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Apples Fall Not Far... Ch. 01

By: Stardog Champion



Once the dust had settled, life had turned out pretty damn good for Peter Relaford. Forty-one and divorced, he worked as a Sales Rep for one of the larger industrial food suppliers in the upper Northeast. Having settled in Vermont for the past five years after he and his Wife Rochelle parted ways, Peter had only dated sporadically since the split. Now that their only child was 18 and his child support burden was out of the way however, the extra money in his pocket every month made splurging on a little fun much easier.

That combined with the lucrative route he was working on had created a very nice financial situation for Peter. On the social front, he'd also been seeing a woman named Melanie Wilder. Thirty-Nine years old, like Peter she was also divorced and had a Daughter about the same age as his Son, and like Peter, Melanie seemed more than content to just date without all the pressure of a serious relationship for the time being.

Melanie worked for the same company as Peter, but she worked in the shipping department's office while he was usually out on the road making sales calls. They'd met at the office Christmas party a year earlier and after some casual conversation and a few egg nogs, realized just how much they had in common. After a few months of feeling each other out, Peter and Melanie had honed in on a healthy routine where they saw enough of each other to keep the chemistry smoldering without seeing too much of each other and cramping the other's style. Neither had really even passed the point either where they felt comfortable introducing the other to their families. 

It was the ultimate 'friends with benefits' situation with Melanie, and for awhile the last thing Peter was thinking about doing was ruining it.

Then came the girl who was working in the cafeteria at one of the local community colleges near Burlington that Peter frequented every other week on his route. Her first name was Shelby and Peter hadn't even so much as worried about a last name considering the inebriated state of his ego once the college sophomore had consummated a relationship with him.

The initial chance meeting between Peter and Shelby had been pure kizmit. Strolling through the bowels of the school's dining hall one afternoon while talking to the facility's director, Peter happened to lock gazes with a young girl working in the kitchen. It was one of those totally random situations where two people who had absolutely nothing in common looked at each other then couldn't pull their eyes apart for a few seconds.

To help offset the cost of her tuition and books, not to mention the fact that her car was habitually in the shop, Shelby had taken on a job in the school cafeteria a few afternoons a week. With her parents being recently divorced, she also felt a heightened sense of having to support herself, not to mention also having to help pay for an apartment she shared with two friends who were also struggling to stay afloat.

A few weeks later, during Peter's next visit to the school on his sales route, fate had it that Shelby was outside taking a cigarette break on the loading dock when Peter was walking up the service entrance. Pulling a Marlboro out of his pocket to share a quick smoke with the girl that had caught his eye on the previous visit, the two made small talk under the warm, late September sun as the sound of dishes being tossed around rattled from inside.

Searching for topics to keep the impromptu dialouge flowing, Peter offhandedly mentioned he had a Son who was about Shelby's age. Initially Peter felt like slapping himself for saying that, considering how it would seem to date him, but when the girl tapped her cigarette, took a drag and replied, her words left Peter with butterflies he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Maybe I'm not interested in someone my own age," the 19 year old girl said with cool and flirtatious clarity.

Peter's cigarette trembled between his fingers as he stared into Shelby smoky brown eyes, trying to determine if he'd heard her right.

When Shelby offhandedly mentioned a few minutes later that her car was in the shop, Peter found himself asking what time she got off. When she told him she could clock out right then if she had to, Peter realized he'd painted himself into a corner he wasn't quite sure he wanted out of. Within the hour they were back at Shelby's apartment having sex while the girl's roommates were both safely away at class.

Standing in the doorway of Shelby's bedroom, his knees withering as his pants and underwear lay in a crumpled heap several feet behind him, Peter Relaford held on to one edge of the molding with his left hand as he clutched Shelby's back with his right. The nimble girl had propped herself up on the "Iron Gym" support handles hanging from the top of the doorway where she did her pull-up exercises most every morning. Her legs wrapped around Peter's back as she hung in mid-air, Shelby savagely worked her cunt like a paint mixer around the older man's cock until he was moaning like a helpless child beneath her.

"Like that...Huh?" Shelby sighed down to the man who'd been nice enough to drive her home only minutes earlier.

From her position above him, Shelby could see the beads of sweat forming on the top of Peter''s forehead as he tried to withstand her carnal assault.

"UUURRGGHH..AAHHHH...AAHHHHH," Peter gasped, the muscles in his left forearm straining mightily as the sound of their crashing genitals filled the otherwise lifeless apartment.

As much of a stud as Peter wanted to be when he watched Shelby lift herself up just before he penetrated her, he wasn't prepared for anything like what the young girl could do with her pussy around his cock. The feel of her smooth and strong thighs wrapped around his hips combined with the ungodly sensation of her drenched sheath choking his dick until Peter's feet were trembling spasticly on the carpet. The way she grinded her crotch rhythmically against his jutting manhood as she hung there, staring wantonly down at him, told Peter fighting his own quick release would just be delaying the inevitable. He wanted to prolong the glorious euphoria for as long as he could but sight of the girl's firm, size 34 C breasts bouncing crazily less than a foot in front of his face was the final straw.

"UUUHHHHHHHHHHH.. AAAHHHHGGGAAWWWDD.....YEEESSSAAAHHHHHHHHH," the 41 year old divorced man screamed, causing the eager 19 year old girl to rock her groin that much harder against his until Peter's rich and steaming cum was oozing out of her pussy and dripping down into several small puddles on the floor as she continued to milk his balls.

"GODFUCKINGDAMN," Peter winced and coughed when Shelby extended her legs and pulled her cunt off his twitching, semen coated cock a few seconds before lowering her feet to the floor.

"I always clean up my messes," the young girl smirked into Peter's ear before seductively dropping down to her knees.

Before Peter could begin to gather himself, Shelby had taken the rubbery shaft of his spent penis between her fingers and shoved the greasy girth into her mouth. Washing her lips and tongue over the sperm drenched cylinder of flesh, Shelby swallowed the combined juices of their serendipitous lust down her throat while Peter held tightly to the door's frame and mumbled to the Lord above.

For the next month or so after that initial rendezvous with Shelby, things only got better for Peter. If it wasn't the handful of blowjobs Shelby had given Peter in his car at various locations around town, it was the afternoon they spent having sex on both of Shelby's roommates' beds while those girls weren't home. The most intense foray into perverse gratification however came late one evening when the couple snuck up to the secluded 4th floor of the school library and made out in the stacks.

It had been almost 20 years since Peter Relaford had set foot in a library, much less gone up to study in the stacks. Walking past the sparse collection of people working in the lobby, and the occasional student lost in their late night studies, Peter and Shelby slipped into the small elevator and cruised up to the 4th floor with hardly anyone taking notice.

The instant the elevator doors slid open, Peter's senses were transported back to his days as an undergrad at the University of Rhode Island when he had made the occasional trip up to the stacks to research a paper. It was amazing after all those years, and at a different school how eerily similar the musty scent of the piles of books smelt under the dim luminescence of the low hanging lights.

"Some things never change," he told Shelby as they looked for any stragglers on their floor.

"Did you ever have any fun up in the stacks while you were in college?" Shelby asked as they peeked down row after row to make sure they were all alone upstairs.

"Nah..can't say I did," Peter replied. 

"Sadly the library wasn't a place I darkened the door of too often back then. So first time for everything I guess," he smiled with definite giddiness.

"Is it the first time up here for you?" Peter badly wanted to ask Shelby but stopped himself just in time, content not to ruin the feeling of uniqueness he'd created about the evening in his own mind, despite the common sense inkling that it probably wasn't her first trip.

Once they'd come to the conclusion they were alone on the fourth floor, Peter and Shelby eased towards the far corner of the stacks and started kissing as the dusty smell of hundreds and hundreds of decades old books surrounded them. Rubbing his hands up and down the 19 year old girl's trim and toned body as he lavishly rolled his tongue over hers, Peter and Shelby kissed and embraced until their breathing nearly became synchronized.

Like two ballroom dancers with their lips locked, eventually Peter and Shelby were promenading in a twisting circle down the narrow aisle, knocking several books off the shelves in their wake until Shelby's back finally came to rest against the large orange rolling ladder the library workers used to re-stock the books.

Knowing exactly what was going to happen when they got upstairs, Shelby didn't bother putting any panties on before she and Peter left for the library. It wasn't long after Shelby sat back on the third rung and spread her legs wide that Peter knelt down on the floor and pushed her mini-skirt all the way up to reveal her bare and freshly shaven crotch. Gripping her hands out to each side of the ladder's rails, Shelby held on tight as the 41 year old man's face disappeared between her thighs.

"YEEESSSSS," Shelby's vibrant voice sizzled through the cramped and dimly lit corridor, her rear end shimmying on the three foot wide expanse of the rung each time Peter's tongue glided across her tingling and buttery slit.

"Yeah..eat my pussy Baby,' she cooed, rubbing her fingers tenderly through Peter's slightly thinning hair as the moist and muffled sounds of his efforts brought a fiendish smile to her face.

With each successive nudge he made forward with his mouth, the momentum of Peter's weight caused the ladder to slowly start rolling on the tiled floor. The muscles in Shelby's arms flexing as she gripped harder at the rails, the young girl clenched her thighs around each side of Peter's head as the contraption she was sitting on began to ease backwards.

"God...this is different," Shelby managed between deep breaths, now watching with fascination as Peter started to crawl forward on the floor as he kept his lips pressed against her glistening labia. 

"WOW....," she giggled a few seconds later when the ladder's wheels began picking up speed.

His face greased now with Shelby's arousal, Peter eagerly put one knee in front of the other until the squeaking movements of the mobile ladder sounded like a small train rumbling down the tracks. His senses overwhelmed by the sticky aroma of Shelby's vaginal scent, Peter kept plowing forward until the walls of dusty and long unread books were whizzing by on each side. Looking up every few seconds to see the dazed and giddy look in Shelby's eyes, Peter felt his dick harden in his pants seeing the way her protruding nipples dotted the sheer front of her blouse. On and on Peter pushed the weight of the ladder until the back wheels finally came to rest against the opposite wall from where they'd started.

An 'uummpphh' leapt from Shelby's throat when the momentum of the ladder she was sitting on came to such a sudden stop.

With the ladder now wedged in place, Peter was free to do what he wanted with his mouth on Shelby's cunt. Clasping his hands around each of the girl's smooth upper thighs, Peter held her crotch in place as he dipped his head all the way under her skirt. Swirling his tongue in quick and vicious circles through the blooming pink fissure of her bald pussy, it wasn't long before Shelby's dripping dew had coated his entire face.

All alone there on the fourth floor at such a late hour, Shelby felt comfortable enough allowing her moans to bleed freely from her lungs until her sighs of pleasure were echoing through the cramped quarters. Relentless in his hungry assault, the sound of Shelby's groans did nothing but spur Peter on as he eagerly devoured the girl's frothy sex.

Shelby's legs acting like two tentacles around his back, Peter could feel the girl's heels digging at the back of his shirt each time he scoured his tongue deeper into her bristling honeypot. Supporting himself on his knees, Peter alternated chewing his lips tenderly around Shelby's clit then dancing the tip of his tongue like a pinball across the folds of her slick and throbbing labia.

Over and over Peter continued to eat the young girl out until a low and rumbling groan began to rise from Shelby's chest. Having fucked her several times over the weeks since they'd first met, Peter knew from the sound she was approaching orgasm. Squeezing his hands with just the right amount of pressure along the insides of Shelby's thighs, Peter caressed his entire mouth over the expanse of the girl's steaming sex until it felt as if his whole face had been dipped in warm oil between her legs.

"WWAA....AHHH...WWAA....AAAHHHHH," Peter could hear Shelby moan as the teenager's rear end slid back and forth across the rung she was sitting on.

The metallic sound of the ladder straining under Shelby's thrashing weight, Peter could feel the vibrations course through the floor beneath him as he pushed his mouth deeper into the girl's burning cunt.

"She's gonna cum all over my face," Peter deliciously thought when he sneaked a peek up to see the way Shelby's chest rhythmically rose and fell.

Twisting his thumbs deep into each side of Shelby's quim, Peter buried the full force of his oral suction down on the girl's clitoris until she was splattering her feminine ejaculate deep down his throat. 

Peter had discovered the high point of his life over the past month was being able to sit back and watch the orgasm he'd given Shelby tear through the girl's lithe, beautiful body. Tilting his gaze upwards while keeping his tongue and lips snug against her pulsing genitals, Peter watched as the cool and confident young woman transformed into a writhing and helpless slut flopping side to side on the ladder. Peter's ears throbbed from the sound of Shelby's voice screeching from her lungs, and he had to fight to keep his balance on his knees as the girl's constricting calves dug at his back and shoulders.

"I fuckin' did that to her," Peter mentally patted himself on the back as he continued to bleed every bit of release from Shelby's loins.

Slurping the copious amounts of the 19-year-old's sweet vaginal spray, Peter swallowed it like a delicacy as her pussy clung softly to his lips. Pressing forward until every ounce of energy had seemingly trickled from Shelby's body, Peter was struck when he looked up once again and saw how the girl's gaze was fixed on something to her left. Initially he didn't give it a second though and dove back down between Shelby's thighs for one last bite but when he finally came up for air, he did turn his head to the side and saw one of the library's employees standing 20 feet away.

"Holy Shit," he thought to himself when he saw the girl, who looked to be close to Shelby's age, standing at the end of the corridor.

The girl, who did have a homely 'librarian to be' quality to her, seemed almost paralysed with fright as she stood there gawking, and Peter guessed correctly that she'd been standing there for awhile. He could see the pile of books she'd brought up to the fourth floor to re-stock trembling noticeably in her hands as her eyes glared guiltily behind her thick pair of glasses.

Lost in his own bewilderment, Peter thought he was dreaming when he looked back down at Shelby and saw her clamp each of her plump nipples between her fingers through her top as she leered back at the stunned girl watching her. He could also feel the way Shelby's vagina seemed to breath with life against his hand, as if it was further aroused by having someone there looking on.

"Maybe I wasn't the only one that caused her to cum," Peter mockingly thought to himself before the library worker abruptly turned, dropped the books on a shelf then disappeared quickly down the stairwell.

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Headed down to the lobby of the library, looking way more disheveled and jelly-legged than they'd gone up, Peter and Shelby walked past the occasional student studying as nonchalantly as a 41 year old guy and 19 year old girl could after just fooling around in the stacks. Peter struggled to keep the biggest shit eating grin from splashing across his face as he walked hand in hand with Shelby past the check-out desk. The musky taste of Shelby's release heavy on his palate, not to mention the sticky sheen it had created on his cheeks, Peter felt 10 foot tall and bulletproof as he led the satisfied young girl through the book-theft scanners and out the double doors.

The only thing weighing Peter down as they disappeared into the night was the hard-on still straining inside his pants. He'd planned on fucking Selby while they were upstairs, but after they were interrupted by the girl stocking books on the fourth floor, they both decided it was probably best to get out of Dodge in case that girl went and blabbed about what she saw. Thankfully for Peter, as she'd done several times before, Shelby took good care of that hard-on once they got back out the darkened school parking lot before he drove her home for the night.

Basking in his own surreal good fortune as he dropped Shelby off at her apartment, once he was all alone in the car, Peter lit a cigarette and turned the music up really loud as he drove away. At some point during his drive home he reached for his cell phone to check his voice mail. One of the messages was from Melanie Wilder, the other woman he'd been seeing on occasion. Friends of hers had reserved a hotel room for that weekend in Atlantic City but something had come up with their family and they couldn't go. They'd offered the room to Melanie and she was calling to see if Peter would be interested in joining her.

Yes, life had become the creamy center of a Twinkee for Peter Relaford......

Part 2 to come... 

Apples Fall Not Far... Ch. 02



As great as it was (and it was) having regular sexual rendezvous with a nubile, and extremely inventive 19 year old girl, Peter Relaford still found the occasional need to hang out with a woman he had a little more in common with. Melanie Wilder filled that void perfectly.

Peter remembered a brief conversation he'd had early in his relationship with Shelby where he'd mentioned a movie Mickey Rourke did called "Wild Orchids" where he'd seduced a much younger woman into several rather kinky situations. His offhand comment was met with a lost look on Shelby's face before she went back to texting one of her friends.

Melanie knew who Mickey Rourke was, and that common frame of reference was something Peter did, to his disbelief, crave. The sex with Melanie was good as well, albeit different than his trysts with Shelby. Fucking the college girl was like standing naked in the middle of a raging thunderstorm, trying to dodge lightening bolts while savage winds battered him from each side. Sex with Melanie was more like standing out in a calm and steady Spring shower with a gentle breeze swirling in all the right places. 

For her part, 39 and fresh out of a divorce as well, Melanie was in no hurry for a serious relationship either. She'd found the same level of comfort with Peter as he'd found with her, although she might not have fully endorsed the fact that he was banging a girl half her age on the side.

Melanie was front and center that weekend as Peter sat behind the wheel, driving the couple down the turnpike towards Atlantic City. Stealing a quick peek every now and then over to the passenger seat, Peter felt his crotch stir seeing the way Melanie's freckled legs looked in the tight, knee length skirt she was wearing. Tightening his grip on the steering wheel every few seconds in the late afternoon Friday traffic, Peter had to continually remind himself about the other distracted fools on the road.

Still, he felt his spine tingle each time he inhaled the scent of Melanie's sweet perfume and he lost himself in thought several times imagining how much fun she might be on a trip out of town without all the pressures and familiar faces of home. He'd seen on occasion just how passionate Melanie could be once she'd developed a level of trust with him, especially after she'd had a few cocktails. And he planned on buying her as many drinks as she wanted that weekend at the casino.

Making small talk as they passed a sign saying only 30 miles to Atlantic City, Peter rubbed his fingers together as he held the steering wheel, thinking back to an evening several months back when for the first time Melanie allowed herself to really let go with him.

They'd just been out to dinner at the new Italian place in town. It was the first time since Peter and Melanie had met that he felt comfortable springing for a really expensive night out, but the sex she'd given him when they got back to his place had been more than worth it. Melanie had probably drank a few more glasses of wine than she should, and Peter was instantly intrigued by the woman she became once she was a few steps past buzzed.

There were a few times during the drove home that night that Peter thought Melanie was going to squeeze his cock to death through his pants as he headed home from the restaurant, but somehow me made it to the front door and got her inside before blowing his load. Once inside however, it was on. They started ripping each other's clothes off in the living room and by the time they'd reached his bed, a strewn pile of men's and women's semi-formal attire littered the hallway.

After a frantic and glorious round of coitus, Peter and Melanie found themselves in his bathroom shower. Spending their cuddling time kissing and cleansing themselves under the soft and steady stream of his steaming shower, out of the corner of Peter's eye, something devious caught his attention.

Never one to waste any more time in the shower than he had to, Peter had barely used the shower-jet his Sister had got him for Christmas two years earlier. It was still sitting there dangling by the basket he kept his shampoo on but suddenly Peter looked at it with a new found fondness and curiosity. 

Roaming his hands over Melanie's soaking wet breasts from behind as he continued to nuzzle his lips against her neck, Peter whispered a 'shhh' into Melanie's ear and told her to hold on as he reached for the long, stainless steel hose. 

"What are you doing?" she giggled, her knees still a little woobly from their rabid make-out session just minutes earlier. 

Without saying a word, Peter fumbled with the connection of the hose until he'd fitted it snugly over the shower head. Pulling the heavy head of the shower jet forward, Peter switched it on and gently eased the rotating spray up the inside of Melanie's right thigh.

"HEHEHEHEHE," Melanie couldn't stifle a flirtatious giggle as the millions and millions of tiny water molecules sizzled against her skin.

"...OH..MY," she gushed when Peter raised his hand and began swinging the soothing jets of water back and forth across her well proportioned breasts.

"Is that all that thing can do," Melanie snickered as she reclined back in Peter's arms.

"Nope..not by a long shot," he chewed on Melanie's ear and said just before lowering the head of the phallic shaped shaft directly down against her crotch.

Melanie's feet instantly flexed and shuddered on the floor of the shower when Peter buried the full force of the jet between her thighs. Wincing, Melanie groaned out loud as she grinded her ass backwards against Peter for support.

"Don't you have one of these at home..I'll be glad to let you borrow it," he smiled into Melanie's ear.

"I'm taking it home tonight," Melanie gasped back to Peter, her chest heaving wildly as she clamped her thighs together around the relentless spray of the hand-held and heartless device.

Enthralled by the way the woman in his arms reacted to such a brutal rush of adrenaline, Peter kept the jets snug against Melanie's pussy, rotating it in slow and churning circles over the expanse of her entire vulva until her moans were ricocheting continuously through the steam-filled bathroom. 

"OH MY GOD PETER..OH MY GOD..FUCK," Melanie squeezed, her feet now squeaking on the slick surface of the shower floor as her legs gradually turned to jell-o.

Within a minute of having the showerhead placed against her crotch, the back of Melanie's luxurious, but now soaking wet, auburn hair was clinging to Peter's chest as she rocked the back of her head side to side.

Steadying himself on the increasingly slick surface below, Peter could look down over Melanie's shoulder and see the remnants of the sperm he just shot deep inside the woman's womb now flowing down the drain as he cleansed every nook and cranny of her cunt with the virgin showerhead.

"Are you gonna cum again?" Peter mockingly hissed into Melanie's ear, recognizing from the pace of her breaths and tortured groans he was on the verge of pushing her over the edge for the second time of the night.

"YES....GODDAMMIITTT...YESSSSSS," Melanie grimaced in a hoarse whisper as she doubled over between Peter's arms.

"YES PETER...RIGHT THERE..YESSSSS WWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHHH YYYEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!," she wailed with desperate clarity a few seconds later when Peter rammed the full brunt of the liquid assault down on her overwhelmed clitoris.

For the next minute or so, Melanie Wilder became nothing more than a sopping wet, 125 pound crumple of writhing flesh and bone in Peter's arms as what felt like a Roman Candle had somehow detonated deep inside her womb. 

By the time it was over, Peter had to literally pull Melanie up from her knees after she'd collapsed from the sheer force of her orgasm.

"Are you alright..did you pass out?" Peter asked Melanie as he helped her to her feet.

"...I.....don't know....I don't care...whoooooaaa," she shivered uncontrollably, every nerve ending in her body still firing as she allowed Peter to reach for a towel to wrap around her trembling shoulders as they stepped out of the tub.

For his part, the everlasting memory of the evening was the embedded image of Melanie's face when she came. If there was truly a window to a woman's soul, it was seeing the look on her face at the precise moment she gave up complete control of all her facilities and allowed nothing but her primal need for release to take over. Peter got to see that in the shower with Melanie that evening and knew once a man had done that to a woman, the possibilities with her were limitless.

Passing the city limits sign into Atlantic City, Peter turned and cast Melanie a quick and knowing smile, one she freely returned.

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Peter and Melanie's trip to Atlantic City started out the same way most people's do who have more money with them than sense. The slot machines were doing exactly as they'd been programmed and the blackjack dealers weren't treating them much better either.

By 3 am, sleepy already from the long drive down and out a good three to four hundred dollars, they decided to call it a night. Unfortunately, Peter had also taken liberal advantage of the complimentary drinks during the evening and just wasn't in any shape to have his way with Melanie when the two retired upstairs to their room.

A salesman by trade, Peter enjoyed sizing up the people hanging around the casino as he and Melanie frittered away their silly money. Even though he was losing at every turn, he did take a quantum of solace seeing the way many of the men there seemed to steal an extended stare or two at Melanie when they didn't think he was looking. There were older men and younger men, well to do guys and street hustlers of every shape and size and even though she wasn't his Wife, or even really formally his Girlfriend, Peter still brimmed with pride knowing they didn't know that.

That, in and of itself, brought Peter some unspoken cache in the room. It wasn't until the second night there however that Peter's new found cache got put to the test.

The first time had been a little after 8pm that Saturday night when a guy who'd spent a little too much quality time at the bar bumped into Melanie as she and Peter made their way across the casino floor. Instead of simply saying he was sorry and easing past the couple, he reached down and started feeling the 39 year old woman up as his beer soaked breath washed across her face. Peter quickly stepped in but it wasn't long before the myriad of security cameras picked up the disagreement and several well dressed and efficient hotel personnel whisked the man away.

The second incident came about two hours later and was slightly more subtle, but it hit Peter completely out of left field.

Craps was the game of choice at that point in the evening, and it would also sum up the luck they were having as they stood around the table with several other couples. A few times while they were at the craps table, Peter could sense the attention of what seemed to be a rather affluent and portly Arab man on the other side of the table concentrated on Melanie. Peter paid little attention, especially considering a rather attractive middle aged Arab woman who was probably the guy's Wife was sitting directly beside him. At some point, Peter was sure she would put the man in his place, even if it took a kick under the table from her narrow toe'd high heel boot.

Still, when Peter looked up a little while later and saw the man sizing Melanie up once again, something inside him began to boil. For whatever reason, the way this guy was gawking at Melanie was somehow different in measure and intent than the way most of the other guys in the casino had over the previous 24 hours. There was a calmness, almost an ease of entitlement in the way that he mentally undressed the woman to Peter's left.

So when the man across the table stood up, Peter felt his heart jump, and an inexplicable wave of dread momentarily sweep through his system when instead of making his way to the bathroom or another gambling station, the gentleman eased around the table and walked directly up to Peter before tapping him politely on the shoulder.

"May I have a word with you?" the man said to Peter in heavily accented but understandable English.

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At first, Peter thought he misunderstood what the man said. After all, the stranger spoke somewhat broken English and there was a substantial din in the room. When he repeated himself a second time however, Peter got the message loud and clear.

"I'd like to make love to the lovely woman you're with," his Arabian accent rattled around inside Peter's head.

"She's not my Wife," Peter found himself replying.

"I didn't say she was," the stranger smiled. " I noticed neither of you were wearing a ring but I can tell she is very fond of you. That being said, I'd still like to make love to her."

Peter didn't know whether to cold-cock the guy in the face or simply excuse himself and scurry Melanie to another part of the casino. In lieu of either extreme, Peter could do nothing more than stare dumbfounded at the patient Arab gentleman.

"I'm certainly willing to make it worth your while,' he added a few breaths later. "It's pretty clear your luck hasn't been the best here at the table."

"We're not in any sort of desperate straights here..it's just our splurge money we're blowing here," Peter wanted to explain but the incredulously crude offer continued to leave him speechless.

Within a minute or so Melanie eased up beside Peter and felt a tad unsettled seeing the look on his face as he stood beside the middle aged man who'd pulled him away from the craps table.

"Is everything alright?" she asked.

Peter nodded re-assuredly that it was but he didn't have a clue how he was going to broach the content of his conversation with the stranger to Melanie.

If Peter had been stunned by the gentleman's offer, Melanie had been positively agasp. Peter fully expected Melanie to wheel back and smack the chubby but well dressed man standing in front of her when he repeated his indecent proposal to her, but it seemed she was startled by his gentle and steadfast ease as well.

It was clear in his gaze that the stranger had become quite infatuated in a short time with Melanie. If he was as rich as he appeared, he could have afforded to hire any escort in town and have her do anything he wanted, but for whatever reason, he was still standing there in front of Melanie and her significant other, making the offer to her face. 

Off to the side the gentleman's Wife waited with an air of aloof curiosity. She nodded a friendly smile back to both Peter and Melanie when each cast her a curious stare, as if to say she'd signed off on her Husband's actions.

Peter increasingly found himself in an awkward spot. Instinct told him to grab Melanie by the hand and whisk her away, preventing this from going any further. On the other hand Peter knew about the fierce independent streak inside the divorced woman beside him and that created just enough caution on Peter's part to not to overstep his bounds. And despite the glazed and obviously off-kilter expression on Melanie's face, the word 'no' hadn't quite left her lips.

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Asad Aziz was a 48 year old petroleum executive from Rhiyah, Saudi Arabia. He and his 44 year old Wife, Rysa, tried making a least two trips to the US every year. During the Spring they usually trekked to the West Coast, spending a good deal of time in LA or San Francisco. In the Fall they tried spending a week or so touring the East Coast, mainly New York City and Boston, but occasionally when they felt the urge to blow a few thousand dollars gambling, they made their way down to Atlantic City.

Like many wealthy Saudi couples who made a pilgrimage to the US, Asad and Rysa enjoyed letting their hair down away from the constant peering eyes and repression of home. Part of that fun often consisted of some adult play with willing American couples, and over the past 10 years they'd made quite a few friends during their travels.

Through the miracle of the internet, the Aziz had met hundreds and hundreds of friends in cyber space from all around the world, and it was extremely special when they were able to actually hook up with those people during their trips to Europe, Asia or the US.

Setting up a rendezvous was fun, but so were the occasions when Asad and Rysa would be out somewhere and a stranger would catch their eye (Melanie Wilder being one such case) and Asad would decide to make a serendipitous overture towards them or their significant other.

That's not to say it was all peaches and cream. After 9-11 especially, travel to and from Saudi Arabia became much more dicey, not to mention there was a definite chill at the very site of an Arab walking down some American streets. It seemed with each passing trip to the States however, attitudes were getting somewhat better, but the couple still did try to frequent places where their was affluence among the clientele, figuring the more wealthy a group of people, the more open minded and tolerant they were to other people who had money, no matter what creed or country of origin. 

There were plenty of times Asad had been shot down, but he always approached the couple in a friendly and non-threatening manner and never had a problem taking 'no' for an answer.

There had been many couples however that eventually accepted the Aziz's offer. Often times Asad could sense immediately if the chemistry was right and it wasn't long before four adults were enjoying each other's company somewhere in private. Being a life-long student of human nature and motivation, sometimes Asad found himself offering other inducements. After studying Peter and Melanie for a good hour or so, he quickly determined even though they weren't married, it seemed like there was still quite a bit of passion and comfort between the two. To Asad there was also an air that they were perhaps open to discovery. His instincts told him the odds of getting of getting the couple on the other side of the craps table to go along with his offer were slim, but each time he looked at Melanie, Asad knew he'd kick himself if he didn't at least try.

After a few more drinks, and a few more stares deep into Melanie unsuspecting brown eyes, along with the silent but approving nod he got from his Wife, Asad decided to finally walk over and make his pitch.

Needless to say, Asad wasn't surprised to see his initial inquiry fail. Having seen with his own eyes the amount of money Peter had lost at the craps table, and the rolling eyes look of dejection each time he lost a little more, Asad thought he could offer the man a small amount of cash once he got him alone to perhaps get his foot in the door. When Asad saw Peter's reaction to being offered $500 to sleep with his Girlfriend, he knew he may have made a miscalculation. The complication was further heightened when Melanie excused herself from the table to see what was going on with Peter.

After explaining his intentions to her as well, Asad could see the incredulousness grow on the American couple's faces, but still an outright 'no' was yet to be uttered. Realizing the offer of cash wasn't going to be a proper enticement, a radical counter-offer suddenly popped into Asad's head.

He'd still leave the money on the table, but what Asad suggested next left both Peter and Melanie a little more curious about joining the Arab couple upstairs.

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The thought of watching a chubby Arab man have sex with Melanie did nothing to arouse Peter's senses. The money he'd offered would have, in most cases, reeked of desperation but Peter was sure he could see a real affinity, if not true infatuation in the man's eyes for Melanie. The thought of having sex with the Arab's man's Wife did certainly peak Peter's curiousity, but the sales job it was going to take to convince Melanie to maybe join in a threesome with him and the man's Wife was going to be tough, even for him.




Apples Fall Not Far... Ch. 02



Although the original offer was clearly obscene, especially when Peter had to listen to the man utter it directly to Melanie when she came over to see what was going on, there never seemed to be any hassle or pressure in the way Asad delivered it. Slipping his left arm snuggly around Melanie's back during the awkward conversation, as if to mark his territory, Peter prepared to politely refuse the invitation and wish the Arab gentleman well. A few moments later, Asad made the counteroffer that froze the American couple in their tracks.

Fifteen minutes later, both couples were safely behind the closed door of Peter and Melanie's 6th floor hotel room. If Asad couldn't have sex with Melanie, he was content to settle for the next best thing.

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Instead of essentially paying to have sex with the object of his desire, a second idea popped into Asad Aziz's head when he saw the clear reluctance in Peter and Melanie's faces. Rather than the chance to sleep with Melanie himself, Asad's offer was to allow he and his Wife, Rysa, to simply sit in the room and watch the American couple make love.

The initial jolt of hearing that caused Peter to simply shake his head as he tried to untie his tongue. Melanie chest rose and fell several times and her eyes didn't blink for nearly a minute as the Arab gentleman's words hung in the air.

"...I...I...," Peter stammered until Melanie finally interrupted with a coherent sentence.

"Are you still offering the money?" Melanie asked, her response leaving the two men surrounding her stunned.

Suddenly Peter's already startled gaze shifted from Asad down to his Girlfriend beside him.

"We were going to have sex when we got back to the room anyway...might as well get paid a couple hundred bucks to do it," Melanie's eyes seemed to silently quell Peter's visual unease. 

"Yes..absolutly...$500...," Asad nodded before casting an optimistic smile over to his Wife waiting in the wings.

So there Peter Relaford was, naked on the bed with the middle-aged Saudi couple seated together on the sofa to the right, all three focused on Melanie who was still dressed as she sat on the edge of the bed in front of Peter.

For his part, Peter knew if this opportunity had presented itself a month earlier, he would have had neither the guts or the guile to go through with it. Dating the college girl named Shelby for the past few weeks, albeit behind Melanie's back, had somehow given Peter back the mojo he'd lost after his failed marriage.

Raising up on his knees, Peter began to unzip the back of Melanie's blouse as she faced Asad and Rysa. He could literally feel the nervous electricity sizzling from Melanie's pores as he leaned forward and kissed her softly on the nape of the neck.

"You sure you wanna go through with this?" he whispered into her ear just to make sure.

"Yes....You're here..let's do it," Melanie sighed re-assuredly back to her Boyfriend.

Right then Peter realized Melanie might not have had the desire or confidence to go through with what they were doing either before he'd somehow earned her trust, not to mention jumpstarted her sexuality after her divorce.

The tension in the room changed instantly from awkwardness to anxiousness when the sound of Peter pulling the zipper down filtered through the air. Asad and Rysa shifted visibly in their seat, and Peter felt his cock twitch to life until the tip of it was grazing the back of Melanie's blouse as he knelt behind her. Looking down over his Girlfriend's shoulder, Peter could see the 36C swells of Melanie's breasts rise and fall beneath her top as one shallow breath after another left her lungs.

Looking to his right, Peter could see the glassy eyed shimmer of excitement growing in the Aziz's eyes as they sat side by side on the sofa, looking almost as if the couple was watching Melanie and him in an X-rated film they'd ordered from the hotel's cable service. Leaning down, Peter kissed Melanie on the top of her head once he worked the zipper all the way down. After a few seconds to steady himself, he then gracefully eased her blouse up over her shoulders after she'd raised her arms. 

Melanie flinched noticeably when she felt the garment slide down her arms, as if the air against her bare skin was the final straw to tell her all this was real. Still, the approval she saw in Asad and Rysa's faces when the outline of her bosom came into view behind the cups of her lacy black bra was all she needed to egg herself on.

Standing up behind Melanie once he'd helped her to her feet, Peter reached around and squeezed the ample mounds of her breasts through her bra, as if proudly displaying his Girlfriend's womanhood for Rysa and Asad to see. Smiling in turn when he saw the Saudi couple's faces light up, Peter allowed himself a moment to size up Asad's Wife.

Even though Rysa was wearing an expensive designer leather jacket, Peter was pretty sure from the way her breasts rested that she was even more endowed than Melanie. Being shorter and carrying her weight much differently than Melanie, Peter licked his lips as he admired the Arab woman's thickness, especially how good her mocha brown thighs looked under the short black leather skirt she was wearing, not to mention the black knee high boots she elegantly sported.

Slithering his tongue up and down the right side of Melanie's neck, Peter rubbed his right hand down her mid-rift until he clamped it over the front of Melanie's charcoal colored mini-skirt. Flexing his left hand around Melanie's ass, Peter simultaneously massaged her rear end and crotch through the skirt before wedging his right knee between her legs for support when he sensed Melanie's feet start to wobble.

"I think they like what they see," Peter whispered into his Girlfriend's ear when he saw the way Asad tightly crossed his right leg over his left as he intently looked on.

Just as Melanie was about to kick off her four inch spike heels to help keep her balance as Peter felt her up, Asad's eyes glowed and in an almost child-like plea he leaned forward and begged, "Please....Please...leave them on."

"Yeah....you just try wearing these things," Melanie wanted to say to Asad but she quickly forgot about her aching feet when Peter's hand slipped beneath the front of her skirt and he started to fondle her pussy through her sheer and already moistened panties.

Squatting slightly until her hips were flush against the support of Peter's bent knee, Melanie rested there knowing everyone in the room could hear the slippery sounds of Peter's digits digging through her sopping wet vagina.

"AAHH...AAAHHHH," Melanie's raspy breath filled the room as she felt the hand Peter had placed on her ass begin to ease the zipper of her skirt down. 

"Let's get you out of this dress," she heard Peter say from behind as he started to slide the clingy fabric down her soft pale thighs.

It was clear from the way Asad and Rysa caressed on the sofa they were growing increasingly aroused by what they were seeing. Knowing he had the Arab couple's complete attention, Peter wasted little time stripping Melanie down to nothing but her bra and panties.

"Good job keeping your heels on when you stepped out of your dress Baby," Peter laughed into Melanie's ear before swirling the tip of his tongue up and down the back of her neck.

An eerie silence settled in the room, and Peter was convinced he could hear all four heartbeats of the people there as he prepared to unsnap the hook and eyes of Melanie's bra. Looking over at Rysa and Asad, it appeared as if they were holding their collective breath as he worked the clasps free and eased the narrow black straps over Melanie's freckled shoulders.

"MMMMM..YES," a deep groan of approval rose from Asad's chest when he saw Melanie's breasts come into view.

Peter could also see Rysa's fingernails squeeze hard at her Husband's upper thigh as she cuddled against him, visibly aroused as well at the sight of Melanie's freed bosom.

Biting down on Melanie's shoulder as he dropped her bra to the floor, Peter's cock swung to full attention as his Girlfriend's rear end rutted against his thigh.

"You're getting wet..I can feel it," Peter sighed before slipping his fingers into the elastic waistband of Melanie's frilly lace panties.

Rubbing his already slick digits along Melanie's throbbing labia, Peter dipped his index and middle fingers into the glistening puddle of her excitement until Melanie's knees were quivering like jelly. Easing his left hand into the backside of Melanie's thong, Peter proceeded to tease her asshole, causing a series of shrieks and gasps to spill from her parted lips.

"Your nipples are hard as rocks," he leaned over Melanie's shoulder and mocked before nodding over to the Aziz sitting several feet away.

"I think his dick is getting pretty hard too," Melanie defiantly shot back as she began to rythemicly grind her asscheeks against Peter's probing hand, both of them watching the couple on the couch as intently as they were watching them.

"He's getting a little help," Peter whispered into Melanie's ear when he saw Rysa work her hand down to the fly of her Husband's tailored slacks.

Wasting no time, Peter hooked his thumbs under the waistband of Melanie's panties and rolled them down her thighs. Bending down behind her, Peter pulled the skimpy and warm wad of fabric down to Melanie's feet before twisting his head between her knees and pushing his face up to her crotch. Opening his mouth, Peter quickly clamped his lips around his Girlfriend's vagina as he secured his grip around her waist.

Startled by the suddeness of Peter's cat-quick actions as she tettered on the narrow tips of her high heels, in the short time she knew him, Melanie couldn't remember Peter ever moving that fast as he crouched at her feet. Looking straight down at Peter's face mashed against her neatly trimmed auburn bush, Melanie chided herself for not shaving herself bare that morning.

"Last thing you thought would be having to worry about a Middle Eastern couple seeing you naked tonight," Melanie laughed inside her head as Peter's tongue tripped deliciously through her wires.

With Peter contorted at such a severe angle between her legs, Melanie had a clear view of Asad and Rysa snuggled on the couch and she felt her dim and normally smoky eyes flare with lust when she saw the chubby girth pressing the inside of the man's pants, not to mention the devilish grin on his Wife's face as she fondled him.

Melanie could see Asad's cock straining the fabric of his slacks a little more with each passing second and she felt her mouth water watching the way Rysa seemed to show off her Husband's endowment the same way Peter had done moments earlier with her's.

"Oh God Baby..Peter...Please..Get me up on the bed and fuck me," Melanie found herself pleading, the heat of her arousal flowing now like lava through her womb.

Feeling Peter pull his mouth away from her cunt with a moist plop, Melanie felt as if she was floating in air when Peter stood up and helped her lay flat on the still made bed.

Asad and Rysa both tensed then shifted forward in their seats, the look of excitement evident on their faces as Peter hovered above Melanie, preparing to mount her.

"No....put her on top," Asad scolded in his thick and pronounced accent. "Let us see her face while you fuck her!"

"No problem," Peter shook his head and laughed, suddenly feeling as if he'd morphed into a porn star with a rather petulant director.

Stroking his cock several times to keep it fully energized as he helped Melanie up on her side, Peter finally reclined back and allowed his Girlfriend to straddle her naked body across his waist.

Squatting her pussy down on the rigid pole jutting from Peter's crotch, Melanie smiled and shuddered slightly feeling the head of Peter's prick press between her slick vaginal walls. Resting on her knees in a reverse cowgirl position on top of her boyfriend, Melanie was soon confronted with the full weight of Asad and Rysa's gaze as they sat less than 8 feet away. A warm wave of adrenaline shot through Melanie's body when she realized she was the utter and complete center of attention at that moment, and with that dose of indescribable energy, she began slamming her cunt down on the throbbing stalk of Peter's manhood.

It didn't take long for Peter to realize he was in a purely perfunctory role at that moment. Much like a groom at a wedding, his job was to sit back and look the part as the bride, in this case Melanie, carved out all the attention. It was a calling he was more than willing to accept however.

Grabbing his Girlfriend's cushy and round ass as he stabbed his cock upwards, Peter could feel the soft, jiggling weight of Melanie's tits swaying on top of his shins as she grinded like a bitch in heat on top of him. Oblivious to the visual interplay between the other three people in the room, Peter dutifully continued to perform the task of piledriving his lust full bore into Melanie's squishing cunt.

Gripping each of her hands around the edge of the mattress, Melanie braced herself as best she could as the ferocity of Peter's brutal thrusts sent explosions of light sparkling across her visual field. Through those same comet trails however, Melanie still couldn't divert her gaze away from the Arab couple, who were completely engrossed by her every move.

Her pupils fully dilated, Melanie anxiously watched as Rysa's left hand dipped between the unzipped fly of her Husband's pants a few seconds before her fingers locked around the clearly throbbing beast inside. She was also enthralled in the way Asad reached around his Wife and used his left hand to massage her massive left breast through the button down silk shirt she was wearing.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHFUCCCKKKKK," Melanie couldn't help but gasp when the sound of Peter's crotch crashing into her's became a continuous loop inside her head.

The crispness of the made bed steadily coming undone by the way she fiercly clawed at the edges of the bedspread, Melanie's temples started to throb and she felt napalm trickle down her spine as Peter's cock pounded deeper into her womb.

"AAHHHAAHHHAAHH....EEEEAAAHHHHHH," she cried out, her bloodshot eyes filled with the acid-stained image of the middle aged couple sitting there, taking such joy in her spastic condition.

"Do you want to see it?" Rysa's eyes seemed to interrogate Melanie as she teasingly offered to free her Husband's cock from his pants.

Seemingly speaking a silent feminine language understood across all cultures, Melanie's eyes begged "yes' as she nodded her already bouncing head up and down. A wicked smile, not to mention a rolling blush spread across Rysa's face when she saw the lustful want in Melanie's response.

Peter could feel the way Melanie's vaginal muscles clenched and fired around his cock and knew from his experience she was rapidly approaching orgasm. Continuing his relentless upward assault from his comfortable spot on the bed, Peter dug his fingers into Melanie's fleshy asscheeks as his own cum started to boil deep in his loins.

"You about there, Baby?" Peter moaned up to his Girlfriend.

"YESSSSSS," Melanie growled back to Peter, her eyes still glued to Rysa's hand inside Asad's pants.

"WWWWWWAAAAAHHHHHHH," Melanie's voice walied like a locomotive across the room a few seconds later when her release finally tore through her body.

Her crotch working like a jackhammer down on Peter's prick, it didn't take long before his mucusy semen was pasting the depths of her overheated and throbbing vagina. Mashing his teeth together as he came, Peter twisted his head side to side on the bed as he humped his hips upwards, delivering his boiling seed to the deepest reaches of Melanie's cervix.

For several seconds the sound of his Girlfriend's screams echoed beautifully in Peter's head as he writhed in orgasm beneath her, but suddenly and inexplicably Melanie's voice went silent. Gathering himself after a few seconds to catch his breath, Peter finally twisted his head far enough around Melanie's spent and spasming frame to survey the situation.

What he saw caused his eyes to burn.... 

Part 3 coming soon... 



Apples Fall Not Far... Ch. 03



In the disorientating fog of his orgasm, Peter didn't realize Asad had stood up from the sofa and walked to the edge of the bed. Trying to focus his eyes as he fought to collect his breath, Peter could see the shaft of Asad's cock jutting from the fly of his pants, along with the way Melanie's mouth looked nearly unhinged as she wrapped it around the upper third of the majestic, vein laced brown slab of meat.

Peter could still feel Melanie's vaginal muscles working around his deflating, sperm drenched cock until it finally slipped free from inside her. Leaning to his right and propping himself up on his elbow to get a better look, Peter could clearly feel the tension steaming from Melanie's body as she tried accommodating Asad's girth. From his vantage point, it didn't appear as if Asad's dick was that much longer than his, but it was clear from the way just the head of it puffed out the sides of Melanie's cheeks that it was easily twice the circumference. Watching Melanie work her obscenely overworked lips back and forth across it, Peter could also tell Asad wasn't circumcised, and that only added to the visceral image he was witnessing.

Reaching around Melanie with his left hand, while trying his best not to disturb her efforts with Asad, Peter began gently massaging his Girlfriend's breasts as she serviced the wealthy Saudi businessman. 

For his part, Asad simply stood there beside the bed looking down at the American woman give him head. With his right hand resting lazily on his hip, Asad used his left to keep Melanie's hair out of her eyes so he could get an unfettered look at her beautiful face stretched to such ungodly proportions as she tried to accommodate his manhood.

Pinching Melanie's nipples from the side until they throbbed like fat grapes between his fingers, Peter spent some time trying to fathom the transformation that had taken place in the woman he'd only known for a few weeks. From his position to her right, Peter could see Melanie's eyes bulge comically each time the massive head of Asad's cock plowed into the back of her throat, not to mention the way the muscles in her neck and shoulders worked as her clear and slick drool oozed like a leaky faucet all over his dick.

Peter couldn't help but notice how much Asad's penis seemed to look just like a miniature version of his entire self. Pudgy and thick, it's substantial girth seemed to have tripped some sort of competitive urge inside Melanie that she was clearly determined to meet. Her nostrils flaring each time she tried filling her lungs with air, Melanie clenched her left hand around the edge of the mattress and clawed her right around Asad's waist in front of her, clutching her fingers around his belt as she forced her mouth down on his choking erection.

Scanning his gaze over to the fourth occupant of the room, Peter spent a few seconds studying Asad's Wife, Rysa, who was still sitting on the sofa. Her right leg propped up on the spot her Husband had just been seated, Peter could see the voluptuous dark haired woman's right hand had slipped under her dress and was working like a corkscrew in slow motion between her thick thighs as she brazenly watched Melanie struggle to give her Husband head.

The longer he watched Rysa, the more his 41 year old cock stirred back to life. By the time she'd worked the hem of her dress all the way up to her crotch, Peter's erection was literally twitching against his right thigh as he absorbed the stark contrast of Rysa's pink vaginal lips glistening between her dense black pubes.

As if she sensed a place for herself at the proverbial table, Peter watched as Rysa kicked her feet up and walked towards the bed in her sexy black leather high heeled boots. Rysa's skirt tightly bunched around her waist as she strode forward, Peter swore he could smell the Arab woman's feminine arousal mixing in the air with Melanie's. The combined scent was nearly intoxicating for Peter as the four people assembled in the room suddenly all found themselves huddled together around that one bottom corner of the bed.

Seeing Asad flash a brief smile across to his Wife when he saw her approach, Peter stared on as the short and stocky man quickly turned his attention back to Melanie, who was now teetering on her knees in front of him, the sheets below clearly bunching with every movement as she franticly worked Asad's cock deeper down her throat.

Keeping one hand on Melanie's forehead as he raked his fat cock over her palate, Asad's chest rose and his face brightened when he saw his Wife reach down and begin stroking the top of Melanie's hair with her left hand.

All Peter could do was sit back and jack his cock up and down as he watched the middle aged Saudi couple usurp complete control of his Girlfriend's senses.

Continuing to rub Melanie's chest with his free hand, Peter could feel his Girlfriend's heart racing inside her chest as she knelt there on all fours, servicing the stranger. Keeping the steady grip he had on his own erection, Peter eventually allowed his left hand to sweep over Melanie's waist before letting it come to rest on her lily white rear end.

Seeing Melanie's body shudder each time Asad shoved his fat phallic sword deeper down her gullet, an idea sparkled inside Peter's head when he felt the wet traces of his spent semen leaking down Melanie's thighs. Rubbing his fingertips through the still warm and sticky trail, Peter slowly swirled the now greasy digits until they'd found their way between the crack of her ass. Never having tried any anal play with her during their brief time together, Peter had no clue what to expect when he slipped the tip of his middle finger inside her rectum. Seeing how much of Melanie's focus was committed to satisfying Asad, Peter flexed his left hand all the way open and decided to go for broke. Using the residue of his own cum as a lubricant, Peter shoved his middle finger down to the first knuckle inside his Girlfriend's virgin ass.

The 39 year old woman instantly bucked, her waist twisting several times as her rear end lurched backwards against Peter's invasion. Her face, although straining, never moved from its position directly in front of Asad's crotch. Impaled now from both ends with her nostrils flaring wildly, Melanie braced her hand even tighter against Asad's waist as the length of her Boyfriend's finger disappeared into her ass.

As fiercely as Melanie's anal ring squeezed at his finger, Peter guessed correctly he was probing unchartered territory. He was sorely tempted to jump behind Melanie and change all that, but considering all she had on her plate at that moment, Peter decided to save that mountain for a later date. Melanie's plate was about to get a lot more jumbled however.

Looking over at Rysa standing beside her Husband, Peter watched as she dropped down to her knees until she was eye to eye with Melanie. Using her left hand to tenderly fold the locks of Melanie's auburn hair over her right ear, Rysa snuck her right hand between Melanie's outstretched arms before she greedily began groping the American woman's tits as they flopped side to side.

Seeing what his Wife was doing, combined with the glorious sensation of Melanie's mouth wrapped around his cock, Asad's head suddenly slung backwards and rolled back and forth between his shoulders as wave after wave of growing euphoria pinballed down his spine.

"UUHHH...UUHH....UURRGGRRAAHHH," his husky groans grew more intense until it was clear from the way his knees were twitching in his pants that he was about to cum.

His dick pressed far enough into Melanie's mouth that the snarl of his pubic hair was just beginning to tickle her nose, Asad pressed both hands around the American woman's head and increased the urgency of his pelvic thrusts. Looking down to see his Wife groping Melanie's breasts at the same time the woman's Boyfriend gently dug one of his fingers deeper into her raised ass, all Asad could do was take a joyous deep breath at just how beautiful the sight below was before he shot his load down Melanie's throat.

From his reclined perch along the side of the bed, Peter could sense the inevitable onslaught. The slow and steady pace Asad had been feeding his dick to Melanie had been replaced by an ever increasing rythemic force until the Saudi man was on the tips of his toes each time he lunged his groin forward against Melanie's face. Peter could also see the look of excitement and expectation in Rysa's seemingly stoic gaze as she looked up at her Husband from her knees.

Holding the sides of Melanie's head with his two meaty hands, Asad skullfucked the naked woman on the bed until a long, animalistic groan seared from his lungs.

"AAAAWWWWWWRRRGGGHHAAAHHH," his husky roar reverberated through the room until it was clear from the milky white liquod seeping from both corners of Melanie's lips what had happened.

Her asshole gnawing now at his embedded finger, Peter lovingly braced his free arm around Melanie's back and held her tight as she tried swallowing the Arab man's rich and salty seminal stream.

An incessant flow of gurgles and snorts brimmed from Melanie's nose as several strands of Asad's steaming ejaculate trickled down her chin. Anyone could tell she was trying to injest as much of the copious flow as she could, but there was just no way she could keep up. When Asad finally did pull back and jerk his cock free from Melanie's lips, the blunt slab of meat looked as if it had been dipped into a jar of microwaved marshmellow fluff.

Her mouth freed, Melanie quickly inhaled a massive dose of oxygen, causing a comical bubble of sailva mixed cum to sprout between her lips when she spat out her initial few exhales.

Watching his Girlfriend collapse straight down on her chest from sheer exhaustion, Peter carefully removed the finger he'd wedged up her ass before reaching up to tenderly massage her trembling back and shoulders.

"Are you gonna be OK Baby?" he whispered down to her.

"UH..HUH," was all Melanie could manage, the gravely tone of her voice evidence of just how much of Asad's semen remained on her palate.

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His feet spread wide as he surveyed the sexual carnage on the bed, Asad Aziz slowly stuffed the spent girth of his cumsmeared cock back into his pants before stepping away and walking towards the sofa to sit down, the entire time with an aire of a job well done. His Wife, Rysa, remained on her knees beside the bed, her left hand still tenderly cupping the side of Melanie's head, even after the spent woman had splashed face down on the mattress. 

Much the same way the air is different after a thunderstorm passes through, Asad's climax had done something to change the ions in the room. Continuing to trace his fingers softly across his Girlfriend's back and shoulders, Peter assumed the festivities were over, that the two couples would make some trivial small talk as they caught their breath before finally parting ways. That assumption was quickly torpedoed however when Rysa tilted Melanie's head to the side an instant before she gently closed her lips around the naked woman's mouth.

Peter recoiled noticably when he saw Rysa's face eclipse Melanie's an instant before the Arab woman's mouth glided through the cum her Husband had just splashed across his Girlfriend's face. Seeing Rysa's heavy bosom pressing against the bottom edge of the mattress as she leaned in closer to Melanie, Peter's eyes became as big as saucers when he saw the way the dark skinned woman's cherry red lips looked pressing delicatly against Melanie's. In that moment of stunning calm, Peter couldn't help but wonder if it was the first time his Girlfriend had ever been kissed by another grown woman.

His right hand creeping down to his crotch as he watched the married woman tenderly swab her tongue across Melanie's lips and chin, Peter couldn't help but steal a quick glance over to Asad on the sofa just to see if everything he was seeing was normal protocol.

All the Arab man did was chuckle and smile when he saw Peter's quizzical stare. Taking a deep breath as he steadied his position on the bed, Peter turned his attention back to the two women at his feet and slowly began stroking his cock back to life. Tracing his free hand up and down Melanie's spine as she rested face down on the now crumpled sheets, Peter's pulse rate quickened substancially when he saw his Girlfriend begin kissing the slightly older woman back, in the process swapping Asad's seed from her mouth to his Wife's.

"What do you call that in America...a snowball..yes?" Asad laughed from the sofa in his his thickly accented English.

"Yeah," Peter shook his head and nodded, now glaring at the way Rysa rubbed her fingers through Melanie's luxurious hair as she accelerated the intensity of her kisses. An intensity, although cautious and clumsy, Melanie tried to meet.

Peter was transfixed by the two womens' impromtu sapphic exchange. Despite the numerous fantasies he'd had over the years about watching women make love, to literally have a front row seat to witness it left Peter thunderstruck. His toes tingling as he watched Melanie and Rysa chew their soft lips against each other's, Peter blankly worked his right palm up and down on his bobbing erection.

A stupifying gaze plastered across his face, Peter's nearly backed into the headboard when out of nowhere Rysa reached up without looking and wrapped her fingers around his, in essense blindly helping Peter masturbate himself. Loosening his own grip slightly, Peter allowed Rysa soft, chubby fingers to slide down in place of his and for the moment he just sat back and allowed the Saudi woman to openly stroke his cock and balls as she continued to kiss his Girlfriend.

Out of the corner of his eye, Peter could see the look of approval Asad was giving his bride of over 20 years.

As if drawn by her ever increasing arousal, Peter attention was jerked back when Rysa suddenly pulled her mouth away from Melanie's mouth and crawled her knees up on the bottom of the bed.

"Oh God," the 41 year old salesman groaned like an incredulous schoolboy when the Arab woman immediatly lowered her face down to his crotch and took the inflamed staff of his manhood all the way into her mouth.

Goosebumps spread out across Peter's naked flesh each time Rysa swung her head side to side, not only from the glorious sensation of her lips encassing his cock but also from the delicate way the tips of her long black hair tickled his chest as she crouched down on top of him.

Allowing his eyes to meet Melanie's when she turned to see what Rysa had done, Peter and his Girlfriend simply stared at each other and shook their heads at the situation they'd stumbled in to.

Continuing to lather Peter's cock, without warning Rysa reached out with her right hand and wedged Melanie's thighs apart. Propping herself against Peter, Rysa used that momentum to swing the auburn haired woman around until Melanie was on her side, facing her. Once Melanie's pussy was parallel with her eyes, like a starving patron at a buffet, Rysa quickly removed her mouth from Peter's prick and drove it straight into the American woman's cum-soaked vagina.

Just as she'd done transferring her Husband's seed from Melanie's mouth to her own, Rysa proceeded to orally dredge the remnants of the load Peter had dumped into Melanie's womb. If it wasn't the first time Melanie Wilder had ever been kissed by another woman, from the way her eyes shot open when Rysa's mouth pressed down on her cunt, Peter was certain it was the first time a woman had ever put her lips down there. 

Peter could see Melanie's chest heave and her pupils flare a little wider with each passing second as Rysa wickedly slithered her tongue across her steaming vulva. Easing up on his side, Peter slide across to the far side of the bed, determined to get a closer look as he cozied up beside his stunned and speechless Girlfriend.

Looking straight down at Rysa's caramel colored cheeks glistening with the combination of his cum and Melanie's leaking arousal, Peter began to fondle his Girlfriend's breasts as he turned his gaze up to study the look of awe on her pale, freckled face.

"Feel good?" he whispered into Melanie's ear as her nipples hardened like stones between his fingertips.

"UH...HUH," she winced and nodded her head, her body jerking now against Peter's chest each time Rysa nibbled her front teeth around the pink pearl of her exposed clitoris.

The wet sounds of Rysa's thick tongue lapping through Melanie's labia sizzled in Peter's ears as he leaned his head over his Girlfriend's chest and began suckling her right breast.

"OHHHGODDD," Melanie gulped, her back heaving off the mattress as she clamped her arm hard around her Boyfriend's back.

Humping her crotch anxiously against Rysa's face, Melanie found herself trying to cinch her thighs around the sides of the Saudi woman's head as she skewered her tongue deeper inside her.

His cock as rigid now as a blunt spear, Peter used his right hand to pull Rysa's long black hair away from her eyes to get a perfect view of the darkskinned woman eating Melanie out.

Synching up the swirling rythem of his tongue around Melanie's nipple with the same speed and pace Rysa was using a foot or so below on Melanie's quim, Peter could see Melanie's right foot raise high into the air and start quivering and kicking uncontrollably, much the way some dogs do when you scratch their belly.

"Don't fight it Baby..let her make you feel good?" Peter removed his mouth from her tit and urged.

Babbling and cursing incoherantly, Melanie pressed her face hard into the craddle of Peter's collarbone as her pussy turned to liqoud fire against the Arab woman's relentless and eager lips. Within a few seconds Peter's entire body was vibrating from the report of Melanie's violent release.

Peter's adrenaline raced feeling Melanie's fingernails claw at his back as she twisted and wailed in his arms. Looking down at Rysa's face partially obstructed now by Melanie's blood-filled labia clinging to her cheeks, Peter held his Girlfriend by the chest as the seismic tide of her orgasmic bliss flooded her body.

Holding his Girlfriend tight, Peter kissed her re-assuringly on the forehead and neck until she was sobbing non-stop in his arms. Patting her gently on the shoulder, Peter felt another shockwave tear through his system when Rysa raised her mouth from the trough of Melanie's sex and he saw just how stained her rounded facial features were from the fruits of her conquest.

Nothing more than a breathless vessel of human flesh beside him, Peter kissed Melanie on her right earlobe each time another orgasmic aftershock caused her knees and elbows to involuntarily flinch. Pulling the blanket on the bed up and covering Melanie's torso after he'd wiped away her tears, Peter and Rysa suddenly locked eyes.

There was an instant psyhic recognition between the two that the only unsatisfied entities in the room were the pulsing girth between his legs and the burning pool of need between her's.

Everything that happened over the next two minutes sped by in a flash. Seated on the far side of the bed away from Asad on the couch, Peter was helpless when Rysa swung her left leg over his waist and dropped her crotch straight down on his cock. He immediatly realized from the warmth of her wetness splashing flush against his manhood that she wasn't wearing any panties under her hiked up skirt. Clenching his right hand down over Rysa's left thigh to steady her weight, Peter grazed his fingers across the upper part of the Saudi woman's knee high, black leather boots as she forced her pussy down on his raised erection.

Casting a somewhat weary gaze over to Asad as the rim of his Wife's snatch careened down all the way to the base of his cock, Peter's queery was met with a friendly smile and hand gesture from the woman's Husband.




Apples Fall Not Far... Ch. 03



"I had the pleasure of your lady, now you have the pleasure of mine," Asad's eyes gleamed, not that Peter really had a say in the matter considering the rabid way Rysa had mounted him.

His heart beating in his throat, Peter could hear the squishing sounds of Rysa's cunt each time she slammed the velvet, buttery fissure down on his cock. Reaching both his hands up and wrapping them around Rysa's waist, Peter held on for dear life as the powerfully built woman began to ride him hard.

The bedsprings wincing beneath him, Peter looked up at the curvacious, watermelon shaped bulges of Rysa's breasts pressing out the front of her still tucked in shirt, and was sure he could hear the buttons of the shirt straining each time she exhaled and rutted on top of him.

"FUUUKKK...AAAHH...AAHHH..AAHHFFUUUUKKKKKKKK..SHHHHHFFFUUKKKK," the Arab woman hissed and grimaced, her English even worse than her Husband, but her message loud and clear.

Sliding his hands under Rysa's raised skirt, Peter flexed all 10 of his fingers around her jiggling asscheeks and as fiercly as he could, began humping his jock up to meet her downward thrusts.

"MMMMM...AAAHHHH...YESSSSSSSS," Peter breathlessly babbled, the woman's cunt feeling like a boa constrictor had replaced her vaginal muscles as she cruelly twisted it around his impaling manhood.

For the moment, Peter completely forgot about his Girlfriend, Melanie laying in an exhausted heap directly behind Rysa. Out of nowehere however, suddenly he felt several soft fingers begin stroking his balls. Knowing where his two hands were, Peter could also see and feel Rysa's hands pressing down and digging at his bare chest. With Asad still seated several feet away on the sofa, Peter head spun knowing it was Melanie fondling his nutsack as Rysa grinded on top of him, sadisticly trying to pilfer every drop of cum left inside him.

"GGGGOOOODDDDDDDDDD," Peter screamed out, his fingertips clamped around Rysa's rear end as he thrashed his head violently from side to side, delivering what sustenance he had left into the Arab woman's thirsty womb.

The image of Melanie's hand pawing at his balls as it got drenched by Rysa's dripping cunt radiated inside Peter's head as he bucked upwards, trying to drive every ounce of his lust into the woman straddling his waist. When he finally did open his eyes, it was just in time to witness Rysa's release.

Lifting his hands off Rysa's hips, Peter quickly closed them around the fullness of the married woman's heaving breasts, squeezing them hard through the tight material of her shirt as what appeared to be an exorcism took place inside Rysa's convulsing body.

"WWWWWHHHAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY," the writhing woman wailed, sounding hauntingly like a small child on a roller coaster for the first time as she pounded Peter deep into the mattress.

Peter's eyes blinked and watered seeing the almost diabolical way Rysa's face contorted when she came. He nearly shuddered in fear seeing the way her head cocked and fired, first to the left and then painfully to the right as her orgasm tore through every tissue in her soul, the entire time choking the very life from his still embedded cock with her quaking pussy.

Peter knew he'd never know for sure, but he was almost certain Melanie was doing something provocative to Rysa from behind from the way the Saudi woman's release grew increasingly violent. Casting his now exhausted gaze over to Asad on the couch, Peter could only imagine the sinful view the Arab man had as he rubbed his fat cock through his pants.

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Twenty minutes later, after a few cigarettes and polite small talk, Asad and Rysa walked out of Peter and Melanie's lives just as quickly as they'd walked in. The American couple found a way to have sex twice more before they finally carried themselves, and their raw genitals to bed. There was however a brief moment of pillow talk before the two dozed off that planted a seed in Peter's head, one that produced quite a bountiful harvest in his dreams during night.....

Part 4 to come...



Apples Fall Not Far... Ch. 04



It took awhile for the fallout from the night in Atlantic City with Melanie and the wealthy Saudi couple to make much sense to Peter Relaford. He knew his Girlfriend had done things that night with Asad and Rysa that she probably never thought she could. Hell, he did things he never thought he would either in that hotel room. But like any situation where the boundaries are breached, it would take awhile for the dust to settle to get a clear view of the new order of things.

In the days following their trip, while Peter and Melanie did talk a few times, it was almost like the early stages of their relationship where they were walking on eggshells, feeling each other out. Each now had a better understanding of what the other was capable of in an intimate setting, but Peter didn't know if he was falling in love with Melanie, or if he was simply falling deeper 'in lust' after seeing what she was like when she tossed her inhibitions aside. Strangely, eventhough she couldn't put it into words, Melanie was feeling much the same way towards Peter.

It was nearly a month later before the couple really talked in-depth about that fateful night in Atlantic City. Peter and Melanie had just been to the opening of a local playhouse that Friday night, and eventhough it wasn't really Peter's cup of tea, he was pretty sure he could score some sex at the end of the evening. Racking his brain during the play, Peter knew he'd hooked up with Melanie and spent the night with her only once since their indecent suarez at the casino. That combined with the fact that he hadn't seen the college girl, Shelby, he'd been fooling around with for the better part of two weeks had left Peter with a serious case of the 'need-ta-fuks'.

That was thankfully taken care of in short order, and with flying colors, once he and Melanie returned to his place after the play. It was clear from Melanie's enthusiasm in bed that she needed the night with him as much as he needed it with her. Once those intimate bonds of trust had been restored, the couple found themselves at ease rehashing the events of that night in New Jersey as they cuddled post-coitus.

The blanket pulled up over their naked bodies as the Mid November, Vermont chill gripped it's teeth in, Peter and Melanie stewed in their endorphins as they kissed and nuzzled under the covers. 

Having never asked her outright, Peter could pretty much discern Melanie's encounter with Rysa Aziz was the first time she'd physically been with another woman. Allowing his right hand to slowly meander it's way down his Girlfriend's torso as they talked, he could feel the warmth still imminating from her vagina the closer he got. The simmering supernova between her legs seeming to draw his hand towards it, Peter watched the shimmer of Melanie's eyes in the dark as he probed her about her past desires to do something like she did with Rysa and Asad.

Comfortable enough now with Peter to admit such a scandalous thing, she told him yes and that most women at some point do conjure a scenerio like that in their minds on occassion.

Allowing his fingertips to traipse down to the curly wisps of Melanie's pubic patch, Peter used his gentle attentiveness to prod Melanie to continue with her catharsis of sorts.

"But you've never done anything like that for real?" he asked with sweet sarcasm.

"NEVER," Melanie spat and giggled, the two glasses of wine she'd had after they'd had sex beginning to kick in. "First of all I'd die from the embarrassment and freeze up... and in a small town like this... everyone would know my business by sunrise. No way in the world I'd want stuff like that crossing my parent's ears... or my Daughter's or the people at work for that matter!"

"You didn't freeze up the other night... not by a longshot," Peter smiled.

"No... but that couple is sitting on the other side of the world right now rehashing that night with us as they take their camels out for a ride," Melanie deadpanned.

"You got a point," Peter heartily laughed at Melanie's attempt at cultural insensitivity.

"So does that mean you haven't given that night in Atlantic City any thought since then?" Peter coyly interrogated before dipping several of his fingers inside his Girlfriend's soaking wet slit.

"AHHHHH... what the fuck do you think?" Melanie sighed before closing her thighs around Peter's hand to lock it tightly inside her snatch as she playfully pulled the covers up over both their heads.

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Peter made Melanie cum twice more before they drifted off to sleep that night. Allowing her to finish of the bottle of wine on the nightstand in the process, Peter was able to dwelve deeper into his Girlfriend's private desires than he ever had before.

Asking Melanie point blank between the second and third orgasms 'if she'd entertained the idea of letting another woman have her way with her after the events in Atlantic City,' when he was sure she was drunk enough not to be offended by the question, Peter once again got a slow but steadfast 'no'. After making her cum for the third time of the evening however, Peter finally worked up the gumption to suggest the idea that had been germinating inside his head for almost a month.

This time there was an 'oh so subtle' pause in Melanie's response.

"What if you could have another anonymous encounter with a woman... she wouldn't know you... you wouldn't know her... and after it was over you two would go your seperate ways, none the wiser," Peter laid out his modest proposal. 

Even in her inebriated state, Melanie somehow seemed to sober up for a few seconds as she tried to get her head around what Peter was suggesting.

"What do you mean... like both of me and her being blindfolded and drugged?" Melanie shook her head and smiled.

"Well Maybe... who knows... just painting a picture in my head mainly," Peter laughed.

"Did you have a specific woman in mind?" Melanie asked, taken Peter aback slightly with the seeming twinge of interest in her tone.

"Heidi Klum maybe," Peter cracked, putting Melanie at ease as he stroked his hand softly up and down her shoulder

"After my divorce... I did something... well... let's see how to put this... I hired an escort a few times... just twice...," Peter started to tell Melanie before she interrupted.

"YOU WHAT," she sarcastically protested, her eyes lighting up in the dark as she smacked him playfully across his bare chest.

"But it was way before I even met you... had to be at least six months," Peter tried re-assuring.

"Oh No... I can't believe this," Melanie coyly prodded. "I hope it was a nice girl trying to work her way through school instead of one of those lot lizards down at the truck stop."

"Yeah... I think she was one of those," Peter tickled Melanie on the neck and chided.

"Then I think we better get this tested... might even have to cut it off," she shot back before grabbing his cock under the covers and giving it a good tug.

"Too late," Peter replied. "I think we've already consummated things... whatever I've got... you've got too."

By the time the couple had dozed off Peter wasn't sure if Melanie had tentatively agreed tot he devious idea he'd laid out or if she was simply aroused buy the thought and was just humoring his unsavory wants. The two didn't speak of it the next morning as Peter drove his hungover and haggard Girlfriend back home.

Peter thought it was a dead issue, or at least one that wouldn't be broached again until after they shared some intimate time together. Needless to say, Peter was shocked when Melanie soberly brought it up during their next phone call a few days later.

"You're serious... you'd actually give some thought to doing something as crazy as that?" he asked incredulously.

"Last time we tried something that risqué, it turned out OK," Melanie replied with a calmness that caused Peter's skin to tingle.

"Just give it some thought and see what you can come up with," Melanie flirtatiously prodded her Boyfriend. "And if you can... see what Heidi Klum is doing next weekend."

"I'll see what I can do," Peter laughed before saying 'good-bye' and tossing the phone down on the passenger seat as he drove along his sales route.

Before he could pass another mile marker on the highway, he found himself reaching for his cell and calling Melanie back just to make sure he heard her right a few seconds earlier. 

She assured him that he had.

It didn't take long for the carnal part of Peter Relaford's brain to start working overtime.

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Peter had no intention of blowing his money on an escort to satisfy Melanie's unshackled longings. He had something much better, and cheaper in mind. Steering his company car into the parking lot of the community college where he'd first met Shelby several months back, Peter decided to make a sales call and in the process see if she was still working in the cafeteria. After a little looking around, he found her.

Peter could immediately sense a slight hint of aloofness coming from Shelby, but he certainly couldn't blame her considering it had been weeks since he last called her. After stealing her away for a quick cigarette break however, the iciness from Shelby gradually dissipated.

Having been a college student himself, Peter understood the constraints on Shelby's time and considering the joy she'd brought him the handful of times they got together, he was sure Shelby's dance card stayed as full as she let it. When Peter told Shelby he'd been seeing someone on a semi-regular basis, he was relieved when there wasn't a hint of jealousy in the girl's eyes.

"So... ah... why did you drag me out here if you're not interested in seeing me anymore?" the 19 year old girl asked between drags of her Newport.

Peter was transported back to September when he first talked with Shelby out on that loading dock, and he couldn't help but fill with deja-vu as he tried collecting his thoughts. He'd certainly had a blast by throwing caution to the wind the first time and that gave him the nudge he needed to try again.

"The lady I've been seeing Shelby... she kind of has a few things that have been bubbling under the surface for a long time... and after a couple of recent events, she might be ready to let some of them out. It struck me the other day that you might be the perfect person to maybe help her with one or two of those things," Peter slowly spelled out his reasoning as he leaned over and lit Shelby's second cigarette.

"So you want to have a threesome with me and your Girlfriend?" Shelby asked with a mixture of interest and amusement.

"Not exactly," Peter replied before taking an extremely long drag from his own smoke.

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If it wasn't for the butterflies of anxiousness fluttering through Peter's stomach, the image in front of him would have been downright comical. In Melanie's inherent desire to actually go through with what she'd asked Peter to set up, she'd become more and more adamant, even to the point of being anal, about keeping her anonymity.

When Peter mentioned that many of the escorts attended the local community college, Melanie went as white as a sheet knowing her Daughter was in her second year there.

"Good God... I don't think we ought to do this... what if the girl knows her... has some class with her... EEKKKK," Melanie had trembled at the thought.

Peter tried reassuring his Girlfriend about the strict measures of confidentiality the escorts had to adhere to and was finally able to get Melanie back on board after running a few other ideas by her that would insure keeping her identity a secret.

For starters, Peter agreed to make the girl wear a blindfold. Since Melanie thought Peter was actually paying the escort, she figured they could make the girl do anything they wanted. The plan was for Melanie to be laying stripped and spread eagle on Peter's bed, with every light in the house out, as he led the young woman into the bedroom. The added part of the plan, and the one that Peter was struggling to stifle the chuckles came from Melanie deciding to wear one of Peter's stocking ski masks during the encounter. Having watched Melanie try several of them on, just the sight of a naked and very fair skinned woman laying there on his bed, trying one ski mask on her face after another, did wonders to settle Peter's nerves.

"Maybe we could go rob a convenience store when we're done," he joked to Melanie once she finally settled on one large enough for her to keep her thick hair concealed beneath it.

Checking herself a few times in the mirror, Melanie convinced herself too much of her face was still showing through the eye, nose and mouth holes of the mask.

"Good God... I have an idea," Peter shook his head an offered.

Reaching over to Melanie and taking the mask she'd picked off her head, Peter grabbed a pair of scissors and cut a hole out of the back of the mask big enough for Melanie to breath out of her nose and mouth. Putting it back on head, only backwards this time, he asked her if that would work.

"But I can't see anything," she pleaded.

"Neither will she," came Peter's retort. "Fair is fair... besides trust me... it'll be dark anyway and you'll ruin the sensation trying to squint your eyes. Just lay back and enjoy all your other senses."

That bridge crossed, Peter decided also to place several pillows beside his Girlfriend's head as well, just in case she needed something to bury her face in if she screamed, just so the call girl on the rarest of chances, wouldn't recognize her voice.

So there Peter was on the bed, waiting for Shelby's call as he playfully teased and traced his fingers over Melanie's naked body, slowly prepping her up for the festivities to come. Needless to say, they both nearly jumped out of their skin when Peter's cell finally rang at a little after 8 that night.

Slipping out the front door to meet Shelby in the driveway, even in the debilitating cold, Peter could still feel his cock twitch with life when he laid eyes on the college girl he hadn't seen in several weeks.

"So how ya been?" he offered.

"Fine... its fucking freezing out here," Shelby replied, her teeth chattering as they made their pleasantries.

Seeing the heavy winter coat she was wearing, along with a very thick pair of dark blue sweatpants, even in the frigid cold, Peter found himself drooling as he imagined what, if anything, she was wearing underneath.

"A few ground rules before we head in that she's kind of insisted on...," Peter said as they walked up the steps to the porch.

"So how long have you two been seeing each other?" Shelby asked before they walked inside.

"Few months on and off... she's just getting to the point now of trusting me enough to let her inner freak out... I'm just at the point right now where I'm trying not to ruin it," he replied.

"First of all she's real nervous... all this is really new to her. I got a couple of daquiries in her an hour or so back but she's gonna be real apprehensive until we get her loosened up and comfortable," Peter muttered to Shelby before opening the front door. 

"She's also got a kid going to the same school as you and I'm guessing she's a little worried about someone recognizing her. We've got that pretty much taken care of on our end... but... she still wants... you... to wear a blindfold," Peter added almost apologetically, just before taking the thin strip of black fabric from his breast pocket and showing it to the 19 year old girl beside him.

"We're gonna keep all the lights off in the bedroom too... curtains drawn... hope you can work well in the dark," Peter continued.

"Can we just get the fuck inside before everything I need freezes off," Shelby rolled her eyes and laughed.

Once inside, the two took several long deep breaths, ingesting the warmth from Peter's wood stove as they stared down the long hallway leading to Peter's bedroom, each excited in their own way about what was waiting for them there. 

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Naked on her back, with the scratchy material of the ski mask covering most of her face, Melanie's heart did hopscotch in her throat when she heard Peter's front door open, then close a few seconds later. Without the ability to see, Melanie realized Peter was right, her remaining senses we indeed heightened and she found herself clutching the sheets to each side of her prone body as the vibrations of two pairs of footsteps eventually began easing down the hallways towards her.

The darkness having already enveloped her, all Melanie could do was lay there and wait.

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Peter's dick nearly bored a hole in his slacks as he watched Shelby slip off her coat. The only light on in the entire house was the dim and dingy yellowish hue coming from the bulb above the stove, but it provided just enough shadow resolution for Peter to see Shelby had nothing on but a satiny pink bra beneath the coat. In quick order, the young girl proceeded to pull down her sweat pants and step out of them, revealing a matching pair of pink lace panties. Her scant outfit combined with the determined look on Shelby's face made it clear to Peter that she'd come to the house on a mission of her own.

"You had to be freezing out there," he whispered to Shelby, his voice sounding eerie in the shadowy calm of his living room.

Peter couldn't resist reaching down and squeezing his cock through his slacks as he watched the nonchalant way Shelby reached her hands around her back and un-snapped her bra before letting it fall to the floor. He then felt his cock try to fight back against his hand when Shelby stepped out of her panties.

His head swimming as he strained his eyes to see the glistening and freshly waxed bloom of Shelby's labia puffing from her crotch, Peter felt his blood boil imaging just how the 19 year old girl's face was going to look buried between Melanie's thighs. 

"You ready?" Shelby muttered softly once she'd stripped herself bare, as if to shake Peter out of his aroused fog.

"Yeah," Peter's head snapped as if an invisible hand had smacked his face.

"Here's the blindfold," he said a few seconds later before easing up behind Shelby and caressing the strip of cool fabric over her eyes.

"Too tight?" he asked after tying it behind her head.

"No... its fine... stupid that I gotta wear it... but fine," she quipped before they began their short trek down the hall, side by side.

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Once inside the bedroom, Peter ceased to exist to Shelby for several minutes. Stealing a moment as Peter made his way to his position beside the bed, Shelby ever so subtlety nudged the strip of the blindfold up so she had a reasonable view of the darkened room in front of her. When she did, she could faintly make out the form of a human body on the bed. If it wasn't for Melanie's extremely pale skin, Shelby probably wouldn't have had a clue anyone was there until her knees brushed against the bottom edge of the mattress.

Feeling her own crotch dampen as she edged forward, Shelby could detect the scent of a popular department store perfume rising from the woman on the bed.

"Same stuff half the women over 40 wear around here," Shelby thought to herself before extending her hands out to each side to grasp for Melanie's ankles.

Once she'd finally taken Peter's Girlfriend by the feet, Shelby gently spread Melanie's legs all the way apart, creating a crude pathway for her to crawl forward on the bed. 

Her pupils flaring as they adjusted to the absence of light, Shelby did her best to keep her body turned from Peter so he wouldn't notice that she'd ever so slightly raised the blindfold up. Allowing her hands to slide along the insides of the older woman's legs as she worked her way up, Shelby could feel the warmth emanating from Melanie's womb glow against her left knee as she planted it into the V of Melanie's exposed crotch. 




Apples Fall Not Far... Ch. 04



Studying the naked woman like fallen prey, Shelby rolled her tongue around her mouth, literally tasting Melanie's wafting arousal on her palate as she reached down to massage the softness of the older woman's breasts.

"UUUUHHHHH," Melanie gasped through the scissor-cut opening of the ski mask when she felt Shelby's 10 fingers begin to knead and paw at her chest.

Straddling her knees now to each side of Melanie's waist, Shelby leaned forward and took the woman's left breast into her mouth, swirling her wet and rubbery tongue over Melanie's smooth, golf ball sized areola before rolling it up and down the shamefully erect nipple. Doing the exact same thing to the right breast, Shelby repeated the process several times over the new few minutes until Melanie was wincing below from Shelby's every movement.

Sliding even further up the length of Melanie's torso when she felt the time was right, Shelby arched her thighs across the older woman's bosom as she hovered directly above Melanie's concealed face. She could even feel Melanie's heartbeat thumping against her rear end as she made herself comfortable on top of her. Placing her hands gently down on the naked woman's shoulders, Shelby lowered her mouth towards Melanie's and placed her lips flush on top of her's.

Flinching slightly from the ticklish wool material of the mask brushing against her cheek, Shelby caressed her lips over Melanie's while seductively rubbing the tips of her thumbs up and down the quivering woman's throat as she kissed her.

A jolt of electricity shot through Shelby's loins feeling the way Melanie twisted and heaved beneath her, and she found herself savoring the taste of strawberries on the woman's breath from the daiquiris Peter had gave her before Shelby arrived.

Feeling Melanie's hands reach up and clasp around each side of her head as she continued kissing her, Shelby sensed the woman was just making sure Peter had put the blindfold on, as she'd asked. Turning her face away at just the right moment, Shelby was sure the woman could feel the material of the blindfold tied around her head and would assume her eyes were covered. When she pulled her lips away, the warm exhale of want that swept from Melanie's lungs sent shivers racing down Shelby's spine. Scooting backwards on her knees in the dark, Shelby allowed the musky scent rising between Melanie's legs to guide her where she was headed next.

Hearing Peter's feet shuffle on the floor as he moved in for a closer look when he sensed what Shelby was about to do, the 19 year old marveled at just how acute her senses had become in the dark when she heard the friction of Peter's hand sliding up and down on his cock as he strained to see what was going on.

Not losing a bit of her focus however, Shelby eased down on her belly and found a comfortable spot between Melanie's outstretched legs. Rubbing the fingers of her left hand over the trembling woman's simmering crotch, Shelby playfully planted several soft kisses along the insides of Melanie's thighs as she rolled the woman's clitoris like a computer mouse beneath her fingers.

"MMMMM... AAAHHHHH," Melanie's breath rose through the air, increasing a little more in volume each time the young girl spun her tongue and lips closer to her raging hot vaginal fissure.

"EAT ME PLEASE... EAT ME PLEASE," Melanie screamed inside her head, biting down hard on her lower lip to keep her pleading voice muted.

As if psychically sensing the older woman's desperation, Shelby quickly obliged.

A blind man could have told the moment when Shelby's lips first brushed against the pulpy stew of Melanie's pussy. The bedsprings rattling beneath the two women's' bodies, Melanie's pale legs flailed into the air before locking around the back of Shelby's head as the young college sophomore soul kissed her cunt.

Jacking himself off on his knees directly beside the bed, the darkness combined with the lack of blood flow to his brain created an intoxicating sense of disorientation in Peter's head as the sound of Shelby's tongue lapping through Melanie's dripping snatch filled the room.

"Oh God Baby... that has to feel sooooo good," Peter knelt forward and whispered into his Girlfriend's ear through the mask.

"Yeeeessssss," came Melanie's raspy but barely audible reply as she dug her fingernails hard into Shelby's scalp.

"OH GOD YES... LICK ME... EAT ME... FUCK ME," Melanie's mumbled over and over into the pillow, her body turning to a gyrating vessel of want from the debilitating way the escort, or at least so she thought, used her tongue to filet Melanie's spasming cunt.

Having discovered just how sensitive Melanie's trigger was if pulled the right way, Peter knew his Girlfriend couldn't withstand Shelby's withering advances for very long.

"Let her make you cum Baby... its exactly what you wanted... don't fight it," Peter gently urged into Melanie's ear as his cock turned to red hot lead in his rapidly pumping palm.

Her eyes welded shut beneath the ski mask, what started out as a modest Fourth of July fireworks display inside Melanie's head quickly turned into a fireball worthy of the combined Hiroshima and Nagasaki blasts as Shelby's greedy and relentless mouth shoved her over the edge. Slithering on the bed as every muscle in her body heaved and fired, Melanie dug her heels violently into Shelby's back as she twisted her gnarled fingers into the girl's soft, freshly washed hair.

Thrashing her head side to side, trying to hold her release in as long as she could, Peter thankfully raised the pillow up to Melanie's face an instant before her orgasmic cries bled like a train whistle from her throat.

"WWAAAAAHHAAHHHHHWWAAHHH," the muffled report of Melanie's release absorbed into the large pillow, her rear end bucking now like a basketball on the mattress as she rammed her quaking cunt against Shelby's grinding lips.

Shelby, to her credit, never relented. Keeping her hands tight against each of Melanie's thighs as the older woman's body flailed crazily above, the 19 year old college student simply rested there on her belly in complete control as she swallowed the sparkling dew spewing from Melanie's churning depths.

Any neutral onlooker would have never given it a second thought thinking that Shelby was a professional from the passion and eagerness she went about her chore between Melanie's legs. Shelby's concentration was almost surgical the way she laid there on her chest, rolling and flipping her tongue over the naked woman's clit as she rubbed the tips of her thumbs up and down Melanie's swollen and slick labia, until the older woman finally wound down like a clock and collapsed into a shivering heap on the center of the bed.

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When Shelby finally pulled her face from the crook of Melanie's crotch, the copious amount of vaginal spray glistened on the girl's cheeks, even in the dark. Pulling the blindfold down over her eyes as she crawled across Melanie's right leg towards Peter kneeling like a praying child beside the bed, Shelby seductively nuzzled her wet lips against the older man's ear, covering it in the smeared traces of his Girlfriend's cum.

"Get up here and fuck her... don't blow your load all over the side of the mattress... get up here and fuck her... I want to see you cum inside her," Shelby hissed into Peter's ear as she flirtatiously traced her fingertips up and down the back of his neck.

His dick throbbing painfully in his hand, Peter clumsily bolted to his feet and tried stepping out of his pants. It took about 30 seconds but he eventually took the same spot on the bed between Melanie's thighs Shelby had vacated moments earlier. His girlfriend's labia still flaring like the gripping bloom of a Venus flytrap, Peter managed to shove the head of his cock against the entrance to Melanie's pubic rim as he pushed her upper thighs apart with his bent knees. Lunging forward, Peter's straining erection pierced Melanie's vagina like it was a pool of hot butter.

"AAAAHHHHHH," she winced and cried, grabbing the pillow once again to cover her face as her Boyfriend ruthlessly stabbed his dick to the hilt inside her.

Inching the hem of the blindfold up slightly as she eased around the bottom edge of the bed, Shelby could hear the violent way Peter's crotch was plowing into Melanie's and couldn't seem to take her eyes away from the older woman's feet flailed wildly in the air. Reaching down as she stood at the corner of the mattress, Shelby took Melanie's left foot in her hands and tickled the arch of the older woman in-step as Peter grinded with weight down on top of her. A spastic combination of muffled laughs and shrieks burst from Melanie's lungs before they drowned into the pillow she was clutching to her face.

Letting Melanie's foot drop back down to the bed, another wicked idea sprouted in Shelby's devious head. Feeling the air swoosh through the room from the intensity of Peter thrusts, from her experience with him along with the dozens of other men she'd been with, Shelby could tell from the ferociousness of his grunts, Peter wasn't going to last much longer inside the woman whimpering beneath him.

Using her hands to help prop herself back on the bed, this time Shelby swung her feet up and braced her back against the headboard and wall. Probing her hands down until she found the sides of Melanie's masked head, Shelby adeptly pushed the pillow away from the woman's face and positioned her crotch directly above the small scissor cut opening for Melanie's mouth. Like a girl squatting down on the back of a horse, Shelby planted her knees to each side of Melanie's shoulders and dropped her pussy straight down on the trail of warm air trickling up from the woman's exposed lips and nose.

Zeroing her buttery slit down on Melanie's mouth as she rythemicly rotated the cheeks of her ass on the woman's forehead, with the sliver of a view she'd created under the blindfold, Shelby could look directly in front of her and see the outline of Peter's face shrouded in darkness. The veins in his neck working like chords as he thrust his cock in and out of Melanie, Shelby quickly slipped her right hand down to her crotch and took the greasy marble of her clitoris between her fingers.

"Fuck her Peter... Yeah... Fuck her... Fuck her hard," Shelby looked straight into Peter's eyes and demanded, too far gone now to care if he saw that she'd raised the blindfold slightly.

Her well toned calves acting like ear muffs as she straddled Melanie's masked face, Shelby knelt there absorbing the excruciating gasps belting from Peter's throat as plowed his dick into his cowering Girlfriend. Lowering her free hand down to Melanie's chest, Shelby joined hands with Peter and the two fondled the woman's heaving breasts as they collectively pillaged her body on the bed. Rocking her hips side to side on Melanie's heaving face, Shelby frigged her clit as the seeping trail of her lust drenched the older woman's mouth.

"I can feel her tongue trying to slip inside me Peter... she wants to eat me," Shelby leaned forward and playfully taunted into Peter's ear, causing him to groan loudly and shudder just before his dick exploded deep into Melanie's womb.

Spinning her fingers recklessly through her cunt, trying to match Peter's release with a bone-jarring orgasm of her own, Shelby pressed her lips against the older man's and allowed the tremors vibrating from his body to transfer to hers each time he shot another wad of cum into Melanie below.

Twisting the thumb and forefingers of her left hand around Melanie's left nipple at the same time Peter feverishly gripped the fleshy part of the same breast with his right, the two continued to kiss as Shelby's release washed like mercury up her spine.

"AAAHHH... AAHHHHH... GOODDAAMMMAAAHHHHHHHHH... GGGEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAHHH," Shelby yelped before mashing her face against Peter's collarbone.

Her fingers darting at the speed of light through her spasming cunt as she forced it down on Melanie's soft and chewing lips, Shelby humped her crotch savagely up and down until the wool mask covering the older woman's face was marinating in her leaking juices.

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It took nearly a minute, but Peter and Shelby waited until they each were capable of simultaniously lifting themselves off of Melanie's now spent frame.

Taking Peter's cock in her right hand as soon as he pulled it free from Melanie's now gaping snatch, Shelby quickly bent forward and shoved the thing into her mouth. Instantly, the combined juices of Peter's seed and Melanie's sweet vaginal nectar coalesced on Shelby's tastebuds as she spun her tongue like a tornado around the man's rubbery and drenched phallus.

Humping her crotch backwards against Melanie's face as she orally cleansed Peter's cock, Shelby swore she could feel the older woman's hands gripping her asscheeks, as if Melanie was trying to hold Shelby's cunt in place to lick what drippings she could from the overflowing fissure.

Swabbing Peter's manhood until it was shiny and clean, Shelby allowed the appendage to spill free from her lips just before she dove lower and wedged her face between Melanie's thighs, determined to repeat the clean-up process there. 

"AAAAAWWWAAAAHHH," Melanie's muffled breath ricocheted through the folds of Shelby's pussy as the 19 year old girl scrubbed and scoured the creamy remnants of Peter's semen from her womb.

All Peter could do was lean back and watch as Shelby's shadowy outline assumed a dominant 69 position on top of Melanie. Holding his breath as the sound of what was happening on the bed filtered up to him, Peter head began to spin as he listened to the way Shelby wantonly slurped and swallowed the ejaculate he'd just dumped into his sexually wasted Girlfriend.

"Mary Mother of God", he mouthed over and over, slapping himself several times on the cheek just to remind himself everything he was sensing was real.

When Shelby finally did pull her face free from the trough of Melanie's sex, the young girl looked almost like a serpant the way she slithered down off the bed after her brief but filling feeding frenzy. Without even turning back to see what was left of Melanie on the bed, Shelby intertwined her arm around Peter's and allowed him to escort her out of the room and back up the hall.

"Is that what you wanted?" she asked him once they were a few steps from the living room and her discarded pile of clothes.

"Holy Shit Yes," Peter muttered, his knees still visibly weak.

"Is that what she wanted?" Shelby interrogated further.

"Yes... I think so," he barely managed, his tingling cock bouncing with life between his legs as he absorbed to cool demeanor of accomplishment in Shelby's tone. 

"Good... Then maybe we can do this again sometime," Shelby added coyly as she reached down to start putting her clothes back on.

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Heading back to the bedroom after sending Shelby on her way, Peter could hear his Girlfriend's exhausted sighs grow louder as he walked down the hall. He didn't dare flip on the light when he stepped into the room, given Melanie's condition, instead he just slipped down on the bed beside her and planted several soft kisses on her sweaty forehead.

"Still have the blindfold on, huh?" he noted.

"Yeah," Melanie laughed. "Still enjoying the lightshow beneath here."

"Is she gone?" she licked her lips and asked a few seconds later.

"Yeah," Peter replied. "Want me to go get her and bring her back?"

"AAAHHHH... I dont think I could handle anymore right now... definatly something to keep in the back of my mind though," Melanie shook her head and sighed.

"Maybe next time we could all do it with the lights on," Peter joked, watching Melanie struggle to reach her sore arms up to remove the blindfold from her head before tossing it to the floor.

"Yeah... Or maybe next time we'll blindfold her," she cooed before reaching over and sharing a long and passionate kiss with her Boyfriend.

"It's only a little after 9... bet you worked up an appetite... we could maybe make a run down to Applebee's or something... my treat," Peter suggested.

"Why not," Melanie quickly decided. "Its probably not a bad idea to see if my legs still work after all that. Buy me a hooker then treat me to dinner... what a guy!"

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There was no denying the chemical bond between Peter and Melanie had deepened as they sat sharing a late dinner together. With the staff of the restaurant scurrying around getting the place ready to close, Peter couldn't help but feel something stirring inside of him for Melanie that he'd been trying to ignore since he started seeing her several months earlier.

He could also sense her growing comfort level for him as well.

"Hell... she use to be so self conscious she wouldn't hardly even eat around me," Peter thought to himself. "Now look at her gorging herself... guess if someone does all the intimate stuff we have the last few weeks, eating in each other's presence isn't a big deal anymore."

For her part, Melanie Wilder felt pretty much the same way. Despite the coldness she'd felt towards the male species following her divorce, somehow she now found herself longing to let a man like Peter not only into her life, but into her heart as well. The would be a conversation, both spoken and unspoken, for the weeks and months to come. After the dizzying events of the evening, all Melanie wanted to do was finish her meal, allow Peter to drive her home, kiss him goodnight then go to bed with the glow of the most perversely satisfying night of her life fresh in her mind.

"I'll just put the bill on my credit card," Peter said to Melanie as they were finishing up and sensing the waitress' subtle cues to 'hurry up, pay, then get the hell out'.

"There's a few dollar bills in my purse for the tip... just grab them and leave them on the table if I'm not back yet" Melanie replied before she stood up to head to the bathroom before they left.

"OK," Peter nodded, smiling from ear to ear as he watched Melanie's rear end from his seat as she strolled to the restroom.

"I Am A Lucky Fucking Man," he mentally patted himself on the back as he dipped his hand into Melanie's purse and cracked open her billfold to retrieve the tip money. 

Quickly digging out five singles to leave for the waitress, Peter had all but closed the billfold up to stick back inside his Girlfriend's purse when the slightest subliminal image caught like a barbed fish hook in his mind.

"What was that?" he muttered in his head.

The color quickly draining from his face, Peter pulled the black leather case back towards him and opened it up much slower this time. The steak and baked potato in his stomach rolled when he laid eyes on the blue shirted girl in the picture on top of Melanie's pocket photo album.

"Oh... that's my daughter, Shelby," Melanie said as she returned from the bathroom and took her seat across from Peter. 

"She's the one in the blue soccer uniform in the middle of the other girls... that's from their senior year of high school... she's a sophomore over at the community college now... hardly ever see her, she stays so busy," Melanie casually added as she finished her salad.

"... Your... Daughter," Peter's throat went bone dry.

"Yeah... that's my Baby," Melanie smiled as Peter closed the billfold and absently dropped it back into his her purse before sliding it across the table to her. 

"Really made it a point not to bring many of the guys I dated around after the divorce... she's pretty close to her Dad... didn't need her playing spy for him," Melanie laughed. "But you know... I think we're far enough along... I might introduce you two... I think she'd like you," Melanie grinned to her suddenly dumbstruck Boyfriend.




Apples Fall Not Far... Ch. 04



"You OK?" she asked, noting the visual change in Peter's demeanor.

"Ahh... Yeah... fine... just been a long day...," Peter winced, his words as pained as each stabbing beat of his heart as the searing image of the smiling girl in that picture now superimposed over the face of the woman sitting directly across from him.

"... How... could I have missed... the resemblance," Peter muttered under his breath as Melanie reached for her coat.

"Hey Peter... why don't you spend the night at my place tonight?" she offered for the first time since they'd met, with the slightest hint of a woman who'd just realized she'd fallen in love again in her tone.

The End... hope you enjoyed the series