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My Sweet Melissa - 3
by Barticlees (01bartilr@sbcglobal.net)

***

The man that Melissa met at the adult theater 
insinuates himself into their house and into her pussy. 
(MMF, wife, voy, reluc, oral, intr, preg)

***

"I know your dirty little secret," the voice said on 
the phone.

"Who the hell is this?" I asked, trying to stay calm so 
none of the other stock brokers in the office could 
hear my voice. 

"It's me bro." 

Chills ran up and down my spine. Could it be? No way. I 
hadn't told the man who had fucked my wife's face our 
name or our address.

As though reading my mind the man added, "I waited 
outside in the parking lot and wrote down your license 
plate number. I do a lot of work for the DA's office 
and it was a simple matter to tell them that I needed 
to know the address of that license for a case I was 
working on."

My stomach started churning, but I wasn't about to be 
blackmailed. "Look buddy," I said.

"Call me Clayton," he interrupted.

"Okay, Clayton. That was a one time thing, man. I've 
never done anything like that before and I don't intend 
to do it again."

"You can't fool me, Mark." 
 
I was getting pretty nervous now. He knew my name. He 
knew where I worked and it sounded like he was a 
powerful man. I had assumed, since we had been a run 
down neighborhood, that he was a local; an average Joe. 
But, clearly, I had underestimated him. 

"You can't watch your wife being used like that and not 
want to do it again. I saw you cum, man. I wasn't just 
watching the back of your wife's pretty head as she 
took my dick in her mouth that night. I saw what you 
did. You shot so hard I'm surprised some of it didn't 
get on stage."

It must have been getting warm in the office because I 
was starting to sweat. 

"Look, Clayton. Okay, I've had fantasies about doing it 
again, but I'm not sure this is the right time." As I 
said this I thought about how I was still waiting for 
Melissa to recover from her anal debauchery in the 
empty parking lot several nights earlier. 

Since that night we had talked about it and she had 
seen how badly I felt and tried to convince me it was 
okay. She had put on a cheerful face and tried to 
reassure me that sometimes married people needed to 
experiment a little to try and keep their sex life 
fresh and exciting. But I sensed that I had crossed 
over an invisible line a little, or maybe a lot. 

I sensed that she was depressed, as though she was 
beginning to doubt whether or not I respected her. I 
know that she knew I loved her. I couldn't imagine life 
without her. And I hated myself for the things that I 
did to her. But I couldn't stop. It just turned me on 
too much.

"Sorry man," Clayton's voice intruded upon my thoughts, 
"but it's the right time for me. And that's all that 
matters."

"Like hell it is..." I started to protest.

"I wonder what our little Miss Melissa would think 
about the fact that you lied to her about the results 
of your examination." 

A darkness gathered around me. Did he really know? That 
was something that no one else was ever to find out 
about... EVER! How had he...?

"Yeah man. I got influential friends all over, even in 
the medical field. It's amazing how grateful people can 
be to their lawyer. Especially when he helps them to 
avoid multi-million dollar medical malpractice suits."

I thought I was going to throw up. "I don't know what 
you are talking....."

"Don't fuck with me man. You are sterile. Your little 
boys can't swim for shit. You couldn't make a baby in 
your wife's cunt in a million years. I wonder what she 
would think if I told her that you have lied to her 
about it all this time." 

He knew.

"Man, you let her think it was all her fault. No wonder 
the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with her. 
There ain't nothing wrong to find. The only thing wrong 
with her, bro, is that she's married to a jerk."

I could feel the earth falling away from below my feet. 
I was free falling into space. I was in danger of 
losing the thing that was most precious to me in the 
whole world; my sweet Melissa.

"See, you ain't got a leg to stand on, motherfucker. 
You didn't have the balls to tell her, pardon the pun, 
so now you're going to invite me over to your house 
tonight for dinner. Or.... I can just make a little 
phone call or send a quick e-mail to your wife. Yeah, 
man, I even know her e-mail address. I'm one relentless 
son of a bitch. And right now I got my sights set on 
your wife's mouth; those pretty little pouty red lips 
right below that cute upturned nose and those beautiful 
big blue innocent eyes of hers. The marines have landed 
baby, and they are headed for your wife. See you around 
8:00?"

I was stunned. I was in shock. This was happening way 
too fast. I wanted to grab my garbage can and puke into 
it but I didn't want to alert the others in the work 
area as to what was going on.

"I-I... oh God," I stammered, "What have I done?"

"Okay. Eight it is Mark. And just so you know, I'm 
partial to Chicken Kiev. And don't worry, I'll bring 
the wine. See you then buddy. Semper Fi."
 
As I leaned over and wretched into the toilet bowl in 
the furthest stall in the men's room, his words echoed 
through my mind and burned their way into my soul; 
'semper fi' ... always faithful.

When I called my wife to let her know that I was having 
a colleague over for dinner she perked right up. She 
always enjoyed cooking for and entertaining my friends 
and business associates. She was proud of me and 
supportive of my career. I felt so low I wanted to 
crawl under my desk and hide. And, "yes", she said, she 
knew how to make Chicken Kiev. It was, it turned out, 
one of her favorites also. She just hadn't gotten 
around to making it in a while. 

"And wear something nice, baby," I added, feeling like 
a snake. 

"Anything I wear looks nice sweety," she teased. 

I couldn't argue with that. "See you after work honey," 
I said, trying to keep myself from crying. 

"Love you baby," she said before she hung up the phone. 
As I slowly closed my cell phone I wondered how in the 
hell I was going to pull this one off. Einstein 
couldn't figure a way out of this. 

At exactly eight o'clock there was a knock on the door. 

"Honey, this is Clayton," I said by way of 
introduction, as the large and powerful form of my 
wife's past and soon to be future rapist walked through 
the door. "You may recognize him from that Christmas 
party we went to at the Stevens place last year. You 
remember, the one where we had a little too much to 
drink and had to get a ride home from Carl?" 

I would know in a moment if this was going to work. My 
heart was in my throat. I had prayed, and prayed hard, 
that this little ruse would work. I hoped she had not 
gotten a good look at his face that night in the 
darkened theater. After all, it wasn't his face that 
had been the focus of her attention. And he had been 
dressed down in jeans and a pull over shirt. He hadn't 
presented then the striking figure that he presented 
now; dressed in a six hundred dollar suit with a Rolex 
on his wrist and some expensive looking gold rings on 
his hands. 

As I looked at him for the first time since that night, 
I had to admit that there was a polished ruggedness to 
his features and an intelligence in his eyes that gave 
him a charismatic charm. And, when he smiled his broad 
smile and leaned down to shake my wife's hand, his 
perfectly white teeth sparkled from left to right and 
back again. I figured that if I could just get through 
this initial introduction, I would worry later about 
her recognizing any of his other "features". 

"So pleased to see you again, Melissa," he said, taking 
her delicate little white hand in his powerful grasp. 

I watched without breathing as Melissa looked at him. I 
could see a momentary wariness cross over her face like 
a dark cloud and I thought I was going to die. But 
then, as I could almost see the gears turning in her 
head, she must have decided that she was just being 
paranoid and smiled cheerfully back at him.

"Yes, you do look familiar," she said innocently. "That 
was some party that night wasn't it?"

 "Indeed, Melissa," he added smoothly, with a twinkle 
in his eye, "I just love a good party, don't you?"
 
The Chicken Kiev was perfect. My wife was perfect. She 
was wearing a little yellow chiffon dress that really 
complemented her long blond hair. I tried to make sure 
that she had plenty of wine. I even proposed a couple 
of toasts for silly reasons to encourage her to drink 
as much as possible. She was going to need it. I was 
going to need it. Clayton, on the other hand, drank 
only modestly. He clearly didn't want to dull his 
senses for what was to "come" later. 

After eating, we all retired to the den to relax and 
watch a movie. Zero hour was fast approaching for me. 
Too fast, like a runaway train. I maneuvered my wife to 
sit next to me on the long sofa while Clayton sat on 
the other end. I kept handing her wine glass and 
encouraging her to drink. Slowly, it was beginning to 
work. She was becoming a little tipsy and a little too 
open about the things she was saying. I laughed and 
nodded at everything she said. I encouraged her 
continuously so that she would speak up and not be shy. 
I wanted her to lose all of her inhibitions. And I do 
mean, all, of them. 

About half way through the romantic movie I had rented 
for the occasion Melissa was clearly feeling no pain. 
She gets very randy when she drinks and I was counting 
heavily on the affects of the wine to help me. So, 
after a particularly romantic scene, when I leaned over 
and kissed her and she responded enthusiastically, I 
began to think that there was hope after all. With the 
lights turned down and the glow of the television 
floating around the room I could feel my wife beginning 
to heat up. I put my arm around her waist and gently 
moved my hand up and under her breast. 

She didn't seem to mind as I occasionally pushed gently 
up against her breast during the movie. She had almost 
forgotten about the presence of Clayton who had the 
remarkable ability to put her perfectly at ease and 
make himself feel right at home. 

I poured on more wine. I knew now that she was going 
beyond tipsy. She was getting drunk. Maybe, I thought, 
this was going to work. I was going to share my wife, 
in our own home, with the man who had fucked her face 
just a couple of weeks ago in a porn theater. 

She could see that I was getting hard again. My zipper 
was bulging just thinking about the whole erotic 
situation, and, at one point, she giggled and 
surreptitiously put her hand on my crotch and rubbed. 

"Are we getting a little woody, sweety," she whispered 
in my ear. 

I leaned over and kissed her and moved my hand up over 
breast and began to squeeze. 

"Oh God, baby," she said, "that feels soooo good." 
Then, through the alcoholic fog of what remained of her 
ability to think rationally, her sense of propriety 
reminded her; "but we have company sweetie. " 
 
"Let him get his own girl" I said, as I leaned down and 
kissed her fervently. As I was doing that I slipped my 
hand into the top of her dress and squeezed her tit. 

"Ohmygod," she breathed into my mouth with a start. It 
was like I had hit an electric 'on' switch. But instead 
of fighting she just began melting into me. She put 
both hands around my neck and kissed me. We kissed long 
and deeply and it was almost as though she was trying 
to fuck my face with her tongue. She was into it. 

It was happening. 
 
I wasted no time in working the zipper down on her 
dress. She did absolutely nothing to try and stop me. 
So then I started to massage her breasts with both 
hands. She was panting so hard I thought she might come 
just from the stimulation on her nipples. I was sure 
that if I were to put my finger in her pussy at that 
moment that I would find myself in a seething hot swamp 
of pink flesh. 

That was when Clayton reached over and started to play 
with one of her tits. She knew what was happening but 
she just leaned her head back and moaned as the 
sensations coursed over and through her. She placed her 
hand over his and helped him to caress her breast. She 
was on fire. Quickly, Clayton and I began to take off 
the rest of her clothes while we continued fondling her 
dangling tits. At one point Clayton even pulled her 
face towards him and kissed her deeply. She hungrily 
kissed him back. 

I got up and pulled her dress down her legs and off her 
feet. Then I grabbed her skimpy pink panties and pulled 
them down and off. The sight of her hairy pubic mound 
dripping with moisture almost made me come right then 
and there. Clayton continued kissing her and caressing 
her tits as I removed my shirt and started taking off 
my pants. As I threw them aside I saw that Clayton was 
lowering his zipper. And, to my total amazement, as he 
gently pushed my wife's head down towards his now 
exposed dick, she just let him. 

And so, without any resistance or hesitation, she 
rolled over, got on her knees on the floor, moved 
between his legs, leaned over, and took the head of his 
huge cock in her mouth. My hand went to my now freed 
cock standing straight out in front of me. I gently 
stroked myself as I stared down at the sight of my 
beautiful wife's gorgeous white ass while she knelt 
before this black man and made love to his dick with 
her mouth. He didn't have to fuck her face this time. 
This time she was doing all the work. As I knelt behind 
her and prepared to fuck her, I watched her head bob up 
and down and up and down, furiously trying to fuck his 
dick with her mouth. 

The warmth of her pussy as I penetrated her from behind 
was not to be believed. I could feel each inch of my 
hard cock as it slid into her feminine opening. I could 
feel her wrapped around me like a divine sheath. As I 
slowly began pumping back and forth, and in and out, 
savoring the perfect friction, I was torn between 
watching her pussy lips go in and out as they hungrily 
gripped my cock and the beauty of the little brown anal 
star between her two perfect butt cheeks, or watching 
as she gave head to the man who had forced his way into 
our house and into our lives. As I fucked my wife from 
behind, I just leaned my head back and swooned with 
pleasure. I wanted the moment to last forever. 

I was fucking my wife and Clayton was playing with her 
tits as he watched Melissa suck his cock. The evening 
was perfect. Her beautiful dress lay discarded in a 
heap on the living room floor right next to us, along 
with her frilly lace panties and matching bra. I 
continued fucking. After a while my wife started 
moaning. Incredibly, I realized that Melissa was more 
turned on than we were. She was about to come. 

And she did. With Claytons huge black member gripped in 
her hand she started to jerk and shove back against me 
with all her strength. She was unable to continue 
sucking him as her orgasm swept over her so the cock 
that she held with a death grip in her hand just rubbed 
back and forth over her cheek, spreading its moisture 
on her face, as she jerked and spasmed through her 
come. The sound of her high-pitched voice gasping in 
disbelief at the intensity of each wave of the orgasm 
that swept over her was something I will never forget. 
I can almost come just from the sound of it in my 
memory. It was the sound of a female being fucked; the 
mating sound of a woman in heat. 

I couldn't hold out against the sensations. We had only 
been fucking for about five minutes now and I wanted it 
to last forever. But it was all way too hot. The 
thought of my innocent wife being gang-banged was way 
over the top. I tried to fight it as I felt the spear 
of pleasure begin to push its way towards my dick. I 
tried to slow down but it was too late. I was going to 
come in my wife's beautiful pussy while she was on her 
knees sucking a black man's cock. A man who had 
blackmailed me into inviting him over for supper just 
so he could fuck my wife. It was all just way too much 
to fight against. 

I squirted my sperm deep into her cunt. Her orgasm had 
spread from her body to mine and sucked the sperm out 
of the depths of my soul, through my body, up the 
length of my dick, out of the frantically opening mouth 
at the head of my dick, and deep down into her open 
vagina. All I could do was grunt in disbelief at the 
extreme pleasure of this ultimate fuck of my young 
wife. 
 
I collapsed and fell back and felt the sweet sensation 
of my cock sliding out of her now very sloppy and wet 
pussy. As I lay on my back and tried to regain my 
composure I could see Clayton smiling down at the sight 
before him. Me on my back and my shrinking dick covered 
with mine and Melissa's fuck juice. And Melissa with 
her head resting on his leg, still holding tightly to 
his rock hard tower of black stiffness. And I watched 
as a triumphant smile spread across his face. 

"Beautiful, baby. That was beautiful," he said, as he 
started to get up. "Why don't you just lie down on the 
floor here Melissa, and spread your legs,." 

Resigned to her fate, my wife obediently rolled over 
and spread her legs for him. 
 
"The first string quarterback is coming into the game 
now," he said, as he knelt between her open legs and 
pointed his dick at her opening. 
 
"And he's about to score the winning touchdown up 
inside your pussy," he added as he slowly pressed 
himself into her. 

As exhausted as I was I couldn't miss this. I rolled 
over and watched in wonder at the sight of Clayton's 
big black cock as it slid ever so slowly and ever so 
relentlessly up into my wife's open pussy. The marines 
had landed and, inevitably, irresistibly, they had 
achieved their objective. Their dick was inside my 
wife. 
 
Clayton fucked my wife and she didn't fight him. Quite 
the contrary, she welcomed him with open arms, and open 
legs. She swam in the glorious sensation of his sex 
exploring inside of her. Her pussy received his cock 
with total acceptance and unqualified love. It was as 
though her pussy was granted him permission to use her 
as he saw fit. It submitted to his masculine aggression 
and assented to be fucked by him any way he wanted. 

And Clayton wanted. Man, did he ever want. He gazed in 
wonder at the sight of my wife's magnificent body 
receiving his hardness and the sight of her beautiful 
face lolling in rapture. And he fucked her. For a good 
long time, he fucked her. Over and over, in and out, as 
though he were intending to spend the rest of his life 
enjoying the sensation of fucking my wife, he just kept 
pumping and pumping and pumping. Black on white/black 
in white. 

He pumped and pumped. This was what he had been waiting 
for and he had no intention of rushing. Each time he 
started to get to close to orgasm he would just slow 
down or stop and he would run his hands up and down the 
sides of her hips in silent admiration of the beauty 
that nature had created, or he would gently squeeze and 
caress her breasts with a deliberate tenderness that 
drove my wife mad. Then he would resume fucking 
Melissa. 

Occasionally he would vary the rhythm of his thrusting 
as though he were escorting Melissa into regions of 
sexual experience that she had never known. And when he 
would push himself as deeply as possible into her she 
would make a kind of grunting noise that was both 
pleasure and pain. 
 
They fucked. Him pumping down, and her with her arms 
wrapped around his huge powerful shoulders trying to 
pull him ever farther into her body. So far into her 
body, even, that I thought she was trying to swallow 
him whole with her pussy. But Clayton didn't mind. He 
took his time and savored every moment of this married 
white woman's subjugation. 

He liked fucking white pussy. He loved fucking my 
wife's white pussy. He knew this wouldn't be the only 
time. He knew he would have her, again, and again, and 
again, and again and... There was something to be said 
for seeing what you wanted and just going after it, he 
thought to himself as he fucked my wife. She was one 
fine piece of ass. 

It was incredible. Not only did my wife enjoy it, but 
she came on him. More than once. She was having 
multiple orgasms from his dick. And still he kept 
going. I could tell that whenever she orgasmed he had a 
hard time not ejaculating but somehow he managed to 
restrain himself. He would slow down and little and 
wait for her orgasm to pass. He would look down 
lovingly and indulgently as she bucked against him and 
cried out in her ecstasy and then, like a machine, he 
would resume his ministrations as though nothing had 
happened. 

I thought this was going to go on all night. I wondered 
if it was possible for a woman to have so many orgasms 
that she hurt herself. Could she go mad? Would she just 
collapse? Then, suddenly, he stopped and pulled himself 
from inside of her. He looked down at her lewdly 
splayed legs and the dark cavern between her thighs. 

"Roll over bitch," he said. "Get on your knees. I want 
to fuck you like the white trash that you are."

Suddenly, through the fog, something seemed to register 
with my wife. She opened her eyes in wonder, and though 
she was rolling over in obedience to his demand, I 
could see the light go on in her head. Something about 
his voice. What had he called her? Bitch? It sounded 
familiar. Then it came to her. 

"You, you're... you're the... uunnggh!" her sentence 
was cut off as Clayton shoved his dick into her from 
behind. I saw my wife's back arch upwards from the 
force of his thrust like a horse in a rodeo trying to 
buck off it's unwelcome rider. Over and over he fucked 
her. It was almost inhuman. She was so small and frail 
and he was so big and strong. Her pussy didn't stand a 
chance. There was no way she could resist him now. 

"That's right bitch," he said between thrusts. "I'm the 
one who fucked your face at the movies. You are one hot 
piece of ass baby. Your husband don't deserve such a 
fine piece of pussy. You should move up in the world 
baby."

"I-I... love my hus..." she tried to speak between the 
driving force of his lunges into her body. "I-I... Oh 
GOD! I'm....cummmming! Oh dear God, oh dear God." Her 
train of thought had been cut off by another, more 
powerful train; the runaway train of her body's 
irresistible need to release the volcanic sexual forces 
that had built up inside her. It was in her and it had 
to come out.

And it did. She came so hard it scared her. Her head, 
though jerking spasmodically around with the rest of 
her body from the force of his thrusts, went totally 
rigid as the veins in her neck popped out like steel 
support girders and she tried desperately to survive 
the onslaught of the natural upheaval that exploded 
inside of her. Again and again her whole body jerked 
independently of the dick that was fucking her and I 
knew she was having the most intense orgasm of her 
life. 

I was afraid it would kill her. I wanted to help her 
but there was nothing I could do. I lay on my side in 
stunned disbelief at the intensity of everything that 
was happening. There was no way, I thought momentarily, 
that something this intense could ever happen twice in 
a person's life. But then I quickly remembered that 
night in the adult theater when Clayton had fucked 
Melissa's face and realized that I had thought the same 
thing then. Seeing my wife being used by another man 
was, without a doubt, the greatest sexual thrill I had 
ever experienced. 

And then Clayton came in my wife. 

He threw his head back and actually roared. I didn't 
recognize the sound at first and it wasn't until I was 
watching a movie on television weeks later that I 
realized what the sound had been. It was the "woohaw" 
sound that the marines make in boot camp. He must have 
been a marine at one time. My wife's cunt had been 
invaded by the marines. It was easy to believe by 
looking at his body. I sure as well wouldn't want to 
fight against him in a battlefield. Hell, I couldn't 
even compete with him in my own house. Or even in my 
own bed. 

As he came inside my wife I saw his big arms stiffen 
and his massive shoulders clinch tight. I marveled at 
the chiseled look of his sculpted body as he tensed all 
over and pushed himself forward so far that Melissa 
hung from his hips like a punctured rag doll with her 
body flailing helplessly at the end of his manhood. 

As he shot forth his semen, I knew what he knew. He was 
inseminating my beautiful precious wife. She never used 
birth control because we thought we didn't need it and 
now he was doing what I couldn't. He was planting his 
seed deep down in her heaving, throbbing, and 
desperately grasping pussy to begin the magical 
processes of procreation. He was fucking my wife... in 
more ways than one. 

And all I could do was just sit and watch my sweet 
Melissa being used.

END

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