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Subject: {ASSM} {RP} Melissa -- Our Roommate Chap. 10 {Biff Jones} (fict MFMF wife creampie smoking teasing piercings)
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   Melissa -- Our Roommate Chap. 10 (fict MFMF wife creampie smoking
teasing piercings)

    "John, I'd like you to meet Biff and Kelly, my...roommates."
Melissa motioned to each of us in turn and we shook hands with the
man.  It was awkward as it could be, but we were all trying to pretend
otherwise.  This was the first time we had met Melissa's new
boyfriend.  Actually, it was weird for me to even think of it like
that - I didn't mind her having lovers, but a boyfriend meant
emotional involvement and a potential threat to our rather unusual
relationship.  I had grown quite attached to our living and loving
situation over the past several months, and I didn't want to lose
Melissa.

    My wife, Kelly, broke the tension simply by retrieving a good
bottle of Shiraz from our wine rack and asking who wanted a glass.
Three hands went up instantly and her laughter coursed through the
room, easing some of the pressure.

   I tried to imagine how Melissa's conversation with him must have
gone.  Something like, "John, I have these roommates, a married
couple, and the thing is, well - I've been sleeping with them for
months.  Does that work for you?"  No.  My guess is that she hadn't
told him the truth yet.  In fact, Kelly had warned me to be careful of
how I acted and spoke so as not to make things uncomfortable.  As if I
could have done a lot to the relaxed and easy atmosphere we already
were enjoying.

    Putting myself into John's shoes, I had to admit that it must feel
strange to have your girlfriend ask you to join her in a foursome with
her roommates.  Even if she left off the details about the real extent
of our relationship.  The more I thought about it, the more convinced
I was that Melissa had most likely given him the impression that this
was a one-time experiment and that she'd never been with us before.
Maybe she would have told him that she and I had been lovers long ago,
before I was married, but that there had been nothing between us for
years.  Who knew?  I took a big gulp of my wine and tried to stop
speculating.  But then again, I hadn't even known about this guy until
last night myself, so I was adjusting too.

     In fairness, though, the shock must have been a lot worse for
him.  After all, here's this guy who meets a gorgeous blonde, sexy,
fun, intelligent - a real catch in anyone's mind.  She has a good job,
is great with people, and turns into a wildcat in bed, complete with
pierced nipples and clitoral hood.  What more could a guy want?  But
what he doesn't know is that after she leaves his bed, and most other
nights besides, she comes home and sleeps with me.  

    Kelly patted the couch and invited me to sit next to her.  I
noticed that she had opened two bottles of the wine, which was wise
because we had finished more than half of the first bottle already.
She lit a cigarette and leaned back into the cushions, exhaling
towards the ceiling.  I noticed as Melissa followed suit that John got
a displeased expression on his face that he quickly tried to conceal.
Hmm...I thought.  This could be a bit of a problem.  Not that Melissa
smokes heavily, nor does Kelly - in fact, they are more "social
smokers" than anything else, except when it comes to the bedroom: they
know I like watching them and indulge me quite often.  But of course,
a well-satisfied lover is more motivated to reciprocate.

    We made some small talk for about a half an hour, which was enough
time to drain the second bottle of wine and loosen up a little.
During that time I sized John up fairly carefully.  He was a nice
enough guy, and good looking.  I could see why Melissa would be
interested in him.  From what she had told Kelly, he also had a very
large cock.  I caught Kelly glancing at his crotch more than once and
knew she was eager to get her hands on it.  That didn't bother me; in
fact I was rather turned on.  Kelly had fucked several men since
Melissa moved in, and while I didn't know about it until recently, I
was happy that she was enjoying herself and liked having my slutty
wife back in bed with me afterwards.  And I had never yet seen her in
action.

    As far as myself, I hadn't been with any other women except for
Melissa and my wife, at least since I met Kelly almost 7 years ago.  I
suppose they would have been okay with it since they were both getting
around a bit...I say they, because the relationship had definitely
grown to encompass the three of us as a unit, instead of being the
married couple and the outsider.  But the truth is, I didn't really
feel the need to seek out other women.  Between these two, I could
barely keep up as it was.  And they were so amazing about fulfilling,
constantly, any fantasy that aroused me, I didn't see any reason to
seek out other companionship.

    Kelly sipped the last bit of her wine and made eye contact with
John.  Here it comes, I thought.  I'd known that Kelly would end up
being the initiator.

    "So John...Melissa tells me you have a really big dick.  Can I see
it?"

    She didn't beat around the bush at all, I had to admit.  John
seemed a little flabbergasted and looked to Melissa for an indication
of how to proceed.  I knew he would find no protection there; my hot
blonde lover wanted this as badly as Kelly.  Probably even more,
because if it didn't go well, she was going to have to make some hard
decisions.  She smiled sweetly at him, kissed him, and unzipped his
jeans, fishing out a semi-erect cock that showed great promise.
Melissa stroked him slowly to hardness while he blushed furiously.  

    She hadn't exaggerated.  Fully erect, John was more than a handful
- probably about 9" long and rather thick.  I'm not badly endowed
myself, reasonably thick and nearly 8" long.  But I could see that the
women were going to have fun with him tonight.  John was slowly
getting into the swing of things, kissing Melissa back and letting him
work his tool in her soft hands.

    Kelly was already out of her seat and stripping off the skirt she
had been wearing.  She took a puff from her cigarette and lifted one
leg onto the cushion of the loveseat so that her aroused sex was right
in front of him.  Then she put her hands on the back of his head and
pulled his face into her.  "Eat it baby," she whispered to him.  "Eat
my cunt.  Looking at your dick has me all wet in there."

    John hesitated briefly, probably afraid of Melissa's reaction, but
Kelly didn't give him any time to think about it.  She simply pressed
her moist nether lips into his mouth and ground her clit on his nose
until he started licking.

    Meanwhile, Melissa had bounded from her seat to assume a similar
position in front of me.  However, on my end there was no hesitation.
I love the exquisite flavor of her smoothly shaven twat, and her
unusually abundant juices give me plenty to enjoy.  Tonight she was
actually dripping wet, with little rivers of clear liquid slipping out
of her dark recesses to track down her inner thighs.  I kissed her
pussy and sucked her clit ring into my mouth, tugging gently with my
teeth until the flesh of her clitoral hood was stretched taut.
Melissa moaned loudly.

    I continued to lick and kiss her eagerly, pressing one finger into
her asshole and two into her eager cunt.  Her cries and her scent
filled the room and before long she experienced her first orgasm of
the night.  Unlike Kelly who has one big climax and that's it, Melissa
is very multi-orgasmic and can go off like a string of firecrackers if
you touch her right.

    I hazarded a glance towards the loveseat to see what was happening
there.  Kelly must have grown impatient because she was already riding
that thick piece of meat, groaning loudly.  John had pulled her top
off and was squeezing her large breasts and playing with the gold
rings in her nipples.  I figured that he liked her tits a lot, since
they're noticeably bigger than Melissa's.  They seemed to be having a
good time, so I pulled Melissa down and sat her on my cock as well.
She rode me reverse cowgirl so that she could watch them as well, and
the position forced her to keep her legs tightly clenched, which
increased the pressure inside her vagina.  It was wonderful.

    I could hear John talking, partly to himself and partly to Kelly.

    "I've never...never done anything like this before...Never fucked
a married woman...never...swapped...partners..."

    Kelly kissed him, her tongue slithering through his lips to meet
his.  "It's easy, isn't it?  Married women make great lovers," she
teased him.  "And so do married men, don't they Melissa?" she called
over her shoulder.

    Melissa had her eyes crunched up in climactic intensity, but she
groaned out a complete agreement.  "Fuck yes," she whispered, "I
always come so hard with yours."

    I think Melissa was so far gone that she didn't know what she had
said, but I saw John twitch suddenly.  Kelly pushed him firmly against
the loveseat and kissed him harder, urging him to come inside of her,
and he rapidly did so, tensing up and emptying his balls inside my
wife.  I sensed that it was time to let myself go as well and filled
Melissa with my cream as I had done so often before.

    In my post-orgasmic haze, I was vaguely aware of Melissa and John
cleaning up and heading out the door.  Suddenly my wife was standing
before me, smoking and rubbing her nipple rings.  "I didn't come yet,
you know."

    I smiled, knowing she had planned this.  John's come was dripping
from her puffy red pussy.  She lay backwards across the coffee table
and spread her legs, beckoning me to her.  As I ate Kelly out, she
started telling me in great detail of how what I had seen John doing
inside her had felt.  I grew hard enough to fuck her again for a few
minutes and add my own load to the sloppy ooze inside of her, then
went back down and finished her off orally.  We tumbled into the
bedroom to sleep.

***********

    It didn't surprise me so much when Melissa came to bed late that
night and told us that she and John weren't going to see each other
anymore.  Even without Kelly and I in the picture, I sensed that there
were some disconnects there, such as Melissa's smoking.  She said that
he felt bad and wanted her to reassure Kelly that he had enjoyed
fucking her.  But he had realized there was a lot to our triangular
relationship that Melissa hadn't told him, and when she finally laid
it out for him, he didn't react well.  

    "He asked me if I was willing to stop, all of it.  Even being with
Kelly.  He said he wasn't willing to share me with anyone else, and
implied that if we were going to stay together, I had to move out from
your condo."

    "And?" I prompted her gently.

    "And I said I wasn't willing to do that.  Any of it.  I love you
and don't ever want to give you up.  Why keep dating when I've found
the perfect guy already?" she laughed.

    I felt her hands stroking my dick to hardness.  Beside us in bed,
Kelly was rubbing Melissa's shoulders and encouraging her.

    "So does this mean you're not going to fuck other guys?" I asked
her teasingly.

    "Hell no!" she retorted.  "Your wife gets to fuck other guys, I'm
certainly not going to stop!  But," she continued more softly, "I'm
not going to let them come between us.  That's just for fun.  Plus, we
all know you like having me come to bed after I've let another guy
have me."  She rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her so
that I slid directly into her waiting pussy.  Kelly took turns kissing
each of us and touching our bodies as we fucked.  

**********

    Not long after the foursome incident, I came home one Friday
afternoon to find both of my women sitting silently in front of the
television.  Now, when it comes to conversation, I often struggle to
get a word in edgewise with either one of them, much less when they
are together, so I was nervous about the lack of chatter for a moment.
Then, they smiled at me and showed me their swollen tongues - they had
gone out after work and gotten their tongues pierced together.  I felt
my loins stir, but they both smiled somewhat weakly and I knew they
weren't up for any playing today.  Oh well...There weren't too many
times that I didn't have all the sexual attention I could handle, so I
had nothing to complain about.  And in a couple of weeks, oral sex
would become even more fabulous!

***********

    Our story goes on beyond this, of course, and there are many other
tales I could tell about our passionate lovemaking: the times we've
had a second guy in and double-penetrated one or both of my
wives...the incredible pierced-tongue blowjobs I get...the fabulous
vacations we've taken (having three great incomes in a family gives
you a lot of opportunities!) and our sexual exploits on them...the
birthday where the ladies set me up with a sexy black friend of theirs
since I had never experienced interracial sex.  But I think I'll
conclude with something simpler that perhaps best encapsulates the
relationship we have now.

    Late in the winter of that first year together, after their
tongues had healed and even our in-home fun couldn't lift the
dreariness of the bitter cold weather, we took a two-week vacation to
St. Martin in the Caribbean.  On the second day there, we wandered
into one of the many jewelry shops in the Dutch capital, Phillipsburg.
There, the three of us found and purchased a beautiful diamond ring
that now sits on Melissa's left hand.  It isn't the same style as the
one on Kelly's, but then again, they are different women.  I myself
got a ring that went on my right hand since I was already wearing my
wedding ring on my left.

    When we got home, Melissa legally changed her name, and we settled
in to our triangular relationship for good.  It may not be official
from a legal standpoint, but gay couples have made these same types of
understandings for years.  Very close friends know the truth of our
relationship; with others, I have one wife in certain groups, and
another in other groups.

    But before we even left the island for home, we spent long days
relaxing on lounge chairs at the nude Orient Beach, one beautiful
topless women on each side of me, and their hands holding mine.  And
that's how we think of ourselves still: three warm bodies, lying
together in public for all the world to see, and happy.

********** 

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