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Mel's First Affair Ch. 01

By: sexycrazedphilosopher



Well you guys," Wayne sighed as he stood up from his desk, "that's a day."

"And what a long one it was, too!" Michael replied. With the boss out of the office already, Michael was the most senior employee and therefore in charge. He pulled his corporate credit card from his pocket and held it up. "What do you say we celebrate, on the house?" Turning to the other two employees still present, Michael asked, "What do you say Mel, Joyce?"

"Yes, please!" cried Joyce.

Joyce had a strange story. Although an admitted lesbian, she was raised in a strict Baptist home that frowned heavily on homosexuality. As such she married a Baptist man 20 years ago, though they decided against having kids. But 20 years of oppressing her nature was taking an obvious toll.

"I'll take any excuse to avoid going home," she declared.

It wasn't that she didn't love her husband, she did. He was a good man that took good care of her. And after 20 years with a person, it's hard not to fall in love even if you only married them to make your family happy. It's just that there was never a truly intimate bond between them. She never once enjoyed having sex with a man.

Not to mention she'd had a one-night stand with another woman during a drunken outing 15 years ago, and her husband had never quite recovered from the blow to his manhood. At least, that's the way he saw it. He nearly lost his wife to another woman? It changed him for the better, but no matter how good he was to his wife, it could never make up for the fact that Joyce simply wasn't into men sexually.

Joyce began texting on her phone letting her husband know that she was going to be working late.

"Hey," Wayne exclaimed, "how about we all head down to my usual watering hole?" Wayne was gay too, but he didn't feel the need to suppress it. "I already agreed to meet Carl there." Carl was his live-in boyfriend and their watering hole was a gay bar.

"Come on Wayne. A gay bar?" Michael protested.

"I can get us cheap drinks!" Wayne's replied excitedly.

Melanie (Mel) pursed her lips in hesitation. It'd been a long, stressful week and she was looking forward to de-stressing in her normal manner: hot sex with her husband Stu.

"Come on Mel," Wayne began, "it won't be any fun without you."

Michael and Joyce echoed Wayne's invitation.

"Let me see what Stu says," Mel replied.

She texted Stu. His reply was swift. "I was really looking forward to seeing you, but go ahead and have some fun with your coworkers. You deserve it!"

"Thanks babe," she replied. "I love you so much! I'll see you later."

"Alright guys," Mel said addressing her colleagues. "Let's do this!"

Everyone left the office and, piling into their separate cars, headed down to the Deuces Wild Bar & Grill in their small gambling town that bordered a non-gambling state. The town, though small, stayed busy by acting as a popular attraction to those who lived in the other state.

Soon enough they were all seated at a nice, quiet corner booth. It wasn't long before Michael, having an athletic physique that he enjoyed showing off with form-fitting clothes, was drawing the attention of the bar's patrons.

"Sorry, but I'm straight," was a phrase he'd end up having to use at least a dozen times before the night was up.

Before long, Carl arrived and sat next to Wayne. "Hey Sweetie," Carl said as he leaned over to give Wayne a kiss.

Mel laughed. She'd already gotten a drink in her and, being a lightweight, the giggles were starting to find their way out.

"Did I miss something?" Carl asked.

"Sorry," Mel apologized. "That's what my husband calls me. I'm just not used to hearing it for a man."

"Carl," Wayne began, "this is Mel, Joyce, and Michael. The finest coworkers a guy could ask for."

"I'll drink to that," Michael proclaimed as he raised a glass. "To the best coworkers a guy could ask for."

Everyone raised their glasses and took a swallow. Mel took three, setting her glass down with a heavy exhale. "Whew!" she gasped.

"Easy there girl," Michael said as he reached over and patted her on the back.

"Oh, Mel always takes it easy, don't you Mel?" Joyce cooed as she leaned into Mel, grabbing her arm and squeezing as she did so.

Mel reached an arm around Joyce and gave her squeeze, rubbing her shoulder before letting go. Joyce gave her a smile and flirtatious laugh. "You're very touchy feely tonight, Mel."

"I get that way when I'm drunk."

As the night went on, Wayne and Carl started to get more cutesy with each other, Joyce and Mel's flirting increased, and Michael, well, Michael was a man's man. Despite being married for six years, it was an essentially sexless marriage. Though in his late 20's, his libido was just as strong as ever and the years of little-to-no sex were starting to wear on him. He would likely end up masturbating tonight. As usual.

"Oh man," Mel started, interrupting Michael's thoughts, "time to empty the bladder."

Michael got up to let Mel out of the booth. As she stood, precariously making her way towards the restroom, Michael let out a clearly aroused and very emphasized, "Mmm!"

Mel turned her head with a stern look. "What are you looking at?"

"That incredibly sexy ass of yours," he replied. Michael wouldn't normally flirt so blatantly with those he supervised, even away from work, but the alcohol was clearly taking effect by this point. 

Mel responded by slapping her rear and declaring, "Not tonight," as she continued on her way.

"So that means there's a chance?" Michael called back. Mel, without breaking her stride, simply gave him a one-fingered reply.

"God she is sexy," Michael thought to himself as he watched her tight ass through her professional, butt-hugging slacks.

Even though Mel was a full decade older than him, Michael found her quite pleasing to the eyes. Maybe it was the booze, maybe the years of being in a largely sexless marriage. Whatever it was, he could hardly take his eyes off of her, even when at work and fully sober.

Being that the bar was a gay bar, it only had one public bathroom containing a single urinal and toilet stall. There wasn't even a door to the bathroom's entrance. Mel called out to make sure no men were in there and walked in once noting it was clear. She entered the single stall, shut the stall door and started her business.

From outside, Michael could feel blood flowing to his cock, adding to his excitement. The booze was definitely fogging his decisions as he hatched a plan. A plan that, due to inebriation, didn't extend much beyond 10 seconds into the future.

Michael turned to his colleagues at the table. "I'll be right back," he told them. They hardly noticed. Michael headed for the bathroom. Once he got there, he peeked inside. Seeing only Mel's feet beneath the toilet stall walls and the sound of urine splashing into the water, he walked in and waited.

Before long the toilet flushed and out stepped Mel.

"Michael," she gasped, startled. "What are you doing?" she asked, this time sternly.

"I, uh..." he stammered. "I just thought that, since you're all touchy-feely, you might want to touch something more." He subconsciously puffed up his chest as he stood there. Yeah. He was drunk alright.

Mel looked over his body, taking in every curve and line, particularly noticing the bulge forming in his pants. It was true that she enjoyed looking at him and wondered what it would feel like to run her hands over his naked frame.

"Didn't we just discuss this two minutes ago?"

Mel reached out with a hand and placed it on Michael's chest. Michael inhaled sharply, excited from a sudden shot of adrenalin, but it was short lived. Mel pushed him aside and walked out.

"Seriously?" Michael cried. "You're such a tease!" Mel, looking over her shoulder, gave him a wink and continued back to their table.

"This might be getting a little dangerous," Mel thought to herself as she unsteadily made it back to the booth. Even though she and her husband were in an open marriage, it was something that they'd decided to do as a show of the respect and trust that they had toward each other. Neither one of them had ever actually taken advantage of the open marriage, though they both agreed that each could do as they pleased so long as they kept the other in the loop and were completely open and honest about any extra-marital relationships. Neither really expected anything to happen though, and nothing ever had.

Mel crashed down onto the bench, falling on Joyce as she did so. "Whoa there lady, "Joyce said. "Maybe it's time for you to start winding down. You've still got to drive home."

"You're right," Mel replied. "I'd better quit now." At the same time, she pulled out her phone and began texting her husband. It was getting late, but she knew that he'd wait up for her. She punched out, "Michael is getting pretty flirty with me," and sent it on its way.

Mel sat up and looked over at Wayne and Carl. Wayne was stroking Carl's thick goatee.

"Mmm," Carl cooed, "that feels nice Sweetie."

"You guys are so cute together," Mel said. To her, they looked more like members of a motorcycle gang than your stereotypical gay couple. "Can I feel that?"

Carl leaned over to let Mel stroke his beard. "That does feel nice," she declared.

That's when Michael made it back to the table and sat next to Mel. He leaned over and softly whispered in her ear, "So you'll get touchy with him, huh?"

Mel just laughed and said, "You just had a turn a minute ago."

"Come on now, that was just a teaser and you know it."

Mel's phone buzzed. It was Stu's reply, "Be assertive Sweetie. It's okay."

At home, Stu stared at the message he had just sent. "Wait," he thought to himself, "was she complaining or asking for permission to flirt back?" He'd initially assumed it was a complaint and meant for her to assertively stand up for herself. He started to send a message clarifying, but hesitated on hitting the send button.

After all, they did have an open marriage. Was his desire to clarify rooted in jealousy? He decided not to send the clarification. Mel would take the first message in whatever context she was meaning, and that would be the appropriate way for her to take it. Stu trusted her and didn't want to influence her or make her feel like he was pressuring her into behavior that was the opposite of what she actually wanted.

Back at the bar, Mel turned to Michael. "Well, we'll see how lucky you get tonight," she said with a wry smile. In fact, Mel had taken Stu's message as permission to do as she wished.

Mel then texted Stu back, "Winding down now. Had a lot to drink. Probably be a couple hours before I'm safe to drive."

"I look forward to hearing about your fun night," Stu replied. Again, Mel took that as a hint for her to do as she wished with Michael so she could tell the story once she got home.

"Hey," Joyce said to Carl, "do I get a turn?"

"Sure!" Carl replied as he leaned towards her.

With everyone else distracted, Mel decided she'd give Michael another thrill. She reached under the table and grabbed his knee, slowly sliding it up to the midpoint of his thigh before pulling back. Joyce's distraction now over, they both tried to act casual, pretending that nothing was going on.

"Well," Wayne began, "it's about time for us to head home.

"Are you okay to drive?" Joyce asked.

"Yes, Mom, we'll be okay," Wayne replied facetiously. "Carl's only had a couple of beers and is going to drive us home. See you guys on Monday!"

The rest of them called out their goodbyes as the happy couple disappeared through the exit.

"I guess I'd better start winding down with you," Joyce said to Mel.

"Oh c'mon you guys. The night is young!" Michael exclaimed.

"I'm so buzzed it's going to take me a couple hours Michael," Mel responded. "Don't you worry. We'll be keeping you company for a bit yet."

"Good," Michael said as he took a swig of his drink.

Joyce called for a waiter. "I'm going to grab a water. Gotta make sure I stay hydrated."

"Grab one for me too," Mel asked.

As the waiter came over and conversed with Joyce, it provided a perfect distraction for Michael to return the thigh rubbing Mel had given him earlier. He reached over, starting mid thigh, and started sliding up towards her hips.

Mel leaned back. This taboo, sneaky flirting was actually turning her on. She could feel her clit swelling with blood and becoming more sensitive as it rubbed against her panties with every movement of her legs.

As Michael's hand reached her upper thigh, Mel grabbed his hand, stopping it dead in its tracks. Michael thought he'd pushed things too far, but then Mel spread her legs and pulled Michael's hand to her inner thigh, simultaneously pulling it up towards her crotch.

Then, just as his hand reached within millimeters of Mel's pussy, just as she was getting so excited she could feel herself becoming wet, the waiter said, "I'll be right back with those waters." Joyce turned back to face them. Mel and Michael both quickly pulled their hands back and tried to act nonchalant.

As the next couple of hours passed, Michael became even more drunk. And more horny. At one point he pulled out his smart phone and said, "You guys want to see something?"

"Of course," Mel replied. "Sure!" Joyced exclaimed excitedly.

"This is something I sent Rachel when we were still dating." He pulled up an image of himself. A fully-nude frontal, muscles bulging, with his hands strategically placed over his crotch which was obviously cleanly shaved.

"Mm mm..." Mel crowed.

"Well, if I were straight, I'd ask you to send that to me," Joyce commented.

Michael laughed. "Just say the word and it's yours."

"My husband would probably enjoy it more than me," she laughed back. "Anyway, I think I'm good to drive now so I'll see the two of you Monday."

She stood to leave, but paused and turned, and with a stern finger waving said, "You two stay out of trouble now, alright?" before walking out.

Mel and Michael looked at each other as if to say, "Did she know the whole time?" and then burst out laughing.

"Well, what now?" Mel asked.

"Oh, I could think of a few things." Michael retorted.

"Maybe you should save the thinking for when you're sober."

"You know you want to fondle some of this again," Michael said as he started to rub his own chest.

"I admit I didn't get much of a good feel earlier." She reached up and grabbed a full hand of Michael's chest, giving it a several-second fondle.

"Hey now," Michael started, "if you get to touch my boob, I should get to touch yours."

"Nuh uh," Mel scolded. You know it's not the same thing.

Michael spread his legs. "Well go ahead then," he stated, daringly.

She reached over and started rubbing his thigh. "You don't think I'll do it, do you?" Michael just shrugged his shoulders.

Mel starting moving her hand up his leg, rubbing closer and closer to his cock which she could clearly see through his slacks was slowly becoming engorged. She looked up, making eye contact, and in that split second decided to show Michael that she was more daring than he gave her credit for. She reached over and grabbed a hold of his now-throbbing cock and gave it a good squeeze.

Without hesitation, Michael reached over and did the same to Mel's breast. Mel gasped excitedly and began lightly stroking his cock. Still fondling Mel's breast, Michael leaned in and started to kiss her neck. As he kissed her tender skin, he began to slowly slide his hand down her chest, across her stomach and hips, and down her thigh.

He pulled her leg towards him, spreading her crotch wide open. Mel could already feel the wetness soaking her panties. Michael pulled his head back. As Mel turned her head towards him, he simultaneously pushed his hand up her thigh and leaned in for a kiss on the lips.

Then Michael's hand reached her crotch. There weren't any nosy colleagues to stop him this time. Mel spread her legs wider, inviting Michael in as he slid his hand across her pussy, kissing her harder as he searched for her clit quickly finding it where he began to rub in a circular motion. With both their tongues in each other's mouths, the sound of muffled moans escaped.

Mel leaned back, pushing her hips forward. Michael reached up and began to slide his hand into her pants.

Suddenly, Mel released Michael's cock and grabbed his exploring hand to stop him. Michael knew what it meant. He slouched back down into the bench and let out a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry," Mel apologized, "but now you've got me horny and I might not able to stop myself."

"That's the idea, isn't it?"

"Yes, but we're both married..."

"Didn't you tell me you're in an open marriage?"

"Yes, but you're not."

Michael let out a hard, long sigh again. "That's true. We used to be though."

"Oh? What happened?"

"Rachel and I married young and we both felt like we missed out on the 'sowing our wild oats' stage that most young people get to experience. So we agreed that we'd both date outside the marriage and have our fun."

"And...?" Mel encouraged.

"And things started to get serious between me and this one girl. Rachel was getting pretty serious with someone too, but she just wasn't really interested in sex."

"I've always wondered about that. I know you've complained before about being in a sexless marriage. What's up with that?"

"We have sex sometimes, but she has a medical condition that makes it painful for her most of the time. So we usually, if we do anything at all, just do mutual masturbation or oral or something like that. Actual penetrative sex is really rare."

"Oh, okay." Mel was curious to know more about Rachel's condition, but didn't want to push it. She was friends with Rachel too and didn't want to invade her privacy too much. "So what happened that made you decide to go back to a closed marriage?"

"I ended up having sex with the girl I was dating. When Rachel found out, she got jealous and said, 'No more.'"

"So you ended it with this other girl, just like that?"

"Well, I had to decide what was more important to me. My marriage or my desire to fulfill the needs of my libido. In the end, honor won out. I love Rachel. I love her more than anything. I don't want to hurt her."

Michael paused as he hung his head, almost in shame.

"You were right to stop me," Michael whispered.

They sat there in silence.

"Maybe this will cheer you up," Mel finally said, breaking the long silence between them.

"What's that?" Michael asked.

"You showed me more of you. I guess it's fair I share more of me." 

She brought up an image on her phone of her sleeping on a bed. She was naked with just a sheet draped over her upper body. Her legs were curled up towards her body, fully exposing her buttocks.

"Stu took this picture of me with me while I was sleeping and sent it to me."

Michael stared long and hard at it.

"Okay," Mel laughed, "that's enough."

"How about a trade?"

Mel hesitated. "Maybe."

But Michael was already texting her the image of himself that he'd showed her and Joyce earlier. After a moment, Mel's phone buzzed. She unlocked her screen and there he was. His naked body staring right at her through the screen.

"This isn't helping my horniness," Mel complained.

"At least you get to go home and have it satisfied. Now, how about sending me yours?"

"I don't know. Is Rachel going to be okay with that? I don't want to hurt my friendship with either of you."

"She's told me it's okay to look. I masturbate to porn most nights, and she knows it."

"Okay," Mel replied hesitantly. "Here it comes..." She hit the send button.

Michael's phone buzzed and he took a look. He stared for a moment, taking in her every curve. "I'll be using this tonight," he said with a wink and a smile before putting his phone back into his pocket.


Mel's First Affair Ch. 01



The thought of another man thinking about her while masturbating turned Mel on more than she expected. She stood up to leave. "Make sure that you do. I might do the same." She teasingly rubbed her crotched, licking her lips as she did so, before turning to walk out.

Michael stared at her backside as she disappeared through the exit. "Oh man," he sighed, "Stu is one lucky guy."

Mel got into her car and started it up. She grabbed her phone and sent a final text to Stu. "On my way home and by God I am WET & HORNY AS HELL!"

The reply was swift. "I'll be ready for you."

*****

Mel pulled into the driveway and quickly rushed into her home. She was still wet and ready to be satisfied. She walked into the bedroom, pleasantly surprised to find Stu naked on the bed.

"I've been waiting a long time for you," he whispered.

Mel starting ripping her clothes off as quickly as she could. "I'm so ready for you!" she exclaimed impatiently.

Now naked, she joined her husband on the bed. Lying next to each other, they embraced and started kissing while simultaneously rubbing each other's bodies. But after a moment, she stopped.

"What's wrong Sweetie?" Stu asked.

"I need to tell you something."

"Oh, right. Tell me about your night out."

"I'm sorry Baby. I was drunk and I might have gone too far."

Stu wasn't sure what to think. They had agreed that they would be open and honest about things, and he would've have expected a text from her if she had decided to do anything. But then he remembered, she did send a text. He'd just misinterpreted it.

"It's okay Sweetie," he said comfortingly. "You can be open with me."

So she told him everything. The flirting, the leg rubbing, the fondling and kissing. She didn't go into explicit detail, but she made sure Stu understood how far things had gone.

"I see," Stu replied. Again, he wasn't quite sure how he felt about it. But ultimately, what was done was done. And, if he were to be honest with himself, it kind of turned him on.

Mel, who was resting her head on Stu's chest, sat up and somberly said, "I'm sorry Baby."

"It's okay Sweetie, what's done is done." Mel rested her head back down on his chest. That's when she caught something out of the corner of her eye. She looked down and there was Stu's massively erect cock.

"Oh, you liked that?" Mel asked.

"Hmm?" Stu looked down. "Oh," he said surprised, "I guess I did." He leaned over and began to kiss Mel deeply. After a moment, he pulled back and whispered to her, "Show me how you rubbed his leg."

Mel thought back to when she was at the bar. How hot the flirting had made her. She grabbed Stu's leg and began sliding her hand up and down his thigh, getting closer and closer to his cock with each stroke.

Stu's cock was harder than it'd been in years. It surprised him how much this was all turning him on. Finally, Mel grabbed his cock and began lightly rubbing it, trying to remember exactly how she did it with Michael. Just thinking about it was making her wetter than she'd been in ages it seemed.

"I need you inside of me Baby," Mel begged.

Stu rolled over on top of Mel and began rubbing the tip of his throbbing cock against her wet pussy lips. "Was it hard to resist him?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Did you want him?"

"Mm hm," she nodded.

"Tell me what you wished had happened."

Mel closed her eyes and remembered back to the bar. Now in fantasy mode, she imagined that Michael followed her out to the parking lot and invited her to stay with him in his truck while he sobered up. But instead of just talking, they began making out, fondling each other heavily while stripping each other of their clothes.

"Michael," she breathed softly into Stu's ear as she spread her legs, "I want you inside of me."

Hearing her call his name and ask for him sent a shot of adrenalin through Stu's body. He quickly positioned his cock and pushed hard into her tight, wet pussy as she arched her back and cried out in excruciating pleasure. "Oh God!" she moaned.

Stu began to pull out slowly, then hesitated, making Mel force him back inside of her by pulling him in with her legs. He began slowly increasing the speed of his strokes, causing her moans to become louder and louder as she kept her eyes tightly locked, imaging that it was Michael's cock penetrating her as they fucked harder and harder in the cab of his truck.

Finally, Mel climaxed harder than she ever remembered, imagining in her mind Michael's cum face, causing a rush of juices to expel from her pussy. Stu could feel the wetness spilling all over his cock. "Oh God Mel!" he cried out.

Mel's body stiffened, her back arching high up in the air, her whole self seizing for just a moment before slowly relaxing back down onto the mattress, now wet from the juices spilling out of her.

She slowly opened her eyes to see Stu staring back at her. She knew that look. It was a look of satisfaction. He pulled out and said, "I have an idea."

He grabbed Mel's phone from the nightstand and opened it up. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"You'll see," he responded.

Stu opened her texting program where he saw the picture that she'd sent Michael. He turned the phone so Mel could see. "Did he like it?"

Mel smiled shyly and sheepishly replied, "I think he did."

Stu then began to type out a message to Michael. "Wait," Mel protested.

"Don't worry. I'll let you approve it."

Stu finished and handed her phone back. She read, "If your wife says it's okay, why don't you come over here and fuck me right now?"

Mel laughed wryly. "I... I don't think I'm quite ready for that. But I have another idea."

She handed her phone back to Stu and got up off the bed. She stood against the wall and posed seductively, using her hands to strategically cover her pussy and nipples. "Take a picture with my phone," she commanded. Stu complied and handed the phone back.

"What are you planning on doing with that?" he asked, hopeful.

She punched out a text message to Michael, attached the photo Stu had just taken, and showed it to him. It read, "In case you need a little something extra for tonight."

Before Stu had a chance to reply, she hit the send button. It was too late to say anything now. She set the phone down. Still hard, Stu grabbed her and began kissing her gently.

"I want to be with you now Baby," Mel softly spoke.

Stu obliged. He grabbed hold of his wife, laid her gently on the mattress, and slowly penetrated her. This time, keeping her eyes locked on her husband's, she whimpered softly as they made passionate love into the night.



Mel's First Affair Ch. 02



After a late night of passionate love making, Stu had rolled over and quickly fallen asleep. Mel, on the other hand, was wide awake. Her mind was racing while pondering what had transpired over the last several hours.

The time at the bar; it was hot and she enjoyed it at the time. But had she gone too far? Even though theirs was an open marriage and she'd informed Stu and gotten permission to fool around, now that it was all over she was feeling a lingering guilt.

"I was drunk and not thinking straight," she told herself. "I just won't drink without Stu present anymore. Especially not around Michael."

It took some time, but Mel's mind eventually succumbed to the exhaustion and before she knew it she'd wandered off into dreamland.

Stu though, Stu wasn't asleep like Mel had thought. He was simply so deeply lost in thought that he appeared as if he were sleeping. For his mind, too, was racing. For the first time, he was starting to question his decision to open up their marriage. He thought back to the changes that had taken place in his life that led up to this moment.

Fifteen years ago when Stu and Mel first met, he was working an absolute dead-end job. Although he'd managed to get in a couple years of college right after graduating high school, he ran out of money and had to take a job if he wanted to continue his education.

"I'll go back and finish off my degree as soon as I can," he always told himself. But five years later, he was still at the same job and still not back in school. Time had just gotten away from him it seemed.

That's when Mel started showing up at his restaurant. For Stu, it was instant infatuation. Mel had a beauty about her that struck him dumb whenever he saw her. As shift manager at the local fast food hang out, he often catered to students from the same college he'd once attended. He'd even seen a few of them enter his restaurant for the first time as freshmen and eventually visit for the last time as they graduated and moved on to the great wide open world of opportunity - every one of them a reminder of Stu's failure to finish college himself.

But when Mel started showing up, it revived within him with a new feeling of satisfaction with life. It took time, but they became friends and after a couple of years, that friendship started to get a bit more serious. They started dating and within a year, they were engaged.

It wasn't long after their marriage that Mel graduated and was starting to receive offers in various locales around the country. The one with the highest potential and the nicest benefits, though, was a government job in a small gambling town. They packed their bags and headed for the future together.

The bliss didn't last long. Stu's lack of skills and education kept him from being able to find any work in the small town where they now lived. Despite it being an attraction for gambling tourism, meaning there was plenty of work in the various casinos, none of them suited Stu very well and he spent the first few years of their marriage bouncing from dead-end job to dead-end job.

This essentially left Mel as the primary bread winner. The blow to Stu's ego was heavier than he would ever admit to, but it unquestionably had its affect on him. With Mel out of the house for her job, leaving Stu alone with nothing to entertain him but his thoughts on many a day, Stu's ego began to shrink even more. That shrinking ego led to anger, jealousy, and paranoia.

He started to spy on Mel by installing tracking software on her phone, allowing him to not only see where she was at all times using her phone's GPS, but he also read all her text messages, tracked her browsing history, and read her emails.

Finally, it all came to a head. Stu's paranoia led to him to start accusing Mel of cheating. It was all untrue and Mel vehemently denied any wrong doing, but that didn't matter to Stu. He'd lost all trust. All either of them could do was watch as the marriage started to crumble.

Mel begged Stu to enter couple's counseling. He was resistant at first, but finally relented. The therapist almost immediately recognized the problems Stu's paranoia was causing and recommended a trial separation. Stu agreed without hesitation. Why, after all, would he want to stay with a girl who wasn't going to be faithful to him?

But as soon as he was on his own, he began to recognize how important Mel was to him and how much he needed her in his life. After only a couple weeks, he started begging her to let him move back in. But she refused, insisting it couldn't happen until she could recognize real change in him and he could show that he'd faced and expelled the imaginary demons that were haunting him.

Begging turned to angry demands which persisted to the point that Mel had no choice but to take out a no-contact order against him. She hated to do it. She loved Stu more than life itself, but she just couldn't have his destructive influence in her life. After that, Stu fell into a deep depression. It prevented him from caring about anything, eventually leading to the loss of yet another job. His reputation for unreliability began to spread around the small town and nobody would hire him anymore. He started spending most of his days lying in bed thinking about the past, cursing himself for being a screw up, and wishing he could go back and make things right.

Then one day, it hit him. It hit him like a brick to the face. If Stu wanted Mel back in his life, he needed to become a man that was worth being with. A life that would make him desirable to the woman he loved so much. It was time to fix his life rather than lamenting about the one that was now gone. His focus switched from a past that was set in stone to a future that was as yet unwritten.

Already 30 years old at this point, he finally made the decision to go back to school. He started attending a university in the town over. To help pay for it, he responded to an ad from a professor who was experimenting with, of all things, LSD. It wasn't exactly what Stu would have preferred, but he needed the money and agreed to be a test subject. How bad could it be anyway? He figured the worst case scenario was he'd hallucinate that he was an eagle, try to fly out of the professor's lab and be richer, both literally and figuratively, for the experience.

But it had also been 10 years since Stu was last in college and things had changed. All new students were now required to take an Ethics and Morals class. Ethics and Morals? Seriously? All Stu cared about was finishing off his computer science degree and thought it was ridiculous to force a class about human morality on everyone. But he was committed to getting his life back together and winning Mel back.

What Stu didn't realize was how that class and the LSD experiments would change the course of his life forever.

During the day, Stu would attend class. In the afternoon, he'd study. In the evening, he was getting high on LSD in the name of medical science. What he came to find was that the Ethics and Morals class was almost entirely a philosophy course. They studied history's greatest thinkers from Socrates to Bertrand Russell and beyond.

Learning philosophy for the first time was helping Stu to think in ways he never had before while the LSD was causing his mind to ask questions he'd never considered before. Questions like "Who am I?", "Why do I exist?", "What was before creation?", and "What is the purpose of existence?"

After just six weeks into the LSD study, Stu could feel that he was an entirely different man. The hallucinogen wasn't just causing him to hallucinate about being a bird; it was also causing a huge upwelling of empathy and understanding about humanity that he'd never experienced before then.

During one session, started right after he'd been studying hard for an upcoming quiz on existentialist philosophers like Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, Dostoevsky, Satre, and the like - his mind already filled with questions that had no answers - the LSD started to take effect. Very suddenly he was thrown into the past. But instead of being an active participant - something that he once fantasized about being able to do - he was instead only there as an observer.

There he was, standing in the apartment he and Mel once shared. He watched himself at the computer, spying on the woman he claimed to love and trust, becoming enraged with jealously without cause or reason. He watched some more as Mel came home and Stu's past self began to argue with her, accusing her of all sorts of wrong doings.

Why? Why was the past Stu behaving this way? Couldn't he see what he was doing? Couldn't he see the look of despair on Mel's face? The look of sadness as she stood there and took crushing blow after crushing blow to her self esteem and ego while he berated her so undeservedly?

Then present Stu watched as past Mel and past Stu began to slowly dissipate, their structure coming apart at the subatomic level, those particles eventually swirling together and flying up through the ceiling and into the sky. They continued on into the sun. The sun itself began to disperse. Stu's field of view began to widen until he could see the entire universe.

He watched in horror as everything began to dissipate and spread apart. Then suddenly, it all stopped, as if time itself had ceased. There was total silence. Strangely, Stu felt at peace in that moment.

But soon enough, that peace was broken as the particles began to move again. Only this time they all started moving toward a central point. Faster and faster they flew, coming together to form a super massive black hole that grew in strength with each piece of matter it sucked up.

Then the black hole collapsed in on itself and everything vanished. There was nothingness. Suddenly, a blindingly bright light. Matter was flung out in every direction. All that matter, moving in perfect accordance with the laws that govern the very fabric of space-time itself, began to form into such arrangements as to cause the igniting of the first stars. Those first stars exploded, flinging out new matter which reformed to create more stars, which went on to create more matter, and on and on it went until the Earth itself was created, life formed, and eventually he watched Mel be born, grow up, get married to him, experience the pain of their marriage, and then separate.

Then he saw her, alone in the dark, weeping.

Stu awoke with a start.

"Are you alright?" the lab assistant asked.

"Uh, yeah. I think I am," Stu replied. "I really do think I am!"

That insane vision caused Stu to realize that he was connected with Mel in a way that he'd never realized before. That she and he were both children of stars, of the universe itself. He realized that his paranoid attempts to control Mel with force were ultimately doomed to failure. The only way he could win her back was by letting her be who the universe made her to be. Any attempt to prevent that was to fight against nature itself. If he wanted Mel's respect he would need to first convince the universe to respect him. And that was going to have to be earned.

And that's when everything changed. He immediately wrote a letter to Mel, apologizing for everything and telling her that he was a changed man.

Mel was hesitant. She wanted to see that Stu truly was a changed man. That he wasn't going to try and control her life anymore or let paranoia and jealousy ruin their happiness. They took things slowly, started dating again, reacquainting themselves with each other over the period of about a year.

Stu committed himself fully to his college studies. He took a part time job as a loathsome telemarketer to help cover costs and used grants and loans to cover the rest. By the end of his third year, he'd managed to earn a bachelor's in computer science and found a job locally that paid well. Mel's trust grew and soon they were back together.

That first night back together, they made love for the first time as their new selves starting a new life together - again.

"I had an amazing experience at college Sweetie," Stu told Mel that first night. "I realized that we are all connected, and when I was the way that I was toward you before, I wasn't just harming you, I was harming myself. I was harming the universe and everything in it."

"Okay," Mel started hesitantly.

"I think we should have an open marriage," Stu blurted out.

Mel was shocked. They'd just gotten back together and already he was talking about sleeping with other women?

Stu sensed Mel's distress. "No, no, it's not like that," he stammered. "I'm not interested in being with anyone but you. I just..." he wasn't sure he could express his feelings in words. Spoken language seemed so inadequate. "I trust you, Sweetie. I want you to be free. I don't want you to ever feel any obligation to do anything other than what it is that you want to do. And if I do my part right, if I love you the way a man should love a woman of your caliber, if I do that right then you'll never feel a desire to hurt me or to ever be with anyone else, just like you've always loved me and treated me in a way that I've never wanted to be with anyone but you."

Mel's eyes began to tear up. "Of course I'll never want to be with anyone else! I love you so much baby!"

That was five years ago, and their life had been bliss ever since. But what happened last night? What changed that caused Mel to stray? What had happened that made Stu okay with it? This was something they were going to need to work out.

Stu tried to work up the courage to bring it up with Mel over the weekend, but always found an excuse to put it off. By the time Monday rolled around, he still hadn't been able to bring himself to broach the subject. Mel herself felt a little awkward about the whole thing as well - now that she was sober. She was surprised that Stu had encouraged her to fantasize about being with another man, especially considering his past jealousy. What was going on with both of them? What did this mean for their marriage?

It was Monday now. Focus needed to be back on work. Mel kissed Stu goodbye and headed out the door. Stu's job allowed him to stay home where he'd write line after line of computer code for the mobile-apps company he now worked for. It was nice as it allowed for a lot of freedom. So long as he was meeting his deadlines, everything was kosher.

But today, he was finding it hard to concentrate. He kept playing the film in his mind of Mel and Michael together. Why couldn't he stop thinking about it? And more importantly, why was it turning him on? He once would have been enraged with jealousy over it. Had he really changed that much? Had he become so open and comfortable with himself and his place in the universe that Mel being with another man was perfectly fine with him now?

He shook his head. Part of him didn't want to go there; didn't want to even entertain the tiniest thought of her going any further with someone else. But was that his past, intolerant, selfish, jealous self talking?

Stu got up. He needed to focus. Maybe a hit off a blunt would clear his mind. A psychological addiction to pot turned out to be a strange side effect of the LSD study he took part in years ago. After the study was over, he found that he missed the way of thinking the LSD induced in him.

But LSD was illegal and, if Stu were to be honest about it, a bit too intense for daily use. Marijuana on the other hand was medicinally legal in his state and a lot easier on the mind. Getting a prescription was as simple as connecting with a doctor over a Skype call and, before he knew it, he was experimenting with various strains, trying to find the one that would open his mind to the universe like it once was when he was on LSD.

He never quite got there, but over time he became very comfortable with marijuana. It helped him relax and the right strains actually helped him focus and become more creative while others sent his mind reeling into the depths and despair of existentialism. "Despair" might be too strong of a word. It was a bit anguishing, but Stu didn't mind because it forced him to face everything that he'd been subconsciously avoiding his entire life. Doing so allowed him to come out the other side a stronger, mentally-healthier person.

As he took a deep inhale, he laid back and relaxed, letting his mind open. He thought about all the times he'd fantasized about being with another woman. Mel knew about it and didn't mind. But if it was okay for him to fantasize, what made Mel's fantasy so wrong? If they were equal in their relationship as he would often claim they were, then what's okay for one must be okay for the other.

And furthermore, what is sex any way? Stu remembered the time he purchased a massage package for Mel on their anniversary. He never had an issue with Mel getting her back rubbed. Wasn't sex simply a massage in which instead of hands on the back it was a penis in the vagina?

Obviously it's not the same, right? They're different, aren't they? Maybe Stu had taken too large of a hit to be thinking about this kind of thing.

Over on Mel's end, having to face Michael after everything that had happened made things a bit awkward. Especially with him being her supervisor. She was starting to realize how unsafe it was for them to get physical.

She had to admit though, feeling his excitement at receiving sexual attention from her... she didn't feel bad at all. In fact, it excited her that she had that kind of power over him. It didn't hurt that he worked hard to keep his body in shape.

But that didn't matter. They needed to talk about what happened and set some boundaries.

"Michael," she said when they had a moment alone in the office, "we need to talk."

Michael's shoulders drooped as he sat at his desk, staring at his computer monitor. "I know."

"I told Stu what happened," Mel started.

"Oh," Michael said, suddenly perking up, "you did?"

"Of course I did. Stu and I are completely open and honest with each other. Didn't you tell Rachel?"

Michael just shook his head slowly. "She'd kill me if she knew what I did."

"Well, I guess that's even more reason for us to talk about this and make sure it doesn't happen again. I'm not out to harm anyone else's marriage, especially not that of my friends."

"I agree," Michael replied. "It's just that..."

"I know," Mel finished for him. "It's hard for me too." She looked over his body, remembering what it looked like naked - she'd hung on to that picture he'd sent her even though she knew she probably shouldn't - and remembering how nice it felt to have his rock hard cock in her hand. It'd been awhile since Stu had been that hard. Youth definitely had its advantages.

"Yeah, but you get to go home and have sex tonight. I don't have any sort of pressure-release valve other than my hand. I love Rachel more than anything, but my god is it hard. I feel like I'm a teenager again. Sex is all I can think of."

Mel wasn't going to admit it, but ever since she hit her mid 30's, she'd gone through hormonal changes that made her teen-level horny too. "Wow, that must be hard," she replied. She couldn't help but wonder how much time he spent thinking about her. She wanted to ask... "No, no!" she thought to herself. "I can't encourage anything between us."

"So you think about it a lot then?" Mel let slip out. Oops.

"It's all I think about."

"Mmhm," Mel replied. She pursed her lips, forcing them shut so she wouldn't say any more.

The rest of the week went by mostly uneventfully. Joyce would complain that her husband wanted sex too often which always caused Michael to roll his eyes in sympathetic understanding for her husband. Wayne would try and convince Joyce to stop denying who she was and Joyce would always respond with something about offending God.

And Michael and Mel would flirt lightly, being careful not to cross unspoken of lines. Mel was naturally flirtatious, and so the office flirting wasn't anything new. They just knew now that it had to stay the way it had always been, no further.




Mel's First Affair Ch. 02



But then Friday arrived. By 5:00 the place had pretty much cleared out, but Michael and Mel were left behind as they were working together, capping off the finishing touches to an assignment they'd been given last minute.

Mel called Michael over to her desk to take a look at the layout on a press release they were working on. He walked over and leaned in to take a look.

"Yeah, that looks good," he said.

Mel inhaled deeply. "Mm," she cooed.

"What?" Michael asked.

"You smell good." Michael stood up and stepped back. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she apologized.

"I understand," he replied. "It's harder when we're alone, isn't it?" Mel nodded her head in agreement. "Well, go ahead and finalize those changes and then drop it onto my shared drive. Then we can call it a week."

Mel finished up and shut her computer off. "Okay then, I guess I'll see you next week."

"Okay. I'm just going to put the finishing touches on so I'll be here a bit more. Enjoy your weekend."

Mel headed for the door and stepped out. Suddenly, she had the urge to pee. It was a 20-minute drive home - probably 30 with traffic - and she figured she'd better empty the bladder first. She stepped back in and let the door close.

As soon as Michael heard the door close, he climbed underneath his desk to plug his phone into the computer's USB port. Now that everybody was gone, he was going to get some satisfaction.

As Mel headed back through the office, she didn't notice Michael anywhere. She figured he'd just stepped into the next room for a break.

By the time Michael had crawled back out, Mel had already passed through unnoticed.

Mel walked into the lady's bathroom and quickly took care of business. Even though the day hadn't been particularly stressful, knowing that she was going to have the weekend with Stu got her hormones rolling and she was already starting to feel frisky.

She washed up and walked back towards the office. As she approached the entryway, she could hear heavy breathing. A familiar sort of heavy breathing. Was that Michael and was he doing what it sounded like he was doing?

She slowly snuck up and poked her head around the corner. Sure enough, there was Michael, cock out, fully erect and fully exposed. He moaned as he gently stroked himself. Mel gasped lightly at the sight. She wanted to turn away, but couldn't. Her hand fell to her crotch where she could feel her clit swelling. She didn't want to - but, oh yes, she did. She began to rub herself lightly, staring at Michael's hard cock as it wavered back and forth with each stroke of his strong hand.

"Oh Mel," he moaned.

"What?" Mel wondered to herself. "Did he just call out my name?" Hearing him call out for her in the throes of ecstasy gave her a rush, instantly causing her pussy juices to start flowing.

She tore her eyes from Michael's cock long enough to see what he had on the computer screen that he was masturbating to. What she saw gave her a thrill she couldn't remember feeling in recent history. Right there, right out in the open on full screen, was the first picture she had texted him when they were at the bar the previous week.

Set on an automated slideshow, it switched next to the second picture she'd sent, then to couple photos of her in swimsuits that looked like he'd grabbed off her Facebook profile.

"My god," she thought to herself, "he does think about me!" It turned her on even more. She had to walk through the office to get to the exit and go home, but she didn't want to embarrass Michael. It would actually be more embarrassing to her in all honesty. But she also wasn't content to just stand there and wait. She quickly headed back to the bathroom.

Entering a stall, she dropped her pants and sat down. Spreading her legs, she gradually slid a hand down her stomach and to her pussy lips. She shut her eyes, remembering in distinct detail what she had just witnessed, hearing the moans, seeing his powerful hand slide up and down his erect penis, hearing him call out her name.

She imagined what it looked like when he came. Semen squirting everywhere. The look on his face as he gasped and sighed in pure, rapturous euphoria. She came hard and moaned deeply herself, letting out the breath she didn't realize she'd been holding for the last several seconds. "Oh dear god Michael," she whispered to herself.

Cleaning up, she could hear someone enter the men's bathroom next door. It had to be Michael. She quickly snuck out before he finished.

A half hour later as Mel pulled into her drive way, she sat there for a moment wondering if she was going to tell Stu about this latest incident. She should, right? That's what being in an open and honest relationship is all about after all. But they hadn't actually done anything, so there was nothing to tell, right?

Finally, she got out and walked into the house. Stu was at the door, welcoming her home with a hug and a kiss. "How was your day?" he asked.

"Uneventful," she replied. Pausing, she then added, "That's not entirely true."

"Oh?" Stu was at once both worried and excited about what he was about to hear.

"Can you pour me a drink first?"

"Of course Sweetie."

"You might want to have some of your prescription medicine to help you relax." She was referring to marijuana, of course.

Okay. Now he was really worried. And really excited. He quickly poured a drink and broke out the water pipe. As Mel finished off her glass, Stu smoked off a whole bowl in a short minute. That did the trick. He was feeling about as open minded as one could get. The liquid courage had helped Mel calm her nerves a little too.

"So..." Mel began.

"So," Stu replied.

"It was just me and Michael in the office during the last hour. It was hard to resist, but we did good."

"Okay," Stu replied, almost disappointed.

"Michael thought that I'd left, but I'd just gone to the bathroom. And when I returned..." she paused again. "And when I returned, I caught him masturbating at his desk."

"Okay..."

"He didn't notice me, but I saw everything."

"And how did that make you feel?"

"I didn't want it to, but it turned me on."

"You enjoyed watching him then? Enjoyed watching him stroke his cock in front of you?"

"Yes," she replied sheepishly.

Stu leaned in and pulled Mel in close to him, lightly kissing her on the lips before hugging her tightly. "It's okay Sweetie."

They held each other for a moment, then slowly released. "Are you still turned on?" Stu whispered softly.

Mel nodded her head.

Stu grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head, then started working on unbuttoning her pants. Mel returned the favor, pulling his pants off his hips and grabbing his bulging cock through his briefs.

Stu knelt down and, pulling her pants and panties down just enough to expose her wet pussy lips, he excitedly inhaled her musky scent before sliding his tongue across her clit and down to her pussy where he pushed his tongue as far inside of her as he could.

Mel gasped hard as she grabbed Stu's head and pushed it harder into her aching crotch. "I need you baby," she cried.

Stu stood back up and they quickly began to undress each other. Now fully naked, Mel laid back onto the bed where Stu climbed on top of her. He began rubbing the tip of his cock across her pussy lips, spreading the wetness to her swollen clit causing her to cry out in anticipation.

"What else," Stu breathed into Mel's ear.

"Oh my god," Mel cried, "I need you inside me, please!"

"Tell me what else," he persisted. He wasn't even sure there was more to tell, but oddly, he hoped that there was.

"He was masturbating to pictures of me," she finally confessed.

"Oh Sweetie," Stu moaned. "What else?"

"It turned me on so much..."

"Uh huh?"

"...I went into the bathroom and started masturbating."

"And...?"

"And..." Mel hesitated. "And I secretly hoped he'd walk in on me and catch me touching myself."

Right then, Stu pushed himself up inside of her, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

"Oh god," she cried. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes!" she continued crying as Stu began slowly stroking her insides. "Ahh, ahh... Michael," she whimpered.

Upon hearing that, Stu began pounding her harder and harder as her moans and whimpers turned to screams.

This wasn't going to help make the following week any less awkward.



Mel's First Affair Ch. 03



Michael climbed under his desk to plug his smart phone into the USB port of his work computer. As he fiddled with getting the USB plug into the correct orientation, he thought he heard someone walk through the office. He poked his head out and looked around, but the office was empty.

Considering what he was planning to do, he walked out into the hallway just to be absolutely sure. Still nothing. Shrugging his shoulders, he returned to his workstation and accessed his phone's storage via the computer's interface. There he highlighted four specific images and set them to open via the computer's slideshow program which would automatically pan through each of the images every few seconds.

The first image popped up. It was a picture of Mel at the pool of one of the casinos in their town. In a one-piece swim suit, she was looking bashful, embarrassed at having her photo taken.

Michael started rubbing his thighs, slowly inching closer to his crotch with each stroke. Just seeing Mel like that, all that skin exposed, knowing that there was nothing covering that insanely sexy body but a thin piece of body-hugging nylon, the blood was already quickly flowing into his sex-starved penis.

The picture switched to another image of Mel at the pool, but this time she wasn't looking so bashful. Instead she was teasingly pulling her top down, exposing just the tops of her breasts and showing a little cleavage. It was still less skin than you'd see from a lot of other swimsuits, but it was the tease - having the imagination wonder what more was under there - that made it hot for Michael.

Michael undid his pants and reached in to rub his now rock-hard unit through the white cotton that separated hand from cock. As the image switched again and the first picture that Mel had texted to him the previous Friday night came up, he began to slowly slide his briefs down.

As his fully-engorged manhood strained against the fabric, so full it was actually painful, Michael slipped the waistband over his tip. His cock sprung out with enough force to slap against his belly before settling in to its normal 60-degree angle. Michael leaned back into his chair just enough to have it pointing straight up at the ceiling.

He began stroking lightly, using just the tips of his fingers at first. Precum was already starting to slowly flow out his tip.

The image on his computer screen changed again to the second image Mel had sent him later that same night. Upon seeing Mel fully nude with nothing to cover her breasts and pussy but strategically placed, petite little hands, Michael instinctively flexed his cock, causing some of the precum to squirt out. He had flexed so hard that the precum flew a good two feet or more into the air before coming back down and landing on the black shirt that covered his stomach. Michael hadn't been this hard and this horny since his honeymoon.

He grabbed his cock with a full fist now and began stroking in earnest. The slideshow returned back to the first image, starting the cycle over again. As each new image came up, each revealing more skin than the one before, Michael's excitement grew, sending him ever closer to the edge.

He began to moan. By the time the images began to cycle through a third time, his excitement grew from the anticipation of what he was going to get to see in the next image. His moans began to grow more frequent and more audible. As it reached the fourth image, he shut his eyes tight, leaned back hard, and cried out, "Oh Mel!"

Now, instead of watching the images, he imagined that Mel was there with him, that she hadn't actually left at all but had been watching him the whole time.

In his fantasy, he catches her out of the corner of his eye. Startled, he turns towards her, fully-erect cock in hand. She looks embarrassed. Confidently, he asks her, "Do you like what you see?"

Mel stares, her face red. "You got to watch me," he starts again, not waiting for an answer, "it's only fair I get to watch you."

Mel slowly slides a hand over her pants and to her crotch. Biting her lower lip and tipping her head back slightly as her swollen clit makes contact through the fabric, she moans. "Did you like what you saw?" she asks as she eyes the slideshow happening on Michael's computer. Michael responds only by starting to rub his manhood again.

Mel slips her hand inside the waistband of her pants, inside her panties, making bare contact with her pussy lips, now soaking wet in anticipation. Michael stands and moves toward her. Putting a hand behind her head and pushing her up against the wall, he uses his other hand to grab Mel's arm.

Pulling it from her pants, he draws it up to his mouth. Taking her fingers into his mouth, he can taste her musky wetness on his tongue. Mel gasps, "Oh Michael!" as he pulls her arm back down, sliding his hand to meet hers and forcing her fingers to wrap around his visibly throbbing cock which she begins to stroke ever so lightly.

Pulling her head towards his, he plants a hard kiss on her lips, introducing his tongue to her mouth as he simultaneously starts to unbutton her pants. Sliding his hand inside of her panties, he finds her hard clit, swollen with excitement.

As he pulls his head back from an intense kiss, Mel looks him in the eyes and whispers, "Make me cum Michael. I want you to make me cum."

"Cum with me," he replies.

Mel starts to stroke him harder and faster as Michael inserts two fingers into the wet mess her pussy is making. Suddenly, her quiet moans turn louder, her knees start to buckle, and her jaw drops as she cries out in a frenzied bliss, "Oh yes! Yes Michael!"

"Cum for me Mel!" he cries back.

And right at that moment, returning to the real world, cum came spraying from Michael's tip with unexpected force. A stream of semen reached all the way to his neck, leaving a wet line down the entire length of his shirt.

"Oh god Mel!" he cried as a second stream came bursting through. And a third, and finally a fourth that barely spilt out onto his hand. "Oh my god he gasped," as his body shook, every muscle tightening as it attempted to expel every last sperm from his balls that had been aching for release for days.

"Oh... fuck," he sighed again as he started to come down off the most intense natural high he could ever remember experiencing. He looked down at his shirt.

"Oh fuck," he repeated, this time with concern. "If I can't get that out and Rachel sees it when I get home..."

Michael quickly grabbed his pants, pulling them up just enough and rushed awkwardly out into the hallway. Just as he was about to enter the men's bathroom, he thought he heard something.

"Was that the sound of a woman's moan?" he asked himself. Maybe he was still reeling from the intense ride he'd just gotten off from. Then he heard another. "That can't just be my imagination," he thought to himself.

He slowly waddled over to the doorway of the women's bathroom. Placing his hand on the door, he propped it open just enough to get a better listen. What he heard next blew his mind.

In a low whisper he swore he heard someone say, "Oh dear god Michael!" Michael froze. Was that Mel? For just a moment he thought about walking in and acting surprised to see Mel standing there, pants down around her ankles, two fingers buried deep inside her pussy as she moaned his name.

"No," he thought to himself, shaking his head in an attempt to joggle the thoughts free from his mind. He'd already gone too far. He didn't want to betray Rachel any more than he already had. He changed his mind and quickly moved into the men's bathroom. He stomped around a bit and turned on the faucet, hoping Mel, or whoever it was in the women's bathroom, would hear that he was in there.

Then he moved back to the door and, barely propping it open, hoped to get a peek at the other bathroom's patron as she made her way out. It wasn't long before he saw Mel quickly walk past. His jaw dropped. It was her! What was she doing in there calling out his name? Was she masturbating too? Was she imagining him while doing it?

It was almost too much to handle. He looked down. His penis was starting to fill up again. Before he knew it, it was fully engorged and ready for another round. "My god Mel," he whispered. "Look at what you do to me!" He wandered back to the running faucet and tried to clean up his shirt as best he could. "I sure hope that doesn't show."

After waiting a moment to make sure Mel had time to leave, he walked back out to the office. There on his computer, the slideshow was still running. His erection hadn't even fully dissipated and it was filling back up again. He sat down in Mel's chair, unzipped his pants to once again free his manhood, and took a dick pic with his phone.

He then texted the photo to Rachel. "This is coming home to you right now," he typed out. "I hope you're ready.

It had literally been months since they had actual penis-in-vagina sex. Rachel's condition just made sex uncomfortable for her and so she was rarely in the mood. But come hell or highwater, Michael needed it tonight.

"Oh my!" Rachel quickly replied back.

Michael hurriedly pulled his pants up, locked up the office, and quickly rushed for home.

The whole drive home Michael could feel his cock pressing against his pants, crying out to be freed. The thought of having actual, real sex with Rachel and the adrenaline rush that still lingered from his fantasy session earlier, not to mention having heard his fantasy girl call out his name, was driving him to the brink of insanity.

As he pulled into his driveway, Michael took a deep breath. "Okay," he thought to himself, "let's do this."

He stepped into the house and called out for Rachel. "I'm in here," she called from the bedroom. Fingers crossed that she was laying there naked waiting for him, he quickly headed towards her voice.

He walked in and saw Rachel standing there. Not naked, but a simple tug on her bathrobe belt and she would be. Michael's already hard cock flexed, trying again to break free. But then he noticed the look on Rachel's face.

"Um, what's that?" she asked pointing at his shirt.

Michael looked down. He noticed, with horror, a dried white streak running all the way up and down his black shirt. Damn! He forgot to double check it after it dried. What now?

"Um," he stammered.

Rachel laughed. "Did you do that at work?" she teased.

"Yes," Michael replied, head hanging in shame. He'd been busted. It was time to face the music.

Rachel stepped forward. Lifting a hand to the top of his shirt and slowly sliding her finger down, following the bright white path that lead to the source, she seductively asked, "Why don't you tell me about it?"

Michael was in panic mode. But Rachel, completely unaware of Michael's anxiety - she had no way of knowing what he'd just done after all - was hot from the thought of her husband masturbating while at work. She slid a hand down to his crotch and gave it a squeeze.

"What's wrong hon," she asked, noticing that he was now completely limp.

Michael, hanging his head and unable to look her in the eye, somberly answered, "I'm sorry Raych."

As badly as he'd wanted to have sex with Rachel just a few seconds ago, in the moment that he thought he'd been busted - although that clearly wasn't the case considering his wife's behavior now - his dick went limp as he thought about the repercussions of her finding out about his and Mel's minor infidelity the week before and the mental dalliance he'd just committed. It was time to get it off his chest, even if it meant no sex for another several months.

If he'd learned anything from his conversation with Mel about her open marriage, it was that openness and honesty were important to a marriage's success and happiness. It was time he treated their marriage with the respect it deserved.

"Sorry about what?" Rachel asked, becoming concerned. She stepped back. "What happened?"

"This," he started, pointing at the streak on his shirt, "I did this while fantasizing about Mel, not about you."

"Oh," Rachel replied, sounding relieved. "Okay. Well, I know that you fantasize about being with other women. And honestly, Mel would be my first choice for you to fantasize about."

"Really?" Michael asked, a little surprised. He knew that she knew that he fantasized about other women, but he thought she'd be upset if she knew he fantasized about one of her friends.

"Of course. I trust Mel and I don't think she'd do anything to hurt our marriage.

"Umm..." Michael faltered.

Rachel's face seemed to visibly droop as she assumed the worst. "Did you sleep with her?" she finally asked straightforwardly.

"No!" Michael answered. "No."

"But...?"

"But last week..."

"When you were at the bar together?"

Michael nodded shamefully. He took a deep breath and prepared himself. "We got a little too drunk and we fondled each other. Just through our clothes, that's all."

Rachel stumbled back a step, her knees starting to buckle for the wrong reasons. "I can't believe Mel would do that to me," she sobbed as she sat down on the edge of their bed.

"Raych, it was all me," Michael told her. It wasn't entirely true, but maybe he could at least save their friendship if he wasn't going to be able to save his marriage. "I was 100% the aggressor."

After having just convinced himself to be open and honest with Rachel, he did feel just a tiny pang of guilt at this little white lie.

Rachel didn't know what to think. She just sat there in silence for a moment, dazed by the news she'd just received.

Then finally, "Well, I guess she was drunk, right?"

"Very drunk. You know how much of a lightweight she is."

"You know, I'll be honest. I've thought about being with her a few times before."

Michael was taken aback a little. She'd mentioned that she was bi-curious before, but he never really took it seriously. He figured it was just a phase all women went through at one point or another and never thought much of it.

"I mean, she is pretty hot," she continued. "And, frankly, I don't blame her. I'd say that you're a pretty hard guy to resist." She stood back up and smiled. "Maybe this isn't such a bad thing. I know it's been hard on you being married to someone who can't always satisfy you."

"Raych, you've been amazing."

Seductively approaching her husband, her horniness suddenly - and a bit surprisingly - renewed, Rachel started to unbutton Michael's shirt to expose his muscular pecs.

"Why don't you tell me about how you got this stain?" she cooed piningly. She pulled his shirt off his shoulders and down his back, pinning his arms behind him.

"Uh, o... okay," Michael stuttered, surprised by Rachel's behavior.

As Rachel began to kiss his chest, Michael relayed to her how he'd gone through Mel's Facebook profile, searching for something hot to masturbate to. Rachel continued down Michael's chest, to his stomach, and finally began to rub his crotch as she dropped to her knees.

As Michael continued telling his story, Rachel could feel his cock starting to grow hard again. She undid his pants and slowly pulled his pulsating cock from its cotton prison. Grabbing his fat wood in both hands, she looked up at him and seductively asked, "Is this what you'd like for her to do?" as she took his manhood into her mouth, letting him penetrate as far as her throat would allow, then slowly sliding back off.

Michael gasped hard, forced to stop telling his story, and whimpered out a weak, "Oh my god, yes." He quickly pulled his arms from his shirt's sleeves, letting the garment fall to the floor. Grabbing Rachel's head, he maneuvered her mouth back onto his cock.

As she began to bob back and forth, Michael instinctively began to lightly thrust his hips.

"Aaahh... oohhh," he cried as whimpers grew into moans. "Rachel baby. Oh, Rachel, that feels so good.

Rachel stood to her feet and, stepping slowly backwards towards the bed, gave her robe's belt a tug. Leaning back and dropping her shoulders, her robe slipped slowly down her exquisite body, exposing her small but perky breasts and a pussy that was clearly wet. As she laid back on the bed, Michael quickly pulled his pants and underwear off his legs.

As Michael began to approach the bed, Rachel spread her legs for him. Michael dove in, burying his face in her dripping pussy. Rachel cried out in pleasure as he slid a finger inside of her while swirling his tongue around her clit.

"Michael," she cried out, "I want you inside of me. I want you inside of me right now!"

Michael lifted his head. With no hesitation, he excitedly climbed on top of her and began to rub his cock's head around her soft, pink pussy lips.

"Michael," she breathed softly into his ear.

"What is it Raych?" he asked.

"Imagine that I'm her."

Michael lifted his head and looked her in the eyes as if to say, "Are you sure?"

Rachel could sense the excitement of Michael's anticipation. "Close your eyes hon. Picture her."

Michael did as he was told, imagining that he was standing before Mel in her swimsuit. Grabbing her shoulders, he slowly slides the shoulders straps down her arms while kissing her neck. Her breasts popping out from beneath the tight-fitting cloth, he continues pulling until her crotch is exposed.

Slipping a finger inside of her, he imagines her moan, "Make me come Michael."

Michael rammed his cock hard into Rachel. Rachel cried out in both pleasure and pain. "That's it Michael," she whispered, wanting for Michael to imagine it was Mel saying it. "Fuck me hard!"

Michael began thrusting hard. And although it was painful for Rachel, she was so turned on by Michael's excitement she managed to overcome it and take in the pleasure.

It wasn't long before Michael could feel fresh semen pushing its way through his urethra. He gave a final, hard thrust, burying his cock as deep as it would go, flooding Rachel's pussy with his milky elixir, imaging right at that moment what Mel's cum face would look like if she were there with him.

Rachel came hard with him, excited at how turned on he was. She was glad to be able to give this moment to him.

Michael fell on top of Rachel, completely exasperated. "Thank you so much Raych," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you hon," she replied.

The next day, Michael awoke energized like he hadn't been in years. He and Rachel spent the day together, relentlessly flirting with each other like they did when they first started dating. For Michael, it was like a second sexual awakening.

That night, Michael was ready to go again. As they lie in bed together, he started fondling Rachel's body, eventually moving to heavy petting and kissing.

"Should we make it two nights in a row?" Michael asked.

"I'm sorry," Rachel apologized, a frown coming over her face. "After last night, I'm going to be sore for a month. I just don't think my body can handle it," she lamented.

"Oh," Michael replied, clearly disappointed.

Of course. He knew her well enough to know that there was no way she'd be able to handle a second night in a row. But he also never imagined she would've been able to take the pounding he gave her last night. He was hopeful, but not too surprised by her answer.

Rachel looked forlornly over at Michael. "Maybe we can try something else." She reached down and grabbed his cock, which was already fully hard and pitching a tall tent under the covers. She yanked the covers off, exposing his trembling wood, and moved her head down to meet it.

Giving his cock a slow, single lick, she stopped and looked up at him. "I want you to fuck Mel," she said.

Before Michael could even reply, she engulfed his manhood in her mouth and began to bob her head. Applying just the slightest of pressure from her teeth, it threw Michael into a frenzy. Throwing his head back, he accidentally let slip, "Oh Mel! Yes Mel, yes!"




Mel's First Affair Ch. 03



The spontaneous calling out of Mel's name made Rachel's pussy cream hard, surprising her that imagining Michael being with her good friend was turning her on like it was. She closed her eyes and continued sucking Michael's cock. Listening to his moans of pleasure and hearing him cry out for Mel, Rachel reached down and started to touch herself while playing her own fantasy of Mel's head, down at her crotch, licking up her wet juices.

"Oh my god, "I'm cumming!" Michael cried just as he released a full load into Rachel's mouth.

Once Michael was done flexing every last drop of semen from his body, Rachel slowly slid her mouth off and, looking up at Michael, opened her mouth to let him see as some of his cum escaped to slide down her chin. He watched, astonished, as she closed her mouth back up and swallowed it all in a single gulp.

"My god Raych," he gasped. "I love you so much."

The following week was going to be interesting.



Mel's First Affair Ch. 04



It was Monday again. Though Monday's are normally hated, for reasons I imagine you could guess Michael actually looked forward to going in to work today.

When he first walked into the office and saw Mel sitting at her desk, he immediately felt a wave of sexual excitement rush over his body. His cock started to tingle in that way it did when it wanted sex so badly it didn't know how to react.

Everything seemed normal, but there was definitely something different. Michael now knew that Mel fantasized about being with him. He knew that she was in an open marriage. And he knew that he now had the okay from Rachel to be with Mel.

Yep. The office environment was going to be different no matter how hard he might try to make it seem normal. Now that sex with Mel had moved from strictly fantasy to the realm of actual possibility, he was going to do his best to make it happen.

"Hey Wayne. Hey Joyce," Michael said as he walked in. Walking past Mel, he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Hey Mel," he said softly before sitting down at his desk.

"Hey," she replied back.

"I have something I need you to take a look at for me."

"Sure. Send it over."

Michael picked up his phone and sent a message to Mel. "It's something special just for you from me."

Mel's phone buzzed and she took a look. After seeing the message, she turned to eye Michael. He shot back a smile and texted, "Do you still want to see it?"

"That depends. What is it that I might want to see?" she replied back with a winking emoticon.

"My cock."

"Lol! Even if I wanted your cock, you and I both know I can't have it."

"So... is that a yes?"

Mel stared at her phone for a minute before replying. "Maybe," with another wink.

"Okay then," Michael typed out. Attaching the picture of his cock that he took Friday night, his thumb hovered over the send button. Looking over at Mel, busily typing away at her computer, he finally took a deep breath, hit the send button, and hoped for the best.

As Mel's phone buzzed again, she quickly picked it up to see what Michael had to say now. She knew she was supposed to be keeping her distance, but it was just harmless flirting, right? Maybe it was getting a little more intense than usual, but they could handle it. Then she opened the message.

Staring her in the face was Michael's rock hard, fully erect, huge cock staring at her. Her face instantly turned red as she quickly backed out of her messaging program to ensure no one else would accidentally see what she had just seen and set her phone down on her desk.

Michael eyed her for a reaction. But she just sat there silently, unmoving. "Great," he thought to himself. "I shouldn't have moved so fast."

Suddenly, grabbing her phone, Mel stood up and walked out into the hallway.

"This is not going well," Michael thought. The best he could hope for now was for Mel to not file a sexual harassment claim against him. "That was so stupid," he berated himself. "Why did I do that?"

Mel ran to the bathroom and sat down in the stall farthest from the entrance, the one that would afford the most privacy in case anyone else came in. She opened up her text program and took another look at Michael's hard cock. Having a picture of it and not having to worry about getting caught, she could examine it as long and as hard as she wanted. She zoomed in close, panning up and down, taking in every curve, every line, every bulging blood vessel, wondering what it would feel like to have it inside of her. It was making her wet.

Her phone buzzed again. It was Michael. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."

Mel looked at the picture again. Wait, was that her chair he was sitting in? She shot a text message back asking him.

"Yes. I'm sorry if that weirds you out. I didn't mean for... I didn't... I guess I was just thinking with the wrong head." He was trying hard to smooth things over.

"When did you have the opportunity to take that picture?" she asked.

"Last Friday after you guys had all left." He knew that she had actually stayed behind, but he also knew that she didn't know that he knew. He didn't want to make things any worse by letting on that he was well aware that she had actually gone to the bathroom to masturbate while fantasizing about him.

Mel looked at the picture again. Now she knew that he had taken the picture on the same night he had masturbated to pictures of her. Remembering that was making her even hotter. She reached down and started rubbing herself on the outside of her pants.

"So, what were you doing all by yourself with your pants down?" Mel texted. She knew exactly what he was doing, but she wasn't going to let on. Not yet any way.

Michael stared at Mel's message. How was he going to respond to this? He was already in deep. Without her there in the office for him to see, he had no idea if she was asking because she was upset and was gathering information to file a complaint, or if she was asking flirtatiously.

"Come on," Mel texted again, "tell me." This time she included a wink.

Okay. Maybe she was flirting. It was risky, but he figured it couldn't get much worse. If she filed a complaint with just that picture alone, he'd be fired on the spot. May as well take the leap.

"I was masturbating," he told her.

The conversation was turning her on more and more. She wanted him to fully confess. "To porn or what?" she sent back, reaching into her pants for more direct stimulation.

"Not exactly."

"Then what exactly?" Mel quickly replied as she started to rub her clit more vigorously.

She was fishing, and Michael could tell. The question was whether or not she was fishing for something specific because she knew what he had done. She was there when he did it after all. Had she seen him masturbating? Was that what turned her on so much that she couldn't wait to go home and be with Stu, but instead had to take care of business right then and there?

That's when Katie, the office manager, walked out from her office which was a separate room from the office that all her employees shared. "Wayne," she said, "I've got an off-sight assignment for you."

As Katie explained the assignment to Wayne, Michael sent a reply to Mel, "Naughty pictures of this super sexy girl I know."

Wayne got up and headed out the door. "Joyce," Katie said, "come see me in my office please." Joyce got up and followed Katie into her office and shut the door behind them.

"I see," Mel texted back to Michael. "Do I know this girl?"

"Maybe. Quite possibly."

"Tell me," Mel insisted. His slow confession was driving her crazy. She wanted to him to say it. Just the thought of him confessing was bringing her to the breach of orgasm. She quickly undid her pants and pulled them down to her ankles, exposing her pussy to the open air. Spreading her legs, she started rubbing her soaking wet lips as she excitedly anticipated Michael's response.

"It was you," the response finally came. Upon seeing the confession, a jolt of adrenaline shot through her body as she gasped lightly, bringing on a feeling so similar to what she felt when she first caught him just a few days ago.

"Did I make you cum?"

"I came so hard I nearly squirt semen all the way up to my face."

"Oh yes," Mel whispered quietly to herself, imagining what that must've looked like. She brought up the camera app on her phone. Sliding her middle finger into her aching pussy, she snapped a photo.

"I have a confession to make," she texted to him.

"Confess, my daughter," Michael replied, pretending to be a priest.

Mel attached the photo she'd just taken and typed out, "This is what I'm doing right now, imagining you watching me," but then hesitated on sending it. "Fuck it," she finally said to herself. "I can live a little." She quickly hit the send button, not giving herself the chance to change her mind.

As her phone showed the message sending, everything suddenly seemed to slow down. She could practically see the air shimmering as the data left her phone and entered the atmosphere. She immediately began to question her decision as well as every decision she'd made in regards to her flirtatious advances towards Michael up to that point.

"What now?" she wondered to herself. "Where does the flirting go from here?" She was starting to think that this was taking it too far. They both had broken the agreement they'd made to avoid exactly this just a week earlier.

Back in the office, Michael took a look at Mel's most recent message. "Holy..." he said out loud, nearly falling out of his chair. His cock instantly hardened.

Looking around at the empty office, he stood up and walked over to Katie's office door and listened. All he could hear were some muffled sounds. He knocked lightly. After hearing some shuffling, he heard Katie call out, "Come in!"

He opened the door and poked his head in to see Katie and Joyce sitting at opposite sides of her desk. "Oh," he said, "are you going to be a bit?"

"Give us a few more minutes," Katie replied.

"No problem," Michael said, shutting the door. He didn't actually need anything from Katie. He just wanted to make sure that he was going to have some privacy for a minute.

Back in the bathroom, Mel was wondering why Michael wasn't talking to her anymore. Now she was really starting to question her decision. But then her phone buzzed with Michael's reply.

"See what you did to me?" she read. Attached was a picture of his cock. This time, he'd just lifted up his waistband to should his now-fully erect penis, the head of which was peering out the top of his briefs.

Seeing that suddenly threw Mel back into horny mode. She was so hot and bothered now that she could barely think straight. All logic and rationale went straight out the window as she texted back, "I'm thinking about you watching me," then closed her eyes and started imagining that he was in the stall with her, watching and getting turned on as she started rubbing herself again.

Upon receiving that message, Michael just couldn't take it anymore. He got up and headed out into the hallway and straight for the women's bathroom. Propping the door open just enough to stick his head in, he quietly called out, "Mel?"

In the stall, Mel was caught off guard. Hearing Michael's voice, knowing he was just feet away, she felt a rush of excitement hit her like a lightning bolt flowing through her body, causing her pussy to spill juice all over her finger which was buried deep inside her. She involuntarily let out a moan.

Then she could hear footsteps making their way towards her stall. She looked up at the lock on the stall door. In her rush to get in, she had forgotten to lock it! Her mind raced with what to do. Her instinct was to lock the stall door and yell at Michael to get out. But the risk of being caught turned her on so hard, it overwhelmed her. She continued masturbating, gasping hard for air, hard enough that Michael could hear.

Soon, she could see Michael's feet beneath the stall door, standing there, waiting. "Oh my God," she whispered quiet as a mouse, her excitement level shooting up.

The stall door began to slowly open. Mel forced her knees open as far as they would go and looked up as the door gradually moved aside to reveal Michael standing there. Mel gasped as he watched Michael's eyes immediately zero in on her pussy like a heat-seeking missile that knew exactly where to go.

"Oh my god," Mel cried out again, loud enough to be heard this time.

Never taking his eyes off her, Michael stepped into the stall and closed the door, being sure to lock the latch behind him, and started rubbing himself through his pants. Mel started to moan quietly, biting her lip in an attempt to fight the urge to vocalize.

"Do you like what you see?" she whimpered.

Michael nodded his head, his stare continuing to fixate on what was happening between her legs.

"Show me how much you like it," Mel demanded, straining to get the words out as she grew ever more excited at having one of her deepest sexual fantasies unfold before her.

Michael unbuttoned his pants and began to slide the zipper down slowly.

"Oh god, yes. Show me Michael," she whispered.

He began to pull the waistbands of both his pants and briefs down simultaneously. Mel watched as his cock was slowly exposed, inch by inch, until, finally, it sprung out with incredible force, eventually settling in at its normal 60-degree angle, pointing upwards towards the sky.

"Oh... fuck," Mel cried out as she began to finger herself more furiously, chasing the orgasm that she'd been on the verge of since first hearing him call her name from the door.

Michael started to step closer. Mel stood up and sat up on the toilet tank behind her. Placing her feet on the toilet seat, she again spread her thighs wide to give Michael a clear view. Straddling the toilet seat, Michael moved in closer still. Grabbing the back of her head with one hand while wrapping his pulsating cock with the other, he pulled Mel in for a hard kiss.

The muffled sound of moaning escaped from both their mouths as their tongues playfully massaged each other.

Pulling back, Michael softly begged, "I want to fuck you so bad right now. I want to be inside you Mel." He maneuvered his cock into position. But Mel kept her dripping pussy covered, so Michael simply began rubbing his cock up against her hand. Again, leaning in and whispering into her ear, he begged her, "Fuck me Mel."

"Ooohhh," she moaned, fighting against her instinctual, primal urges with everything she had.

She was about to give in when the bathroom door opened and they could hear the light giggling of two girls. Both Mel and Michael instantly froze. As the two girls moved into the bathroom, they could be heard kissing each other by the sinks.

Michael looked at Mel as if to say, "What the fuck is going on out there?" And then something that blew both their minds. "Oh Katie," a voice called out. Both their eyes shot open wide, Mel dropping her jaw in astonishment. That was Joyce's voice! And Katie... their boss?

Michael stealthily leaned back to peek out the crack of the stall door, causing his cock to slide up Mel's hand as he did so. She grabbed hold of it and began rubbing it lightly as Michael peered out into the sink area.

He turned back after a moment and just stared at Mel, eyes even wider now. Mel knew what it meant. Joyce and Katie, making out in the girls bathroom?! But then again, she herself was about to have extramarital sex with Michael in the same bathroom. There must've been something in the air that day. She half expected Wayne and Carl to barge in and start sucking each other off right there in front of everyone.

Clearly the two girls were too involved in what they were doing to even realize that anyone else was in the bathroom with them. Michael and Mel stayed frozen while the makeout session continued, trying to stifle laughter every time they heard the smacking of lips or the sounds of moaning.

Suddenly, someone else walked into the bathroom. Joyce and Katie hurriedly stopped.

"So," Katie began to stammer out, "go ahead and get that report done and leave it for me on my desk."

"Uh... right. Right, of course Katie," Joyce stuttered as they both headed out.

Then some rustling could be heard. Michael looked at Mel inquisitively. Mel motioned with her hands as if she were putting on makeup, trying to explain what she thought was probably going on outside the stall.

Michael stayed frozen. Mel took the opportunity to tease him a little. Grabbing his cock, which was just starting to deflate, she starting stroking. Michael closed his eyes and held his breath, trying not to make a sound. As his cock filled back up with blood, Mel leaned down and gave a long, soft lick from the base all the way to the tip. Michael's jaw dropped as he reached out with both arms to steady himself against the stall walls as his knees grew weak.

Right then the other girl, whoever she was, walked out. Michael looked back at Mel and said, "Fuck me Mel. I want you so bad."

Mel quickly covered her pussy's entrance just as Michael tried to thrust himself into her. "No, we can't," she scolded, her mind a little clearer from the distraction they just experienced.

"I know you want me Mel," Michael shot back.

"I'm sorry, but..."

"What is it?"

"Rachel."

Michael remembered that he'd never told Mel that Rachel had given him permission to have sex specifically with her. He opened his mouth to say something, but then hesitated. He thought for just a moment and realized it was a turn on for him that Mel didn't know. He actually wanted for Mel to have sex with him not knowing that Rachel had given the okay. If he could convince her to do that, it would add to the taboo of what they were already doing, and thereby make it even hotter.

"I'm sure I can convince her before the day is over. Let's commit the sin now and get permission after?"

"Mmmm..." Mel hesitated. She was dripping wet from excitement. She wanted his wood inside of her so bad. "It's too dangerous anyway," she finally told him, pushing on his chest to get him to back up.

Michael sighed and stepped back. "You're right," he said as he began to tuck his penis back into his pants.

Mel looked forlornly at it as it disappeared behind his pants. She wanted it so bad, but now that she was back in her clearer mind she realized that doing it in a public bathroom in the middle of the day was not a good idea.

"I'll see you back out there," Michael said as he scurried out.

Mel pulled her pants up and sat down on the toilet seat, suddenly remembering that she hadn't even talked to Stu about whether or not he was okay with what she'd just done. She pulled out her phone and nervously began texting him.

"Baby..." was all she got out at first. She was shaking with nervousness. What if he wasn't okay with it? What if he was upset that she hadn't been open about it before she did it? As excited as the whole scenario had made her and despite how badly she just wanted to feel Michael deep inside of her, her love for Stu trumped all. And she wanted to be absolutely sure that he was okay with what she wanted.

"What is it Sweetie?" Stu texted back.

"Michael's been coming on to me hard today."

"Is that a problem? Is it bothering you?"

"No. I actually am really liking it, but..."

There was a long pause before Stu wrote back. "It's okay Sweetie. You don't have to tell me. It's okay for you to want what you want. It's okay for you to be assertive."

Mel let out a huge sigh of relief. "Thank you so much Baby. I love you!"

"I love you so much Sweetie!" Stu sent back.

Back at home, Stu's mind was reeling from the possibilities of what had just happened. At first he wanted to hear the details of what was going on. Was she just flirting, or had something physical happened? Did they actually have sex? Is that why she was so hesitant to tell him? But then he decided he'd rather leave things to the imagination for now.

Stu could hardly believe how he was feeling right at that moment. He'd just discovered that his wife might've just had sex with another man, and instead of being upset about it, his cock was fully engorged just thinking about the possibility.

He began rubbing himself through his briefs. He hadn't even put his pants on when he got up that morning. Working from home has its advantages. He was starting to get more and more excited when he suddenly decided to stop. As horny as he was right at that moment, he decided he was going to save himself up for tonight when Mel got home.

Back at the office, Michael slumped down into his chair. "There you are," Katie called from the entryway to her office. "You wanted to talk to me?"

"Oh, no," Michael responded. "I got it taken care of. I'm good now."




Mel's First Affair Ch. 04



Mel came walking back into the office. Michael turned to look to see how she was doing. They made eye contact for a moment before Mel walked to her desk and sat down. After a moment, her phone buzzed. It was Michael texting her from the workstation right behind her.

"Maybe later tonight?" it read.

Mel texted back, "We'll just have to see. And only if Rachel is okay with it."

Joyce noticed that their phones were buzzing with regularity. "You know," she started, addressing the two of them directly, "God watches everything you do."

Michael rolled his eyes before turning in his chair to face her. "Come on Joyce, do you really think that the all-powerful, incomprehensibly-complex creator of this incredibly vast universe is so concerned with what a bunch of self-aware primates are doing on this tiny little rock we call Earth?"

"He created this incredibly vast universe just for us!" she declared. "Of course he's concerned with us. He knows each one of us individually and wants us to obey him so we can return to him."

Michael, who was raised without religion and just found the whole concept of God just a bit too preposterous to believe, was tired of hearing about this silly story of how an all-loving god wants us to return to him so badly, but then implements a set of rules that asks humanity to deny their very nature. To Michael, it was like asking a tiger to not hunt or a spider to not make a web.

"Well maybe," Michael started, annoyed, "since you're the one that believes he's watching your every move, you should worry more about your own behavior rather than that of ours."

"What are you talking about?" she asked, equally annoyed by Michael's unwillingness to just believe and obey.

The words, "I'm saying that maybe you should work on getting your report in to Katie and let us be," had already formed in his mouth, but all he managed to get out was, "I'm saying that...," before being interrupted.

"Joyce," Mel cut in, realizing that Michael was about to say something he'd be better off not saying, "don't you think that if God created the entire universe just for us that he wouldn't want you to be happy? Why would he put you on this Earth and then cruelly tell you that you can't be the way that he made you?"

"He made me this way to test me. To test my love for him!" Joyce tried to explain. "You," she said looking right at Michael,"should learn to respect the god that has given you everything."

Michael threw his arms in the air. "You feel free to live the way that you think you should. Me? I'm going to live my life in a way that makes ME happy." He gave Meadow a wink and turned back to his workstation.

The rest of the day went smoothly. Michael and Mel continued to furiously flirt back and forth as the day wore on, both of them anticipating the end of the day when everybody else would clear out of the office. They were so into their "primitive brain" of sexual instinct, they barely noticed Joyce's dirty looks.

Finally, 5:00 hit. Wayne was the first to get up. "Alright you guys," he said, "I'm out of here. See you all tomorrow!"

Everyone wished him a good evening as he headed for the door. On his way out, he put a hand on Mel's shoulder. "You be good now," he told her, smiling. He looked up at Michael and gave him a wink, then was on his way.

"Well," Joyce began, "I'll echo Wayne's advice. Be good, and if you can't do that, at least be good to your spouses."

"Thanks Joyce," Mel said earnestly. Joyce may have been judgmental, but Mel loved her still and considered her a good friend.

Michael, however, couldn't help but roll his eyes before wishing her a good evening.

Once Joyce was gone, Michael looked around. Katie had left an hour earlier and was expected to be in meetings well into the evening.

"Look at that," Michael said as he nodded towards Katie's office. The door had been left open. "I wonder what kind of trouble Joyce and Katie have gotten into in there," he said with a smile. "Can you believe that? Of all the people to lecture us on our behavior..."

"She just cares about us."

"I know," Michael sighed. "I just get tired of hearing how I'm going to get stabbed in my ass with a pitchfork for all of eternity."

They both laughed. Then there was awkward silence. They looked at each other, both wondering who was going to make the first move. Finally, Michael stood up and walked over. He reached his hand out and pulled Mel up as she grabbed hold.

Standing face to face, Michael began stroking her cheek, moving her hair back to expose her neck. Then, wrapping his hand around to the back of her neck, leaned in and began kissing her shoulder, slowly moving up to her neck, and eventually working his way up to her ear lobe, tickling it with his tongue.

"Oohh," Mel cooed lightly. He was hitting all the right spots, sending jolts of energy shooting straight to her pussy.

Michael, grabbing a fistful of hair, turned her head and planted a light kiss on her lips, gradually kissing harder and harder before introducing his tongue to hers while simultaneously grabbing her tight ass with his other hand and pulling her in tightly against his body. She could feel his manhood pressing through his pants against her, occasionally twitching with excitement.

"What do you say we move it into Katie's office?" Michael suggested.

"I'll meet you in there. I have just one thing I need to do first."

Michael walked backwards, keeping an eye on Mel, turning at the last moment to enter Katie's office where he took a seat in her chair.

Mel pulled out her phone. Messaging Stu, she wrote, "Can I be assertive?"

The reply came swiftly, "Be assertive. It's okay."

Seeing Stu say that send another rush through her body. Smiling, she walked into Katie's office to find Michael sitting in her chair, waiting patiently. Without saying a word, she began unbuttoning her shirt, slowly exposing her braless chest. In anticipation of this moment, she'd managed to sneak her bra off earlier without anyone noticing. It came as a very pleasant surprise to Michael. She let the shirt slide off, fully exposing her soft breasts.

"My god Mel," Michael gasped as he started removing his own shirt, "you're beautiful."

Mel then started working on her pants, leaving herself in nothing but black lace panties. She then strutted over and, positioning herself in front of Michael, sat down on the desk in front of him. She put a foot on each of the chair's arm rests and spread her legs wide.

Sitting there seductively, invitingly, she asked, "Would you like to touch me?" while at the same time reaching into her panties to rub herself.

Michael stood up and wrapped his hands around her waist before slowly sliding them up her sides and, leaning in to kiss her, cupped a breast in each hand and began to erotically massage them. Then, slowly moving his lips down her neck and chest, took a nipple into his mouth and began swirling his tongue around it.

"Oh my god," Mel moaned as Michael bit down, lightly pinching the nipple between his teeth.

Sliding his hands back down to her hips, he slowly began sliding her panties off her hips and down her legs, letting them drop to the floor. Then, kneeling down in front of her aching crotch, he watched as Mel's hand slid easily across her once-again dripping pussy lips. Her musky scent hit him as he slowly leaned in and grabbed her hand. Placing her fingers into his mouth, he began sucking off the juices that covered them.

Mel moaned in anticipation of feeling Michael's tongue on her. Finally he reached out and licked her clit. "Aahh," Mel cried as she tilted her head and body back, holding herself up with both hands against the desk.

Michael then dove in full force, tickling her clit before sliding down to her gash and pushing his tongue as deep as he could reach.

"Oh my god!" Mel cried in ecstasy. "Oh yes, yes!" She looked down at Michael. He stopped and looked back. "I want you to make me cum Michael," she whispered breathlessly.

With that, he once again thrust his tongue deep inside of her, pushing it in and out as Mel's cries grew louder and louder until finally, he could feel her pussy tighten up, her legs begin to shake, and a flood of pussy juice come flowing over his tongue, draining into his mouth as she cried out in pure, orgasmic euphoria.

Standing back up, he leaned in for another makeout session. Tasting her own juices while Michael's hands wrapped around her back, Mel leaned forward and grabbed his pants, quickly undoing his button and zipper and furiously pushing them down causing his massively engorged cock to forcefully spring out.

Michael guided his cock to her dripping-wet lips and began teasingly rubbing his head all around her soft, pink love flaps.

"Do you want this inside you?" Michael teased.

"I wanted inside me so bad," Mel nodded.

Just as he began to slowly insert his shaft, getting only the head in, Mel cried out, "Wait!" Michael froze. "What about Rachel?" she whispered.

Michael just looked her in the eye and, putting an end to the slow tease, plunged his cock deep inside of her. Mel's eyes rolled back into her head as her body went limp. Laying her gently down on the desk, Michael grabbed her hips and started to pump. Slowly at first, building up the tension.

"My god," Mel thought to herself. "I'm doing it, I'm actually doing it! I'm having sex with another man!" She had just committed her first affair, and it felt incredible.

Michael didn't know, but he was the only man to ever be with her besides Stu. Mel's mind was sent to dizzying heights of pleasure she never knew existed as Michael started to pump harder and faster.

Her moans grew louder with each pump, she looked up at Michael and cried out, "Cum inside me Michael. I want you to cum inside of me!"

Mel squeezed, wrapping Michael's cock tightly. It sent Michael over the edge as he let out a final groan with a last thrust before blowing the biggest load of his life deep inside of her.

"Oh Mel," he gasped as his cock continued pumping fluids into her. "Oh god, oh god Mel," he continued to cry out.

Mel sat up and pulled his head to hers, kissing him gently as he moaned with each flex of his cock. Still kissing, Michael slowly pulled himself from Mel's pussy, allowing his semen to drop to the floor of Katie's office.

Reaching down, Mel could feel that he was still hard. She got off the desk and knelt down. Sliding her hand the length of his cock, she licked the tip, cleaning off the leftover semen that clung to his head, before taking him deeply into her mouth.

"Oh, holy fuck," Michael cried.

After a minute of intense head, Mel stood back up and, turning to face the desk, leaned over. "Make me cum again," she breathed looking back at him seductively.

Michael obliged, position his dick at the entrance of her pussy once again, he slowly slid his wet cock inside of her. Moaning, Mel began crying, "Yes, yes! Oh yes Michael. Fuck me again! Make me cum! Please Michael!"

Michael couldn't believe he was going for a second round already. With each pump, he could already feel himself quickly accelerating towards orgasm yet again.

"Fuck me Michael. Cum inside me again!" Mel continued to encourage.

"Oh god Mel, you feel so incredible!" Michael excruciatingly exclaimed between moans.

"Are you going to cum for me?"

"Yes, oh yes! Oh god you feel so amazing!"

Soon enough, the time had arrived. Michael gave another final thrust. Mel quickly turned her head to watch as his face contorted in agonizing ecstasy, dumping another load inside of her.

"Oh fuck Mel, you are amazing," he whimpered as he again slid slowly out of her.

Getting dressed, they cleaned Michael's cum off the floor and headed out together. With a goodnight kiss, they went their separate ways.

Back home, Stu was eagerly waiting in anticipation. He was imagining all the possible activities that Michael and Mel might be conducting right at that very moment. What if she comes home and tells her that they had sex? How was he going to feel about that?

Stu thought about it for a moment, imagining their two bodies intertwined, Michael's cock filling her pussy, Mel crying out with orgasm after orgasm. His body began to shake. But was it from excitement or jealousy? He wasn't really sure. He got up and started pacing.

Unable to take it anymore, he hurriedly rolled himself a joint and got to work inhaling its mind-opening chemicals.

Before long, he heard the front door open. Instead of leaving the bedroom to meet her, he waited. Mel slowly walked in. Although she had gotten the okay, now that it had actually happened in real life she was worried how Stu would take it. She stood, waiting by the doorway, breathing heavily in anticipation of Stu's response.

Stu finally stepped towards her. Grabbing her hands, he guided her back to the bed and planted a kiss on her soft lips before squeezing her tight with a generous hug.

"Baby, I..." Mel began before Stu put a finger to her lips, gently shushing her.

Then, kneeling down, he began to undo her pants and slide them off. He began kissing her thighs, moving to the inside and noticing a new taste he'd never tasted before as well as the trail of wetness that traced right back to her pussy. Noticing the huge wet spot on her panties, he grabbed hold of the waistband and slowly pulled down.

As he did so, he could see the wet mess of cum, both hers and Michael's mixed together, that moistened her panties as well as her crotch, forming a string from one to the other until he pulled them far enough apart to break the string, causing the sticky mess to spring back to their respective homes. Now he knew for sure. There was no question in his mind what she had done with Michael.

Stu's penis began to harden at the realization, surprising him at how much it turned him on. He slid a finger up inside of her. Mel gasped, not expecting him to do that. He was straight as an arrow and had always been repulsed by other men's fluids. Then he leaned his head in close and started to lick her clit, then moved in even closer and began sucking on it.

All nervousness drained out of Mel's body as she took in Stu's passionate lovemaking. He knew her body so well, knew exactly how and where to touch her, how much force to use and for how long. She was already back in her primitive brain, ready to fuck again. Not just to fuck again, but to fuck her second man for the night.

Stu then, surprising Mel once again, thrust his tongue deep inside of her. He could taste Michael's cum. Licking up what he could, he stood up and, grabbing a handful of hair, pulled her face onto his, forcing his tongue, wet with Michael's cum, into her mouth causing Mel to moan like she never had before.

Then, gently guiding her down onto the bed, Stu pulled down his underwear. Mel watched intently and anxiously as his cock sprung out, already hard and ready to spear her pussy. Looking down at her crotch, Stu could see Michael's semen begin to flow out of her. Then, positioning his throbbing purple head at the entrance to her dripping pussy, he asked Mel, "What do you want Sweetie?"

"Mel moaned, "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard."

Stu began to slowly push his wood, inch by increasingly pleasurable inch, into her until he was buried as fully as was possible.

"Oh my god Baby," Mel moaned, getting incredibly turned on by the fact that Michael's semen was now coating Stu's manhood.

As he slowly began to slide back out, Stu asked, "Did you enjoy your night with Michael?"

"Oh yes Baby. I enjoyed it so much!"

Then, pushing back in, "Did he feel good?"

"Oh god he felt so, so good," she gasped, barely able to breathe as she arched her back while remembering Michael's hard wood thrusting into her for the first time. "Fuck me Baby," she cried out, her horniness becoming too much to bare. "Fuck me Baby!"

Stu obeyed, thrusting faster and harder, taking in every moan, watching her as she tipped her head back, her face contorting with pleasure, eyes shut tight. Stu wondered if she was thinking about Michael, getting turned on evermore by the very thought that that's what she was doing.

Mel suddenly screamed out in pleasure, spilling more juice all over Stu's thick shaft. Watching his wife cum that hard put him over the edge. He quickly pulled out.

"Finish me off Sweetie," he cried.

Mel sat up and took his full shaft into her mouth, tasting Michael's cum, she frantically licked it up. It only took a few seconds and Stu was releasing himself right into Mel's mouth, still wrapped around his now rapidly and powerfully flexing manhood. She eagerly swallowed the first eruption, and the following one, saving the third and final one in her mouth.

She stood to kiss Stu with an open mouth, sharing the contents therein with him before they both fell together onto the bed, exhausted.

Mel turned to look at Stu as he lied there gasping for air, soaking up the afterglow. "It's going to be an interesting week at work," she laughed.