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Subject: {ASSM} Melissa -- Our Roommate Chap. 5 {Biff Jones} (fict MF wife cheat smoking piercings tease)
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   Melissa -- Our Roommate Chap. 5 (fict MF wife cheat smoking
piercings tease)

   It had been a few days since Kelly had given me the most startling
ultimatum of my married life.  "You don't get to have me again until
after you've been with her," she had told me, referring to her sexy
friend Melissa who had become a member of our household not long ago,
albeit temporarily.  I have to admit, the thought of fucking Melissa
didn't bother me at all.  Slender, blonde, and amply endowed, she was
quite a catch in her own right.  Not to mention the fact that her
pierced nipples and clitoral hood, along with her sexy smoking,
cleanly sealed the attraction for me.

   But the first part of that proclamation, about not having sex with
my own wife until the deed had been done, was making things a bit
difficult for me.  After all, since Melissa had moved in, our already
healthy sex life had been fueled like a fire touched by gasoline.  It
was obvious that there was a strong mutual attraction between the
three of us, as evidenced by the two menages-a-trois we had already
engaged in, during which Melissa and I had only fooled around.  Or the
time almost ten days ago when my wife and Melissa fucked in the most
erotic display of bisexuality I had ever been a witness to.

   Kelly was also determined to make things especially difficult for
me, at least in the "blue balls" category.  She had conspicuously worn
her sexiest lingerie the past three days in a row.  She was wearing my
favorite perfume, doing her makeup in the style that she knew drove me
craziest, and smoking sensually in front of me constantly.  But the
best I could get from her was tantalizing french kisses; when I tried
to touch her or get her to touch me, she would just smile and shake
her head 'no'.

   I realized that my only hope lay in seducing Melissa as quickly as
possible.  Yet it became rapidly clear that Kelly had an elaborate
game in motion, one in which I was being maneuvered like a pawn.  She
must have told Melissa that I was going to be making my moves and that
she should tease me and not make it too easy for me.  After all, just
ten days ago, Melissa had been licking my wife's vaginal essence from
my cock and begging me to fuck her.  But now, she was coyly playing
with me in the same way as Kelly, driving me wild by walking through
the house scantily dressed and beautifully made up, smoking
frequently, and finding situations that forced her to brush against or
be in physical contact with me.

   However, any serious pass that I made was met with resistance or
stalling.  For example, a couple of days ago, she "accidentally" sat
on my hand when she plopped down next to me on a small two-seat couch.
After a minute, when she made no effort to move or release me, I
started caressing her ass.  She squirmed around a bit, obviously
enjoying it, so I went to slide my hand inside the waistband of her
jeans, but with a sly smile she pulled away and went into her bedroom,
closing the door behind her.

   At another point she more or less cornered me in the hallway near
her bedroom as I exited the bathroom.  She was wearing a tight T-shirt
with no bra, so her pierced nipples were clearly visible, and had a
sexy dark red lipstick on.  She was also smoking a cigarette.  She
slid one leg in between mine and pressed her thigh against my groin
firmly, leaning in so that her tits pushed lightly into my chest.

   Exhaling a stream of smoke generally right at me, she said softly,
"Can I ask you a personal question?"

   I nodded, feeling the stiffness of my cock swelling under her leg.

   "I haven't heard you and Kelly, well, fucking, for a few days.  Is
everything okay between you two?"  She was making intense eye contact
with me throughout.

   "Sure," I stammered, fishing for a believable story that didn't
start with 'my wife won't let me have her until I've fucked you'.
"We've just been a little, um, preoccupied."

   She used her thigh to massage my cock while taking a long drag from
her cigarette, letting the seconds pass.  Finally, she went on.  "So
I'm not getting in the way of anything," she asked.  "I wouldn't want
to be a problem...and besides, I like listening to you two go at it,"
she continued, licking her lips.

   Her arm had stealthily crept up my side during this until her hand
came to rest lightly on the back of my neck.  Slowly I felt the
unmistakable but subtle pressure of her pulling me down towards her.
She did it so gently that I hardly had time to realize it before we
were kissing.  Her mouth was hot and smoky and my cock throbbed with
arousal at the taste of her tongue on mine.  We kissed for several
seconds, letting our passion flow freely with the wetness of our
mouths.  Eventually she broke the kiss, keeping her face near mine.  

   "We can't do this," she breathed at me.  "You're married...your
wife is my friend.  I'm sure she doesn't want you to cheat on her with
me."  There was a twinkle in her eye as she said it, knowing full well
that Kelly had been throwing us together.  She took a drag right in
front of me, blowing the smoke just past my left ear.  Then with one
last thrust of her smoky tongue into my mouth, she pushed me away and
went out the front door.  I felt like I'd been hit by a city bus.

***********

   I decided then and there that Melissa, this sexy, teasing,
beautiful bitch was going to force me to take a more aggressive
stance.  She wanted me as much as I wanted her, but clearly Kelly had
told her not to make it too easy for me.  It was time to cut through
the ruse and get inside her shaved blonde cunt; the repeated days of
teasing with no relief were bringing out an unusual level of animal
lust in me.

   Whether Kelly sensed my growing need through marital perception or
through her own desperate impatience I'll never know.  However, she
abruptly announced Friday morning that an old work friend was in town
for the weekend and that she was going to go out with her that night.
Apparently it was not someone Melissa knew, and she volunteered to
stay home and keep me company with some movies from the video store.
I knew this was the opportunity I had been waiting for, and couldn't
wait for the workday to be over.

   Of course, under that kind of anticipation, it was going to be a
very long day indeed at the office.  I could think of nothing else
besides Melissa's long blonde hair writhing under me as I hammered my
dick between her legs, or sucking on her pierced nipples to the sound
of her gasps and moans.  I knew I was on the right track when a late
afternoon phone call from Kelly reminded me that I was on my own for
dinner that night.

   "I'll probably be very late getting home tonight," she told me
plainly.  As if I was completely obtuse to her plans, she added, "I
changed the sheets this morning."

   I assured her that she should have a good time tonight and not
worry about me.  That between Melissa and I, this evening's
entertainment should be no problem.  

   "Good," she said with a snap to her voice, "Because I'm getting
pretty horny and I can't be held totally responsible for what happens
if you don't get on with it."

   I didn't know exactly what that meant, but in light of the things
that had happened last time she'd been at the bar with a girlfriend -
Melissa no less, just two weeks ago - I had an inkling of her
implications.  My wife was telling me she was getting impatient.

**********

   Dinner that evening was a bit subdued.  I got home first and
whipped up a chicken Caesar salad for us.  Melissa was a bit on the
quiet side until she got a couple of glasses of white wine into her;
then she got flirty and risqué with me.  She asked if I was getting
any yet, and commented that my "poor cock" must be all swollen and
sore from neglect.  Actually, she was right, but the immediate cause
of any swelling was sitting across the table from me.  She was dressed
from work, in attractive but professional makeup: light blue eye
shadow and a pale, glossy pink lipstick.  A mint green silk blouse
that tied at the waist concealed her substantial curves, while a gray
skirt revealed enough leg to be tantalizing without being
inappropriate.  Melissa had loosened the tie on the blouse when she
came in so that it was starting to hang open across the front, with
only a concealed button at the bustline keeping the two sides
together.  Needless to say, I had a great view of her cleavage every
time she leaned forward.

   We chatted for a while after eating, long enough to kill the rest
of the bottle of wine.  Both of us were clearly feeling good by that
point, and it wasn't even 9:00 yet!  Melissa realized her blouse had
opened enough to show most of her bra-covered breasts and excused
herself with a giggle, saying she wanted to get out of her work
clothes.  I watched hungrily as she stood and headed into her bedroom.
With the way our place is laid out, I had a great view of her bedroom
door, which to my delight she quite clearly didn't care to close.  Of
course, we had seen each other naked several times since she had moved
in, but not since Melissa and Kelly fucked nearly a week ago.

   Melissa simply stood with her back to me, stripping casually.
First she unbuttoned the blouse so that it hung loosely from her
shoulders.  She paused long enough to light a cigarette and furtively
glance at the door; had she drunk a little less, I might have missed
it, but she was just a bit less subtle than usual, and I knew that she
had been checking my field of view.  Next she unbuttoned her skirt and
let it fall from her shapely hips, revealing a light blue thong that
disappeared in the crease of her ass before tightly gripping her pubic
mound in front.  She casually took a drag from her cigarette, still
facing away from me, and exhaled a stream of smoke towards the
ceiling.  Then she hooked a thumb in each side of the thong and slowly
pulled it down across her hips and legs, leaving it in a pile on the
floor.  Feeling the pulsing pressure of my erection at the sight of
her fabulous body, I made my move.  Boldly, I stood and went to her
door.

   I covered the distance rapidly, so that by the time she heard me
and turned, I was already in her room with a hand on her left
shoulder.  I firmly spun her around to face me, admiring her breasts
hanging suspended in the matching blue bra, framed by the loose
blouse.  Excitement shone in her eyes like a beacon, drawing me to
her, but she continued the charade.  "What-?" she tried to gasp.

   I pushed her forcefully, perhaps even too forcefully, against the
wall, turning the rest of her statement into a soft gasp of breath
that sounded like an "oh..." I pressed my left hand hard against her
crotch, cupping her womanhood tightly and enjoying the feel of its
hairlessness.  She wasn't obviously wet at first, but as my fingers
parted her sex I felt a rush of juices lubricate her.  Again she
reinforced my opinion that she was the wettest woman I'd ever touched.

   I was still holding her shoulder as well, so that between my two
hands she was firmly pressed against the wall and wouldn't be moving.
Then I kissed her, hard.  I used my tongue to open her delicious,
smoky mouth and taste her.  I kissed her aggressively, crushing our
lips together as I sucked her tongue into my mouth and probed her at
my will.  I felt her responding to my dominance in an entirely new
way.  Before when we had fooled around, both times in the presence of
my wife, Melissa had been interested but confidant, and I had been
cautious not to appear too eager.  But now, with me forcefully taking
her, Melissa was melting in my arms.  She gave up all pretense of
struggle and was making soft mewing sounds into my mouth as I kissed
her.

   All of a sudden, I became an animal.  I had never been so forceful
with my wife as I was now being with this sexy creature I had cornered
before me.  I jabbed two fingers hard into her slit, feeling the
sticky cream of her womanhood coat my palm like syrup.  I trapped her
against the wall so that she could hardly move and smothered her mouth
with my hungry kisses.  She tasted incredible and I could begin to
smell her fragrant cunt flowering the air in the room.  Abruptly I
pulled my fingers from her wetness and pressed them into her mouth as
we kissed, so that we were both licking her flavors from them.

   "Suck me," I ordered her, pressing down on her shoulder.  I
watched, pleased, as she silently slid to the floor before me,
submission in her bright eyes.  She took her time, though, fishing my
cock out of the confining pants I wore.  I'm sure that was just to
ensure that my attention was completely riveted on her as she took a
hard drag on her cigarette, making the tip glow bright orange.  She
slowly exhaled and engulfed me in her mouth.

   Watching this platinum beauty take my cock in her mouth was
exquisite.  I silently mourned my failure to have set up a video
camera to tape the encounter, but soon found it difficult to focus on
anything but the wet tongue bathing the base of my shaft in her
saliva.  Her cock sucking skills were excellent and I fought the urge
to close my eyes in pleasure, as I wanted to see the whole thing.
What it must have been like before she had taken out her tongue ring!
I let her suck me for several minutes, during which, unfortunately,
she was forced to put out her cigarette.  However, when I began to
feel the tightness in my balls indicating that my orgasm neared, I
pulled her up roughly.

   Her lipstick had smeared on her face along with a sheen of saliva,
aided no doubt by my dick rubbing across her lips and cheeks.  Her
hair was rumpled where I had pulled and held it.  She looked like a
cocksucking slut, and I loved it.  I told her so, in fact.

   "I've been waiting to fuck you," I growled into her ear.  Her low,
aroused moans urged me to continue.  "I'm going to fuck you like a
whore now," I finished.  I had never spoken like that to any woman in
my life, but the timing and situation made it sound natural.  At
least, Melissa's long gasp "Yessss..." encouraged me, and she wrapped
her arms around my neck and kissed me wetly.  Her right leg came up
and around my hip and she pulled me into her.

   Between her overwhelming wetness and the gaping slash opened by the
angle of her leg, it was simply a matter of bending slightly at the
knees and pressing forward for me to enter her.  I felt a surge of
exhilaration as I felt her sloppy pussy spread to accommodate my
thickness.  I had been desperately eager to take Melissa like this
ever since she had moved in with us, and truth be told, deep down,
ever since meeting her several years ago.  It had been worth the wait.
Her vagina was fiery hot and streaming with gooey fluids that
instantly matted my pubic hair.  She moaned loudly into my mouth and
broke the kiss.

   "Oh fuck, that feels so good!  This is so hot!"  She kissed me
again.  "Gary would never kiss me after I sucked on him," she
whispered in amazement.

   I thrust my hips until my cock bottomed out in her.  "That useless
fuck wouldn't lick your pussy either, and probably doesn't have a clue
what he's missing."  I stroked in and out of her with deep thrusts,
fucking her forcefully.  I could hear the slap of her ass hitting the
wall with every thrust.

   I was completely aroused, in a sort of sexual hyper-awareness.  I
heard the pitch of her cries rising in tempo to my movements and she
hung onto my neck like a lifeline in a raging river.  She opened her
mouth and tried to speak but the words were jumbled and disjointed.

   "Would you...oh fuck...oh god, I want...you...to...fuck-fuck-shit!
Oh!  I want you to...please - oh fuck, I'm going to come...I'm going
to...going to...come!"  Her eyes rolled back and her body shook as her
orgasm washed over her.  I was amazed at the erotic display and nearly
stopped fucking her as I watched.  I slowed my strokes to allow her to
recover, but still keep her arousal high.

   A minute later, when her breathing returned to a semblance of
normalcy, I picked up the pace again.  "What were you going to ask
me?" I inquired as my dick moved inside her canal.

   She blushed and shook her head.  Time for me to get aggressive
again, I decided.  I gripped her long blonde hair and pulled, hard.
As her face tilted upwards, I kissed her hard, nipping at her lips and
tongue.  "Tell me, you fucking slut!" I ordered.

   I felt a fresh wash of liquid gush out of her at my renewed
intensity.  It seemed that she really responded to the dominant
approach and I filed that away for future use.  A glance at the
hardwood floors revealed several large spots where her juices had
actually dripped out like water after a shower.  Finally she whispered
her answer, face averted in embarrassment.  

   "I was going to ask if you would eat me out after you come in me,
like you do for Kelly."

   "Is that why you came just then?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

   She nodded.  "It turned me on so much..."

   I pretended to think about it for a moment, then abruptly pulled my
cock from her and spun her around to face the wall, pressing her
firmly against it again and spreading her legs with my foot.

   "Not this time," I whispered in her ear.  "I have other plans for
you tonight."  In truth, I hadn't made any particular plans in
advance, but as things were going I was getting some very naughty
ideas.  I decided to take advantage of her submission and incredible
wetness.  I rubbed a hand through her gash to coat it in her moist
emissions and smeared them liberally about her asshole.  She moaned
quietly as she realized my intentions.

   "You like it in the ass, don't you?" I asked, pulling at her clit
ring to drive her wild.  She nodded mutely, her face hidden by her
hair.  "I haven't fucked Kelly up the butt in a couple of months," I
continued conversationally, "Although I put a toy up there pretty
often."  I placed the head of my dick at Melissa's anal ring and
pushed slowly forward.

   She groaned as I slipped into her ass, aided by the slickness of
her pussy juices.  I took my time so that I wouldn't hurt her - my
dominant streak only went so deep - and enjoyed the feeling of her
steaming rectum as I entered her inch by inch.  When I finally felt
her flesh against my groin I stopped and gave her several seconds to
adjust.  Then I began a slow, leisurely fucking.  Her ass was
incredibly tight and it was obvious she hadn't done this often.  I
knew from the pleasure I was feeling that this wouldn't be a long
fuck, but I wanted her to get off very hard from it, so I decided to
make a few more 'suggestions'.

   "Melissa, take your right hand and rub your clit," I said quietly.
She instantly did so, sighing with pleasure.  It turned me on to see
her face pressed into the wall while she touched herself.  I reached
around and pulled the bra cups from her tits so that I could play with
her sexy pierced nipples.

   "Now, put two fingers up your pussy," I told her.  She did that
quickly also, and I could feel them moving inside of her through the
thin membrane between her ass and her cunt.  The feeling drove me
wild, as always.  One of my top fantasies with my wife was double
penetrating her, sandwiching her with another man, and we often used a
dildo inside of her to simulate it.  Now I told Melissa to add another
finger.  She moaned and slowly pushed her ring finger in alongside her
index and middle finger.  I felt my balls tensing up and knew my
orgasm was close.  I fucked her for a few more seconds, and then it
was time.

   "Melissa," I said, grunting by now, "Put your fourth finger in
now."

   "I can't," she cried in tense pleasure/pain.

   "Do it," I pressed her.  I felt her pinkie move against her clit
and slip around aimlessly as she tried to get it into that overfilled
cavity.  Our orgasms were moments away and would not be delayed, so I
hurriedly slid my hand down on top of hers.  I took her last finger
into my hand and pushed it hard against her slit, and felt it slide
home.  Instantly Melissa began screaming incoherently as she climaxed.
The tightness of her entire crotch left me stunned and my own orgasm
followed, as I filled her bowels with jet after jet of hot come.

   We kissed and held each other for several minutes in her bed
afterward, and then I went to sleep in my own bed while she showered
off.  It had been an amazing experience and I was sure Kelly would be
satisfied when I described it to her.

**********

   Very late that same evening, long after I had fallen into a deep
slumber, Kelly quietly arrived home.  She peeked into the bedroom and
confirmed that I was asleep, then walked softly directly into the
bathroom.  She frowned slightly, since there was obviously only one
person occupying our bed, but then smiled as she realized that
regardless of the sleeping arrangements, it was extremely likely that
I had done as she asked.  Demanded, even.  Kelly knew that her
impatience and desire had been obvious on the telephone when she had
last spoken to me, although maybe not obvious to their full extent.

  She hurriedly stripped off all of her clothes and flung them in a
pile on the bathroom floor, and then stepped into the bathtub.  She
pulled the curtain closed behind her and turned on the warm spray.
Swiftly she began to lather herself up with a bar of soap.

   The soft hiss of the shower awoke Melissa, who was really barely
asleep as it was as her small bladder was in need of relief.  She
glanced at the clock - 3:30?  What the hell?  She realized it must
have been Kelly, home very late from the bar and feeling that familiar
after-club grime.  Well, privacy is great, but we're both girls here
and I need to pee, she thought to herself.

   She silently rose and padded to the bathroom door in her bare feet.
Opening it slightly, she called in a low voice, "Kelly, it's Melissa.
Mind if I go to the bathroom real quick?"

   "Go ahead, I'll be another couple of minutes," Kelly assented from
the shower.  Melissa pulled her nightshirt out of the way and plopped
down on the toilet seat.  As she waited for the flow to start, she
groggily stared at the floor with squinted eyes, trying not to let the
bathroom light blind her.  However, just as a warm trickle began to
escape, something on the floor caught her attention and she opened her
eyes more widely.

   She tried to pee quietly as she leaned forward and picked up a dark
article from the floor - Kelly's underwear.  Melissa noticed a creamy
white coating on the crotch of the panties and gasped quietly.
Touching it with one finger, she noted that it was still wet.  Knowing
what she would find, she nevertheless raised her finger to her lips to
taste the salty fluid, and her discovery was confirmed.  She felt a
familiar tingle in her crotch as she suddenly understood exactly why
Kelly was taking a shower in the wee hours of the morning...
   

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