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The adventures of Melissa
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The Adventures of Melissa
Chapter 1 - Going to the Movies
"What I'm trying to explain to you, is that I don't
know if I'd get horny or not. Since we got married, the only
other time that I've seen another man's cock was when you
brought those X-rated videos home. I damn sure got horny
that night! We couldn't wait to get into bed! Neither of us
slept until daylight. We were so fucked out, we just laid
around most of the next day!"
"Did looking at cocks before we got married turn you
on?"
The blonde wife looked at her husband, reflectively,
"Well, I guess so."
"What do you mean, "You guess so?""
"I mean yes! Of course, it turned me on. Is that what
you wanted to hear?"
"I didn't want to hear anything except the truth, Dear.
My point is that nudity can be sexy as hell."
"Of course it can be sexy as hell. I just don't know if
only looking at a man's cock would turn me on or not."
Bill's eyebrows shot up, "And that's what I'm trying to
explain to you, that how could you know how your body and
mind will act unless you have the experience. Sometimes,
something might sound exciting, but in the real world, fact
and fantasy might be totally different."
Melissa grinned back at Bill, "And just what have you
got planned? The last time you started this kind of
conversation, you brought home a few fuck movies. Now,
you're asking me if seeing a guy with an erection, even
jacking off, would turn me on? Okay, I say, "Yes, it would
turn me on a lot!"
"And, what if he wanted you to do the jacking?" Her
husband asked with raised eyebrows.
The pert blonde housewife grinned impishly at her
husband, "Now, I don't know who's talking about fact and
who's talking about fantasy. Did you bring another of those
films home? If you did, let's get it out and get it on. To
tell you the truth, all this talking about sex already has
me a little turned on. In fact, it's got me a lot turned on.
I'm starting to get damp just thinking about getting it on
with you tonight."
"No, Honey, I didn't bring any videos home, but if
you're serious about seeing a film tonight, we can go to
that adult theater in town and watch one, then come back
home and make love and drink brandy, again."
"I don't know if I'd rather make love or just fuck.
Actually, I think I'd rather fuck. It sounds dirtier! Do
they really show everything in the adult movies?"
"You bet your sweet ass they show everything. It's not
any different than the videos I borrowed and brought home,
like any other movie."
"Then how do these theaters stay in business, if
everyone can just go to the corner video store and rent the
same thing?"
"People go for the atmosphere. It's totally different
than sitting home and watching them on a small TV screen."
"Do couples go to those movies?"
"I think that there are more single men, or maybe
married men on a night away from their wives, but there are
couples, and once in a while, a single lady comes in."
"So, they only sit there and watch the movies, getting
all horned-up? Is that it?"
"Well, not always. Most of the time there are guys
jacking off in the back row. Also, sometimes a couple will
get so excited that they make it right there in the
theater."
"Do you mean the men actually masturbate right there in
the theater? With their pricks out? With everything
showing?"
"Sure, although it's a little dark for sight-seeing."
"But, what if someone should see them?"
"So what if they did?"
"Well, I don't know, Bill, but it seems to me that they
wouldn't want anyone seeing them jack off."
"Not necessarily true, my love. Some of them may get
off on having somebody watch them jack off, while others
probably get off, on watching. Nothing like a little
voyeurism to speed up the old body juices."
"Well, it's speeding up my body juices, just talking
about watching. I wonder what it would be like, seeing some
guy take his cock out and jack it off in a movie theater?"
"As much as you like seeing my cock, you'd probably go
bananas, maybe even grab hold of it to help."
"I wonder how many strokes they'd let me take?"
"How many do you want to take?"
"Bill, you know me. I never get turned off. So, I'd
probably want to pump on the old handle all night long.
Jesus, I'm getting horny talking about all this illicit
sexual action."
"Well then, Melissa, let's get going and watch a couple
of guys jack off."
"Jesus, Bill, Baby," Melissa groaned, "that turns me
on, thinking about seeing some guys jacking off, so much so
that I'd like to make love right here and now. All of this
talking about sex, gets me excited. But if you want to go to
a screw movie, then why not? I'm game if you are. So give me
a few minutes to get dressed, I don't want to wear these
Levis to the show."
She spun, then turned back to face Bill. "Do you really
think that some man would jack off with me watching?"
"If you don't get ready, you'll never find out, now
will you?"
She rushed from the room, her curvaceous ass undulating
as she almost ran down the hall to the bedroom. Stripping
off her Levis and sweater, Melissa ran her hands over her
bra, then removed it. Her luscious breasts spilled from the
brassiere cups, standing out from her rib cage. Her
quivering, pink-tipped nipples were firm from thinking about
screwing. After all, if she got turned on in the movie, it
would be nice if Bill could touch her nipples.
She quickly rushed into the shower, lathered her body
with soap suds and hot water, then just as quickly rinsed
with cold water, almost leaping out of the shower to dry,
humming while she rubbed the towel over her body until it
glowed from the cold water rinse and the towel.
Melissa Williams stood nude in front of the bathroom
mirror while she applied her make up. Her glowing complexion
required very little aid from the few items of make-up
sitting on the wash basin cabinet. However, Melissa enjoyed
making the best of her looks. A touch of blue eye shadow on
the lids of her ice blue eyes. A quick touch of eyeliner
from a dark pencil outlined her lids, a little line drawn
outward to make her already wide, extra-long lashed, sensual
eyes look even more sensual. A brush, dusted in a pale pink
blush make-up and applied to her high cheek bones, brought
just a highlight of color to her pink cheeks.
Carefully, the beautiful lady unscrewed the top of her
lipstick and applied the glossy color to her full lower lip,
then more lightly to her upper lip. Satisfied, she stepped
back one step, looked at herself in the mirror, turning her
head first one way, then the other. "Not too bad for an old
lady of thirty-two," Melissa thought.
She had no complaints about her thick mop of tawny
blonde hair, with a hint of a soft natural curl which made
it easy to both shampoo and brush.
Melissa's sun tanned skin with the pale marks of her
two-piece bikini, almost made her body look as if she were
wearing panties and bra when she was nude. She placed her
hands on her hips, thrusting out her breasts, looking at
herself in the mirror. The thick curls of fur on her pussy
were exactly the same color and softness of curl as the hair
crowning her head. The line of hair ending at the bottom of
her firm belly was so straight that it looked as if it were
shaved by a razor.
Her breasts were another matter entirely. They were a
shade too heavy for her slim torso and very tiny waist.
Melissa normally wore a thirty six bra with a true fit
somewhere between a C cup and a D cup. Her breasts caused
her no end of problems when buying a dress, since the tops
were always made for someone with a smaller chest, or the
bottoms for a bigger ass.
The last time Melissa had used a tape measure, she had
a figure that totaled out to thirty six and a half around
her chest, a very tiny twenty-three around her waist, and
her buttocks were thirty five inches when measured at the
fullest part of her ass.
Melissa turned around, looking at her naked buttocks
and back over her shoulder, practicing a sexy look, eyes
half closed, wetting her full lower lip with the tip of her
pink tongue. She wriggled her body at her image in the
mirror, looking at the deep cleft between the cheeks of her
ass, watching to see how firm she was. The protruding cheeks
of her ass were so firm that they hardly even quivered, even
though they stuck out almost more than she would have liked.
Her full boobs, were another story. They quivered,
shivered, and jiggled like Jell-o any time she moved, and
were the part of her anatomy that men always looked at hard,
after they finished staring at her face. Sometimes it became
most embarrassing the way men stared at her tits, even
though it did turn her on and make her feel especially sexy.
When they looked, she would fantasize about fucking the man
staring at her, with him sucking and making love to her
tits.
That was if she was facing a man. If he was behind her,
Melissa knew that it was her curved ass that they liked as
they looked. One of her favorite tricks, was to look
suddenly over her shoulder and catch some poor man staring
at her ass, look him straight in the eye and then smile.
Most of the time they got caught looking and they turned red
and looked away, but sometimes, when they smiled back,
Melissa would feel the heated moisture gather in the folds
of her soft pussy.
Men had always been easy for her. Her figure had
changed when she was thirteen. With a spurt that amazed
everyone who knew her, she had turned from a skinny girl
into a full woman. First, a thickening of fine peach fuzz on
her groin then, a thick patch of curly soft ringlets. Her
nipples grew, then her breasts started swelling. She could
remember that every time her mother bought her a bra, within
a month or two it was too tight. Her tits never stopped
growing until she was over sixteen.
Casting her eyes over her nude body, Melissa decided
that she was lucky that she was a beautiful woman as she
dashed from the bathroom to her closet. She slid the hangers
in her closet to find a dress to make it easier to have her
pussy touched when Bill got turned on. She picked a silky
jersey dress with a button down front and picked a wide
black soft leather Italian belt to go with the dress.
She decided not to wear pantyhose, instead, letting her
long slim legs be smooth and naked under her dress. Quickly
finding a pair of new panties in her dresser, she changed
into the new lacy bikini bottoms that didn't cover much of
the curvaceous cheeks of her ass.
Slipping the dress on over her head, Melissa buttoned
the top to leave a generous cleavage of her soft tits
showing. Her tiny waist, cinched even tighter, made her
luscious figure even more sensual.
At the last instant, she turned, rummaging through her
drawer full of lingerie. Finding a black garterbelt and a
pair of black stockings. After putting them on, Melissa
snapped off her bedroom light and left the bedroom,
sauntering downstairs.
"Does this look like what the well dressed wife wears
out when she goes to a fuck movie?" Melissa twirled to show
off her dress, the dark orange jersey dress swirled around
her slim legs. Her full tits strained against the warm
fabric, quivering with no support from a bra.
Bill admired her dress, patted her curved ass and
grabbed her hand. "Let's get going, Sweetness, before I pull
that dress off your gorgeous body and fuck you right here on
the floor."
"No sir, No sir! You said you were going to take me to
a movie, and then make love, or maybe even fuck, which ever
comes first, and I'm holding you to that," Melissa said,
pulling Bill to the door, smiling at his compliment.
The theater was dark and Bill guided Melissa to the
steps that led to the upper balcony, walking higher up the
long steep steps until they were at the back row. Peering
into the dark, they both tried to see if anyone was in the
seats at the rear. Just then, the rear rows were illuminated
when one of the patrons lit a cigarette. Bill led Melissa as
they settled into the soft seats. Of the thirty or so seats
in the last row, most were empty, as they sat back and
looked at the screen.
The film showed two young women licking on the erect
cock of a young man lying on the floor of what appeared to
be a living room. Both girls slowly sucking and twirling
their wet, pink tongues around the head of his prick, and
one held his testicles, gently kneading and squeezing.
Melissa watched with interest. Her initial
embarrassment being in the theater slowly leaving her, as
the three beautiful people on the screen progressed into
ever increasing sexual situations. The male ran his hands
over the tits of one girl, pressing the soft flesh and
pinching the pink nipple gently, then running his hand down
to slide a finger into the wet hole of the other. The juicy
cunt he was finger-fucking left a slick coating of oily
lubricating wetness on his finger.
Melissa could feel the juices from her own pussy
wetting her opening and she squirmed slightly in the seat
and leaned over closer to Bill's arm, turning to face him,
whispering in his ear.
"I'll answer your question now." Melissa purred, "Yes,
seeing a hard cock turns me on, and the pussies do, too! I'm
starting to really get horny now. I can really feel my pussy
getting very juicy. Wouldn't you like to feel?"
Bill caressed her thigh, running his hand over the
fullness of her upper leg. His fingers touching the hem of
her dress, raising it, and drifting his fingers over the
smooth warmth of her leg. His hand drew her dress higher,
and his fingers touched the silky band at the crotch of her
new panties, feeling the hot slick wetness seeping through
the silky fabric.
Melissa squirmed again, slightly spreading her thighs
so Bill's fingers could have access to her tingling cunt.
She kept her eyes on the screen while his finger teased at
her pussy through the wetness of her panties. Her breathing
became shorter as he stroked the length of the crevice
between her thighs, probing and moving around in the sweet,
wet junction buried in her cunt hairs.
Melissa sensed a movement to her right and saw a man
moving closer to them. He seated himself one seat over,
leaving an empty seat between them. Melissa started to pull
her dress down over her exposed thighs, then realized that
whatever the man could see was no different than what he
could see on the screen. At first, she felt uncomfortable
with the stranger sitting so close to her, then on second
thought, she felt the sexual thrill of his voyeurism.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye. He was
not watching them, not directly, but his head was turned
closer to them than to the screen. She was very excited by
the thought of that man watching her husband stroke her
pussy through the thin covering of her panties, knowing she
could turn him on even more by showing him much more of her
long legs and thighs.
Melissa tried to imagine what the stranger was
thinking.
"Look at that blonde and the guy with her. I bet she's
getting turned on with his fingers in her pussy. I'd like to
fuck her. I'd like to see her cunt. Maybe, if I move over
closer, I could see better."
In response to her own thoughts and urges, Melissa
squirmed, sliding down in the seat, moving her dress higher
and very slowly exposing her stocking clad thighs up to her
new panties. She glanced over at the man on her right,
finding that he'd turned his head and was staring at her
legs and Bill's caressing fingers on her hot pussy.
Melissa squirmed around more in the seat, looking
directly at the man's face, raising the hem of her dress
higher, opening her legs to give him a better view.
He stared harder at her legs and thighs, looking at her
stockings and garterbelt and panties, tempting Melissa to
give him a really good show.
Melissa whispered in Bill's ear, "Dear, I've got to go
to the bathroom, I'll be right back."
She carefully made her way past the others in the row,
undulating down the steps at the side and slowly moving to
see if she could catch sight of any of the men masturbating.
One man had both hands in his lap, moving, but before
Melissa could see if he had his prick out, she was past him,
not wanting to stop and look back.
Leaving the restroom, Melissa walked to the top of the
stairs, slowly swinging her hips as she climbed, glancing at
the men as she passed, moving to the rear row.
Melissa looked down at the lap of the man who had been
seated to her right. She slowed as she brushed by his knees,
waited for him to stand up, then pressed her firmly curved
ass against him as he stood to let her pass. Melissa
imagined that she could feel the swelling bulge of the man's
prick against her firm ass as she slithered slowly past,
squirming her buttocks over and against his groin. She
paused, pressing her ass harder against him, squirming
slightly, teasing him with the firm roundness of her
buttocks, pleased with the feeling of sexual excitement
growing in her loins.
"Thank you," she whispered as she smiled in the dim
light.
After sitting by her husband, she again looked over at
the man, noticing now that he had both hands in his lap,
covering his groin.
"Bet he has a hard cock under those hands." thought
Melissa, "Watching those people on the screen probably has
his cock dripping and he is holding it down. I hope I made
it harder when I brushed against him."
Bill put a hand back on her leg, fingers slipping
slowly, ever so slowly, up her soft inner thighs, reaching
for her pussy. Bill almost jumped as his fingers touched the
soft ringlets of hair around her bare cunt, his fingers
feeling the seeping moisture gathered at the pulpy slit
between her legs.
She giggled, "That's right. I took them off so you
could get a good feel! The trip to the bathroom was an
excuse."
Bill's fingers sought the wet opening when she opened
her thighs wider and raised her ass to let his fingers probe
her slit. Melissa pulled her skirt from beneath her ass,
pulling it up until her long slim legs and slim curved tummy
were visible in the dim light. Her soft and curly pussy hair
clearly visible in the reflected light from the screen.
She made an oblique glance at the man on her right to
see if he had noticed her open thighs, and again, imagined
his thoughts. "Look at that cunt. My cock's so hard, I think
I'll sneak it out and flog it a little while I watch her get
finger-fucked."
Melissa decided that she'd try to entice the man to
bring his prick out where she could see it. Her face turned
to the screen, but her eyes watched the stranger out of the
corner. Melissa watched, holding her breath, as his zipper
drew slowly and quietly down. His hand slithering into the
opening as he opened his fly. Melissa watched as he felt
down inside, fishing for his cock, then slowly, slowly
easing it past the metal teeth of his zipper.
She felt moisture gush from the folded pink lips of her
pussy as he took his cock out. Sneaking it up, holding one
hand over the head, covering the rest of his cock with the
other. He was softly and surreptitiously stroking it beneath
his hands until she turned and stared directly at his hands.
Slowly, his hand uncovered his cock, exposing his organ to
her. Stroking his large, meaty prick slowly, while he stared
at the wet junction between her open legs.
Hard and impressive, his thick dick filled his stroking
hand, the upper length showing over his moving fist as he
stroked. The thickness, even in the dim reflected light from
the screen, was most impressive to the sexually excited
housewife. Melissa's already wet pussy emitted even more
honey, as she looked with unabashed glee at the semi-erect
organ that she'd enticed into the open. Although his eyes
didn't seem to leave the screen, his hand continued stroking
and Melissa knew he was aware of her watching him jack off
his cock. He raised his body, lowering his arm to allow an
unobstructed view of his masturbation.
"Bill, the guy on my right has his thing out," she
said.
"What's a thing?"
"He has his hard prick out, that's what thing!"
"Good. You said you wanted to see a hard cock being
jerked off, now's your chance to get a really close look."
Bill moved his head back, his finger pressing harder on
her swollen and slippery clit.
Melissa turned her head back to watch the prick being
stroked a few feet away from her eyes, while the pressure of
Bill's finger brought her to a long, shuddering climax. Her
wetness washed over Bill's fingers as her breathing caught
in the sheer sensuality of her husband's fingers buried in
her pussy and a stranger's big, hot prick being masturbated
before her eyes at the same time.
Melissa became more aware of the masturbator's eyes,
looking up for a glance at his face. His eyes were fastened
to the fingers at the junction of her slim legs as he
continued to raise and lower his hand on his long prick. If
anything, Melissa got more turned on.
Spreading her legs even more, her fingers slipped down
to raise her skirt still higher. Slowly, her fingers pressed
the cloth of her skirt against her smooth thighs, slowly
pulling the soft dress higher on her legs, while watching
the man's face.
The stranger leaned forward in his seat to watch the
skirt being hiked higher on her slim legs, while Melissa
wriggled with pleasure as she continued to raise the hem to
allow him an unobstructed view of her pussy. She paused with
the hemline of her skirt just below her wet warm pussy, then
squirmed on the seat and raised the hem past the curly
ringlets of her pussy, while staring at his face.
His intense gaze was centered on her cunt, his hand
fondling his erect prick with lusty abandon at the show
Melissa was putting on for him. Melissa continued to pull
her dress higher, until her belly was totally exposed, her
whole lower torso, naked to his staring eyes.
Enjoying the feeling of sensuality, she now toyed with
the buttons on the front of her dress, slowly unfastening
them one by one. When the last of the buttons were undone,
Melissa shrugged her shoulders. Her dress split down the
front. Melissa slowly lifted her fingers to the opening,
pulling the soft jersey open past the nipples of her naked
breasts.
Taking a deep breath, Melissa shrugged her shoulders,
spilling her soft full breasts out of the opening, where
they stood proudly, jiggling in the reflected light of the
screen.
Her mind pictured Bill, "My wife really likes watching
that guy jerk off. She'd really cum if she had her hand on
his cock, too. She's so hot with my hand on her wet cunt,
she'll do anything and that'll turn me on, too."
Bill's voice in her ear said, "I think you just came
with a finger in your pussy, while you watched him jerk off.
Did you like having a finger in your wet cunt while you
watched a hard cock get jerked off?"
"Oh yes! I'm hotter than a firecracker, just watching
him and having you feel me. I like watching him jack off."
Bill's nose tickled her ear as he whispered, "Don't
just talk about it, do it if you want to. I'll get my cock
out so you can jerk off my prick at the same time. That way
you can feel two cocks at the same time."
"Jesus, Bill. I was just kidding. I couldn't jack him
off. I don't even know him. What if someone should see me?"
Melissa whispered into her husband's ear. She was only
faking reluctance to his suggestion. She was ready to try
anything that sounded sexy at that moment.
"So what if they do see you?" he whispered back at her,
"What are they going to say with all of that going on up
front on the screen? Besides, if you don't take hold of his
prick, I'll quit finger-fucking your cunt. I'd really like
to see you jerk him off."
"Would you really like to watch me jack off his prick?"
"You're damn right, I would. It would even make me
hornier than I am right now. I'm going to pull my prick out
so you can have a hard cock in each hand."
His fingers left her pussy to slide the zipper of his
pants and, quickly, his throbbing, erect penis was standing
from his lap like a spear. Her fingers curled around Bill's
prick, feeling the good, strong hardness, and began to
stroke him. She slowly lowered her right arm and hand to the
empty seat between them, palm up, fingers curling as though
holding his prick as her wrist made small, jacking motions
on the empty seat, as if she had his cock in her empty hand
and was masturbating it.
The stranger looked at her hand, then her face to see
her level eyes open with invitation as she opened her naked
thighs wider for his inspection.
With slow movements, he slipped from his seat into the
empty seat next to Melissa, as she removed her arm from the
seat and rested it on the armrest between them. Her hand was
hanging over the armrest.
Melissa removed the stranger's hand from his cock,
replacing it with her own. She let a small moan escape her
as she thrilled to the feel of another man's cock in her
hand. She marveled at its hardness and heat.
Now, with both pricks in her hands, Melissa found and
kept a rhythm, jacking both men off. It was obvious that
they both were enjoying the blonde wantonly jerking them off
in public. They were both moaning and beginning to hump
their hips in response to her movements.
Very shortly, and from long experience, she knew Bill
was about to cum. She maintained her movements, stroking the
length of both cocks, and was soon rewarded with a loud moan
from Bill and a long spurt of his cum up and into the light
from the screen. The stranger must have been watching,
because, almost immediately, he, too, shot stream after
stream of thick cum onto the back of the seat in front of
him.
Melissa never felt hotter than she did at that second.
Her hands were covered with the men's cooling cum, so she
pulled her top together loosely and made her way out to the
restroom. She was almost to the Ladies' room door when she
realized she was being followed. She turned to find the
young usher stepping up to her.
He smiled a charming smile, "I was watching your
performance up there. You are terrific."
Melissa returned his smile, "You're a bad boy to be
watching other people. You should be fired."
"How about jerking me off, now?"
"Why, how crude! Why should I?"
The usher grinned and lowered his zipper, "How's this
for a reason?"
He produced a very hard and very large cock, pointing
directly at Melissa.
"I'm not going to jack that monster off, but follow
me."
They both stepped into the Ladies' room. Melissa raised
her skirt up to her waist as she leaned back against the
cold porcelain of a sink. The usher walked his big cock up
to and into Melissa's hot, steamy, dripping cunt. There were
no niceties. Both knew that this was going to be fast and
furious, each seeking a needed release with the help of the
other.
The usher was young and strong and pounded his hardness
into her tight cunt. Out and in, almost its entire length on
each stroke.
Melissa, fully aroused by the dual jackoff in the
theater, was near a colossal climax when the usher
penetrated her. Now, just a few strokes later, she
surrendered totally to the immense wave of the orgasm that
was washing over every cell in her body. The usher continued
his pounding and Melissa continued cumming, moaning,
grunting, almost shouting with the pleasure each stroke was
giving her.
The usher speeded up his thrusts, grunting, "Yeah! Oh,
yeah!" through his gritted teeth.
Melissa could feel him tense up with his approaching
orgasm and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Come on! Fuck
me! Really shove it into me! Fill my cunt with your cum!"
It was all the urging the young man needed. His cock
erupted in her steaming cunt. Each of his thrusts was now
lifting Melissa's feet off the floor with its force and she
wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.
Finally, the usher slowed is assault on her pussy. His
cock made a loud slurping noise as he removed it from her
tight, wet cunt, causing both of them to laugh.
The young man was zipping up when he smiled at Melissa
and said, "I know it's a corny joke, but ... Thanks, I
really did need that!"
Melissa gave him a small kiss on the cheek and walked
out the Ladies's room door and back to her seat. The
stranger was gone and Bill asked, "Is everything okay?"
The blonde smiled a smile obvious even in the darkness,
"Oh, yes! Everything is perfect!"
They left the theater a few minutes later. At home,
they undressed each other, preparing to continue their night
of lust.
Naked and on the bed, Bill was hard and ready to mount
Melissa when she stopped him and asked him to eat her first.
Bill was only too happy to oblige, and when his tongue was
buried up her cunt, Melissa began her best orgasm of the
night, thinking of the young usher's cum in the same hole
only a few minutes before. She was sure Bill couldn't detect
it and she was also sure she would never tell him; liking it
as her little secret. She would never tell Bill he was
eating a stranger's cum out of his wife's pussy! The thought
took her over the brink, again and she thought, "Oh, God,
what could possibly top this?"
Chapter 2 - In the Movies
"Do you know that it's been exactly one month since we
had our adventure at the adult theater?"
They sat in the living room, watching a taped movie on
their VCR. Bill had joined a video club and they enjoyed
renting the X-rated films. They watched a couple a week,
then went to bed and screwed until they were exhausted.
"Are you thinking about me jacking off a couple of
cocks, again?" Melissa asked, with a flutter of her eyelids
for effect.
Bill smiled, idly rubbed the silky skin of her thigh
just above the smooth curve of her knee, then moving higher
on her sleek thigh, towards her heat and moistness.
"Are you?"
"God, yes!" Melissa writhed as his fingers touched her
panty-covered pubis, "I'm ready to go to that theater again,
anytime you are!"
"You liked that little jacking off adventure, didn't
you, Baby?" His soft voice murmured seductively, "And you
dig getting your cunt finger-fucked while you jacked off two
big, hard pricks."
His finger pushed through the silken fabric of her
moist panties at her erect clit. Melissa began to squirm
with delight at the soft fingering of her hot pussy.
"I think we were both really turned on that night. Yes,
I'd like to either do that or some other adventure with you,
again," Melissa purred, "I liked it when I had two fingers
in my pussy and a prick spurting cum in each hand. Now, that
was really a turn on for me."
"What I'd also like to do is watch you either finger-
fuck another lady ... or eat her ... or fuck her ... or
something like that. You know what I mean, have dirty sex
with another woman while I could watch, just like you
watched me jack off those cocks there in the movie house."
"Well, Honey, I'd like that too. If we could figure out
how to get another lady for me, or a guy for you, maybe we
could both watch each other fucking and sucking."
"I don't know whether I'd rather have you watch me or
me watch you."
"Or, maybe watch each other!"
After a few minutes of silence, Melissa spoke again,
"You know that I do like these screw movies and I like to
watch them with you and then make love, but ... our
adventure at the theater was more exciting than these
movies."
Bill probed harder at her clit, his finger worming
under the elastic band of her panties, sinking into her wet
cunt.
"Yes, I know. You'd like to see that night on video,
wouldn't you, Melissa?"
"Damn right, I would. We're just as good, maybe even
better, than the turkeys we watch on those tapes. Why don't
we star in our own movies? We could get a camera and take
movies of us at the theater, then watch them whenever we
wanted right here at home."
She squirmed as his plunging finger sent pleasure
rippling down her belly.
"Too dark. Can't take movies there, not enough light
for a video camera."
"Damn it, William! That's what I want to do. You're
smart about cameras. Can't you figure something out? You can
if you put you mind to it."
She began to grope his cock as his finger worked on her
clit. "But right now, let's get to bed. I want that hard
cock in me, right now!"
In minutes, his feet were digging into the sheets,
stroking his pounding prick into her open cunt. Melissa's
legs locked around the small of his back and her ass lifted
on his down stroke, as she felt the pussy juice run down the
crevice of her shapely ass. Bill pulled her tight as his
cock spurted into her tight pussy. Her cunt milked the cum
from his prick, while she felt her own orgasm taper off and
then slowly stop.
As they drifted into sleep, Melissa felt another small,
quiet orgasm twitch her body as she again thought of jacking
off two cocks, and especially as she thought about fucking
the young movie usher, and not telling Bill about it as he
ate her cunt only a few minutes later. Finally, relaxed and
tired, she drifted into sleep.
Two days later, Bill burst into the house, excited
about the package in his arms.
"Wait until you see it." Bill opened the big box to
reveal a color video camera. "I've got a camcorder! I also
bought a tripod, a remote control switch, and an auto-focus,
low-light lens for the camera. You're going to be a star,
Baby!"
The remainder of the evening was filled with trying out
the camera, the auto focus lens and the portable recorder.
Much giggling from Melissa while the conspirators planned
just where and how they were going to shoot their "epic"
movie, and how they were going to get some of their friends
into the movies without their friends being aware that they
were being filmed.
Bill shot about twenty minutes of Melissa undressing
slowly, lying on the bed and masturbating for the camera,
her soft, red-tipped fingernails toying with her pink clit
while Bill adjusted and fiddled with the settings on the
camera, occasionally even moving the lights in the bedroom.
Melissa demanded equal time, playing at being both a
director and a cameraman, with Bill holding a copy of
Playboy magazine and jacking off to the centerfold. Melissa
zoomed in as he spurted his cum from his cock onto the fold-
out page, capturing on tape the squirting, creamy juice.
Later, in slow motion playback, Melissa was fascinated
to watch the white jets arc out to softly splash and cling
to the slick magazine pages as her husband milked every drop
of cum onto the smiling Bunny.
In bed later, the camera in the closet, lens fixed on
the bed, the overheated couple fucked for the camera,
capturing the action to watch later. Performing for the
camera, made Melissa feel sexy and extroverted, giving them
both a night in bed they would enjoy watching over and over.
Watching her make love to another man was beginning to
be an obsession with her husband. He dreamed up one scenario
after another that would end with him filming another man
fucking Melissa. Finally, they agreed to invite a few
friends over and see what developed.
The next week flew by, as they tried camera angles and
lighting in the bedroom. Another week and they felt that
they had solved the problems, their camera work was good,
the lighting fine, the finished product of their tests with
the unit was as good as the taped movies they had rented.
They were all set to shoot their big epic movie.
Much planning went into the selection of the guests,
with three couples invited, for a total of eight for dinner
Saturday night. Polly and Harry were from Melissa's office.
Polly was a free talking, very pretty lady with long black
hair and big tits which Bill admitted really turned him on.
Harry was the office manager over Melissa and, although
nothing had gone on between them, Melissa often felt his
bold eyes on her tits and ass. His quick look at her legs
when she crossed them indicated he definitely had an eye for
the women, but Melissa could only guess if he fooled around.
Melissa invited another couple because she noticed the
bulge in the guy's swimsuit when they met at a mutual
friend's pool party. His name was Bill, also, but everyone
called him "Bull" and his live-in girlfriend was Susan. She
was a petit blonde with a wide, sensuous mouth and a great
ass that she loved to swing when she thought a male was
looking, which was often.
Melissa's Bill said, "She looks like she just got out
of bed and can't wait to get back in." Melissa laughed.
Bill invited his old friend, George, and told him to
bring a friend. George, a professional football player who
had injured his knee five years ago, was selling insurance
now. They did not know who George would bring to the dinner.
Saturday evening, just before the guests were to
arrive, Melissa modeled her outfit for Bill. A new dress of
an expensive gold woven fabric, it was slit from the hem to
the upper thigh. It was a wrap-around that fastened at her
waist with a wide black band and buckle.
When she bent over, the loosely wrapped top fell even
more open and her lovely, creamy breasts were exposed to
well below the nipples.
She wore no panties and showed Bill how she could flash
her naked cunt at whoever was directly across from her by
sitting demurely with her knees tightly clasped, turning
slightly and letting her thighs open, her slitted skirt
falling away from her thighs, her skirt opened, exposing her
thighs clear up to the crotch. By moving just another inch
or so, Melissa then showed Bill her pussy.
When the guests arrived, Bill served cocktails. Melissa
admired George's date's dress, and gave each of the men a
chance to glimpse her pretty pink nipples as she served the
napkins for the cocktails.
George's date was Betty, a beautiful light-skinned
black woman from England. She had a charming accent and a
magnificent ass that undulated with each step.
After dinner, the couples relaxed in the living room
with coffee and brandy. Melissa sat across from George,
tantalizing him with flashes of her long, slim legs, letting
the slitted dress part occasionally. George stared into the
darkness of the space between her thighs.
Harry, at her right, was being treated to glimpses of
her full breasts whenever she reached over for her drink.
Each time Harry spoke to her, Melissa leaned slightly toward
him and she could feel her breasts nudging the wrapped
opening on her blouse, parting the soft material, exposing
her nipples.
Between showing George her thighs and Harry her
breasts, Melissa was getting aroused. She could visualize
the size of Harry's prick by the swelling bulge in his lap
as she watched him dart glances into the dark cleavage of
her full breasts. She enjoyed feeling the power to turn
Harry on, feeling the moisture beginning to gather on the
lips of her naked pussy.
The sensuous blonde housewife decided that she really
liked being looked at and admired sexually and, besides
looking at male buns, really liked looking at the swelling
male lap, wondering about the size and shape of the
masculine organ in hiding.
The dinner party slowly broke into couples, Bill and
Susan, Melissa and George, with Bull talking to Polly.
Heading for the bar to get another brandy, Melissa took
George's hand and pulled him to the bar.
"Would you help a girl, George? I need someone to open
a new bottle of brandy and you look like you'd be good at
uncorking and unscrewing."
"I don't know too much about unscrewing, but I'd be
glad to help," George leered. "I never heard of anyone
getting unscrewed."
"Well, if you don't know anything about unscrewing,"
Melissa laughed, "what do you know about?"
"I know about football. I know about insurance and I do
know you're not wearing any panties. I know that you've been
showing me your pretty pussy all night and I know that
you're the most desirable lady here tonight. I also know
that if you weren't married, I'd sure give you a run."
George touched her hip, his big hand lightly caressing
her flared hip through the gold fabric.
Pouring and warming the brandy, Melissa smiled at him,
touching his hand with hers, scratching at the back of his
big hand with her fingernails while she moved closer to the
big football star, lightly pressing the tips of her breasts
into his thick arm.
"Not only am I not wearing any panties, just so you
could see my pussy, but I'm not wearing any brassiere
either. I'm totally nude underneath this thin material and
all of it is just for you, George."
The light grazing of her nipples against George's
heavily muscled arm, made Melissa's nipples harden and she
felt a delightful tremor of pleasure in her pussy as she
became more excited by the second.
Melissa placed her ice blue eyes on George's face. "I'm
married George, not dead! Bill and I get along fine, but I
do what I do and Bill does what he does. We don't own each
other."
Melissa leaned forward, hunching her shoulders
slightly, allowing George free vision of her succulent pink
nippled breasts.
"Like to see more of these?" Melissa purred, moving her
shoulders so her full, heavy breasts quivered and shook with
ripples.
"Sure, I'm interested. What do we do about it?" the
husky growled.
"George, you can have me anytime you want me. Just
whistle."
George pursed his lips and a slow, long whistle emitted
from his mouth.
"Bill", she called out, "George and I are going to talk
about that insurance policy on the house. Do you want to
come along and talk about it now?"
Bill, deep in conversation with Susan waved a negative
gesture. "You two can talk business, I'm busy here," his
eyes devouring Susan. Susan's infectious laughter brought
giggles from the ladies and a chuckle from Bull.
Bill knew where Melissa and George were going as he
watched Melissa lead George down the hallway to the master
bedroom, where the camera was hidden in the closet. The
camera lens peeked out between the clothing hung in the
closet. Focused on the bed and the mirror on the wall.
Before Melissa could close the bedroom door behind
them, George's hands slid up under her skirt.
Melissa pulled away from his hands, "Not so fast, my
friend. Just sit down here on the bed while I close and lock
the door." Melissa slipped the lock. "Now, my friend I've
been showing you what I've got, now it's time to let me see
what you've got. You sit down and let little Melissa do it
all for you."
Positioning the husky male where the camera was
focused, she sat on the edge of the bed, her heel sliding to
touch the floor switch that turned on the camera. Melissa
reached her fingers to his zipper and drew it down, the
teeth making a soft buzzing sound as she pulled it down from
his belt buckle to his crotch. Her hand found the opening
and reached into the warmth of his groin, searching for his
hardening organ at the opening of his jockey shorts.
Success! Her fingers touched the cock and drew it from
it's hiding place. Still drooping like a ripe banana, his
thick-skinned male organ emerged. It hung, semi-soft, semi-
hard, shafted with a pinkish, mushroom-shaped, knobby head,
half-hidden with foreskin.
"That feel good, Honey?" She asked as she stroked his
heavy foreskin lightly back and forth over the bulbous knob
of his cock. She knelt between his outstretched knees and
leaned forward into his crotch.
"Better and better." was his husky, low answer.
His cock began to thicken as her hands fondled it
lovingly, touching the silken skin lightly with her
fingertips, tracing the heavy veins that stood from the
circumference of his mighty rod.
She began milking his prick from root to tip, squeezing
on the pulling stroke, lightly pushing the skin back toward
his balls on the return caress, until she was rewarded by a
clear drop of honey oozing from the deep hole on the tip of
his pecker, a crystal jewel of liquid sparkling against the
pinkness of his knob.
"I really like it when a prick starts leaking!" Melissa
murmured with a lascivious lick of her red lips, "I get
turned on something fierce when I get to swallow even just a
little bit of cum!"
She traced the heavy, swollen veins standing out from
the stem of his cock with one hand while the other opened
the tie at the side of her blouse, pulling it open to bare
her succulent breasts to him. His hand covered one,
squeezing and touching the soft flesh, his large, rough
fingers rubbing the erect nipple, coaxing it further.
Her hand now pumped his prick with increasing pressure,
squeezing and pulling. The drops welling from the deep hole
in the tip began to pearl, then run down over the knobby
head. Bending slightly forward, her pink tongue dipped into
his honey, licking it from the smooth skin. Her palate,
rewarded, savored the sticky liquid that spread to coat her
tongue and the inner surface of her mouth.
Pumping more, Melissa caught another drop, then touched
the opening of his prick to the pink nipple of her breast.
The nipple sparkled as she coated it with the honey welling
from his cock. She ran her tight fingers to the base of his
cock, milking it toward the tip, squeezing the clear honey
out to hang on his glans in a thick pearl. She bent,
squeezing harder, until the quivering droplet hung, then
left the dark knob to descend slowly to her pink erect
nipple. She pulled his long cock harder, jacking him off.
Her hand flew on the thick root clutched between her
grasping palm.
"George, I've always had this fantasy of sucking off a
big prick and swallowing the juicy cum. I'm going to suck
all the juice from your prick, then let it slide slowly down
my throat."
George smiled at the blonde, "Be my guest, Bitch!"
Melissa bent forward, touched her pointed pink tongue
to the honey welling from the slitted hole in his prick,
wetting the head with her flickering tongue. She rolled his
heavy foreskin out from his groin, gathering it around the
head of his prick in her mouth, forcing her flickering
tongue between the heavy folds of soft skin and the swollen
head. She delighted in the different taste, the musky savor
of skin between his soft foreskin and the salty taste of the
honey welling from the head of his cock.
"That's it, Honey. Suck me. Suck up my juicy cock. Take
it all and suck the cum right out of my balls."
His hoarse voice implored her to more suction, his
hands and fingers busy milking and squeezing her full breast
and coaching her nipples to stand up hard.
"Uummm," her muffled answer came from deep in her
throat, around the prick in her well-stuffed mouth.
His big hands cupped her head tenderly, drawing her
face down over the thick stalk welling milky juices onto a
thick glob of silver honey at the tip of his prick.
Her sensitive tongue could feel the surges in his cock
head as the throbbing increased to a steady beat. Sliding
her mouth farther, engulfing more and more of his prick,
feeling the bulbous head go deeper and deeper until her nose
rested against his belly, cushioned by the wiry hair in his
groin, the zipper teeth scraping her nostrils. She hadn't
been sure if she could take all of him, but, in her excited
state, it had been easier than she could have hoped.
She swallowed, her throat gulping, massaging his glans
with her throat, then, tight-lipped, she pulled back,
milking his cock with her mouth, savoring the musky juice
coating her oral cavity. Twice more, her mouth sucked in the
length of his prick, deep-throating him, when he started to
shudder, his body tensing.
Once more, her lips traveled from tip to root. Then,
holding his surging prick with the hand farthest from the
camera lens, she pulled her lips free and, open-mouthed,
aimed his prick to the opening, a distance of about five or
six inches.
She jacked and pumped the rod, turned on by the thought
of the camera catching the juice from his balls entering her
mouth, thinking of the juice spraying out from the tip of
his cock into her ready waiting and eager mouth.
The first hot squirt spanned the space to splash into
her mouth, a glob of silver musky juice, and she leaned
slightly closer to catch the second spurted offering,
trapping it with her open mouth.
As the squirting prick spurted less sperm, she followed
with her mouth, closer now to the spitting squirting end of
his cock, until she had captured the last of the sticky
sperm in her open mouth.
Slowly, her lips slid over the pink knob and she pulled
all of his still pulsing prick into her mouth, feeling it
soften. Melissa's fingers tightened at the base of his
prick, squeezing the thick shaft upwards, her fingers on top
of his rod, thumb underneath as she slowly squeezed the
sticky hot cum from his prick, watching the pearly sperm
form on the clefted glans.
Her head slowly bent over his cock, as she began to
lick at the sperm with the tip of her tongue, swirling her
pointed pink tongue into the hole. Licking up all of his
sticky silver juice from the tip of his knob, down to his
balls, cleaning off all of the warm wetness, then she pushed
his cock back into her mouth.
Gently sucking at the lump of flesh, savoring the
juices and the feel of the softening satin smooth skin,
Melissa played with his softening cock, catching and holding
the glob of hot sperm, then turning her head slightly to
face the hidden camera, she smiled lasciviously into the
lens.
Pulling his cock back, George began to draw it from her
lips, until it fell from her lips with an audible pop.
"Now, it's my turn. My turn to suck you off, Melissa."
The husky male leaned forward, holding Melissa's
shoulders with his big hands as he pulled her forward and up
onto the bed.
"George, I'd rather not. We've been in here so long
that someone will wonder what happened to us and besides,
when I get a tongue in my pussy, I like to keep it there one
long time."
"To hell with the others!" George growled.
"Well, at least think of my husband out there," Melissa
smiled demurely, eyes cast down, trying to look as virginal
as possible.
"I do have a marriage and a reputation to protect, but
I'd sure take a rain check for some time later, maybe even
later tonight, if this party ever gets livened up like I
hope that it will, especially if you help it along by sexing
it up out there with the other girls."
"You mean you want me to help you turn this party into
an orgy?"
"Now, that would be fun, wouldn't it, George? How would
you like to fuck one of the girls out there? And which one
would you like to fuck, besides me?"
"Well," his brow furrowed with thought, "I've already
fucked Betty plenty of times, and you would be my next
choice, but I'd like to fuck that sexy, little, blonde
bitch, Susan, too."
"Then why don't you help me out and let's get sexy out
there with the others until we get a full blown swinging
orgy started."
"I'll do it! Let's go get the fucking started."
"Slow down, now." Melissa's voice calmed down the big
ex-football player, "We've got to play this cool, letting
the others warm up a little slow if we want to get a real
swinging party started. We might get them all a little drunk
and relax any inhibitions they may have. Then, when they are
all relaxed and happy, bang, we fuck all of them!"
George broke into laughter at her light hearted
planning, not really sure if she was kidding him, or really
planning a full blown orgy for the group tonight.
"Are you serious, Melissa?"
"You bet your sexy ass, I'm serious. Do you want to
help out, and fuck Susan, or not?"
"Sure, I'll help. What do you want me to do?"
"Here is what we'll do. As soon as we get around to it,
later this evening, we'll ...
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