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when I get through with you you''ll have enough trouble
walking out of here. I expect you to obey my directives; and
I am confident that you will." As she said this she flexed
her legs and her arms. Even though she had on a jacket and I
could not see the muscles of her arms openly; I saw the
fabric tighten as she flexed. "Come here and feel how hard
these are then we''ll get the tape measure out and measure
your little muscles and I''ll let you measure my big, hard,
strong female muscles." My hand would not fit around her huge
arm and it was like stone; her thighs were solid and as I
squeezed with my hand on the top of it there was no give at
all; I was awed and totally outclassed by this beautiful
woman. The results of the battle of the tape were
humiliating: my arms were 12", thighs a soft 25", calves an
uncut 13", chest 40". Hers were a steel hard 17" arm, rock
hard 28" thigh, diamond shaped 13" calf, and 40D chest.
"Last week you said you wondered what it would feel like
to have your neck crushed by my legs. You are about to feel
my thighs knock you out. I''ll bet you''ll be out cold in less
than 5 seconds. You can lay down and place you neck in
between my legs or I''ll do it for you." I hesitated and
stared in disbelief as she slowly removed her jacket and
dress. She had on a bikini that was straining to hold in her
massive boobs. She walked over to me and snapped my head into
a headlock. She squeezed for only a second and I was
submitting to her. Her response was to laugh and then throw
me to the floor. Before I could move she was on top of me and
in a flash I felt those man-killer thighs around my neck.
"Wow, you are a weak little boy aren''t you. I think Mary
could easily kick your ass. My legs are going to eat you
alive. I want you to count to three and then I''ll squeeze a
little."
I counted to three and WHAM she was going to snap my neck
like a twig; at least that was my thought as I fell into
unconsciousness. When I came to her legs were still around my
neck. " Feel my thighs, little boy. They put you out in three
seconds. And that was only about 1/3 my power. Had I really
clamped down your scrawany little neck would have snapped in
two. How do these long, strong legs feel ? Is Mary as strong
as I am ? I know you''re not in my league. Now, I''m going to
do the same thing to you with my arms and then we''ll just
play it by ear from there."
Training with Muscle - The Woman''s Way
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Hi ! My name is Nancy and I''m going to tell you a story
that will show you how I use my tremendous strength to train
men - the weaker sex. My interest in this started with my
brother, but I discovered that no man I have ever competed
with could cope with my strength; and I enjoy watching them
thrash around and watch their faces turn different colors
before I add more power and knock them unconscious. As I
stand over their pathetic, wasted bodies and watch them
"sleep" I can feel the power of my own sensational body. I am
5''9" tall with 25" thighs and 16" calves. My powerful arms
measure 16" flexed and my measurements are 38E-24-36; and I
have the face, I''m told, of a dark haired goddess.
As I said I have totally reduced my brother to a total
wimp. It''s not even any contest any more. I met a guy who
said he wanted to experience the things I had done to Don;
but I could sense that he felt like no woman could do those
things to him. He was a perfect victim. I decided that I was
going to tell him exactly what I was going to do to him and
then do it. " Bob, I think I''ll knock you out with my arms to
start with. I''m going to wrap my arms around that neck of
yours and slowly increase the pressure as you struggle to
keep from going out. Now you try as hard as you can to keep
me from doing what I say I''m going to do to you. " We
circled around a little and then I grabbed a handful of hair
and slammed his neck into my arms. I had him right where I
wanted him and I slowly increased the pressure. He was
dancing around, pushing at my arms and moaning that I was
breaking his neck. I began to verbally humiliate him about
being too weak to resist my great strength, even when I had
told him what I was going to do. I tired of his pathetic
pleadings so I said, " Ok, little man, I think it''s time you
took a nap. Put your hands on my arms and feel how hard my
muscles get as I crush you into oblivion. " I put more power
into the hold and I felt his body go limp. I dropped him in a
heap at my feet and I knew he was mine. He wasn''t out long,
but I let him rest for a few minutes.
" I told you you were no match for me. Now you get to feel
the power of my long, strong legs. I''m going to wrap them
around your head in a variety of scissor holds and I''m going
to put you out several times. When I''m finished you will be
on your knees begging me to let you serve me in any way I
want. You''ll do what I say and you will say anything I want
to hear or I''ll continue to physically destroy you until you
obey me. I''ll bet I will even be able to make you stick that
scrawny neck between my beautiful thighs and beg me to crush
you with them. " This guy was scared at this point so I
didn''t have to work to hard to get him in a forward neck
scissors. I could have put him out then, but I wanted to
demoralize him some first.
I would crush his neck until he was almost out then relax
some and let him regain some of his senses. I made him feel
my thighs as I flexed the rock hard muscles that were making
mince meat of him.
After several minutes of this, which he later told me
seemed like hours, I decided to end the slaughter. So, I
poured on the power and after a few convulsive jerks of his
body he went limp between my strong thighs. He was out for
about 5 minutes. When I noticed him coming to I walked over
and bent over, giving him a good look at my cleavage, and
said, " Now, Wimp, are you getting the picture ? I''m just too
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much woman for you to handle. I think you''ve just about had
it so I''ll finish you off this time with my famous reverse
head scissors. " And with that I laid down and placed his
face in between my thighs in a reverse head scissors and
slowly increased the pressure until he began to thrash around
like a fish out of water. I was laughing so hard at his
futile attempts to get loose that I almost had to release the
hold. However, I got control of my self and closed my thighs
over his face and snuffed him out cold again.
It took him a good five minutes to revive again and this
time I just stood over him with my hands on my hips and
looked down at him. After a few minutes he finally figured it
out and with all the speed and energy he could muster, which
wasn''t much, he got on his knees before me and begged me to
stop beating him up. Then he pleaded with me to let him put
his head in between my strong thighs and for me to finish him
off with another knock out. I simply spread my legs and he
crawled over and placed his neck between my calves. This guy
was so addle brained he didn''t know the difference between
calves and thighs; or, did he think my calves couldn''t hurt
him ? Well, he found out just how strong they are when I
stood on my toes and squeezed his neck flat. His tongue was
hanging out and his face turned red as he gasped for air.
Just before he went out I released this hold and slammed his
face into my crotch then I really poured on the power and
held him there until his limp, weak male body had been
reduced to nothing.
The first thing he saw when he came to was me standing
over him flexing my powerful muscles. I made him get on his
knees again and feel my calves, thighs and pumped up arms.
Then I made him kiss my muscles and various other parts of my
superior female anatomy. And I made him admit that my
muscular legs and arms were just too much for a male. And
once again I had demonstrated how to train with muscle - the
woman''s way.
I see that look. I can make a believer out of you too.
Maybe I won''t finish you off so fast. Anytime you want to try
me on for size just let me know.
Another Hot Wife Tale
Damn this Beltway! God damn this stupid Beltway!
I had just finished a double shift at the hospital. My
relief was a Dear, showing up a little early, and letting me get
out of there sooner than I expected. I was exhausted but still
keyed up, and I wanted to get home and shower. But first, I had
to pick up the girls at my mother''s and stop and get something
for dinner. Of course, the air-conditioner in the car still
didn''t work, but it was only about 98 degrees in the shade,
anyway!
I debated which way to go and had the bad luck to get on the
Beltway and get caught in a dead-stop traffic jam.
Usually, at four in the afternoon, the Beltway traffic was
slow, just starting the after-work rush hour, but it moved.
Today, the traffic was at a complete stop. My guess was there
was a very large accident somewhere ahead.
With my foot taking root in the brake pedal, my mind began
to drift. Still a little buzzed on all the coffee and a couple
of the little red pills I took to help me through the double
shift, my mind began zinging around, thinking about getting the
girls, debating McDonalds or Chinese for dinner, wondering why
Frank couldn''t ever pick up dinner on HIS way home, relaxing in
the shower...
...all of a sudden, I broke out of my deep reverie to
realize that I was staring at the most beautiful naked chest I
had ever seen in my life. And it was only two feet from my eyes!
It was gorgeous! Tan and glistening in the bright sunlight,
the skin was taut over rippled muscles. I watched in pure and
complete fascination and delight as a drop of sweat rolled off
the left shoulder, slicing through the patina of dust and pollen,
down past the beautiful, dark rose nipple, over the rib section,
down past the navel, and into the band at the top of the shorts.
I was breathing fast through my clenched teeth and had trouble
swallowing.
"Like to take a picture, pretty lady?"
My concentration broken, I shifted my gaze up to the chest''s
face. He was young, late high school, early college at the
oldest, sitting on a cooler in the back of a pick-up truck with
several other snickering boys -- the truck had some landscaper''s
name on the door.
The face on top of that chest was beautiful.
His hair was thick, sun-lightened and matted to his forehead
with sweat. His large blue eyes shined like they were back-lit.
Full lips. Deeply-tanned, prominent cheekbones. Strong chin,
2-day beard. This boy-man was any female''s erotic daydream.
Traffic started to move!
I panicked! I didn''t want to loose this kid! I wasn''t
ready to stop looking at him, yet!
What was happening to me? I had never felt like this,
before! I was excited and desperate for this feeling not to end.
I had never done anything like this in my life! I had never
cheated on Frank in our entire married life, and I really wasn''t
thinking it through that far; I just wanted more of that chest
and that face. I wanted to feel him!
My car jerked to a stop beside the truck, again.
"I want more than a picture," I said, "can I give you a
ride?"
Over the "woofs" and "ooo''s" of the other boys, the face
smiled and blushed, "Thanks, I have a ride. I don''t need one."
"Well, how about a fuck, then? Do you need one of those?"
At the same time I was saying it, I couldn''t believe I was SAYING
it!
Traffic started to move again, and the truck lurched ahead.
"Hurry!" I shouted through the open window.
To the high-fives of his friends, the face and chest jumped
out of the moving truck, grabbed his lunch cooler, ran back
between the lanes, opened the passenger door, and flopped into
the passenger seat, smiling.
He looked at me, in my whites, "A nurse, huh? My name is
Doug."
I smiled back and immediately moved the car over to the
right, cutting off cars in two lanes, and pulling off the Beltway
at the next exit.
It was that easy? Are all men that easy?
Just off the ramp were several motels, two national chains
and a small, sleazy looking independent. I didn''t have to think
twice about my choice. I filled out the registration, broke the
hundred-dollar bill I keep for emergencies, and grabbed the key
the old man threw on the counter.
The room was three doors down from the office, and I was
turning the air-conditioner up to "HIGH" by the time Doug walked
into the room.
"I better shower," he said.
"No."
"But I''m dirty and sweaty. I''ve been working outside all
day."
I was unzipping my uniform, "No, I want you just like you
are, right now. Sweat and dirt and everything!"
He got the hint and started untying his boots. I dropped my
uniform. to the floor and peeled off my pantyhose. My slip, bra
and panties piled up at the foot of the bed. I ripped the spread
off the bed and sat watching Doug.
He saw me watching and made a little production out of
dropping his khaki shorts and boxers. The band of clean, white
skin shone in the dark room. His cock was hard and bobbed up and
down.
"Great tits. You sure are sexy," he started, "what''s..."
"Don''t talk, Doug. I didn''t bring you here to talk."
He climbed on the bed, positioning himself between my spread
legs.
"Do it, Doug! God dammit! Do it!"
And he did. His body fell on top of me and his cock banged
around between my legs, searching for my slit. One quick
maneuver with my hand and Doug lunged his hardness home.
He was fucking me!
I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and my legs around
his thighs. I could smell his sweat and feel the gritty dirt on
his skin. He slammed into me, causing me to gasp from the force.
I shifted weight and rolled us both over. Now, he was on
his back and I was riding his hips. His hands moved up to my
tits, roughly cupping them, pinching the nipples, and I settled
my hands back on his thighs, pumping him in and out of my pussy.
He grunted once. Then again. He was cumming! So fast!
I pumped my cunt up and down until his breathing slowed and
he opened his eyes. "Oh, wow, Lady! That was great! How about
you?"
"Not yet. Don''t move."
I slid my cunt off his softening cock and then moved my face
over his crotch. He dick was a mess, covered with cum. His
sweat smell was strong.
Then I did something I had never done, before -- I leaned
forward and sucked a wet cock into my mouth. His cum taste was
strong and the texture was gooey, but I didn''t care. I licked
the soft underside and sucked on the bulb of pink flesh at the
end. I licked his damp and musky balls. My finger searched for
his anus (another first!) and I felt his cock begin to harden in
my mouth as I pushed a finger up his ass. In a moment, he was
hard enough.
I knelt on the bed and put my head down to the mattress,
wiggling my ass at his face, "Here! Fuck me!"
He knelt behind me and shoved it up my cunt. No talent, no
finesse, no style, attacking me with a blunt instrument -- he was
perfect for what I needed. In a few strokes, I was lit up and
cumming like a three-dollar whore.
Doug was young and it now showed. He slammed his meat into
me for nearly twenty more minutes before he came. I was on one
steady come, hitting heights ever few minutes. When he come, he
collapsed on top of me, pinning me to the bed, scratching my
shoulder with his beard. We were both breathing hard.
"God! You are one hot woman! You really wanted to get
fucked, didn''t you?"
I managed a nod.
He finally got up and went into the bathroom. I was dressed
and tying my shoes when he came out.
"Are we done? Where are you going? I don''t even know your
name!"
"I have a life, Doug, and I have to get back to it. You
were great, and just what I needed. Thanks."
"Well, wait up. I need a ride home!"
I put three twenties on the bureau. "You can have the room
till tomorrow morning, if you want. Here''s some cash. Watch a
dirty movie, have a pizza delivered, and take a cab home. On me.
I have to get going."
As I closed the door I heard him mumble, "You crazy bitch!"
I pulled up in front of my mother''s house and beeped the
horn. My daughters, 12 and 10, came running out and I waved at
their Granny as I pulled away.
Melissa, the 12 year old, looked over at me, "Wow, Mom, what
have you been doing? You look a mess"
Krissy concurred from the back seat, "Yeah, your hair looks
terrible."
I asked them about their day and we went through McDonald''s
Drive-Thru without incident. At home, Frank was just getting out
of his car as we pulled up. He waited and then kissed us all on
the cheeks.
"Hi, Honey. You look like you had a tough day."
"Yeah, it was long and hard. The girls already told me my
hair was a mess. They just don''t appreciate the effort I went
to, to get it looking this way!"
He tousled it with his hand, "I noticed, but I thought it
looked sexy. How was the traffic on your end?"
I smiled at him, "Well, Dear, the Beltway was a real mess.
I won''t soon forget today''s traffic jam. This one guy was really
zipping in and out, then he got behind me, and he just wouldn''t
get off my ass."
Frank patted my shoulder, "I know, Julie, there are some
real fucking assholes out there."
"You can say that again, Honey."
Maybe the guilt would come later.
Then, again, maybe it won''t!
Open Door Policy, The
My wife, Andrea, is still a knock-out at 35. Dark, flaming red hair,
green eyes, great skin and a fantastic body (36C-24-35). She is as close
to a nudist as I''ve ever met. After we were married, I realized how much
she loved wearing nothing or as little as possible around the house and I
loved it.
One day, I came home from work and arrived at the front door at the
same time as the paperboy. He''s a nice, good-looking kid around 15 or 16
and we said our hellos and he gave me the paper. At the same time, Andrea opened the door and stood there, stark naked! The paperboy got a huge grin on his face as his eyes took in my wife''s great body. Andrea slammed the
door and the paperboy left with a big smile on his face.
When I entered the house, Andrea was still blushing and said she just
wanted to give me a big hello and hadn''t realized Tommy was standing out
there. I was a little excited about the whole scene and as I kissed
Andrea, I let my hand find its way to her pussy. To my surprise, she was
dripping wet! Her sudden exposure had turned her on, too.
Andrea pulled her lips away from mine and said, "David, I''m so hot! I
want you to fuck me, right here!" And I did. Right there on the
livingroom floor.
A couple of weeks later, the computer system at work went down, and we
all left early. As I walked home from the bus stop, I could see two
bicycles on my front porch. I opened the front door and immediately heard
moaning noises from the bedroom. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I
snuck out and crept around the side of the house to look in the bedroom
window. When I looked inside, I saw Andrea lying on her back with her legs
spread open. Tommy, the paperboy, was sliding his large and hard cock in
and out of my wife''s cunt, and Tommy''s even bigger friend was sliding his
cock in and out of her mouth!
After they left, I walked back around front and let myself in. Andrea
was taking a shower. I walked into the bathroom and told her what I had
just seen. She immediately begged me not to get angry and promised that it
would never happen again. I told her to my surprise, as well as hers, that
I was a little angry, a little jealous and a lot turned-on. After we
fucked out brains out for the next hour, Andrea told me all about it.
The day after Tommy had seen Andrea naked at the front door was
collection day for the paper. Andrea had very little on -- only one of my
dress shirts, with few buttons buttoned -- but invited Tommy and his big
friend in, anyway, while she got the money. She said she was really
enjoying the hard, hot looks her body was getting from the two young guys.
When she couldn''t find anything under a twenty dollar bill, Tommy said he
couldn''t make change, but maybe Andrea would like to pay "another way."
Andrea said, "Thanks for the offer, boys. But stop by later, and I''ll
have the cash."
With that, Tommy''s friend grabbed Andrea from behind and pulled her
down on the sofa. She was naked under the shirt and was wet from her
little teasing and Tommy pulled out his prick and started to fuck her all
in seconds. She said it happened so fast, she didn''t even scream and that
after a few strokes of his meat, her anger and indignation turned to
passion, and she began begging Tommy to fuck her as hard and as deep as he
could. When Tommy came, his friend started to undress and Andrea said,
"Let''s move this into the bedroom, where we''ll be more comfortable."
She said they were both good and eager and she fucked both of them
twice that afternoon. And they had been coming back, everyday, since.
I told Andrea that I was sure I would not be mad if I could stay home
the next day and hide in the closet when Tommy and his friend came by for
their daily fuck. She happily agreed.
The next day, I was hiding in the closet when the doorbell rang.
Andrea answered the door in the same shirt she had been wearing on that
first day. She had it unbuttoned to the navel and the tail was barely long
enough to cover her red pussy hair. I could hear some talking and laughing
and then, finally, Andrea invited the boys into the bedroom.
Andrea stripped off her shirt and lay down on the bed with her legs
spread wide open. She gave me a perfect view of her already-wet pussy.
Tommy got on the bed and in one motion, slid the entire length of his cock
into her pussy. While Tommy was fucking my wife, his friend was at the
side of the bed jerking on his hard cock with one hand and grabbing
Andrea''s big tits with the other. After a couple of strokes, Andrea pulled
him over and slid his cock into her mouth.
The only break in the fucking and sucking was when Andrea had Tommy
pull out of her and she got on her hands and knees. She then got the
perfect rhythm going, so that when one cock was filling her cunt, the other
was filling her mouth. The two boys fucked her several times in admirable
fashion. On the last time, Tommy was fucking her doggie style. and reached
under to finger her clit. Andrea had such a massive orgasm, I thought she
was going to pass out.
When they finally left, I came out of the closet and asked Andrea if
she was alright. She said yes, and begged me to fuck her because she waned
to see what it felt like to have her cunt fucked by three different cocks
in one day. Needless to say, I gladly obliged her slutty request! When we
were done, I asked her if every afternoon was that wild.
She smiled and said, "Wilder. I felt a little inhibited because you
were watching!"
4 Granted
Part I
Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived with her
parent''s at their large estate in Rhode Island. Melisa, more than Simon,
wanted to move out, away from her rich father''s influence. Even though
he had the best intentions in the world, Melisa didn''t want her husband
conforming to her father''s conservative way of life, which she felt
Simon would if they remained living there. As it was, her husband could
be a real stick in the mud at times, and Melisa didn''t want him getting
any worse.
Her prayers were answered one day when Simon received an unexpected
job offer from one of his old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead
used all of her charms and every trick she knew to coax Simon into
accepting the offer, which was no small accomplishment since her father
had a counter offer for a large pay increase and a better position
within his corporation for Simon. In the end though, Melisa won out, and
they moved away to Simon''s home town in northern Wisconsin.
Tonight, a week after their move, her husband''s old high school
friends were having a welcome home party at The Landing, a small lodge
hidden deep in the woods. Away from their wives for the evening, Simon''s
buddies proceeded to get drunk out of their minds while telling Melisa,
the only woman present, about the wild times they use to have together.
After a couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales,
Melisa began feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed. In yet
another toast made by someone, she gulped down her fifth shot of
whiskey. Melisa, feeling no pain and more than a little horny, then
started giving her husband some not-so-subtle suggestions about how
amorous she was. With a drink in her hand and sporting a devilish grin,
the petite redhead un-characteristically walked up to him and asked
Simon to go outside, suggestively squeezing his buns and winking at him.
Simon grumbled, "Maybe, later."
Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour later, Melisa
walked over to the far end of the patio behind The Landing. The view was
incredible. It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full
moon hanging in the sky. Like the largest light bulb ever created, the
moonbeams sparkled off the water of the lake below, bathing the
surrounding forest and patio in a soft white glow. When she reached the
railing, Melisa noticed the shadow of someone off to the side, but she
was too horny to concern herself with one of her husband''s drunk
friends.
Slowly turning around, she tilted her head back, and parted her lips
for a kiss. His hands immediately went to her breasts as he bent down to
kiss her. Melisa felt him groping around at the top of her expensive
dress, almost ripping it, as he tried to get his hands inside. He
finally pushed her dress from her shoulders and pulled it down. His
touch felt like fire when his fingertips finally dipped inside the lace
cups of her bra. Melisa could feel his urgency, his desire, and she was
happy that it matched hers. She heard a slight tear, then a loud rip. In
his lustful state he had torn her bra apart. The round curves and
softness of her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night air.
Melisa didn''t care that he had ripped her bra. She had waited three long
hours for this, and a torn piece of clothing wasn''t going to dampen her
excitement.
He pinched her already hardened nipples while his lips continued to
crush and smother hers in a sloppy kiss. Melisa moaned her hunger into
his open mouth. He dropped his hands and seized the undulating cheeks of
her firm ass. Because he was 6'' 4" and she was only 5'' 5", even with 3"
heels on, their embrace didn''t last long. Already Melisa''s neck was
getting sore from leaning back at such an awkward angle. Breaking their
kiss, she pressed her hands against his chest, and stepped back a bit.
Simon''s heart almost stopped beating when his wife reached out to open
his jeans. With lust in her eyes, Melisa quickly undid his pants, and
pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles. Dropping to her knees
in front of him, Simon held his breath as Melisa teasingly licked and
kissed her way slowly up his thighs. He gritted his teeth when her lips
parted, and she encircled the crown of his dick with them. Simon though
his head would explode when his wife''s mouth began to suck and swallow
his now completely hard shaft. Her saliva was making his dick glisten
like the lake below them. In the two years they had known each other,
Melisa had never sucked him off before. Simon was too stunned by the
sight of her luscious, red lips sliding up and down his thick rod to say
anything to her now. While she gently fondled his testicles with her
right hand, his wife reached around and massaged his ass with her other
one. Melisa then began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded to
steadily increase its loving action. Almost ready to climax, he reached
for the back of her head, but Melisa removed her mouth from his cock and
raised herself up.
"I can''t wait any longer. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right
now!" his wife panted as she lifted her dress up to her waist and spread
her feet apart.
Simon had tried telling her that The Landing wasn''t as fancy as the
places back east, only a local hang out for the loggers and a few
sportsmen who knew of it, but Melisa insisted on dressing up for the
party anyway. In the bright moonlight, the sight of her shapely legs
encased in tan nylons and perched atop a pair of high heels was the most
erotic vision Simon had ever seen. When Melisa''s trimmed, red pussy
hairs came into view, Simon was shocked. He didn''t know she had left the
house without wearing any panties.
With the top of her dress down and the bottom of it raised, Melisa
hoped she looked like a woman begging to be fucked. That''s what she was,
and that''s what she wanted to look like. It had been over a month since
Simon had fucked her last, and Melisa thought she''d die if she didn''t
get fucked now.
With ease, he lifted her 105 pound frame. up and kissed her hard on the
mouth. Melisa wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back
with a passion Simon didn''t know she had. When her silky legs surrounded
his mid-section and she locked her ankles together, he cupped the cheeks
of her small ass in the palms of his hands. With one swift and powerful
thrust, his entire cock pierced and buried itself inside her pussy.
Melisa suddenly broke their kiss and cried out. Savoring the way his
cock had enlarged and filled her pussy so completely, his wife held
herself steady for a moment. Every nerve in her body tingling with
excitement, and a barrage of fireworks was going off behind her tightly
closed eyelids. After the initial wave of pleasure passed, Melisa looked
into his eyes and in a throaty whisper said, "It''s been so long!" His
wife then crushed her mouth over his in another wet and passionate kiss.
Simon was shocked that his prim and proper wife from the east coast
could ever act this way.
"Come on, baby, really give it to me. Fuck my brains out! Faster!
Faster!" Melisa hissed as she began to wildly bounced up and down,
impaling herself upon his cock with every once of energy she had.
Simon was starting to feel dizzy, and wasn''t able to stand on his own
two feet any longer. While Melisa continued to fuck him like some sex-
starved nymphomaniac, Simon weakly dropped down to sit on the wooden
bench by the railing.
Melisa cried out again, "Come on, honey, fuck me faster! Please, baby,
faster! I''m almost there. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
Suddenly, Simon became sick to his stomach. Just in time, he leaned
over the patio and heaved his guts out.
After Melisa straightened out her clothes, she kissed him one more
time then went back to rejoin the party. Simon threw up again when the
man who just fucked his wife followed her inside.
"Good morning, sleepy head." he heard a soft and far away voice say.
The throbbing pain started as soon as Simon opened his eyes. Melisa
leaned forward and gently kissed her husband on the forehead, while her
hand ducked under the covers.
"How could you?" was all Simon said, not even flinching when Melisa''s
cold fingertips touched his crotch.
"Hey, I did everything I could last night to get you to... you know...
make love to me. I''m still horny, Simon."
The pain in his temples was replaced by a dizziness as blurred images
of the scene he witnessed on the patio at The Landing came back to him.
Melisa''s silky legs were wrapped around another man. Another man''s huge
hands were squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she furiously leaped up and
down on him. Another man''s tongue was probing her open mouth in an eager
kiss. Simon closed his eyes in torment. Was it all just a bad dream? Did
he only imagine that Melisa had sex with someone else last night? His
wife mistook his confused look as a sign of a hangover.
"Do you want something for your headache, or how about some
breakfast?" Melisa asked as she slipped out of bed and threw her robe
on. "Maybe after you''re feeling better, we could... mess around."
"Mess around?" Simon said, then mumbled under his breath as she walked
out of their bedroom, "That''s not what I''d call it!"
Melisa was right about one thing though, Simon was experiencing the
worst headache of his life. It had been a long time since he went out
drinking with the guys, and now it was time to pay the piper. His
stomach did a sudden flip-flop, and he made a mad, stumbling dash for
their bathroom.
On his knees in homage, Simon had no offering for the porcelain god.
His belly was empty. All he could do was listen to his gut wrenching
prayers as they echoed around in the rotund bowl, making his head pound
that much more. His stomach began hurting from the violent convulsions
it was going through trying to present anything in praise to the short,
white deity he was kneeling in front of, but it had nothing to give.
Like a rejected beggar, Simon bowed his head and implored the powers to
be for mercy. The icy-cold, ceramic altar was soothing his forehead when
his silent petition was answered. The toilet seat came crashing down on
the back of his neck.
"Oh, honey, are you okay?"
Simon turned toward the compassionate voice he heard, and looked up
through the hallow-like hole above his head.
"My, oh, my! Don''t we look green." Melisa said and then started
laughing.
"It''s not funny!" Simon groaned, half in anger, half in self pity.
"From where I''m standing, you look funny. Here," Melisa said as she
grabbed her husband''s arm and helped him to his feet, "get back to bed.
You''ll need to sleep this one off."
After making him take some asprin with a full glass of orange juice,
Melisa tucked her husband into bed like a little boy.
"JESUS H. CHRIST! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" came the shout that woke
him up.
"Leave me alone!" Simon grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to
see who was there.
"Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?" Simon''s best friend Bob, yelled
out.
"It should be ready in a few minutes."
"Come on, those muskies are practically dying to jump in the boat,
LETS GO!"
All Bob got was another tortured grunt.
"Did Simple Simon have too much to drink last night? Does his little
head hurt?" Bob teased.
"ASSHOLE!"
"PUSSY!"
"Double asshole!"
"Weekend Weed Whacker!"
Simon opened his eyes at his friend''s last jab. He remembered it was a
derogatory nickname the locals called all the city people.
"What the hell are you doing here? It''s not even..." then Simon
remembered they were suppose to go fishing this morning.
"Damn, what did those people on the east coast do to you?" Bob said,
then quickly yanked the covers off of Simon.
"Hey, Melisa, Simon''s got one of them retractable fishing rods and the
line''s all tangled up! You better get in here and help this poor boy,
cause I sure as hell ain''t!"
"OKAY, I''m up already! Now get the hell out of here while I get
dressed!"
"Never mind. False alarm." Bob shouted.
In the kitchen, Melisa sarcastically stated, "Another one!"
"I need to ask you something, Bob."
"No, we''re not going in! I don''t care how many times you throw up, or
how green you get. I''m always out here until I get my quota, so don''t
ask again."
"It has nothing to do with that." Simon said.
"What is it then?"
When his friend didn''t answer, Bob turned his head around. Simon
seemed to be looking at something in the distance, so Bob followed his
line of sight, and tried to figure out what it was. Seeing nothing out
of the ordinary, he asked again, "Well, you going to tell me what''s on
your mind?"
Confused, hurt, angry and still hung over, Simon said, "Never mind."
Melisa was so startled to hear the knocking at the front door that she
almost dropped the box of crystal she was carrying into the dinning
room. Setting it on the table, she yelled out, "I''ll be right there!" A
man wearing only a T-shirt and jeans, his back turned to the door, was
standing on their porch. Boy!, she thought, They sure grow them big up
here! Melisa suddenly realized she was still only dressed in her short
robe. She jumped when the man began knocking again. Opening the door up
enough to stick her head out, the half-naked housewife asked, "What can
I do for you?"
"Hi there! My name''s Jack. Sorry to bother you, but can I use your
phone? My truck got a flat and I need to call somebody out here. It''s
just down the road a bit." he said with a smile.
"Don''t you have a spare?" Melisa asked, afraid to let a stranger in
the house, especially the way she was dressed.
"Don''t I wish! Listen, I haul logs for the mill, so it''s not my rig,
but if I''m not back by a certain time, I''ll be in deep shit. Look, I
just need to let them know I got a flat, then I''ll go back out there and
wait for them to send somebody to fix it."
"Where are my manners? I''m sorry. Come in, the phone is in the living
room." Melisa said as she opened the door all the way.
Jack stepped in and followed her as she walked past him after closing
the door. Tom was right. Not only was the redhead beautiful, but she had
a fantastic body! She was a little small for his taste, but if
everything else Tom said was true, he could overlook that. When Melisa
turned around to face him and point at the phone on a table by the wall,
Jack had to swallow his heart. The red haired beauty before him had the
biggest pair of tits he''d ever seen on a woman her size.
While Jack was on the phone, Melisa knew she should have gotten
dressed. Every time she turned around the man''s eyes were on her. It was
like he didn''t care if anyone was on the other end of the line. Her
cheeks turned red and her pulse quickened when she saw his gaze fix upon
her breasts. Pulling her robe together to hide herself from his stare
only seemed to make Jack''s eyes grow larger. Looking down, she noticed
the thin material of her short, white satin robe was stretched tightly
across chest, making her erect nipples even more visible. Completely
embarrassed for getting excited just from having a man look at her,
Melisa ran into the kitchen.
"I''ve got to hand it to you, Tom, you were right." Jack said when the
woman disappeared. "She sure is something else! How long have I got?"
"Well, it''s only nine and she''s probably sober by now, so be here when
everybody gets back from lunch." his boss said.
"Thanks! See you at one." Jack replied as he hung up the phone.
Now all he had to do was figure out a way of getting the redhead to
let him stay in the house while a fictitious emergency truck repaired
his fictitious flat tire.
"Say, lady!" he called out, "Can I use your bathroom?"
"It''s the first door on the left, down the hallway."
When she heard the man close the bathroom door, Melisa raced from the
kitchen and into her bedroom. She hurriedly straightened up the bed,
threw the clothes she wore last night into the closet and took her robe
off. After wiggling into a tight pair of pink bikini panties, she
searched for a matching bra in her dresser drawer. From the corner of
her eye, Melisa saw something move, and bolted upright in surprise.
Less than two feet away, Jack was standing in the open doorway to the
adjoining bathroom. He didn''t say anything, didn''t even apologize for
sneaking up on her, but then he didn''t have to. The way he was looking
at Melisa said it all. Before, when he was on the phone, his looks were
appreciative, even complimentary. Now, there was something else in his
eyes, and Melisa started to tremble. Jack was awed by the near flawless
set of tits the young redhead had. And her nipples! My God, they were
the most perfectly shaped little nubs he had ever laid eyes on!
The two of them just stood there, both with their mouth open and both
wanting something different. Neither knew what the other''s next move was
going to be, so they both were afraid to move. Wearing only a flimsy
pair of panties, Melisa felt vulnerable and helpless. On the other hand,
Jack couldn''t remember the last time he was this sexually aroused. It
was certain they couldn''t just let the tension keep building up between
them, one of them had to do something, but which one was going to make
the first move?
Last night, Melisa had too much to drink, and just got carried away.
That''s all it was. Yet, like last night, she could feel her pussy
beginning to moisten, and she became embarrassed again. The young wife
looked down, to keep the man from seeing the way she was blushing. Her
heart skipped several beats, and she stopped breathing. The man''s cock
was sticking out of his open jeans, coming to life, bouncing slightly as
it grew larger and stiffer. Her nipples hardened all the more at the
sight, and Melisa became ashamed from the way she was reacting.
Tentatively, Jack raised his right hand. Melisa flinched at his sudden
movement, but stood her ground. Slowly he reached out to her. The sigh
the redhead made after his hand covered and gently squeezed her left
breast told Jack all he needed to know. He reached out with his other
hand and began slowly squeezing both her tits. Melisa legs wobbled, and
another sigh escaped from her still open and suddenly dry mouth. Jack
released her breasts, and his hands slid to her rib cage. Melisa clamped
her eyes shut and bit her lower lip as she raised her head. Her mouth
opened with a soft and pleading moan as his hands surrounded her slim
waist. She felt his fingers at her hips, hooking themselves inside the
only piece of clothing she had on. Like a hot knife through butter, Jack
ripped her panties on both sides.
Melisa''s only response was to look up, not in surprise, but in
anticipation of his next move. Jack noticed the change in her and
reached down. Melisa''s legs parted, and he lazily pulled the torn and
useless panties from between her quivering thighs. At that moment, they
both knew she was his. Melisa, almost in a trance, walked over to the
bed. She couldn''t believe that she was again going to fuck a man she
didn''t even know!
"That makes twelve, six each, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Jesus, Simon, you really look like shit! How
about we get you a little hair of the dog that bit you?"
"I just want to go back to bed." Simon said as he put his fishing gear
away.
"By the way, don''t forget you and Mel are suppose to come over tonight
for dinner. Sue''s been dying to meet your wife." Bob said.
"I meant to ask you about that. How come nobody else brought their
wife or girlfriend last night?"
"I''m not suppose to tell you this, but all the girls are planning a
big surprise dinner for you two day after tomorrow. Tell Mel to be
prepared, too. Some of them are pissed at her for catching you. I''m
pretty sure she''ll even hear some catty remarks from Sue tonight."
"Look, Bob, I only dated Sue once, then stepped aside when you told me
how you felt about her."
"Shit, I''m not accusing you of anything. I wouldn''t mind being in your
shoes, though. A lot of the other guys feel the same way. We''re just
jealous. Hell, you were the star jock at school, had your pick of any
girl you wanted, got a nice scholarship, married a gal who''s not only
the sexiest creature on earth, but comes from a rich family to boot! You
guys are the envy of the whole town, so you better get use to it. The
same goes for the rest of us. Yeah, I''m a little jealous, too, but I am
what I am. Just do me a favor, will you?"
"What''s that?" Simon asked his friend.
"Don''t let it go to your head. As far as I can tell, all your success
hasn''t changed you. Try to keep that way."
Simon waved from the dock as Bob pulled his boat away. The fresh air
had done him some good. At least he wasn''t sick anymore, and maybe only
a short nap would get rid of his headache.
As he walked up the hill to the lake front cottage they recently
bought, Simon thought of asking Melisa about last night. He then decided
it was best to get rid of his headache first. Besides, he still wasn''t
sure if he had really seen Melisa with another man, or if he had dreamed
it all. Thankful that his wife wasn''t around when he opened the door, he
tossed his fish into the kitchen sink, and headed off to bed.
Simon might as well have been shot with a gun when he opened his
bedroom door. In a way, he was. This was no dream. This was real! His
wife WAS with another man!
Melisa was kneeling over his prone body. Her hands were clutching at
his dick and balls, while her lips were sliding up and down his cock.
Simon could see the obscene lump in her cheeks expand and move as a
stranger''s dick poked around inside his wife''s sucking mouth. Simon
could see Melisa''s tiny hands stroking the thick shaft of the huge cock
protruding from her lips. Simon couldn''t see who the man was though. His
head was trapped between Melisa''s thighs, hiding him from view, as she
lewdly smeared her pussy back and forth in a fucking rhythm on his face.
The wet slurping sounds of their tongues and mouths on each others
genitals made Simon sick to his stomach again. Their grunting, groaning
and moaning made his head pound more painfully. The brokenhearted Simon
wanted to die on the spot!
Melisa shamelessly made love to the man''s cock with her mouth and
tongue as her fingers played with his hairy scrotum below her chin. Her
dainty hands then firmly grasped the base of his cock, and with ever
increasing speed, she began stroking his dick with both hands while her
head bobbed up and down. Melisa twisted her face in a corkscrew motion
and her hands continued to fly rapidly over the man''s shaft until he
finally ejaculated. She suddenly gagged when his cock briefly forced its
way into her throat. She then moaned loudly in orgasm as vast amounts of
thick gooey cum poured from her lips and began running down the dick she
was still wantonly sucking.
Simon didn''t see or hear any of this. He had rushed outside, racing
aimlessly up their driveway and then down the road. With tear stained
eyes, he looked up when he heard a car coming from behind.
"Well, hello there stranger! Long time no see. Hop in, I''ll give you a
ride." a cheerful woman''s voice said.
Like a zombie, Simon walked around to the other side of the car and
got in.
Letting the hot water of the shower pelt her still tingling body,
Melisa shook her head. She felt guilty for cheating on her husband a
second time, but she also felt marvelously satisfied and very relaxed,
something she hadn''t felt in a long time. Melisa really did love Simon,
and knew that what she did was wrong, but she just couldn''t help
herself.
Two years ago, before she ever met her husband, Melisa''s sex life was
phenomenal. She was one of the most sought after girls on campus, and
with good reason. Melisa thought college was nothing but a four year
orgy and very seldom turned down a chance to have sex. She had no qualms
about letting any of her dates get into her panties. The guy had to be a
real geek if he couldn''t get between her legs, and even then, Melisa
would at least give him head. As far as she was concerned, the only
thing in life that could come close to having a stiff cock was shopping.
Melisa knew everybody thought she was a slut, but it didn''t matter
because no one would dare say it to her face. Her family''s status in the
community prevented that. It was also the reason for her wild behavior.
The strict rules and conduct she had to abide by at home didn''t apply
when she wasn''t there. Her father''s dated codes of what a lady should
act like always collided her unbridled spirit. And after high school,
she became even more rebellious toward him.
All of this seemed to change when she started seeing Simon. It was as
though her popularity had dropped to zero. All the guys stopped asking
her out, and wouldn''t even flirt with her anymore. At 6'' 5" and the
middle linebacker for the football team all four years he was there,
Simon was an imposing figure that nobody wanted to mess with, but Melisa
didn''t take this into account. She thought men didn''t find her
attractive anymore. In a way, this was all right, because she fell in
love with Simon, and didn''t want her past indiscretions to ruin their
relationship.
But, within six months after they got married, Melisa began to feel
unwanted and repressed again. Even though she always wore the sexiest
clothes she could lay her hands on, Simon didn''t seem to want her.
Before they moved, her confidence plummeted to an all time low because
he hadn''t fucked her in over a month. She couldn''t understand why Simon
didn''t want to fuck as much as she did. Melisa just couldn''t go that
long without sex, and didn''t know how her husband could.
Sure, she enjoyed fucking the guy last night and the one this morning,
it helped take the edge off her sexual appetite. But she really didn''t
want to fuck them, she wanted Simon to fuck her. "Well, if my own
husband won''t screw me, at least I know other men still want to." she
said aloud when she stepped out of the shower. As degrading a thought as
this was, Melisa decided it wasn''t her fault. She also made up her mind
that she''d fuck someone else again if Simon didn''t start paying more
attention to her.
It was only eleven o''clock in the morning and already Simon was well
on his way to getting bombed. He picked up the tenth shot glass from the
neatly lined row of twelve, and gulped the fiery liquid down in a single
swallow. Janice was still sitting across from him, talking up a storm
about something or other. He didn''t know what she was saying, or did he
really care. She had been yakking away ever since she picked him up on
the side of the road. He looked at her through the empty thick shot
glass. All he could see were two distorted red lines, opening and
closing.
"You still suck cock?" he blurted out.
Totally stunned, Janice sat there with her mouth hanging open as Simon
continued his one sided conversation.
"I didn''t think my wife did, but she does. She''s a pretty good at it
too, opens her mouth up real wide and plays with your balls. You play
with the balls when you suck a guy''s cock?"
When the bartender looked their way because Simon wasn''t being so
quiet anymore, Janice leaned forward and said, "Why don''t I take you
home now, Sy. I think you''ve had enough."
"Is she with him?" he mumbled.
"What?"
"Is she still with him?"
"Simon, you''re not making any sense. What are you talking about?"
Janice asked, not really understanding him.
Leaning over the table the way Janice was, Simon got to within inches
of her face and said, "My wife and some other guy are playing hide the
salami in our own fucking house!"
"I don''t believe it! You''re just imagining things. Why, from what I''ve
heard, your wife sounds like a real nice girl."
"I saw it with my own eyes! Melisa was sucking this guy''s cock and
rubbing her pussy all over his face, right there in the middle of our
own fucking bed!"
"Listen, Simon, why would any girl in her right mind want to run
around on you? Besides, name one guy in this neck of the woods who would
even dare think of doing something like that with your wife. Hell, you
only moved back a couple of weeks ago. Nobody''s even met her yet!"
Janice truly believed what she was telling her former boyfriend,
because that was how she felt. Six years ago, they were the hottest item
in town. Janice had dreams of marrying Simon one day and living happily
ever after, but then things changed. When he received a full scholarship
to a university on the east coast, she was happy for him, but also sad
because her plans for getting him to ask for her hand in marriage were
put on hold. The day Simon left for college, Janice thought her life
ended. She would have waited until Hell froze over, if he asked her to,
but never Simon did. Janice was completely shattered, and blamed herself
for letting him get away. Even though she had married someone else since
then, she still loved, and often dreamed of Simon. Janice doubted that
Melisa was cheating on him, but maybe, just maybe, this was the second
chance she''d been hoping and praying for.
Simon, for the first time since she picked him up, really looked at
Janice. Her soft chestnut hair was longer than it use to be, and her
face was thinner, but Janice was still very attractive. She still has
that look, Simon thought. Janice''s deep brown eyes were what attracted
him to her in the first place. When they were alone in the past, which
was often, she would give him a look that was adoring, while at the same
time very sultry. She was giving him that look now, and the old feelings
for her were starting to come back. Simon reached out to hold Janice''s
hand, but she jerked it back quickly.
"Let me get you home." she said as she gathered up her things.
"I told you, I don''t want to go home."
"Well, I can''t stay here all day, Sy. I''ve got shopping to do and a
house to clean. I really have to go."
Feeling sorry for himself again, Simon leaned back in his chair and
said, "I''ll be fine, why don''t you take off."
Driving away and leaving Simon at Don''s tavern, Janice began thinking.
If his wife was really cheating on him, she could get Simon back. She
had heard the rumors about her own husband''s infidelities and figured
that all she had to do was wait around and catch him in the act, then
file for a divorce. Janice suddenly pounded on the steering wheel when
she realized exactly what she was thinking about. "Damn it, Simon!", she
yelled, "Why did you have to come back?" and then she started crying.
Part II
"Where''s dinner?" her husband called out to Janice when he got home
from work.
"If you don''t mind, I thought we''d go out to eat." she yelled from
upstairs in their bedroom.
Normally, her husband preferred a home cooked meal, and Janice
expected him to object to her suggestion, but he surprised her.
"Let me give the Carsons a call. We were suppose to meet them later
for drinks anyway, so they might as well join us. How''s The Landing
sound?"
"I thought we might go over to Don''s place. We haven''t been there in a
while." Janice replied quickly.
She was hoping to run into Simon again since he lived so close to the
small tavern. This was the reason she was getting dressed up.
"Okay, I''ll tell them to meet us there for supper, then we''ll all go
to the Landing for drinks when we''re done." Tom yelled back.
Janice wasn''t the only one with a motive for wanting to go out. After
hearing from Jack about how the hot redhead drained his balls this
morning, he wanted to see her again. In a perverse sense, this was Tom''s
way of getting even with Simon. Several nights over the past six years
he heard Janice talk in her sleep and mention his name, but when he
asked her about it in the morning, she denied having any feelings for
him anymore. Tom didn''t believe this, and suspected his wife was still
in love with her former boyfriend. He didn''t plan last night''s jaunt on
the patio with Simon''s wife, but when it was over Tom looked at it as a
macho victory over the man his wife still cared for.
Janice finally came downstairs and announced she was ready to go. The
way she was dressed removed any doubts Tom had on how Janice felt about
Simon. Instead of the blouse, jeans, and sneakers that she usually wore,
Janice was decked out in a short pale-blue skirt, a tight fitting white
sweater, and heels. Right then, Tom made up his mind he was going to
fuck Simon''s wife again, even if he had to go over to their house like
Jack did.
"Bob, will you tell him I need those shot glasses back. I only got
about five clean ones left!" the owner of the small tavern pleaded.
"Hear that, Simon? Don''s cutting you off. Time to go."
"I''m not getting in that fucking boat again!" Simon shouted without
even looking up.
"What''s your position on cars?"
Back and forth they went, Bob trying to get Simon to leave, and Simon
trying to get Bob to stay and drink with him. In the end, Simon won, but
only after Bob made him promise to eat something. Bob had seen his best
friend like this before, and knew all to well how belligerent he could
get. Don came over to the table then and asked, "Can I take these away
now?"
"Shit, it''s about time!" Simon said.
Playfully, and not too hard, Don hit Simon over the head with a tray
he was carrying.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Simon finally asked Bob.
"Remember, you and Mel were suppose to come over for dinner tonight.
Well, if Mohammed won''t go to the mountain, then the mountain will come
to Mohammed." Bob said as Melisa and Bob''s wife Sue walked in.
Simon became very quiet when the two women sat down to join them.
While Sue and Melisa discussed the differences between life in the woods
and big city, Bob studied his friend. Something was troubling him, and
had been all day. He then noticed that every time Simon looked at
Melisa, he did so with a scowl. They must be fighting, he thought, and
sensed that things could get ugly, especially considering how much Simon
had to drink already. When Don came over to their table again, Bob
promptly ordered steak dinners for everyone. From past experience, he
knew this wouldn''t change Simon''s mood, but it would sober him up and
make him more reasonable. Melisa and Sue continued to talk up a storm
during dinner and, thankfully, Simon didn''t argue when Melisa suggested
he quit drinking, at least until they finished eating.
The food did help. This, plus making him drink several cups of coffee
after dinner and splashing his face with ice-cold water in the small
bathroom, had Simon coherent now. He could focus his eyes, and knew
where he was and who was with him. When he talked, his speech wasn''t
slurred and he could be understood.
"You okay, pal?" Bob asked before they went to rejoin their wives.
"Yeah, I''m doing better, thanks. Almost like old times, huh? Me
getting fucked up, and you coming to the rescue." Simon said as he dried
his face.
"Don''t you think it''s about time you stopped doing this kind of shit?"
"I guess so."
"Are you and Melisa getting along okay?"
"Boy, you sure are subtle." Simon answered.
"Come on, don''t play any of your horse shit games, Simon! I''ve seen
the dirty looks you''ve been giving her. Fuck, you think I''m blind!"
"Hey, I can handle it."
"Look, we''ve been friends a long time. If you need someone to talk to,
I''ll listen. But, if you and Melisa are having problems, keep it to
yourselves. Quit making other people around you feel uncomfortable!"
"I''m feeling better and I''ll behave. Now, why don''t we go back out
there and have a good time."
While Bob and Simon were in the bathroom, two other couples had come
in. They were still talking with Melisa and Sue when the men returned,
so Bob invited them to sit down. Within five minutes, he regretted this
and was ready to pull his hair out. After just straightening out Simon
in the bathroom, Melisa started acting up, and she was a lot more vocal
about it than Simon had been.
Sitting at their large table were eight people, Simon and Melisa, Bob
and his wife Sue, Simon''s former girlfriend Janice and her husband Tom
(the stranger Melisa fucked last night), and Jack (the man Melisa fucked
this morning) and his wife Mary.
The verbal assaults began when Simon went over and sat down next to
Janice, leaving Melisa to sit between Tom and Jack. She was very quiet
for awhile, but it didn''t last long.
"So, Janice, I hear you two were quite the couple... some time ago."
Melisa said in the cattiest voice she had.
"I believe we still look good... together." Janice replied, making the
same pause for effect that Melisa had.
Everyone now knew that Melisa and Janice didn''t like each other. Simon
could tell Melisa was jealous of the tall brunette, and loved it. Janice
knew she was making Simon''s wife jealous, and she loved it too. This set
the stage for an evening none of them would forget. After the two women
tired of making snide remarks about each other, with Melisa coming out
on the short end of most of them, they began a more open and direct
battle.
Melisa started it by asking Tom to play some music on the jukebox so
they could dance. While giving both Janice and Simon a watch-what-I-do-
next look, she grabbed Tom''s arm and got up from the table. If looks
could kill, Janice would have been strapped into an electric chair and
executed on the spot. Melisa only smiled at the fuming woman. As she and
Tom walked over to the jukebox, Melisa''s left hand dropped to Tom''s
butt.
While the two of them were selecting songs, Bob picked up the
conversation at the silent table, talking about a local fishing contest
coming up. His wife took this as her cue, and started talking to Mary
about how pretty she looked.
Jack''s wife, only 20 years old, was the youngest of the group. Mary
was also the giddiest girl any of them knew, always laughing and
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