He licked her clit with savage flicks, like the caresses of a whip, and she moaned and jerked each time he did it. Shooting stars flashed endlessly behind her tightly-closed eyelids and she was thinking. How many women are this lucky? My husband may not wait me, but a dozen other men do. And how many more could there be, all of them waiting out there in the wide, wide world, waiting for her, for Melinda? While Neil kept putting the meat to his hot little Kathy, the blonde teenage hot-ass of 1977? Oh, Christ, fuck Neil… fuck Neil… fuck Neil.
"I'm commmniinnnnggg!!" she screamed into the enclosed bathroom, and her words echoed and resonated all around her.
While her pussy leaked and thrashed and slopped hot cum all over Dave Hammett's gobbling mouth, the mouth of her snatch opening and closing like a Venus fly-trap. While her legs clenched at his face, the muscles in them contracting and expanding just like the contracting expending muscles inside her pussy Dave fought himself free and ac became aware his eyes were on her. A strange gleam shone in them, agleam of lust aroused, not to be denied. He was up, onto his knees beside her, and his fingers fumbled with his zipper. Melinda reached to help him, but her fingers were numb. They could barely feel the texture of his trousers' cloth. When his cock shot out, into the open, it was all by his own doing. She could only lie on her back, drooling, licking her lips, and mumbling "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me…"
He gave it to her, leaning in, forcing his cock down, toward her fish-gulping mouth. Melinda opened and he slid inside, and then she closed her lips around him, sucking for all she was worth.
The angle was bad, and she couldn't take him quite so deeply as she'd taken Charlie last night, but she could suck him far enough to let him know that he was being eaten alive by the hungriest female mouth that had ever entrapped his throbbing pecker. Her tongue raced around the shaft, and saliva flowed in her, as thickly as his cum would flow – soon, God, make it soon!
She was a good cocksucker; she knew it. She'd always been a good cocksucker. Once Neil had told her that he didn't know which hole he preferred fucking her in the mouth or the cunt. And she didn't know, either. She loved to take it both places. Loved the feel of cum seeping from her crack, loved just as much the taste of it, all thick and heavy and clotted on her tongue. But she'd never been so hot as she had been these last twenty-four hours. It was just about this time yesterday that she'd gone to the detective's office to learn what Dave Hammett had turned up on her husband's activities. And since then? God, since ten!!!
"Suck me, honey," he cooed, guiding her head on him. He wanted to fuck her deeply, but the angle simply didn't permit it. Melinda groaned, trying to fight anatomy. She opened her throat, just as she'd learned to do last night, and she strove to pull him in. For the briefest moment she felt him there, the narrow tapering point of his dick slipping into her throat, but it was gone almost as soon and she was sucking desperately in the effort to pull it back, where she wanted it, where he so clearly longed to be.
And then it gushed, the tip of his prick splitting wide open and a river of hot thick gravy pouring into her mouth. She gurgled as the stuff filled her oral cavity, dripping from her lips, running down her throat too. It was the first time she'd tasted him, but he was worth the wait. Not at all like any of the other men she'd blown to orgasm. Not like Charlie, not like Neil… "Drink my cum!!" he was shouting, echoes ringing off the bathroom walls, and the echoes reverberated on Melinda's eardrums, hammering inside her, throbbing in time with the agitated pulsation of his pecker in her mouth. She sucked and sucked and sucked, till the river of his cum was drained and she was a sticky mess from the sucking and the spill out. But, ah, God, if being a sticky mess all the time!
Dave's limp dick slithered like a crawling snake from her mouth, dragging a trail of viscous sperm down her chin. She kissed his dick as it retreated, and she cuddled it in her hand as he sank down beside her, kissing the wetness from her sperm glossed lips. "That was good," she told him solemnly. "But now I have to take my bath." Melinda sidled past him, and she turned on the hot water. Steam began to arise from the tub as it filled and a he poured in the bubble bath powder, stirring it round with her hand till a froth of sweet-scented foam congealed.
Melinda stepped into the water, shivering because it was so breathtakingly hot, and she settled down slowly, her ass burning so pleasantly, so absorbingly, as she moved into the hot water. Dave crouched on the floor beside the tub, his eyes devouring her ripe body just as his mouth and cock had already done.
Melinda looked at him, a smug grin curling her lips. "Do you want to know where I was last night, what I did, who I saw?"
"Baby," he said, "I could fuckin' taste where you were and what you did and who you saw. Your snatch smelled like a…"
"A Chinese whorehouse?" Melinda suggested, splashing soap at him. He ducked, but she caught him on the next try. "Well, I went out, and… see, this was after I found out Neil was deserting me for the weekend. And I thought, 'Why the hell do I have to put up with that, with knowing that he's taken that cunt to New York, that he's fucking her at the Plaza, that if they get the chance, they can even look out the window and get the same view of Central Park that we had, on our honeymoon…' oh where was I?"
"Yes! I went out. On the prowl, you might say. The forsaken wife's revenge. So I picked up a couple of guys – not at the same time – and I fucked both of them bowlegged. Counting you, I had three men yesterday. And I could have had five, but the last two I decided against, because it would have hurt the feeling of the boy I was in bed with. Oh, he was such a darling young thing, Dave – I was his first woman. Can you believe that? I popped his cherry. Someday hell be screwing a girl and she'll ask him, 'Oh, Charlie, where did you ever learn to fuck so fantastically?' And he'll look at her with those big sweet eyes of his and say 'A woman named Melinda Stillman showed me the ropes.' Mmmm! I felt like the heroine of a sentimental sex movie!"
Dave stood up. "Christ," he said, "and to think that I missed 'Mary Hartman' last night parked out on the curb, while you were prowling round the city fucking everything in pants."
Melinda reached for his hand. "Thank you for being so concerned about me, darling."
"Concerned? I wasn't concerned. I wanted to fuck your ass off, the way we'd banged it in the office. Anyway, Channel 34 runs the whole week's 'Mary Hartman' tonight at midnight, two and a half hours worth. Maybe we can watch it together, catch up on the stow. You know?"
"Mmm-mmmmm," Melinda agreed. "On one condition. Can you rent that videotape camera this weekend?"
"Yeah. In fact, I haven't returned it yet."
"I'd like to make a movie," she said. "Sorta like the one you made, of Neil and Kathy, only remake it, with a new cast. Interested?"
He started to undress. She presumed that was a sign that he was indeed interested. Hmmm. He had a nice body. This was the first time she'd ever seen it. Both times they'd gotten it on together, he'd simply unzipped his pants and hauled out his dong. But the rest of him was attractive too, and she felt her breath coming a little faster as he took off his shorts and stepped into the tub.
"I'm going to show it to Neil," she said. "When he comes home tomorrow, if you'll lend me that playback unit from the office. The tapes, dummy! First the one of him and Kathy. Then the one of me and you."
"I'd better wear a mask," Dave said with a grin. "In case he gets pissed off about somebody fucking his wife. His hot, sexy wife." He had her by the tits now, rubbing soap onto them, rinsing it away, and one of his feet was between her legs, a toe digging gently at the mouth of her pussy. Melinda squirmed about, but the squirming only wedged him between her yielding labia, and it didn't feel bad at all.