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Subject: {ASSM} {RP} Melissa -- Our Roommate Chap. 9 {Biff Jones} (fict MFF wife cheat smoking teasing piercings)
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   Melissa -- Our Roommate Chap. 9 (fict MFF wife cheat smoking
teasing piercings)

    "How long has this been going on?" I asked quietly.  The three of
us, my wife Kelly, my lover Melissa, and I, sat around our dining room
table with large latte cups of coffee steaming before us.  Melissa
looked away, taking a long drag from her cigarette and exhaling a blue
stream of smoke as Kelly crushed hers out and reached for another.

    There was silence for some time.  Finally, Kelly responded softly.
"Months, I guess."  The mood in the room was a bit somber.  No, that's
not quite it - calm is more accurate, I suppose.

    "Since the night at the bar when you kissed those guys and let one
of them finger you?"

    Kelly nodded, started to protest that she hadn't "let" anyone -
but stopped.  "I didn't tell you everything that happened that night."

    I knew that, and in fact had known it almost from that night on.
But I had never really been sure just how far things had gone.  I
didn't believe that she had actually fucked one of them at that point,
but then again she had been cheating on me now for months.  Even as I
thought that, though, I had trouble looking at it as cheating.  We had
fantasized many times about me discovering her secret lover, or
bringing a man into our bed to fuck her.  And for months now, I had
been making love to her friend, kissing her, touching her...developing
feelings for her.  I waited quietly for her to continue.

    "Well, I didn't fuck them.  I think you know that."  She looked me
in the eyes, then glanced down.  "But I sucked them both off.  I don't
know what came over me, but I was so turned on, and they were so cute,
and I just wanted to get them off."

    "So no one came in his pants when you touched him then?" I
clarified.

    Melissa giggled and soon Kelly started to as well.  "Um..well -
actually, one guy did, but that was someone entirely different.  He
walked into the bathroom right as Melissa and I were finishing blowing
our second guys, well, her third, and anyway he made some remark.
Just to be a bitch, I walked over to him and snowballed him with a
mouthful of the guy's come and grabbed his crotch.  The little
smartass came in his underwear on the spot.  Probably a virgin that
thought he was hot shit."

    Even I had to laugh as my wife described it.  I knew she had a
teasing streak a mile wide because she used it on me all the time, but
this was even a little cruel.  Definitely funny though.

    "So you want to hear about the sex?" Kelly asked, blowing out a
stream of smoke.  I nodded, and Melissa smiled and slid down
underneath the table before me.  I felt her pull my cock free through
the opening in my boxers; it was hard, of course.  She slowly took me
into her mouth and sucked me as my wife told her story.

    "The first time was the night you first slept with Melissa.  I had
been getting really horny after several days of not having sex with
you but thinking of the two of you together constantly.  I even
masturbated in the women's room a couple of times at work, once when
there was someone else in the stall next to me.

    "Anyway, one of the guys had kept after me since the night in the
bar.  I hadn't given him my phone number, but he knew my name and
where I worked, so I managed to track me down.  I figured that you
were a little nervous about screwing my friend no matter how much I
encouraged you, so I knew that I needed to stay out of the house for
and evening if there was any chance of you getting together."

    She paused and lit a fresh cigarette, taking a deep drag while I
enjoyed Melissa's lips moving on my dick.  She was taking it slowly;
evidently there was a lot to be told and she didn't want me to come
too quickly.  It was quite sensible, really.  I was much more amenable
to hearing about my wife getting fucked while I was sexually charged
and horny, whereas afterwards it might not be as pleasant.

    "So I agreed to meet him for a drink in a bar downtown.  One
become a few, and since I hadn't had dinner yet, I was getting a
little loose and tipsy.  He offered to buy me dinner, which seemed
like a good idea at that point.  Plus, it was only about 7:00 by that
point, far too early to come home.

    "We were having fun, laughing, eating, and drinking an expensive
bottle of wine.  He invited me to his apartment, which isn't far from
the bar.  I figured, 'why not'.  I mean, I had already made out with
him and sucked his cock, and you knew about...most of that...so it
wasn't like there was so much to be worried about.  And I guess I was
maybe just a tiny bit jealous, knowing that you had to be balls deep
in a certain blonde...

    "So that's how it started.  We went to his apartment, and in about
fifteen minutes flat, I was on my back while he fucked my brains out.
It was great sex, raw, no emotional attachment, just this guy I hardly
knew lying on top of me with his cock inside me.  We fucked twice,
once in the living room on the floor, and once in his bed.  And then I
came home."

    I must have been groaning softly as Kelly told me this, and my
dick was certainly pulsing in Melissa's mouth, so she lifted her head
for a moment to let me cool off and to add her two cents worth.  "I
caught her that same night - found her come soaked panties on the
floor while she showered."

    I must have made an expression of recognition, because she stopped
me cold.  "No, not the ones you found - that came much later.  At
first she didn't want you to know, so she kept pushing me into your
bed.  But then it started to turn her on, teasing you."  She lowered
her pink lips to my cock again and I felt her tongue dancing across
its head.

    I looked to Kelly for confirmation and she nodded, smiling.  Her
robe was parted and I could see her 36C breasts resting on her chest,
pink nipples erect and crowned with small gold loops.  Her hand was
busy somewhere below the edge of the table.

    "Go on," I whispered hoarsely.

    "Well, I fucked him a few times after that, and also his friend -
the other guy from the bar that first night.  Like Melissa said, at
first I felt really badly about it, and I almost confessed right away.
But more and more, I started thinking about all of those fantasies
we've talked out over the years, and how you've always teased that
you'd like to see me fucked by another guy.  But what really did it,
finally, was seeing your reaction the first time Melissa came to fuck
you after she'd had sex with another guy."

    "Really?" I asked.

    "Really.  You got so turned on.  I could see it in your eyes that
you loved being with her after she'd been used by another man.  That
her sloppy seconds turned you on.  I didn't quite get it at first, but
I think you were aroused by the open expression of her sexuality as a
women."  She gazed into my eyes and found agreement in them, then went
on.  "I wanted you to feel that with me too.  I think you wanted that
as well.  So I kept doing it, getting fucked by various men.  At
first, I kept it fairly subtle, because I didn't want you to get it
too quickly.  I started coming home from work late and insisting that
Melissa fuck you because I was tired, although secretly I had been
screwed earlier that night.  

    "Later, I left 'evidence' to see if you would accuse me.  But then
you accepted Melissa's explanation.  I knew you would, I guess, but it
planted more ideas.  And after that were the times I let you fuck me
after I'd been with another man."

    "How many times?" I gasped.  Kelly's story, and Melissa's sucking,
was really getting to me by this point.

    She shrugged.  "Five, six, I'm not sure.  The first couple of
times, I wiped away most of the come so it wouldn't be too obvious.
But the last time, I made sure that I was overflowing before I came
home.  I let two men fuck me and one of them came in me twice, so I
had three loads inside.  That was the night you asked me all the
questions.  I could tell you knew, but weren't ready to say it out
loud."  She put her cigarette between her lips and rubbed her clit
furiously.  "And that brings us up to last night, and we knew when we
went out that I was going to make sure you knew before the night was
over."

    Melissa was sucking furiously on me now, and had been building me
up for almost 15 minutes.  Finally, as Kelly finished her hot story
and plunged her fingers into her vagina, Melissa caressed my balls and
urged me to come in her mouth.  I felt my white sperm pulse into her
mouth with several intense bursts. She moaned around my dick and
swallowed most of it.  Finally she came out from under the table,
pearls of my semen gleaming on her lips.  She leaned over my wife and
kissed her, pushing her come coated tongue into Kelly's mouth, and
pulling on her nipple rings for the first time.  Kelly screamed at the
sudden sensation, and at first I was afraid that it had hurt her, that
it was too soon, but then I heard the words.  She was crying out "yes"
and "Oh God", and her fingers were flashing over her clit as Melissa
tweaked her nipples through Kelly's climax.

    A little later, after we had settled down somewhat, I asked my
last question.  "Are you going to keep doing it?"

    "Tell me the truth," she ordered, "Does it turn you on?"

    I nodded.  Melissa was sitting in my lap, hugging me gently,
touching my chest, my back.  Kissing my neck.

    Kelly didn't need to say anything else then.  I had answered my
own question.

**********

     Time passed.  Weeks grew into months.  Kelly's nipples had healed
beautifully, and there were many nights spent sucking and pulling on
the sexy rings hanging from them.  The summer had faded and winter
taken its place.  Our triangular relationship continued to work well.
In place of the air mattress in the second bedroom, Melissa now had a
proper bed that gave evidence to the permanence that our roommate
situation seemed to have taken on.  Yet it was a piece of furniture
that was more for decoration than anything else.  For Kelly and I too
had a new bed, trading in our queen size for a king that comfortably
slept three most nights of the week.  

    Gone was the awkwardness that had been weighing on me some time
ago when Melissa first started suggesting that there was more to our
relationship than just sex.  We were now comfortable, both alone and
in front of Kelly, in saying "I love you" to each other, and we meant
it.  She was still fucking other guys, of course, although less
rabidly than before, and so was Kelly occasionally.  We were at peace
in our relationship.

**********

    "I don't know what to do Kelly," Melissa confided.  They sat at a
café in the city, talking quietly, surrounded by strangers finishing a
light lunch.  She reached into her purse and withdrew a cigarette,
lighting it with a match from a book labeled in French.

    "I feel like I'm cheating on...well," she paused, laughing, "on
your husband."

    It sounded silly, but she meant it very seriously.  Kelly knew it
and lit a cigarette of her own to mask the amusement on her face.

    "Well, I am, so you might as well be too," Kelly retorted
logically.

    "That's different.  It's just sex, and you know it, and he knows
it.  And he knows I fuck other men too, so that's not the point.  The
point is, for the past two months, it hasn't been 'other men'.  It's
been this one guy."

    Kelly's eyes widened slightly.  "Do you have a boyfriend?" she
teased.

    "Well, until there's a ring on my finger too, I guess that's what
I'd have to call him still," Melissa quipped back as Kelly playfully
kicked at her shins.

    "We've talked about it," Kelly admitted.  Melissa's eyes widened
slightly and her expression softened. 

    "Oh..."

    "But get back to what's going on," Kelly urged her.  "What's the
deal with this other guy?"

    "Well," Melissa began, "He's just a really nice guy that I met a
while ago.  We've been dating, spending time together...  I don't know
- I really like him, a lot!  But I haven't told him about...us."

    Kelly inhaled the smoke from her cigarette, thinking.  "That's
understandable," she offered.  Exhaling, she continued.  "I don't tell
people either.  But then again, I'm not emotionally involved with
anyone that I'm sleeping with.  It's just sex.  They know I'm married
and that it isn't going anywhere.  Any truth be told, I only do it a
couple of times a month anyway.  Between you going down on me and
my...our husband...I don't usually need too much more sex.

    "But it's going to get complicated, you know."  Melissa nodded
morosely.  "He's going to find out sooner or later.  And one of two
things is going to happen.  Either he's going to accept it, or you're
going to have to make a choice." 

    Melissa's eyes filled with tears.  "I know.  I know that's what is
going to happen.  I just don't know what he'll say...and I don't know
what Biff will say either.  What do you think I should do?"

    "What's your boyfriend's name?"

    "John."

    "Why don't you see if John wants to meet us.  Tell him we're
friends.  Tell him we asked you to have a foursome and that you want
to try it.  Hell, tell him that you and I will put on a show for him.
That ought to get him going!  Maybe once the ice is broken, so to
speak, he'll be better prepared to accept our unusual arrangement."
Kelly put out her cigarette and left a bill on the table.  Melissa
nodded uncertainly.

**********

    I didn't know how I'd managed to get so lucky.  There was
something in the air.  Melissa and Kelly had arrived from work
together and both kissed me hello, as usual.  Melissa told me I'd
better make myself comfortable because I was in for a wild evening.
Kelly just smiled mysteriously.

    Forty-five minutes later, Melissa emerged from her room a changed
woman.  Her long blonde hair had been piled seductively on top of her
head.  She wore the darker red lipstick that Kelly tended to favor and
smelled amazing in an elegant perfume.  I noticed immediately that
she'd done a full face of makeup as if we were going out, including
eye shadow and mascara, and she looked amazing.  She wore a tight
black skirt that stretched around her perfect hips and ass, and had
topped it with a spaghetti-strapped blue tank top that barely
contained her braless tits.  Thankfully our condo is quite warm or she
would have frozen in that summery outfit!  On her feet were
impossibly, ridiculously high heels.  5" perhaps?  They were the sort
of shoes that wouldn't last ten seconds outside and are made simply
for the trek to the bedroom, where they would leave the floor as the
feet that wore them locked around a lover's waist.

    She bent over deeply to pick up her cigarettes, giving me a
fabulous view of her cleavage.  "Where's Kelly?" I asked as she lit
one, watching me.

    "In the bedroom, waiting for us.  We'll go in shortly."  Melissa
was putting on her seductive act, driving me wild.  She sat in my lap
and let my hard-on press into her legs.  I could sense her intensity
like a palpable aura in the room as she stared into my eyes,
searching.

    "How much do you love me?" she asked, running her hands through my
hair.

    "Deeply," I responded, surprised by the question.  "I can't really
describe it."

    She smiled sweetly and kissed me with her sexy lips.  "Forever?"

    "Forever," I agreed, letting her smoky tongue play inside my
mouth.  I could feel her smile on my lips and tried to touch her
breast, but she stopped me.

    "Then you would do something for me?" she asked breathlessly.
"Anything?"

    I nodded, not knowing where this was going, only that it was
important to her.

    "Will you have a foursome with me, Kelly, and another man?" she
asked, watching me intently.

    I didn't realize then how complex her feelings were, but I could
tell that this meant something big for her.  I had to admit that it
kind of turned me on as well.  As many times as I had fucked both
Melissa and Kelly after other men had been with them, I had never seen
either of them with another man.  "Yes," I answered simply.  Melissa
took a long drag on her cigarette and kissed me hard, knowing that it
would drive me wild.

    "Let's go see with the other woman in your life is doing," she
suggested.

    Indeed, the 'other woman in my life' had things well in hand by
the time we made it to the bedroom.  Or in two hands, perhaps, since
one was busy working a dildo in each of her pussy and her asshole.
She was hunched up against the headboard gasping, and a light sheen of
perspiration lay across her brow.

    Melissa got onto her hands and knees before Kelly and took hold of
the huge dildo in my wife's pussy.  Twisting it in her hand and
thrusting gently, she looked back at me with her perfectly made up
face.  "Fuck me doggy style while I lick her pussy.  Grind me between
the two of you."

    It's hard to resist a statement like that, and I don't know many
who would try.  I peeled the skirt up over her ass to reveal Melissa's
shaven pussy.  Unlike Kelly, who keeps hers extremely closely cropped
with scissors, Melissa has been shaving her pussy daily for years and
I've yet to see her anything but smooth down below.  Yet I knew well
by now that she was a natural blonde despite the lack of a matching
bush.  Irregardless, her snatch was already dripping and I used my
fingers to spread the dangling string of cunt fluid over her lips
until she was ready for me.  Then, with a slow push, I buried myself
inside my lover as she kissed my wife's pussy.

     We fucked for what seemed hours.  After then initial passionate
thrusts, we settled into a smooth, sustainable rhythm that lasted
forever, while before us, Kelly pulled and twisted her nipple rings
and came over and over as her friend smeared lipstick, saliva, and
vaginal cream all over her crotch.  Melissa came too, once, then
again, over and over.  I held back because I wanted to feel my wife as
well, and finally Melissa came up for air, saying she couldn't handle
any more.  Her face was flushed from the orgasms, and she looked at
the clock.

    "I have to go out for a while," she said with a look of regret.
"I'll be back in a while."  She got up and washed her face, then left
as I was sliding into the familiar recesses of my wife's pussy.  Kelly
kissed me languorously, enjoying our lovemaking.  Her orgasms had
taken the edge off of her need, and I had reached the point where,
after a great deal of fucking, it becomes easy to go on indefinitely
without staving off your orgasm.  I fucked my wife slowly, feeling no
need to rush.  But I was curious about Melissa's somewhat abrupt
departure, and mentioned it to Kelly as she rocked her hips beneath
me.  Her reply numbed me.

    "Melissa has a boyfriend."

**********

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