year old Garth Edison, he smelled of man, or boy if you like, he had a musk all of his own. It had seemed to develop along with him as he had suddenly changed from a handsome boy, to an extremely irresistible man. It was a part of his persona, he had a quiet determination to succeed in whatever he did, and steely eyed and strong jawed. 

He had simply found Melody on her own, whether she was, or not ready for this, neither he, nor she knew. She had of course seen him checking her out many times over the last year or two, and she had been, as the woman she was, flattered. And even a little excited, not knowing that her day was 'coming.' As he had grown from the tall gangling teenager he had been, to this strong willed and sexy young man. 

As the mature beauty, and settled woman that Melody was, she had always been in control of her life, apart from her sexual aberrations before she became a wife and mother. There should have been no way on earth that this could happen. She should have seen the signs, even though there were none to be seen. She should have guessed he had the hots for her. But she hadn't, she had seen them a hundred times in men and young men throughout her married life and dealt with them all. 

Garth had had her in his sights, his wish list, for over two years, and his desire for her had grown along with him. He had never let it be known he was hankering after her. He had, unknown to her, even his mother and father, friends, close and social, he had hidden the fact that he had conquered several ladies, married and single for a year or more. He was, in his own mind now an accomplished lover, a clear seducer and fucker of women, a predator in the nicest of senses. 

Give them what they want was now his motto, even at his very early age in sexual conquests he had learned of that. Every young man on the planet wanted to make love, fuck, and rut to his heart's content. Then get your own, give them theirs first, you a close second, he would tell himself, as he had seduced one and onto the next. He didn't know where his seductive power came from; he didn't even understand it really. He seemed to have the ability to aim at a woman, and pull her in, and in 50% to 70% or more of cases he was successful. 

Somehow Garth had caught her, metaphorically speaking, with her pants down, along with her guard. If there was one woman who he had never been sure of, it was Melody, the mother of his good friend Kyle. She had always been nice, sweet, and kind to him, he had never been sure if she had flirted with him, he couldn't tell. But she been the top of his wish to do list, ever since he had found the utter delight of learning and then screwing women, and he also knew that every man who knew her wanted to too. 

Melody was and had been in working mode, hair up, marigolds on, thin loose fitting jeans, comfy sandals, and a loose fitting thin denim shirt top that itched her nipples, and she loved the feel of it. She had no bra on, and her panties were nothing more than a scrap of material. Melody never wore anything but the sexiest bits of secret apparel underneath her clothes. Her dress mode, in her mind, was that of a washer woman from the past. But Melody could never look like that. 

Even the best makeup artiste could not make Melody look anything but what she was. The most desirable and sexiest of mature women, she couldn't even scowl, her beautiful face wouldn't allow it. Even a frown was sexy on her face, and on the rare occasion when anger flushed her cheeks red, she became sexier than ever to those who witnessed the rarity. 

Now it was Friday morning, around 10.15, she had paused from her work to make herself a coffee, and there had been a knock on her rear door. On opening it, there stood Garth, in a nana second she appraised him, "Wow," she said to herself, "just look at him, if I wasn't married, or if I was twenty years younger I'd be bent over my kitchen table five seconds from now!" she thought wickedly. 

"Hi Garth, what can I do for you?" she asked, then said, "sorry Garth, do come in." He stepped forward and passed her, touching her softly as he did, Melody shivered at the close proximity, and her pussy buzzed. But she had no idea of what was about to befall her, and never even thought such a thing, sexual contact with him, especially him, or any other man was not on her list of things to do, now or ever. 

He was wearing a bright white T shirt, a gold chain visible around his strong neck, jeans that fitted snugly but not tight, a leather belt, no socks, and loafers. His hair was as it usually was, all over the place, but seemed as if it was where it was supposed to be. She could smell him, and it was a very pleasant smell, it followed him into her kitchen. 

If someone had said to her earlier, 'within five or ten minutes of him arriving you will be laid over your table being screwed from heaven to hell and back,' she would have died laughing, and probably punched the speaker in the mouth! But that was what was about to go down! 

Garth quickly tried to take in her sensory feelings as best as he could, he was sensing something from her. His hard earned predatory instincts kicked in all of their own. He had found that a way to seduce a woman was to try and gauge what she was feeling. What mood she might be in. 

Women were very complicated animals, fickle, moody, and demanded instant and constant attention even if they didn't tell her man she wanted it. He had always watched her without making it obvious, though Melody had seen him do it. Melody looked a little flush, (sexual?) a tiny bit fidgety, (because he was near her?) Was she giving him unintended signals, he was wondering furiously about it. 

He then saw her nipples pressing against her shirt, which was by no means tight around her; he could easily see they were hard, even if she was unaware of them being so. But Garth suddenly was, and he was just as suddenly in top predatory mode. His problem was getting the courage to try his luck, carry it forward to a hopeful conclusion, or get chopped off by his balls and banished from her home forever. 

Melody took a deep inward breath, her body ticked, her clock chimed, she felt a little confused and didn't know why. Her eyes locked on to his, she smiled at him, and her high cheek bones were covered in pink flushing skin. The lips he had dreamed of kissing, and being kissed by were blood red and tremulous. Melody was in an unknown state of high arousal; she could feel it but didn't know it. 

She also made the crucial mistake of not contesting it internally, of squashing it down, and taking her away from the danger she was putting herself unknowingly in. Then the tiny thing that made him take the leap, she dropped her eyes, his return stare of 'what?' had made her give way. It was as if she had told her biggest secret to the world. But Garth got the message, right or wrong and he moved into action unconsciously. 

He took two steps to her, hit his targets dead on by taking both of her rock solid, and super sensitive nipples between two fingers and one thumb of each hand. Her first reaction was to hunch her shoulders in a downward movement. That was followed by her huge hazel eyes, as if she needed to make sure what she was feeling, was actually happening, it was! 

Her hands went to his wrists, but not to his hands to push them away, she didn't have the wherewithal to do it. She actually looked both ways around her, making sure no one was watching? Garth tweaked and rolled them, he was right in her space now, up against her nearly. Her knees nearly almost buckled, her eyes screwed shut, and her hands left his wrists and rested for support on his upper arms. 

He quickly bent his head and kissed her neck, licked her ear, then kissed it some more. The beautiful wife and mother was where she had never been in her life. Already, though she was blissfully unaware of it yet, under the complete control of another man, a man who was young enough to be her son! Then she succeeded in giving him all the chances and opportunity he needed, she managed to twist away from him, she turned her back. 

It was like two wrestlers; the one who turns their back always gets beaten, or has to submit. This brought to bear his full prowess, his best seductive stance, his mouth got her neck, where he kissed and sucked, and his teeth nipping and grazing. He pulled the top denim studs open on her shirt and immediately took her bullet like nipples once more. And now added to that equation, was his cock, it nestled perfectly into the crack of her ass. He moved his hips slightly sideways each way bringing a soft moan from his friend's mother's mouth. 

Melody hadn't known it, but she was in a state of readiness, and Garth, his timing absolutely perfect, though he had nothing to do with it, was going to benefit as no other man ever had, nor probably would again. Her body was flowing. Up for sex, to make love, to be made love to, to rut, and be rutted until it was sated. Again she would look back, and know she had been ready for it in more ways than one. 

But if she had known she would never ever have made anything of it. Garth was there, Garth was taking the chance, and Garth was succeeding more than admirably where dozens had failed miserably. Her hands dropped to the counter in sweet surrender. Her eyes open yet unseeing, the feeling of desire washing over and through her more than she could bear. 

It was more than she had felt for many years. Her nipples were on fire, crackling, breaking up, and scrambling her mind completely. Her body was seemed to be caught in a blaze of instantaneous combustion, his cock sliding across her ass, in and out of the crack of her tight, soft perfect ass was blissful. 

His hot breath on her neck moving from one place to another, severing any protestations she may have had but didn't. His teeth rendering her into the helpless wanton seduction she was in, was debilitating her senses completely. 

Garths hand popped the remaining three studs, and she was open for business, his fingers slid down over her jeans and cupped her pussy. Her pussy had remained untouched by any man other than her husband since before she was married. It exploded; her knees bumped into the cupboard in front of her and stopped her from falling down. Her head dropped, but not far enough to escape Garths kisses and teeth. 

From afar she watched her hands come up and settle on the counter top to hold her in place for him, while he did what he wanted to do. To do what she couldn't stop him from doing, and now wanting him to do whatever he wanted, and no comment from her would make any difference. 

Melody was now his, and if she hadn't been, she was the instant he opened the top of her loose fitting jeans and slid his hand in. The jeans slowly slipped from her hips as he pushed further in, his finger found her super hot wet slit, her knees opened and closed in unison and her jeans slid to her ankles. 

Garth saw them, and putting his foot on one leg, he whispered "Lift your right foot." Melody did so without thinking, Garth slid it away, "Now the left," he told her softly, again she did, and the jeans went sideways from her. His fingers were in her pussy now, the fingers of his left hand played with her crackling nipples, his mouth played havoc with her neck. 

Garth himself was trembling with the excitement he was feeling, he had not expected this, hoped for it yes, but that's all it had ever been, a vain hope. Now he was where he had only imagined in his fertile mind, now he knew he had this wonderful, beautiful sexy creature in his hands, and he wasn't about to let her, or the chance to fuck her go by. 

He found and aggravated her clit, Melody was moaning, softly, growling quietly, shuddering uncontrollably, and falling happily and deeper and deeper into the abyss of sexual bliss. Her pussy was burning her up, her whole body was tuning in like the knobs on a radio to the music being played in her. 

Garth had learned quickly not to shoot his load too quickly because that wasn't what a woman wanted. They wanted and needed longevity, but even he was doubtful he would last very long. But what he knew also was that if he did shoot his load too fast, then his prick would stay at the altar of her love channel and supine itself to her needs. 

Without pausing for breath, Garth tugged and split her tiny flimsy thong away, undid his trousers, and spun her around still locked to him, and bent her over the table. His thick young cock was ready to do the deed he had dreamed it was, and had been made for. 

Melody gasped loudly at his sudden movement, her eyes rolled in her head, her thoughts, jumbled and spinning, all she knew was what her body did. Every nerve she had was jangling from expectation; she had no time for resentment, for resistance. She knew that she was going to be made love to, going to be fucked, and rutted as she hadn't been for a long long time. 

She felt the cold of the table heighten, if that was possible, the raw nerve endings in her nipples as they touched it. She heard a definite groan come growl, and briefly wondered where and who it had come from. Then it came, that sudden, all consuming, delicious feeling of a strong hot cock probing at her door. 

That was when she really did collapse to him, to a superior being that was taking her, dominating her, as she was meant to be taken and dominated, by this strong powerful Alpha male. Garth pressed forward, not knowing he had won, not knowing of the battle that had taken place. His sole aim was to get his cock into her and fuck her brains out, whether it would be just this one time, or more times to come. 

All that was important right now to the young man was fucking his friend's mother, for as long and as hard as he could. His cock slid in all the way in one pulsating throbbing thrust, and he was out and back in again just as quickly, he was thumping her at full speed within two strokes. 

His hands were now on her waist, his feet spread and leaning forward in the classic pose of a man decimating his woman from behind, while both were still on their feet. Hips jack hammering back and forth, his balls slapping her ass fabulously. Melody came, it was a crushing mind numbing blow, and it shattered her completely. It had been years and years since she had cum this hard and it hurt her fantastically, the pain was awesomely gorgeous. 

She swooned on the table; her light went out momentarily, only to come on again. This time in full brilliance to what was going on, to what had overtaken her so fabulously. Now she entered into the fray, she gripped the opposite edge of the table to give herself some leverage, and pushed back to his forward thrust. 


It was a Long Way Round



Garth was in a daze himself, not fully yet appreciating the fact that the awesome beauty he had wanted since puberty was his, and he was fucking her. Then his own not unexpected explosion, as the thrill of making love to his friend's mother overcame him, he banged his hips at her with a stunning thud that made Melody yelp. 

But she knew what was happening, she knew he was cumming; she tried to tell him not to cum in her. But her words and breath stuck in her throat and no words came out. Garth would not have been able to pull out anyway. His grip tightened on her waist, he was jammed into her now like a dog with two cocks. And he blew with all the force of geyser erupting through a volcanic vent. 

His hot thick potent cum scalded Melody, forcing her into another orgasmic detonation of her own. His cum flooded into her pussy, up through the channels it was made to go and said 'hello' to her womb as all of his tadpoles swam in to meet their destiny. 

Melody fell, or rather collapsed fully on to the table now, utterly spent, and completely overwhelmingly fucked like she couldn't remember it ever happening like this before. She felt her pussy contracting and relaxing as it sucked up all the lovely sperm he had dumped in her, and Melody didn't care one bit. 

The thought of being made pregnant didn't bother her yet, how could she, when she had been used as she was meant by God to be used, like no one ever in her life had used her. "This," she told herself, "was what God in heaven has made me for." All the times men had tried, and she had brushed them off, like a fly on her arm, some with a shake of her beautiful head, some with a firm "No!" And some with a firm and withering comment, "Don't be silly, it will never happen, go away and boil your head!" 

But it had happened now! She had been completely and utterly sideswiped, her emotions side stepped, and she had been totally blindsided and seduced by her son's friend. It was at that moment, when her senses, which were in a position to begin to recover the imbalances in her mind that she felt it. 

She felt that marvellous, terrific, unmistakable feel of luscious hard cock sweeping in and out of her super slick pussy; it was like the onrushing and receding tide on rocks. His cock was still hard, it hadn't gone down. The head was pushing the walls of her pussy sideways as it travelled in and out; Melody loved the gloriousness of it. 

Now Garth was doing what comes naturally to a young guy like him, in the position he was in. Go again! Don't stop, give her more, make her have it, don't let up, make her know the cock in her is his. His fine young cock grew to the challenge masterfully, what slackness had appeared went in an instant to be replaced once more with blood filled flesh, turning him into a muscled missile. That it was solely for her, that he has the say so of when, where and how, not her. 

Her hot left cheek resting on the table as she rocked back and forth under him, her hands, fingers turned white from gripping the far edge of her table. Melody capitulated easily. Surrendering fully to her forced circumstance, but it was his cock that was centred on her being, caressing her pussy and clit, controlling her mind and body. She had almost forgotten what this was like. His tight young balls were slapping away at her. His grip tight on her waist, so wonderfully manly and meaningful, taking her just like a woman such as her loved being taken, no chance of escape, not that she even wanted one. 

Melody came again, not only for her but more for him, another cataclysmic climax blasted through her, she moaned and wailed, he was making her cum one after another. Her whole being was fixed on the fucking she was wonderfully enduring, the knife like incisions his cock was making. 

She came, came, and came again and again, Garth was also building up another head of steam, his balls and body had manufactured another load of hot cum, he drove himself forward in several back braking thumps, and finally locked in to his friends mother's tight hot pussy and blew, the geyser erupted once more. Melody cried out in pain, in wonderment, and total gratification of having being fucked in such hot, hard magnificence, and unexpected circumstances. 

Garth pumped his hips in and out filling her once again, his cum slid down his and her legs, there was so much Melody's body couldn't suck it up. When he had finished he almost fell to the floor before staggering back, almost tearing Melody's pussy inside out. The tingling sensation in his cock end was just unbearable as he fell out. His ass hit the counter top, and he drew in lungfuls of ragged breath. 

Melody couldn't move, she lay there beaten, totally and utterly defeated, sexually topped for the real first time in her life. Somewhere in her body, and her mind told her that and she believed it to be true. And, it had been by this superior young man. She lay there, the marbles rolling around that were her eyes slowed, and she began to see her surroundings again. 

Her breathing slowed, her mind began to clear of the fog of fabulous contentment that Garth had visited upon her. She heard him move, but she didn't, his hands rested on her hips. "Door!" she garbled, "lock it Garth, now!" He stumbled around her and the table and did as she had told him, he didn't know why, he just did it. As he turned back to her Melody was just about up on her elbows, her weakness still apparent. 

"Are you alright?" he enquired in a fearful voice, already scared of the consequences of what he had done, even though his body had gone into fuck mode before he had. 

"Help me up Garth," she told him, he quickly moved to her, when he got her upright, she turned and looked into his eyes in a way no one had ever looked. She put her hands shakily on his shoulders; his naturally went to her waist to hold her. He felt her start to fall or collapse. 

He stooped and held her, and then picked her up in his arms, even though she was a featherweight to him, his own legs were still a little weak form his recent powerful exertions. "Take me upstairs now, immediately!" she ordered him. He was fearful of disobeying her; he was back in his life of complete admiration and desire for this fabulous mother of his friend. 

As she left the kitchen where her demise and submission had taken place so grandly, her eye caught the clock. It had been twelve to fifteen minutes or thereabouts from Garth walking in her home, to being carried up her stairs to her bed by him. That was how long it had taken for her seduction, and how long he had thoroughly fucked and cum in her twice. 

Leaving his jeans on the floor along with hers, and her shirt, he staggered manly off and carried her up, he never took his eyes of her, and Melody kept her eyes locked tight on him, holding him in place. Her arms somehow were around his neck, he gently humped her up, which almost but not quite, brought those luscious lips close to his, he nearly died with the need to kiss her. 

She nodded her head, pointing to her bedroom door; he carried her in and came to a stop at the edge of her bed, the bed she shared with her husband. He stood there like a statue, not knowing what to do, he knew what he wanted to do, drop her and climb on her again, but his bravery had totally evaporated. 

"Put me down Garth," she told him, he looked at her and smiled a wan 'yes,' but Melody kept her hands fastened around his neck pulling him with her. So to keep from falling flat with her in his arms, he had to lift one knee and then the other. Even then the slight weight was too much and he fell with her. 

Melody then took him in her arms, his mouth about half an inch from hers. She peered at him for what to him was a lifetime, he daren't make any move of any sort, he was petrified now. "You!" she said pointedly, but seductive breathily, "are a very very bad boy, aren't you?" All Garth could do was lamely nod his head. She gave him a small smile and followed the comment up with. "Well," she whispered, "you had better be a bad bad boy all over again, or you are going to be in big trouble, okay?" 

And before he could even formulate any kind of answer, she pulled him down to her for their first kiss. She was under him, he was on top still in the dominant position, but it was where she wanted to be. Her lips were soft and cool, firm and demanding, giving and taking. Her sweet breath from her flaring nostril washed over him and he breathed that in. Her taste was like no other he had ever tasted, he died in happiness in her arms. 

The sweetest kiss he had ever had lasted forever, and it allowed him time to gather his own senses. She was happy, she liked this, she liked what had happened, she liked what he had done to her, she liked him, and she wanted him! He was wrong, she hadn't liked it, Melody had loved it like she had never loved fucking before, no one had ever treated her this way, screwed and fucked her this way, and Melody wanted more, and from him! 

They kissed, nipped and sucked, Garth got her nipples again, Melody cried in arousal, 'how can he, how does he do this to me?' she asked herself, as her nipples and pussy came back to life. Her hand found him, she stroked him, felt his balls, all the while their lips engrossed in the others. 

Suddenly Melody jumped up and shot into the bathroom, but she was back before he had time to even wonder what was going on. She had dropped on to her bidet, shot hot water up into her pussy, cleaned up briefly, dried herself and was climbing under him again. 

"Now," she said, "you have to know Garth that this is a onetime thing only, and I mean, one time, there will be no more after today, got it?" then she giggled and said, "Now, where were you, you very bad boy?" 

Garth's hot virile member stood out from the crowd again, 'My,' she thought happily, 'where is he from, which planet?" Melody was about to find out proper. As soon as he felt he was ready he pounced, she was suddenly prostrate under him, she knew where he formidable cock was pointing and heading for, she wasn't mistaken. Garth thudded home in a pile driving thud; if he had missed her opening serious damage could have ensued. But happily for them both, loins connected in a wet slap and he was off! 

He pounded Melody in a rhythmic volatile way, his tight ass rising and falling in a timing a stage dancer would have been proud of. It made Melody raise her knees, she wasn't aware she was doing it, but was aware of her feet appearing in her eye line as she upturned herself in a blissful cock surrender. 

Garth was on a blind mission now, cumming again so soon after the last two wasn't going to be a game changer. But he would make this beautiful woman know she had been given a monumental seeing to. His dream of the last nearly two years had come true, how, he would never ever know. All he knew was that he had somehow seduced and fucked her, now he was screwing her again for the third time in about thirty minutes. 

But he was now also determined to make love to her, this was not going to be about smashing her with his cock, it was about him too. And despite what she had just said, he was determined it wasn't going to be the last time either. His locked eyes with her, they seemed to penetrate each other, burning holes in their head. 

Melody was thrusting back as much as she could given the fact that her feet were now over his shoulders. She was bent in half and he was battering her beautifully, her body felt as if she was in a permanent state of climactic revolution. Garth let her legs down and they slid gratefully down his back to come to rest on his hips. 

Now Melody could give and take too, she pumped her ass up at him, he thrust down, and in moments both were lost in their own world, while sharing it with the other. Lips met, her nails locked and tore at him, and Garth groaned in luscious pain, blood ran down his rib cage. Her feet beat like a drum on his tight and very taut ass as he banged at her. The pace they were setting was nothing if not frantic and controlled. 

Soon the crescendo was peaking again for them both, Garth had nothing in his tank now, she had drained him. Melody too was in the same position, and was in sublime agonistic pain. She felt the glorious final mouth watering orgasm build, to blow in unison with her masterful young lover who was beginning to labour over his love. 

The orgasm was in itself low key, neither had the strength needed to scream and shout, huff and puff. Garth jettisoned whatever was in his balls, and Melody sucked it from him with her weak withering pussy muscles. But it still decapitated their minds as it seared over and through the pair of them. 

Now was the time to fall away, breathe as hard s their lungs could draw in the life giving oxygen that their depleted lungs demanded. Garth rolled off, his cock twisting under the pressure, bringing a painful squeeze on his cock end. Melody guessed what had happened and stroked his face in sympathy, then she kissed him. 

They both lay depleted completely, and both had different scenes running through their minds. He was thinking of how fantastic this had been. That he was the luckiest boy on the planet, to have ended up fucking like mad, this beautiful sexy woman that half of male kind, if not all of male kind would have given their right arms for to do, what he had just done. 

His cock felt marvellously used, abused, deliciously sore and painful, it still buzzed on the end, his ball sac completely empty, he felt had shot a gallon of his hot potent spunk into her, and she had loved and got all of it. His friends beautiful mother had given herself to him just like that, so easily. He congratulated himself on his sexual powers, not knowing he had been in that classic situation, 'right place, right time!' 

Melody lay next to him, looking too, up at the ceiling thinking, "that has been the best sex I can ever remember. His ways were magnificent and I wish I could go back twenty or so years and find him again." Her body was painfully and wonderfully wrecked, her pussy, still hot and much bothered was a sore as it had ever been. She had never ever felt so sated or satisfied or contented. After all these years she had been made to achieve what she hadn't known she had missed. 

She turned her head to look at the clock, it was 11.15, he had only been here an hour and he had fucked, screwed and loved her over the horizon, sailed her around the world of sexual gratification, and brought her back to her harbour, no one, absolutely no one in her life had done that to her. 

She rolled to him, put her arm around his waist and whispered, "Garth that should not have happened, but I am so so glad that it did, you are magnificent my boy, my very bad bad boy, absolutely magnificent." She hugged him to her. 

He grinned sheepishly, and slyly said, "Yes I was wasn't I? He giggled, and turned to her, "Yes I am." "You arrogant young prick!" she laughed, "big headed too, and I now know from personal experience that you are going to keep some girl very happy in the future." 

Garth looked at her and said, "I want to keep on making you happy Melody." "Garth honey, listen to me," she told him, "this is today, there will be no tomorrow, I will never forget this, it will stay with me forever. But it is a mistake, and I'm sorry, but it won't happen again. In fact baby, it's time you went, someone will be here soon." She gave him a gentle shove, then rolled off the bed herself. 

Garth looked at her sadly; there would be nothing he could do if she dug her heels in. He had fucked her, he had made her cum lots of times, she had kissed him lots and passionately, his lips still burned from them. He had done what every friend and acquaintance of his had wanted to do, take her to bed and screw the arse of her. He watched as she disappeared into her bathroom. 

"Go down and bring our clothes up Garth," she said, "we need to dress and you honey, have to go, I'm sorry, but that's how it has to be." Her voice was soft and gentle. He did as she said; he had no argument in him. He came back and slowly got dressed, Melody came out of the bathroom in a robe looking like she had just been to the beauty parlour. 

Then she said with a lovely smirk, "do you know I don't think I will ever walk straight again!" He laughed, she did, then she took him in her arms, his encircled her, and they shared a fabulous passionate loving kiss. 

"This is between us Garth?" she enquired with a gorgeous raise of one eyebrow. 

"Yes Melody, between us," he answered, she walked with him downstairs, they both glanced at the table, then at each other, there was a puddle where they had been stood over it. "I'll never forget this Melody," he almost whimpered, he didn't want to go now. Melody kissed him hard again. 

"Go darling, see you when I see you," she squeezed his cock one last time, and ushered him out of the door. She stood there for a long time wanting to call him back, but knew she couldn't. She cleaned up; air freshened the house, went back upstairs, re made the bed with fresh linen, and took a hot bath. 

Melody lay there in the hot scented waters thinking about him, what they had done together, what he had done, how he had been, how he had made her scream in arousal, and cum like he had. And she wondered if she would ever be able to resist him, if he got her alone once more. 

Melody lay soaking, and suddenly the picture of Vic's boss came into her mind. Vic was her husband and his boss, who was about ten years younger than he. He was extremely good looking, and she had heard, very virile. Though she had thought that was just gossip, and he had let it be known that he 'liked' her. He had indeed phoned a couple of times on the pretext of just asking how she was. He hadn't made an indecent proposal, but she knew he would, and probably the next time he did phone her. Inexplicably her body tingled at the picture of him in her beautiful head. 

She didn't know it, and neither did Garth, but he had lit a fire under Melody, one that she would not be able to douse. And Garth would find that out on the next Monday morning when he called around again and did in fact 'get her' again! 

Melody had had all weekend to think about what she had done, yet she could never berate herself for her adultery, her shameless unfaithfulness. It was still most powerful in her mind, and her body remembered it lovingly. 

She had it in her mind that he might return soon, and had made sure her doors would be locked in case he did come around. She was watching the morning TV when she saw him walk past her window, when he disappeared from view she jumped up and ran into the kitchen, the scene of her devastatingly fabulous seduction. 

She scolded herself for rushing the way she was, she was stood in the entry doorway when Garth knocked. Without even thinking of what she was doing, she stepped forward and asked through the glass, "What do you want Garth?" She knew she had no need to even reveal that she was there, but now she had. 

"Just to talk Melody," he said, "that's all, please open the door." Melody's mind must have been boiled that morning, she had told him unequivocally 'not again!' And then she was sliding the bolt back. Garth walked in, looked at her, grabbed her by her upper arms, pulled her to him, pressed his already raging cock right into her, and kissed her. Melody responded immediately on full auto pilot with her tightest of hugs, and the best possible kiss she knew how to give. 

Her body, which she hadn't known or realised, was on fire, ablaze with the hidden passion she had denied herself. Then came her utter surrender to him, again! 

"I've missed you so much Garth, you terribly beautiful bad boy. I can't say no to you, I know that now!" She slammed the door, locked it, grabbed his arm and tugged him down the hall. "Hurry Garth, I can't wait, be quick baby," She had had no idea she was feeling like this; her emotions had simply ambushed her once more. She had been absolutely fine until she had seen him walk by, and then her sexually deprived dam had burst. 




It was a Long Way Round



She almost ran upstairs, and half tore her blouse off, he caught her and they fell on to the bed in a rage of fire and mutual sexual need. Both of them in a desperate race to fuck, be fucked, and cum, together or separately, but to cum was the object of unadulterated desire. In seconds her young buck was in her, her even now sore pussy regaled in the feeling of the young hard cock within her most secret of places. And the desired orgasm hit her with such a tremendous shuddering bang she couldn't breathe. 

Garth pounded at her, with unknown ferocity, his cock was so hard that when he came, it felt as if he had been axed down the middle of his shaft. His cock split in two, he ejected a humongous amount of hot spewing sperm into his friends beautiful mother once again. But to his credit he never stopped or gave up, in his mind he had to keep screwing her, to let her know that this was what she needed and wanted from him. 

His cock had the staying power, he rammed her full and empty so often Melody was like a rag doll fluttering about in a strong breeze on the end of his mighty Cumberland sausage special. He kissed her, and then both fought for breath in the kiss, grunting and growling together. 

Garth fell back as he had on the previous Friday; he was spent, but knew there was more to come, a lot more, his tank had plenty of gas left. What he didn't legislate for was Melody's reaction the crashing sex she had just had, a climax like never before, better than those she had had with him. 

But her mind wasn't on him, her feeling of making a serious error returned. It had to stop, this was so so dangerous, not only to her, but her family, having sex with her son's friend was about the worst thing she could imagine, no matter how wonderful it was, and it been. The shame would be catastrophic, the whole neighbourhood, her friends, their friends, the relations. 

"Garth," she said, he turned to her with that loving enigmatic smile of his, and her heart lurched. "This has to be the end, I am sorry, but you must go, and go now!" Her words had a finality that resonated with him, he knew, he felt it. This was it. 

"Please Melody, don't say that, we, us, this is so good, even you have to admit it," he told her. 

"Yes Garth it is," she answered, "and it is also far too dangerous for you and for me. All our families' lives, including yours, will be ruined if this gets out. It stops Garth, and it stops here, I am so sorry, but now go, please?" She climbed off the bed, picked up his things and made him dress. 

Then she ushered him down, and without a further word, she gave him a brief kiss on the cheek she walked him out of her door and away. Garth knew it was over, and he was sad, but he was also cockahoop at having fucked her several times and no one would ever be able to take that away, even though he would never tell anyone, well, not for many years anyway. 

Melody sat quietly at her kitchen table, pondering over this wonderful but so bad event, she would remember him with fondness, and kindness for the rest of her life. But unknown to her he had changed her forever. He had shown her that there was more to her than she knew, or realised. She had a fondness for being dominated sexually, but yet didn't know or realise it, that it was, or had been dormant within her. 

Over the next two or three weeks she averted Garth, he had called round but she always had the door locked when on her own. She felt sorry for him, she felt sorry for herself, but it had to be this way, there was no other. She also had a feeling of irritability within herself, like a scratch you can't itch. 

It bothered her, she even went to the doctor and he found nothing wrong, he assured her she was 100% healthy, and as she left he looked at her, and though he was near to retirement and happily married, he thought fleetingly, wistfully, if for only a moment, 'I wish.' 

Melody was a slow burning ember waiting to be ignited, by whom, or how, she didn't ask of herself, why? Because she wasn't aware of it. 

She and her husband had made love over that three weeks about five times, Melody had got 'off' on all occasions leaving her happy and satisfied, for a few hours, or a couple of days. But the irritability returned and it annoyed her, she was tetchy or stroppy with anyone, it was within in her. She had taken herself to bed and had a good sex session with an imaginary hunk, this brought relief, of sorts. 

She considered calling Garth but resisted, she found herself looking and checking out guys whilst out shopping, or where ever she might find herself. Often her succulent pussy would moisten, even flood sometimes when she got herself excited, her nipples would pop and crackle. 

Then one Thursday morning around 11, her husband rang to tell her Terry, his boss, might call round because he was in the vicinity on business. Vic said, "Be nice to him Mel, it could be beneficial to us one day." 

Melody of course promised she would be, and raced around the house tidying up as she went, Vic had said he might be there about 1 o clock or so. She had already showered and washed her hair which was now up in carefully manufactured waves and curls. All she had to do was a little make up, and dress accordingly. 

She happened to glance at some earnings she had recently bought, they were dangly tear drop diamonds on silver chains, not real, but they looked the part, she put them on and then picked up the matching necklace. She tried it on and liked it; it nestled sweetly into the crevice of her delightful cleavage. 

The dress she selected was a simple summer one, pleated to the waist, and buttoned at the top, a small cowgirl collar, and short sleeved, it was white and lovely. She admired herself in the mirror and told herself. "That'll do Mel," she told herself in the mirror, "comfy but reasonably elegant enough to impress Vic's boss." 

It was gone 1.20 when the doorbell rang, Mel was irritable and itchy; she wasn't annoyed, or even perturbed by his apparent lateness. She was aroused without feeling it, her lips were filled with hot blood, and her gorgeous eyes sparkled and tinkled in the light. She felt her flesh gently squeeze the diamond nestling between her fascinating breasts. 

This diamond pendant was to be her starting point for an affair with her husband's young boss. She was blissfully ignorant of her upcoming abandonment of her marriage vows proper. Her fling with Garth had been an aberration, one she hadn't intended, and one she knew now for certain would never progress any further than it had. 

"Hi Mr Calder," Melody greeted him warmly. She took his breath away, and his cock jumped, just as it had on the four previous meetings they had had. He marvelled at her innocent beauty and feline grace. 

"Please Melody, may I call you Melody?" he asked her. "Call me Terry; Mr Calder is too pompous for a social occasion between friends, yes?" 

"Thank you Terry and yes please, do call me Melody," she trilled. 

"No wonder you were christened Melody, your voice is a song!" He laughed. This pleased her immensely, she loved compliments. She took in his appearance and demeanour in, in a heartbeat. 'Mmmmm, he is very good looking isn't her?' she told herself. "Please come in Terry, I was just making fresh coffee would you like some?" 

"Yes I would please," he responded and followed her into the kitchen, the pot was percolating nicely. "Please let me show you into the sitting room," she told him. He followed her again, groaning at the sight of this luscious sexy older woman in front of him. She sat him in an arm chair, caught a whiff of his man smell, and her nipples frazzled, now she knew what her irritability was about. It was sexual deprivation, need, want, desire, frustration, and the inner desire for a sexual beast of a man. 

One that Garth had errantly shown her to be to herself, but not able to recognise it. Not until now, now she knew, and her first thought about it was, 'What on earth will I do if he makes a pass at me, flirts, or even tries something?' At that her body called her to the bar, the internal shudder, hidden from him told her what would happen. 

Melody was confused now to say the least, she knew her body well enough, or she had thought she had. But being in the close proximity of a virile man was, and had turned her on. She suddenly saw a picture in her mind of her being held down by this man, and him making love to her, unasked, unsaid, and unerringly. 

"I'll get the coffee," she murmured, and managed to make her way out of the room without bumping into anything. She quickly returned with a tray and two cups of coffee on them. This was where things took off, and where her destiny was sealed. 

Terry Calder was a long divorced man, no children; his wife had run off with another man. Things were alright now, but he had vowed to be careful in the future. He was the MD of a company owned by a friend of his fathers, he was a global financier. And Terry being a chip off the old block had been brought in to save this ailing company, and had done so. 

Melody's husband had played a good part in the rescue and was being amply rewarded, with the promise in the future of possible head man, but that was a long way off. Now his wife was in dire danger from him, though he was going to tread carefully, he wanted her of that there was no doubt, and was indeed going to 'try' it on! 

In the kitchen Melody had questioned herself, asking in her mind, 'what is wrong with you? But the answer was dawning now, she wanted to be loved, and if possible, screwed, and heavily. The sexual conflict that Garth had pioneered was now out in the open, well, it was afar as Melody was concerned. But she had no idea of what lay ahead for her in a few minutes. 

She smiled at him, but knew her smile wasn't the smile you gave to a friend, no, this was a smile that said. "I like you Terry, I like you a lot." This wasn't lost on him, and it gave him encouragement. She put the tray down, and handed him his coffee, as she leaned over, her necklace swung free and her cleavage tried to say hello to him. 

He didn't quite get a hold of the saucer the coffee was on, and it spilled all over the armchair he was in. He jumped up in alarm, Melody squealed, and started to pat him down, touching him nearly brought her to the boil. She rushed off for a cloth, and he dried the little coffee that had splashed him, but the chair was soaked. 

Melody couldn't apologise enough, almost breaking into tears. "Here," he said, "sit down, come on, it's alright, no damage at all apart maybe for your chair." She sat in the middle of her sofa, and TC, as he was known, sat next to her and consoled her by by outing a subtle arm around her and saying, "no one will ever know about this Melody, it's our secret okay?" 

She smiled her gratitude as TC put his arm gently around her shoulders; he couldn't stop the deep intake of breath as he felt her, and then smelled her close up. "My Melody," he said softly, "that is a beautiful pendant you're wearing, may I?" He asked, hoping taking her mind off the spilt coffee. 

Without waiting for her to respond, his fingers touched it, and they also touched her firm soft tender, and now extremely sensitive breasts, Melody gave an audible, but very soft 'Oh.' He nestled it in his fingers, Melody looked down and saw the back of his hand come to rest, the middle knuckles of his fingers sitting in the crack of her cleavage and Melody gave in. 

His hot flesh seared Melody's brain, as well as the skin attached to his fingers. He didn't know it of course; he was in the first throes of his hopeful seduction of the wondrous wife of his employee. He raised it up and offered it next to her eyes. 

"I don't know which is the most beautiful, this, or that brilliant lovely sparkle in your eyes," he said softly but gruffly. His own arousal was getting the better of him. "Yes I do!" he told her confidently, "your eyes are so wondrous they would dim any diamond anywhere!" 

Melody was enamoured, totally under his spell, he of course was still ignorant of this, but that's when he leaned over and down, then kissed her. Melody jumped back in surprise, he followed and reconnected. 

"Terry, Mr Cald... oh Mmmmmm, Ooooh, oh ahhhhhh," was all she could say, because his kiss got more urgent, covering her feeble protest, Melody replied by giving it back. They sank into the sofa, and arms and hands sought and found refuge around the other. 

"Melody," he whispered between hot lips. "Shhhhhh," she countered, "later." The kiss and kisses grew in intensity. She felt his raw, male sexual predatory power emanating from him into her; it excited her enormously, more than she had known before. And Melody wanted nothing more than for him to show her that power, show her who was boss! He did. 

He swung her around quickly and she was lying on her back with her husband's boss half over her. Melody suddenly felt she had to let him know if she could, how she wanted this to be. And the only thing she could think of was to say in her best, small, little girl voice, one that showed her innocence and child like desire. 

She threw her arms over her head in a definite gesture of surrender, and said. "What are you going to do to me?" Her voice was tiny, and submissive. This galvanised him into supreme action, He took her nipples, kissed her ferociously, propped his knee between her parted legs and rubbed her pussy. 

"Any thing I want to do Melody, anything I want, okay?" he asked her in a dominant, but to him, unsure voice. "Yes Terry, I can't stop you, I know that, I give in, please be nice to me?" her tiny voice kicked him forward. 

"I want to take you upstairs Melody, in your bed, where I can give you what you want and you can satisfy me as well, now!" He ordered, he was terrified in case she jumped up and fucked him off. 

"Yes okay, if you tell me to," she simpered, Melody was absolutely loving this, she was also appalled by her bodily and mindful reactions. But not knowing why, being commanded by someone as powerful as her husband's boss, and her, having no recourse but to do what she was being told. 

Her body exploded in a fire ball of sexual emotion, it shocked her far beyond anything she had ever experienced, and Melody couldn't understand it. She was compelled by what lay within her to obey. Even at that very moment, she asked herself what was going on, why was she being like this, what was happening to her? 

Her sexual reasoning didn't go as far as explanations. She pushed her way past him from underneath and led the way, holding out her hand for him to grasp and follow. TC went more than willingly, the mature beauty he had wanted from afar was taking him to her bed, he had ordered it yes, but it was he who was trailing in her wake. 

He was more than a man of the world, he had been with women who played this submissive game, and he had even paid for it in the past when necessity ruled. But somehow he felt that Melody wasn't playing. His thoughts were out running him, how could this be happening, this wasn't the Melody he had met before at functions. 

But did he care right now? No he fucking didn't, he was almost being dragged upstairs by a beautiful and wanton sexy woman, one he had sexually desired from the instant he set eyes on. And now in her own home, to her own bed. He was the most willing of pursuers, as they got they he stopped her, pulled her to him and she fell into his arms. 

"Oh Terry, I need you, I need you," she cried, her submission to him was overtaking her, her need for his cock was paramount, sexual relief was her only sanctuary. He half tore her dress off, 'she wanted dominance, she will get dominance,' he told himself. In seconds they were scrambling to get each other's clothes off, Melody made for his prick. As her tiny hand closed around it she cooed. 

Her eyes lifted to him in appreciation, its hardness a testament to her own machinations of desire she built in him. Her pussy pooled, her nipples blew up, her body crackled with static electricity charging her.TC got her on her bed, the bed she shared with her husband, but not knowing that three weeks ago, an eighteen year old boy had paved the way for him to be here. 

He rose above her in all his manly glory, his magnificence made Melody swoon almost, and then he drove his gorgeous prick all the way in, in one devastating swoop. Melody felt her body separate as he cut her in half; her pussy gave way, and then closed over him as he fully penetrated the honey filled pot of gold that was her pussy. 

Melody cried out in an immediate orgasm, TC pounded her, he was rough and hard, he made he have it, and he gave it. He showed no mercy as he went on a full frontal assault of this amazingly beautiful and super sexy woman, a woman who had handed herself over to him completely. This was an intense time for Melody, it was what she wanted and craved, his power, his strength, the fact that he was her husband's boss made it better. The power he now had not only over him, but her too also. 

But she was still Melody and when Terry had finished her off she would revert back to that woman, (she hoped) or as much of her as she could revert back to. TC's cock was a blur of stunning blows, his tight heavy balls slapping against her was more than she could take, she climaxed after climax, and then Terry stiffened, his face beet red and he blew his load into her. Melody felt the force of it, the heat and surge, as he blasted cum after cum into her womb. 

Her husband had had vasectomy years ago and Melody wasn't on the pill, she knew she might already be pregnant with Garths' baby, but if she wasn't, then Terry would make sure of that little concern. And the surprise she felt at not caring if she was pregnant was of no concern to her at all. "Vic will have to grin and bear it," she told herself enigmatically. 

She was clamped tight to her new lover, he had her, he controlled her, she was his. She looked up at him in wonder, "how can a man be like this?" she thought as another climax bombed her mind and soul. His last crusading crush into her brought her to her final decimation, she couldn't bear another orgasm, it would have killed, she thought. 

Terry stayed on top of her, letting his weight settle down, letting her know that until he moved she was going nowhere. She accepted this, it seemed natural to her somehow that, if he said, she would do, if he did, so would she. Terry kissed her with such a passion and fierce loving she couldn't breathe from it. 

He attacked her neck and breasts, sucking on them, leaving little marks, All Melody could do was moan and move under him in the aroused passionate state he had her in. "This is being dominated," she thought, "this is what I want, I need this forever." Then another thought was forced through her mind by the man on top of her, "Vic is going to have to turn a page in his life now, or it might have to change!" 

This made her smile, why, because of the two, she was the dominant partner between them. She had always had the upper hand, they had shared their lives, but when push had come to shove, it had always been her that had shoved. Now not only was Melody going to have to used to this new her, he would have to too. And that she thought, may take a lot of getting used to, especially for him. 

Terry got off her and slid to her side, she moved into him, "my new man?" she thought inexplicably. She nestled into his arms and settled there, her beautiful head resting on his muscled shoulder, it felt natural to her. Her leg over his, her hand drifted to his cock, "Mmmmm," she thought, "this is just too beautiful." 

He was wet with her nectar, her cum and his; she cradled his balls, kissed his chest. "I can't believe we are here like this Terry, what have you done to me, with me?" "I think I seem to have given you that which you never knew you needed Melody," he told her, "do you believe I have?" "Yes Terry, I really do believe that you just may have." She admitted. 




It was a Long Way Round



He reached around her and stroked the ass that had titillated him a lot earlier, his finger slid down her crack, and Melody snuffled into his arm. She shook her head no. But he took no notice, then his middle finger tip pressed into the tiny little opening. Melody stiffened automatically, her legs straightened. 

She wriggled to free her ass from his searing finger tip. "Terry," she whispered, "please don't, not there, I don't like it, please?" His answer was to pop his finger right in and hold her tight at the same time. He had it hooked into and he forced her up with it, Melody tried to get off but couldn't. 

She kicked her legs, "No Terry I don't want that, stop now, please!" "Melody," he said, "I like it, are you telling me you haven't had anal sex before?" he wiggled his finger about in her. "I have," she replied, "but a long time ago, and I never liked it then." "Well I do," he told her, "and you will too, and you will like it and love it for me okay?" 

He pulled his finger out and gave her two huge slaps on her ass before she could even blink, then his finger was back in before the first wail came out of her quivering lips, he kissed her. "Terry please," was all she had to say, it was all she could say as the tears rolled down her face, she felt humiliated. 

"Now," he said, "are you going to like it and love it, just for me Melody, or do you need a proper spanking?" His voice was calm and reasonable, there was only one answer. 

"Yes Terry." 

"Good girl, but that can be for later, what shall we do for now my baby?" it was a soft question to her. "This!" she chortled, and dove down to get his half hard cock into luscious mouth, and Terry fell back with lust filled loins. Melody sucked and licked as hard as she could, she swallowed him whole as his prick gained height and strength again. 

She sucked his balls, licked his hairy ass, she even poked her tongue deep in his own asshole. Melody had rarely done that in her marriage, but she wanted to taste this man, to know him, so his smell would be the catalyst for the future, she hoped. TC laid back and let her get on with it, his only command was, "search me Melody, find me, and know me," she did just that. 

She reared up, slipped his cock to the tip of her wanton lips and stroked him in her soft willing hand. She wanted him to cum in her mouth; she built the fire and stoked it to its unstoppable raging inferno, and to its inevitable conclusion. His hands went into her hair and forced her down on him, his hips rose and she was jammed on him, then she felt the first pulse from him, his cock heated up even more, it seemed to get harder too. 

She fought against the downward pressure she was under just as the first salvo hit her tonsils and Melody set about swallowing him whole, his cum scalded her throat, she powered up as he came three more times and each time the thick hot globs went down. Melody beamed with pride at her hussy, brazen and wanton way. 

Her head rested on his six pack, as the last drips he had, got sucked from him by the most beautiful woman he had ever known. There were more beautiful women around the world he knew, some film stars some models and some, wives of the rich and famous, but none were so naturally beautiful and as sexy as this woman were, not one of them. 

Melody finished and stayed lying with her soft haired head on his stomach, the hairs tickling her face lightly. Now she knew that when he told her he was going to her ass, she would accept him, it, and whatever he had planned for her. This was new a Melody, one she didn't know herself. But she did know that it had been Garth, her son's eighteen year old friend, who had set her on the path to wherever it would take her, right or wrong. 

"I have to go Melody, they'll be wondering where I am at the office. I'm surprised Vic hasn't called me by now." His phone rang from the floor where his trousers had fallen. He reached for it, opened it, and mouthed to her, "Its Vic," he put a finger to his lips to keep her quiet. 

"Hey Vic, what's going on?"! He asked gaily, then listened. "No, I got held up, something important came up," he smiled and waggled his cock at Melody, who nearly fell over laughing, before she lunged at it with her mouth again. She sat on the edge of the bed, and licked at it like a girl with a lollipop. Her big schoolgirl eyes looking up at him, his heart lurched as he saw the look of sublime adoration in them. 

"Anyway," he continued, "I had to deal with it immediately." Silence for a moment, then. "Yes okay I'll be back as soon as I can, got a bit of poking about to do," he said grinning at her, "then I'll be back, okay? Bye." He closed the phone. 

"Come here you," he said strongly. 

Melody sank into herself, her eyes making the plea for her. 

"Now," he told her," she slid across to him, TC pulled her into his lap, and toyed with her nipples, Melody was away like a shot. Her arms encircled him, and she gave up there and then. He really was too strong for her, his manner was over powering her in all ways. She had never been confronted like this before, it was as frightening as it was enthralling and exhilarating. 

He kissed her, slapped her ass again, threw her off him an started dressing, Melody went to him, she tried to convince him to stay, but he was having none of it. One last kiss and he was on his way, "Call me at the office in the morning Melody, about nine okay?" he said over his shoulder as he went downstairs and left. 

Melody was furious, "how dare he treat me like this!" she shouted to no one. Then she burst into tears, she had wanted him to stay with her, make love to her again. She went back to bed and cried herself to sleep. When she wakened she felt wonderfully glorious, so vital, contented, so womanly. This was the feeling she had with her as a young woman, with the world, and all the men in it, at her dainty feet. 

But Melody knew her life was, and had, and was going to change, and dramatically. She thought about herself, how Garth had got her, she imagined his young cock in her hand, how he had made the new Melody leave the home of her cocooned life, and look around her. But after several hours she came to the conclusion that she still loved her husband, but she would have to make him see the new her, and accept whatever it was that her path took. 

She didn't know if their marriage would survive what was ahead, the first thing she would have to do was find a way of opening up to her husband, see what he thought. Try and tell him that she still loved him, but that she needed more, and that he wasn't able to give it anymore, and that for years she had been deprived and hadn't realised it. 

That night when he came home he sensed something, but waited for his wife, as he always did. The night passed without incident, Melody was still mulling everything over. The next morning she was beside herself waiting for 9am to arrive. She was breathless when she called Terry. 

"Hi," she breathed, "are you alright?" she was up in the air not knowing how he would feel, now that he had had her, taken her. She knew as she spoke that she would follow whatever he said, she had no option. It was an unerring certainty in her mind that Vic, couldn't ever give what this man had yesterday and could and would again. 

"Hey there, yes I'm good, how about you?" he asked, Melody didn't know that her husband and two others were sat in front of his desk holding an impromptu meeting. 

"When will I see you again Terry?" she whispered, afraid of the answer. 

"I can make 1oclock, okay?" She realised he wasn't alone. 

"That's good for me darling," she whispered, "I'll be ready for you, please don't be late." It was a beg, he knew that. 

"Okay see you at 1," he told her, his cock kicked his thigh and put the phone down. His 22 year old secretary, who was sat near him taking notes, knew him well enough to know what he was up to, but didn't know with whom. She would have had a heart attack had she known it was the very beautiful and sexy wife of Vic, Melody. 

She didn't like TC having another woman in tow, but she put up with it, she had to, she thought the world of him. And to be fair, he had told her the score the first time he had screwed her on his desk, before sending her home to her month old husband. She knew he was just using her, but he did things to her that her own husband hadn't even thought aboutyet. And it was that which excited her the most, knowing she was nothing more than a bit on the side, even now her pussy itched for him. 

Melody had 4 hours to prepare for him, she would be the ultimate woman for him to come to, she would knock him dead. She would be wearing the full Monty. Negligee, sassiest sussies, stockings, heels; she would be the million dollars men talk about. 

She was in for a shock. He called her on the way, "I'll be 5 minutes Melody, be ready and waiting for me beautiful lady." Her heart and body sang he was arriving; she dashed upstairs and practised lying on the bed in her most seductive pose. He rang the doorbell, entered, called out, "I'm here, be ready!" he shouted, and he raced up with the KY jelly he had stopped to buy on the way in his hand, warming. 

His jacket along with his shirt hit the floor of the landing, his pants were sliding down as he got to the bed, he tugged his shorts down. All he had on were his socks and shoes, he kicked them off, ripped Melody's flimsy panties away and he was on her without so much as a by your leave. 

Melody shrieked in fear and surprise which was quickly replaced with an "Oh Ooooh Ter... Arghhhhh." As his prick shot head first right into Melody's already heated and sopping pussy. She held on to him as he was to full speed and power before he hit bottom. An orgasm hammered through her, she couldn't believe how quickly he had made her cum. 

She was crushed under him, held down by his weight, and TC battered her as she had never been battered. Her thought before her lights dimmed a little were. "Oh he needs me, he needs me, oh God he needs me!" She nearly fainted with happiness and outrageous orgasmic bliss, climax on climax shattered her whole body. 

Terry was on a mission, he had no intention of cumming yet, he was thinking of work, his car, anything but cumming his self. He pulled out, "Melody, on your knees quickly." he told her. She did so and bent her head down and readied herself to be slam dunked by him. 

Terry grabbed the KY and smeared it on her, got behind, pointed his prick at her almost unused hole and hit home. Snatching her hips he held on because he knew he would be in for the ride of his life. And though Melody didn't know it, so was she. She screamed out, her legs shot backwards, and she twisted her body away. 

He held her tightly, "Terry, Terry," she wailed loudly, "No, no, no don't, oh please, it's too painful," tears fell like rain, he took no notice. She was going to be taught his way, and his way was the only way. He forced her right down, and lay on her back, she tried to shuffle out, but he grabbed her arms, and she was spread-eagled under him. 

"Lie still Melody, let it go, relax," he told her, "let it happen, you'll be fine in a moment." She tried to do what he said, but even lying still was painful, after what seemed like a lifetime he moved. Melody cried out in fear. "Shhhhhh," he said, "let me teach you, let me show you," his words soothed her and she began to relax a little. 

He lifted his ass a little then lowered back down, he repeated this several times. Melody was amazed at the hot feeling, and the total expansion and fullness her ass was under. She felt like she was about to burst open wide. Terry increased slowly but surely. Melody waited and waited for the final earth shattering pain to come, but it didn't. Gradually her ass expanded to the cock in it, it began to accept the intrusion. And dare she say it, it began to feel nice. 

She found herself daring to spread her feet, part her knees more than he had made her. Now Terry started the slow fuck he wanted to give her. Pulling further out each time, soon all that was left in was the bulbous head of his cock. And Melody was unwittingly not allowing it to come out. 

Then he began the fucking of her ass, he squeezed more KY in to help, but he got into his stride, and Melody, willingly or not, went with him. Her fists were wrapped in her bed sheets, her mouth full of linen, as she fought down the screams of fear. It was then that she realised there was no real pain now, and that was giving way to pleasure. 

The most unexpected and unusual climax hit her, she had never cum like this, he had forced her to have it, made her take and now she was in full surrender to it. She pushed her ass back at him as he sank back in, he let go of her arms, there was no need for capture any more, she would never refuse him again. 

Melody sank deeper into the sexual canyon in her mind and body, orgasms rippled through her once more. She turned head, "Please Terry kiss me?" she stammered, he did so, this was what he was after, total domination. He concentrated on her now, now was the time to let her have both barrels of cum in her ass. 

He drove in a last time and did the deed, he shot thick heavy loads of cum into her bowels, she filled up. Melody thought she was going to shit him out. Never in her life had this happened, she was stuffed full to the brim of hot cock and boiling cum. TC rested for a moment, then slowly withdrew, even he knew the pain of a quick yank out of a near virgin ass. 

He rolled onto his back and smiled to himself, 'wow oh wow,' he told himself, 'I can't think of anything better than that!' Melody was unable to move, she wasn't spent, she was rigid with worry of if she should even try to stir herself. TC made his own move, he got off the bed, didn't say anything, and dressed as Melody watched him. 

"I'll see you later sweet cake, be good," he smiled and went. Melody stayed where she was unable and not wanting to move. The severity of him screwing her there was coming home, her ass was stiffening. She ever so slowly rolled over on to her side, then her back, her ass felt as if it had been struck by a 100 mile an hour truck. 

It took her ten minutes to get off the bed and get into the bathroom, where she ran it hot and soaked for 2 hours or more. But previous to that Sonia, TCs secretary, had followed her boss to see where he was going during her lunch break. She was astonished to see him pull into Vic's house drive. 

And she had seen TC race in with an item in his hand, she would return later to the shop and find out what he had bought. Using her phone she photographed his car in the drive, photo'd him going in, and photo'd him coming out, and also looking very dishevelled. Now Sonia knew he was screwing Vic's wife. She didn't know what she could do to use the information to her advantage, but she knew she would. 

She went back to work, and in the afternoon, she made sure the private calls she put through on his phone from Vic's house would be piped to her cell. She also bought a proper camera with a strong lens. When he came back she smiled at him. "Wow," she said sweetly, where have you been, in a cement mixer?" She dropped her head to her work station as he stopped dead for a moment. 

Its windy out there Sonia, that's why" he told her, and went into his office and private bathroom. He did look a little tawdry he thought, 'have to watch that,' he said in his handsome head. Then he stripped and showered paying particular attention to his cock and balls. He suddenly felt like screwing Sonia after work. 

"Sonia," he said into his intercom, "I'll need you to stay a bit late tonight,okay?" "Yes sir, absolutely," she replied without hesitation, 'still got it girl,' she told herself happily. "Hi honey, I'll be a bit late getting home tonight, not sure what time it will be. He wants me for overtime," she told her husband on the phone. "I love you too," she told him as she put the phone down. 

TC banged her hard and harder over his desk as the last employee left the office, he was lovingly rough with her. "Husband still not performing Sonia?" he asked as he bombed her pussy. "Not like you can sir," she told him breathlessly and gruntingly. Sonia came for him, he leaned over and kissed her naked back and neck. 

"Now," he said, "let's get down to it shall we?" He pulled out and slipped it into her eager ass, he had taught her to take it, but as yet she hadn't got her husband to do it to her too. She quailed and trembled as the initial pain hit, before the wonderful feeling of a hot wet hard cock began her journey to the top. 

Soon Sonia was moaning out loud in agony that was easily over ridden by the pleasure of him fucking her there, and when he reached under to take her clit she exploded and had her biggest ever orgasm. In the after glow of sex, he held her tight, he told her that she matched anything he had ever experienced. 

"Are you sure about that sir"? she asked him pensively. And at that very moment she pictured him with Vic's wife. It was then that she hit on a possible idea; she quickly believed he might be up for it. "I'd love to have a threesome with you and another woman sir, though she would have to be a little older than me?" She watched his jaw drop, but knew him well enough to know the idea had resonated. 

"Hey Sonia, where did that come from?" he asked. 

"I like the idea of me and you with a more mature woman, though she would have to sexy and beautiful, I couldn't do it otherwise. And you don't know that I have a penchant sometimes for another woman, but especially if you were at the centre of it." There she had told him, laid the groundwork; she had done everything but say Melody's name. 

He grinned broadly, "You are a surprising young lady Sonia, I'm glad you work for me, I'll give it some thought okay? Now get your things and go home to your loving husband." He was seeing Melody tomorrow for just an hour, he might broach the subject but only perfunctorily. Sonia followed him as soon as he left the parking lot. And using her camera, she got great photos, including one showing Melody in her upstairs window smiling at him as he arrived. 

She decided on a plan, that, if it didn't work, she would lose everything, if it did work, then the world as they say, would be her oyster. The thought of climbing all over TC and the luscious sexy Melody in the same bed made her legs weak, and her pussy throb. TC was unable to see Melody for at least five more days due to work commitments. So Sonia decided to seize the moment. 

She drove to Vic's house knowing there was no chance of discovery; TC and Vic were in the office on urgent business. She rang the bell, Melody opened the door, she recognised Sonia from the office, and whilst surprised she invited her in immediately. In Sonia's hand was a large envelope containing the 8 x 12 colour photos she had taken. 

She tested the small Dictaphone she had taped in her lapel, it worked beautifully, she would edit it later. She knew that there was nothing incriminating on them, but they were covered in utter subterfuge, that would be hard to deny by anyone, especially Melody, she hoped. They made small talk and then Sonia took a deep breath and started on her tale of woe for the beautiful woman in front of her, who even now made Sonia's clit tingle. 

She told Melody emphatically that she knew TC was her lover, which she had proof of, and unless Melody agreed to her demands then the world would know. Vic would be the main loser by forgoing his job. Melody would named as a shameless hussy, an unfaithful and adulterous wife. 

She then deposited first the photo of her smiling at TC as he left, he was clearly looking up at her waving, another photo showed him getting into his car and Melody waving to him. "No Melody, I don't have photos of you both having sex, but I bet your husband will believe it don't you?" 




It was a Long Way Round



Melody was aghast, she blustered and bluffed, then after five minutes denying she burst into tears. She begged Sonia for forgiveness, asking her what she wanted, money, jewellery, anything she told her. 

"Sonia put on her nicest benevolent face; she consoled her, put her arm around her shoulders and hugged her, then talked the talk. "All I want Melody, and before I say it, let me tell you here and now, any arrangements made will be by you and TC. I will have a back seat, in fact until TC tells me of it. I will not officially know anything about it." 

"You will deny any knowledge of me knowing about this, the suggestion will come from you to TC okay?" Melody was utterly confused, and 100% ignorant of the silent demand Sonia was going to make. "You will ask TC if he had ever had any thoughts of having a threesome with another woman, one he can choose, a younger one you will tell him." 

Melody stared at her, "I can't do that, it would be wrong, no I won't," she said loudly. 

"So I'll go back to the office and email these photos to all that matter, especially Vic, shall I do that Melody?" she asked sweetly, Sonia wanted to pounce on her right now, but held herself in check. Melody tried all ways to get out of her predicament, and it was all being recorded. 

Finally she sank into her chair, then said, "but what if he won't do it, what then?" she asked. 

"He will Melody, and I will know if you haven't done your task properly, if that happens then the photos go out." The threat wasn't lost on the beautiful wife. "And don't even think of telling him about all of this, or again, the photos will go out, this is, and will forever be our secret, okay?" 

Melody nodded her head in surrender, the thought of making it with another woman didn't faze her, she had always wanted to try it, but this was different. Sonia interrupted her thoughts. 

"Can you handle him Melody, or does he had it over you?" she asked quietly. 

"No and yes in that order Sonia, why?" This was the time to let Melody know about her and TC. 

"Me too, he has me the same way, but together, we might be able to bring him in a little, but its only a maybe though," she got closer to her victim, the urge to kiss was growing. 

Melody looked at her as if she had two heads, "You mean that you and Ter... Mr Calder are, lov... too?" She clasped her hands in near despair. 

"Not the way you two are Melody, I'm not in your league," she deliberately gave ground to the rare beauty she was almost ready to dive on. Melody's head dropped and Sonia moved in, she got her nipples in sharp nails and squeezed, she pushed her back into the sofa, and began kissing her neck. 

"I'm just going to show you what you are in for Melody," she told her between nips on her tender neck. After a brief moment Sonia was more or less on top of her target, and merrily creating havoc with Melody's treacherous nipples. She fought back but Sonia was not one for giving up, or giving in. 

"Please Sonia, no don't," she bleated, well aware now she couldn't get out from under her attacker, incongruously she thought, 'how many times has this happened to me lately.' Sonia's stocking clad knee sought and found Melody's pussy and pressed and rubbed. Her clit burst into flames, Sonia was running wild now, no threats, no denials, only a soft grunting groan and soft moan from her soon to be new lover. 

She opened Melody's blouse and scooped her out, immediately sucking in a nipple while her free hand went straight to her pussy. Melody was gone, full on surrender to her needs, not particularly Sonia, but the desire that was built like a rocket on a launch pad. 

Sonia worked her own panties off, climbed over the gorgeous woman at her mercy and sat on her face. She ripped away Melody's and got on with tormenting her pussy and clit with knowing fingers, and long hot tongue. Melody came as bidden by the lovely young thing sitting on her. She responded the way she had seen on films. Her own tongue lashed out and drank down the nectar dripping from the pussy that was covering her mouth. 

Both women climaxed for the other, both eagerly giving the other all they had, until Sonia collapsed on the woman below her. She finally raised her head, lovingly kissed Melody's pussy and rose up. She smiled joyously into Melody's face after turning around, she kissed the wondrous mouth and Melody kissed her back. 

"Not too bad was it Melody, I won't be having any bother from you after this will I?" she asked lovingly and so sexily. 

Melody looked into her deep dark eyes for a full minute, then offered. "No Sonia, not after that, but please don't show the photos, I'll do whatever you say, I promise." Sonia knowing she would never have done it anyway, smiled her agreement. Kissed Melody once more, Melody held her tight in her arms. "I confess that was terrific Sonia, I've never done it before, you are my first, and last!" she told her. 

"Yes Melody I am, and no I will not use the photos, I don't need them, do I?" it was a question that needed a head shake from her new lover. Not knowing that Sonia had the taped conversation to fall back on in case of an emergency. 

Over the next week she met with Melody in an hotel for an afternoon of fun, and Melody admitted that she was ready to ask Terry if he wanted to do a threesome, with a younger woman of his choice. And she did too, his answer was, he would think about it, but he knew already who the third party would be, his secretary Sonia. 

He told her of a request he had had from a very beautiful lady to have a threesome to see what it was like, and was she up for it. Sonia of course agreed, a date was set, he confirmed it with Melody, and Sonia booked a room for thee in a plush spa hotel. Sonia told her husband she was going on a business trip for a day and night with others from the office. Melody talked with her mother and she would confirm she was with her, instead of a spa weekend with her best friend. She knew Vic wouldn't approve of her going to it. 

So the scene was set and the day and night arrived, Melody went on her own and Sonia and TC shared his car, she spent half of it hanging off his cock as he drove. They got there first and went to their room which was the biggest and the best they had. It had two double bedrooms and was laden with all that could ever be needed by the people in it. 

Terry met Melody as she arrived and had a word with her, "Melody, I want to know now from you that you are okay with my needs and wants?" She looked at him, and already she was dying to get into bed with him, another woman or not in the equation.  

"I want to be with you Terry, another woman will be a side show, but I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy." She already knew Sonia was waiting to get her hooks into her again, as did Terry. Her nipples jolted to life, and her pussy almost farted. He was astonished that the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, even had, was so open about her desires to him like this. 

Go on up and meet Sonia, I know you have met her through work functions, I need to make a couple of phone calls," he told her. This suited Melody down to the ground; she had a surprise for her she wouldn't be ready for. She had brought soft ropes of various lengths each with a slip know on one end, and her own super charged knobbled vibrator. 

When Terry came up and walked into the room he almost fell over. Melody was on the bed, and on top of the naked, tied, gagged, and spread-eagled Sonia. Melody was working her over big time; and she had her vibrator in Sonia's gaping pussy, with her foot holding it in. Her fingers were wreaking havoc with her nipples, and she was being furiously kissed into the bargain. 

Melody had attacked Sonia as soon as she had walked through the door, the surprise was enough for her get the upper hand and Sonia was tied up, and then down and her clothes ripped off. Terry stopped in his tracks and a huge grin spread over his handsome face. "Marvellous, fucking marvellous," he said. 

"Come on Terry, you wanted a threesome, you got one, give me a hand, she's nearly cumming, your cock in her will finish her off. He did and Sonia was duly finished off. Melody threw herself off the bound and helpless girl. She dived into the other bedroom calling for him to hurry. Melody was now a cock crazy, and fuck mad slut for him, for anyone, and now that included other women it seemed. 

He chased after her and began the longest fucking session he had ever performed. Melody kept him going, urging him on to greater and greater things, he fucked her mouth, he fucked her ass, and then he fucked her pussy, he nearly bit her nipples off. But no matter what pain Melody felt she wanted more and more. Her orgasms washed through at breakneck speed, calamitous climaxes drilled her. 

Melody gave herself to him completely; nothing was enough for her to give him. Her life and style had altered beyond measure. She knew she had to tell Vic that things had to change between them. That she would have a lover, Terry, or even someone else, maybe even two or three, or she would change their lives herself, with him as the out and out loser. 

She fell asleep, and wakened to hear grunting from the other bedroom, she knew what was going on, and leisurely stepped into the next bedroom to see Terry on top of Sonia fucking her brains out. The thrill Melody felt was like no other, she hurried to the bed and got on with them, she took over Sonia's nipples and lips. Then she got over the wonderfully stricken young beauty and sat on her face. Her slick and juicy pussy slithered all over it. This gave her the added opportunity to play with her clit and Terry's cock as he fucked her. This too gave Melody the choice of kissing him. Then between them, they made Sonia have the biggest orgasm of her young life. 

Terry fell off slowly, Melody went with him, she was between Sonia and him, she cuddled him and they rested. Later Sonia stirred, and said. "Will you please untie me you conniving bitch," she laughed, "I suppose I deserved all this didn't I?" Melody turned over, smiled at her, squeezed a nipple, and clicked her clit, this brought a loud "Ooooh," from her. Melody got back on her, gave her a real knowing look, and Sonia almost feared she was going to get worked over again, but Melody smiled and freed her. 

They got on either side of Terry, both women toyed with him, each took turns sucking his cock, kissing him all over, balls, ass, chest, mouth, neck, anywhere they could get to him. He was in his element, two beautiful sexy women were mad for him. Both were married one worked for him, the others husband did, and the thought he was fucking two "happily" married women brought him great excitement. 

But even he, with all his prowess and stamina couldn't keep up with them, and after two solid hours, they drained him so much. He told them to go into the other bedroom and entertain themselves while he had a sleep. They did so gleefully, and they both felt lewdly naughty enough that rang Sonia's husband, and allowed each to talk with the other. Just to 'confirm' they were behaving themselves and not with another man. This made them giggle out loud while being pussy licked as they did. 

Melody wakened in the dark, she called her own husband, he answered sleepily but was happy she had rung him. But he also knew, not what, that something was in the air. After the hellos and exchanges, he said. "Melody I know something is wrong, but I don't know what?" 

"We'll talk tomorrow Vic, there are things you need to know. But I'm not leaving you if that's what you think," she told him, he breathed a sigh of relief, though if he knew what she was doing he wouldn't have. She, Sonia and Terry made love on and off all the next morning Each was a physical sexual wreck, though Melody had never felt more alive. 

Sonia's ass, as was Melody's, felt as if she had had a baseball bat up it, their pussy's weren't much better, and TC thought his cock was about to drop off. They made their way back, but not before all of them promising to do this again soon. 

Melody looked terrific when she walked in the door although she certainly didn't feel like it, what she did feel was gloriously painful all over. Vic greeted her warmly, but Melody knew he was waiting for some sort of explanation. She decided to do it there and then. 

"Please Vic sit down and let me tell you what's on my mind." She told him, he listened in stunned silence. He knew he hadn't been up to keeping her happy in bed, far from it, but this? She hadn't told him of Garth, or his boss, just that she had been seeing someone else, but swore it was for sexual relief and gratification only. 

When he asked if she had 'got it out of her system?' she told him no, and that she maybe never would. Hence she told him that she would see other men who would scratch the itch that he couldn't for her. He loved her enough to understand, though didn't agree with. He asked her who she had been with, did he know him/them? 

Her answer was no he didn't, and as far as she could, he never would, just that if he wanted their marriage to survive, and that she did, he would have to let her do what she had to do. 

"There is no other way Vic, it's this or?" She let the question hang, he knew the option, and if he didn't want to lose her, there was no option left for him. He told her that it would take time to try and get used to her loving someone else sexually. She knew that, but she also gently emphasised it was to be. 

The following day she rang Terry, "I've told Vic I'm seeing someone else, he isn't overly happy to say the least, but I think he's accepting it." she told him. 

"Melody that's great and I know Sonia will be happy too," he said. This is where Melody took back partial control. "Right," she replied, "but if you are seeing her too, then that gives me the right to see someone other than you, doesn't it?" This rocked him. 

"I suppose I can't argue with that kind of logic Melody, but I'd rather you didn't honey?" he told her. 

"Don't worry Terry, you never know," and she giggled softly, it made him smile. 

"I'll have to take extra special care of you then won't I?" he laughed with her. 

"You already do darling," she told him. "See you tomorrow maybe?" "You bet Melody, in the afternoon about 2pm if that's okay?" He said. 

"I'll be waiting babe," she replied, her shattered pussy and ass twitched for him, she said goodbye and put the phone down. 

The following morning she kissed Vic goodbye on his way to work. His face was worried, "Don't be scared or worried Vic, I love you, I'm not going anywhere I promise, but?" and she raised an exquisite eyebrow. 

He nodded, "I love you too Melody," he told her, he had lain awake most of the night thinking about it all, and he come to the conclusion that if he didn't think about it too much, he would get by. 'Let her work it out,' he decided. And that's how he looked at it, his wife was being, or going to be unfaithful, she had told him she loved him, but needed more than a kiss goodnight. 

Melody had one of the best nights sleep she could remember, and she felt alive and vital. Sexy and wanton, she knew now that she could have, if she kept vigilant about it, all the sex and cock she could get if and when she wanted it. She laughed out loud, 'I could do with a cock right now!' she guffawed to herself. 

He had seen her kiss her husband goodbye, he had watched her a few times. And the gorgeous woman was all he had been told she was. Now he decided to take a chance. He strode down the garden path to her rear door, Garth had told him about her, no one knew but him that Garth had tried steroids, which had led to drugs. And this dark young man had blackmailed him for money, but having none he had told him about how he had seduced a beautiful married woman who loved being banged. 

He tried the door, it wasn't locked, he stepped in, locked it, and listened, she was upstairs, he could hear her. He walked quickly up and listened again, she was in the shower; he could hear her singing to herself. He stood for a moment and waited, he would capture her when she came out. 

He was undressed and ready when Melody came out, her hair up to keep it out of the water; she was still humming a tune. A towel wrapped around her fabulous body. She looked like the beautiful sexy woman she was. She was thinking of Terry's cock, and also Sonia's pussy, she was wishing she could have it right now, she was feeling hotter than the surface of the sun. 

He stepped behind her, a hand closed over her mouth and an arm went around her waist. The next thing she knew she was face down on the bed, the towel was pulled away and a hand felt for her nipples, which were hard from her thoughts. 

She heard a "Mmmmm;" behind her as the fingers squished them, the hand was pushed down under her and sank into her already hot wet pussy. She cried 'Arghhhh,' as the voice behind her said at the same time, "Oh wow!" She thought it was Garth, and felt him press his cock at her, she wiggled in unprepared readiness. 

It was then that she saw the dark skin around her, but no face for recognition. Her body was in complete opposition to her mind, her ass could feel hot cock, and knew where it was going to go. 

He forced her knees apart with his, and she felt the unmistakable prod of hard cock. 'NO!' her mind screamed, 'YES,' her body bellowed back. He bunched his knees under her thighs forcing her knees to bend up and out. Her ass came up, then he struck. His cock went all the way in and Melody nearly fainted with the feeling of a big cock ramming its way in. 

He let go, but took her hips and held her down whilst he struck time after time. Melody was beaten into submission in a minute. He was giving her what she had been wishing for no more than a minute or two earlier. She managed to look behind her as he banged her for the tenth time, she saw a young coloured man, but had no idea of who he was or how old. 

This was Melody's first time black, but she didn't care, she was getting what she wanted, and what her body hourly craved for, being fucked. She moaned into the bed covers as the young man had his way, and gave Melody her first climax, it was unasked for, unbidden, yet terribly wanted. 

She bowed to it, shoved her ass back at her intruder, her unknown invader and rode the cock now securely fixed in her hot soaking pussy. She moaned out loud, "Yes," she grunted, "Whoever you are, give it to me, harder, harder, harder, do it, do it, do it, do me, do me, do me, finish meeeeee!" 

The man drove at her like a runaway battering ram, he jammed his black prick so far in, Melody choked. He reached under, snagged her nipples, then with one hand, her clit. Melody exploded in a mountainous climax the likes of which could only have been an avalanche of unstoppable cums. 

She knew it was black cock now, she revelled in it, she loved it. But most of all it was a good cock, and even a great one, one she knew she would try again if possible. Her rapist grunted out loud and split her with his last forward charge before dumping copious amounts of hot sticky cum into her. 

He got off the bed, looked at her and said, "I'll check your phone, let you know when I'll come back, nice to have met you lady, you're a great fuck." And he left. She lay there stunned and immobilised, helpless, if twenty men now walked in, they could all screw her and she would be unable to do anything about it. 

After about thirty minutes she rose and went back into the shower, she cleaned herself up, and also out. Her memory focussed on what had just happened, how did he know, and who was he? She could still feel his cock still in her, it had been made of velvet, it had slid around in her touching everything. 

And he had said he would come back, part of her was already hoping he would, and part of her feared for her future, for the first time. Now she began to realise what she was doing, and how things could go drastically wrong very easily. Someone else knew, it had to be Garth, he must have told someone, Terry wouldn't have and certainly not Sonia, so Garth was her main culprit.