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 The candles on the birthday cake glowed in Melinda eyes. But it wasn't the
light that here yes noticed, nor the circle of friends standing around her
in the dark room. It was the number after "Happy" and before "Birthday"
that caught her attention: twenty-nine.
It was actually "29th" to be precise, but the fact remained that it was
simply one more year until thirty.
The entire year had been a difficult one. It wasn't so much the number
thirty that bothered her as it was the sense of sameness in her life. She
was in a rut, and had been for some time. It was the rut of her career
that troubled her, nor the rut of living in the same house for seven years.
It was the rut of her sex life that was gnawing at her happiness.
She had married while still in college. Beautiful all her adult life,
Melinda never lacked suitors, or at least men attempting to seduce her.
She managed to weed through the jerks, the losers, and the assholes to find
her beloved Alan. They had dated for a year before their passions overcame
them and they had sex the first time. Melinda had hoped to wait for
marriage, though most men she encountered assumed that because of her looks
she was sexually adventurous and promiscuous. She hadn't been, and nearly
drove poor Alan to madness in deflecting his constant advances. On their
first anniversary, she decided she would finally concede to making love.
She dressed in sexy silk panties, a short skirt, a tight blouse, and, wore
Alan's favorite perfume. The one she wouldn't wear anymore because it made
him so horny. She had it all planned, and though nervous, excitedly
awaited for the moment to come.
But, before she could tell Alan of her feelings, he had presented her with
an engagement ring. After shouting "Yes!" and "I love you!", Melinda
stepped back from her betrothed, and began unbuttoning her blouse. Alan
had probably hoped his proposal would lead to sex, but his face was lit up
with surprise at the sight of the lacy satin bra that came into view.
Melinda had never worn such suggestive undergarments. He knew something
was up.
When she pulled down her skirt, revealing a matching set of silky red
panties, Alan knew she had been planning to seduce him. The clothes, the
underwear... the perfume! Alan leapt up to her and ripped off the rest of
her clothes. His excitement made him clumsy, and they two of them laughed
and kissed as their joined bodies for the first time.
Sex really hadn't changed much after that...
Melinda blew out the candles on the cake and hugged her husband. Anne, her
best friend, was beaming at her, and opened her arms for a hug herself.
Just three days earlier, they had celebrated Anne's birthday. She was much
more for showmanship than Melinda, and threw a huge party at a rented hall
in celebration of herself. Her husband had actually rented the hall, but
Melinda knew it was done at Anne's prodding. The party had been a great
success, but it was that night that her unrest began. It was the night
that she saw him.
Michael had been a friend of Anne's for years, long before Melinda knew
her. She had never met him before, but had heard his name. Anne had told
her he was good-looking, but came nowhere close to describing just how
gorgeous he truly was. To make matters worse, Alan wasn't there. He was
working. She had no man she could run to, no man to remind herself that
she was taken. Michael had seemed instantly interested in her. She knew
he saw the wedding ring on her finger, but with no husband at her side, he
flirted unabatedly.
Until he had asked her to dance, Melinda downplayed her quickened
heart-beat as a simple attraction. But when she finally agreed to let him
put his arms around her on the dance floor, Melinda's new thoughts were not
so naive. Michael moved with a certain grace, a certain intensity. His
hands moved over hips subtlety, but the feelings they generated were
intense. He wasn't ashamed of brushing against her every few moments, and
Melinda could feel his hardened bulge when he did.
She expected him to proposition her at any moment. With her head swimming,
she wasn't sure how she would react. But before the moment could happen,
Alan showed up. He had gotten off work earlier than expected, and was now
standing at the edge of dance floor, watching her dance with Michael.
Alan was a trusting husband, and he shook Michael's hand when the song
ended. She could see his message in his face. I'm glad you like her, but
she's mine. Stay away. Michael was just as cordial, and his face bore a
message as well. She may be yours, but she wants me...
Melinda felt ashamed. She avoided Michael the rest of the evening, which
seemed to suit Alan just fine. She joined Anne at her table, and started
to relax as the birthday girl laughed and made a drunken fool of herself.
She did notice another man looking at her. A man who was nearly as
attractive as Michael. But he was shy... distant... Melinda assumed he would
have been bolder without Alan at her side.
Three days after her own birthday, Melinda called Anne for lunch. For
three days, she had agonized over her age, over her status and life, and
over her wants. She was twenty-nine, and she had been with only one man.
Just a few days thinking about Michael had been enough to arouse
curiosities in her. What else could she experience? What else would it be
like? But she still loved Alan. She wanted to be with him, but simply to
add to her life experience. Maybe... she thought... maybe I can do both.
Melinda didn't confess her thoughts to Anne right away. They made idle
chit-chat at first before Melinda started to turn the conversation to her
needs.
"Anne? How many guys have you been with?
"For sex?"
"Yeah."
"Twelve." She said proudly. Evidently she felt the number was high enough
to prove her attractiveness, but not so high that she'd be deemed a slut.
"Were they all pretty much the same?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, during sex, were they all pretty much the same performance-wise?"
"Oh god, no!"
Melinda wasn't thrilled with that answer.
"Were any of them bad?"
"More than half." She said. "Most guys just want to fuck you, and pay no
attention to your own needs."
"And the guys who do pay attention?"
"Ahh... they're the jewels, sweetie. Absolute jewels. Assuming they have
big dicks."
Melinda had not even thought too much about penis-size.
"How big is big?" she asked.
"I like at least eight inches. How about you?"
"Um..."
"Oh yeah, you've only been with Alan, I forgot." She twitched wanting to
ask a follow-up question. She debated over whether it was proper, but
decided that it was ok - they were best friends. "How much has Alan got?'
"About five and three-quarters."
"That's not bad!" But her face was obviously not impressed. Melinda had
always thought it was fine, but her mind was rapidly imagining an
eight-inch cock. And more...
"Anne... I think I'm missing something. Something from my life..."
Anne smiled. "You want to fuck somebody else!"
"Anne!"
"It's alright, sweetie, I've been thinking you needed that for a long
time."
"You have?"
"You're so beautiful, Melinda, but you've only been with one guy. I'm not
trying to knock Alan, but you've been given a gift, and you're not making
full opportunity of it."
"I love Alan."
"I know you do, that's not the point. Most people have sex with a number
of other people before they get married, at least nowadays. They get a
chance to learn what they like, what they want, and who can give it to
them. I know you've always been a bit traditional, but it's gotta be hard
knowing you could seduce any man you wanted but being held back by that
ring."
It hadn't been, until now.
"Let me tell you something, " Anne continued. "These feelings are not
going to go away. You're still young, still beautiful, and men want you.
Now that you've started thinking about it, it's only going to get worse.
Unless..."
"Unless?"
"You fuck somebody. Unless you experiment."
"But I can't do that!"
"Yes you can. And here's how you do it... you get one of your friends, say
me, who happens to know a lot of men. That friend, knowing your history
and what you probably would like to experience, selects one of her known
men for you. I, I mean she, contacts the man and tells him that at an
appointed time and appointed place, all has to do is show up and he'll have
sex with a beautiful woman. In return, he simply has to make sure she has
a wonderful time. No quickies!"
Melinda looked at her friend, stunned.
Anne was determined. "The beauty of this plan is that neither one of you
knows the other one. Neither one of you knows where you live, and after
you fuck you say your goodbyes. It's sex, no strings attached. Now you
could go out and fuck a male friend or a coworker, but that's only going to
complicate things. Let me help you, and you'll get what you want without
anything getting weird."
Melinda smiled. Here she was, about to ask for Michael's phone number
because she thought she was going to start an affair. But Melinda had a
better plan. She could fuck Michael once, and then never see him again.
How perfect.
"I have just the guy in mind for you, sweetie."
Melinda was sure she did.
"I think you saw him at my party last week. A rather hot young man..."
"Yes, I did..."
"..named Paul."
"Paul?" Melinda was confused.
"Paul was at our table. He was the quiet one at the end. Very sexy,
wasn't he?"
He was an attractive man, but not the one she intended.
"What about Michael?"
"Michael? Oh yes, he would be perfect, too." She nodded. "But he want
back to Chicago."
"Oh..." Melinda's heart sank.
"But don't worry, Paul is a complete stud. I spoke with him after the
party, asking him if there were any girls there he liked. He mentioned
you, and how he'd totally love to fuck you. And..." she said, eyes widening.
"he has a ten inch cock."
Melinda smiled. "How do you know that?" Anne simply smiled back.
"He was very cute, very attractive." Melinda said, starting to warm up to
the idea. She had wanted Michael, but the thought of a ten inch cock was
piquing her curiosity.
"Then let me make a phone call."
Melinda thought about it. About Alan, about Michael. About what she
wanted. She simply wanted to know what else there was to feel, what else
there was to experience. Wouldn't Paul be able to give her that just as
much as Michael?
"Ok." She said. "Make the call."
Melinda looked at herself in the mirror. She analyzed every part if her
image, trying to determine if she was "done." She hadn't paid this much
attention to her appearance with Alan in years. She knew what he liked,
and would prepare her makeup in accordance with those likes. She would
wear the bras that he liked, the panties, and the dresses. She knew that
miniskirts inspired him to take her from behind and that she got longer
foreplay by wearing shiny underwear.
There was no challenge in it. No excitement. God, she loved Alan, but she
hadn't had the trembling in her hands since before they were married. And
now, she questioned everything. Did Paul like lace or satin bras? did he
prefer her to go pantiless? Did he like skirts, dresses, or jeans? All
she knew is that he wanted to fuck her. But she wanted to see awe on his
face. She wanted to see knee-weakening lust so that she could experience
his greatest sexual energy.
She thought about the night of the party, wondering if she go with a
strategy that highlighted the features she displayed that night. Cleavage
was always in, so she undid a button her blouse. What the hell, she
thought, and undid a second. She felt a rush of excitement between her
legs as she decided to undo a third. A hint of bra was now visible, and
she smiled at the image in the mirror. He would like her breasts, of that
she was certain.
But what about the rest? Jeans or a skirt? Her legs had not really been
on display at the party with the length of her gown, but she reasoned a
little thigh couldn't hurt. She ran back to the closet. Now, to determine
which skirt was the sexiest, without being slutty.
A pang of guilt hit her as she flipped through the skirts Alan had bought
for her. He loved to dress her in the style of clothes that aroused him.
Some of the skirts were too short for public wearing -- at least, that she
would be comfortable wearing in public. Maybe one of those would be just
right.
She couldn't explain it, but the higher the guilt factor the higher the
arousal factor became. She settled on the shiny black skirt Alan had
purchased for her about six months before. When standing, it barely
covered her pussy. When sitting, she was on display if not careful.
Now, about nylons... Alan loved thigh-highs, and a pair of black ones
would tone-down the skin without damaging the sexiness of the outfit. She
slid them on.
Melinda went back to the mirror, gazing at her nearly finished work. She
looked good, but not all that different. This was really nothing unusual
from what Alan had liked to dress her in. The skirt was something she
wouldn't have normally worn in public, but still...
Melinda unbuttoned her blouse. She had decided on her final touch. She
slipped the bra off her body and returned it to the drawer. She reached
for her underwear drawer and pulled out a lacy, red bra much like the one
she wore the night Alan proposed. She knew the lace was too much to
actually wear under a bra - it's patterns would be quite visible, but she
pulled the blouse back on anyway. Again, she wasn't really going out in
public. She found the matching red panties and declared herself 'done.'
Well, about to be 'done,' anyway. Alan would have killed to see her out in
public with this look. But instead it would be Paul.
An excitement filled Melinda's body as she drove to the motel that she
didn't think she had ever before experienced. She felt adventurous, alive,
and even a little naughty. She washed away the guilt of her coming actions
by convincing herself that expanding her experiences would lead to better
sexual encounters with Alan. He, too, would reap the rewards, but he'd
never learn of the source of Melinda's new found abilities. A ten inch
cock... Melinda kept trying to picture it in her mind. No matter what Alan
tried with her, he could never give her a cock that big. Not a real,
man-shaft cock anyway. If for no other reason, she was going to fuck Paul
for that.
Melinda arrived the motel first. Anne had made the reservation, and even
gotten a room number. That was important, so both Melinda and Paul could
get to their destination. Melinda felt as if she were flying as she drove
to her room, got out of the car, and sauntered to the door. Her coat had
concealed her lacy, visible bra from the clerk, but her short skirt made
her now feel almost like a prostitute. If Paul thought so, that would be
find with her.
Melinda checked out the room. It was pretty standard. A king-size bed, a
small bathroom with a shower. She took the sight of it in. She wanted to
remember the details of her first non-Alan fuck. She took off her coat,
then realized she had forgotten the champagne she had brought. She went
back outside, not caring that anyone nearby could see her sexy state of
dress. She was glad she brought something alcoholic. Her hands were
trembling as she poured the glass. She wanted to be relaxed for the
experience, and not ruin it by being too tense. She downed a second glass
before she heard a knock at the door. She stood up, straightened her skirt
and blouse, and opened the door. Paul was waiting.
"Hi." Melinda greeted him as he entered the room.
"Hi." he said nervously. She wondered if he was concerned about the whole
setup being called off, that maybe he thought he'd get here only to have
her change her mind. She hoped her outfit would indicate she was serious
-- she planned to fuck him.
His eyes looked her up and down, but he didn't' say anything. She noticed
his hands trembled as he took off his coat and put it on a hanger. she had
expected to be complimented on her appearance, but he didn't do so. His
eyes did glance her up and down, but he only smiled nervously as he
finished hanging up his coat. Then he simply stood, clearly waiting for
her to make the next move.
Unfortunately, she wasn't prepared for that. She had figured Paul was a
fairly aggressive sexual predator, and that upon arriving he would be
extremely seductive and charming. She had expected to be attacked. She
poured him a glass of champagne, and noticed her own hands were now steady
as she handed him the drink. He took it, and thanked her.
"Did you find the place ok?" Melinda asked.
"Yeah, not problems." He sipped lightly at his beverage.
"You look nice." she said.
"Thanks. So-so do you."
"Thanks." she had expected "hot", "sexy", or even "incredible." the bulge
in his pants indicated he was sexually aroused, but his actions were like
that of a virgin boy, unsure of how to initiate the act of.
"Why don't we sit down?" she suggested after an awkward silence.
"Sure. Sure..."
They sat on the bed. Melinda intentionally left her legs apart as she
adjusted herself. Paul, sitting at the end of the bed saw her panties.
She was sure he did.
She was beginning to understand his single status. He was good-looking,
but possibly lacked confidence. His eyes gave away more intent than his
actions. They had at the party, and they were now as they locked on her
region between her legs.
"So, Anne says you're a engineer."
"Yeah. What do you do?"
"Well, I had planned to go to law school, before I met my husband. But he
didn't want me away from home so much. So I kind of fell into an HR job."
Paul seemed to become even more uneasy at the mention of her husband.
"Have you ever been married?" Melinda asked him.
"Um, no..." his answer didn't surprise her.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
"No, no." again, she wasn't surprised at this point. "If I did, I wouldn't
be here. I wouldn't, I mean, I..."
"Wouldn't cheat?"
Paul caught his breath. "Um, I don't know."
"Do you think I'm a bad person for being here with you? Honestly..."
"I'm glad you're here with me."
"That's not what I asked."
He was calculating a response. Offend her, and he might not get to fuck
her. Lie, and that might offend. her. Melinda decided to ease his
suffering.
"It's ok, whatever you say.."
"I just know... I just know it would devastate me if you were my wife and
you were here with someone else."
Melinda smiled. "Thank you, Paul. That's sweet. I really hope you don't
think I'm a bad person. I love my husband very much, it's just that he's
the only man I've ever been with. I have wanted to know for some time what
it would be like to be with someone else. And I'm not getting any
younger..."
"Oh, you are still beautiful!"
Melinda laughed a little. "Thank you again, Paul, but I'm not THAT old! I
just meant that that this sort of exploration is better to do while your
young, so you can find yourself."
"I'm sorry! That's not what I meant. I mean, you don't look old, I just
wanted to make sure you didn't think you did. I think you're going to be
beautiful a long time. Forever..."
"Why don't you come up here?" she asked, patting the area of bed beside
her. Paul moved as instructed. Melinda slipped her hand holding her glass
of champagne inside his. Together, they sipped from their glassed.
Melinda leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She could feel his
body tense.
"Don't be so nervous." she said softly She kept her face close to his.
Still he didn't act. She was smiling, but inside her frustration was
growing.
"How do you think I'm beautiful?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"What about me do you think is beautiful?"
"Well, your face."
Melinda took his hand and pressed it against her face. She looked at his
as she glided it over her lips and cheeks.
"What else?" she asked.
"Your eyes"
She smiled, holding his hand in hers and gazed strongly at him. "What
else?'
He looked down. "Your hands."
Melinda shook his hands and rolled her eyes. "What else!??" she said with
some exasperation.
Paul looked squarely at her chest, then down to her legs.
"Your body..." he whispered.
"Better she said." she said she moved his hand towards her, then stopped.
"What part of my body?"
Paul's eyes had moved back up. they seemed to gravitate towards the
somewhat-open blouse, the ample cleavage, the pattern of lace, and the
protrusion of the nipples through the silk.
"Your breasts."
Melinda took his hand and brought it against her left breast. She pressed
it firmly into her, making certain the lace and nipple would poke into the
palm of his hand. She took her hand away, and he continued to rub
slightly. Melinda undid the remaining buttons on her blouse. The right
portion gave way and exposed her bra.
Paul stared adoringly at the beautiful sight of her breasts in the red
lace. His face evoked memories of Alan, the night he had proposed.
"What else?" she prompted.
"Your nipples"
Melinda smiled, and set her glass down on the nightstand. Using both
hands, she undid the clasp of the bra, baring her breasts to the wide-eyed
Paul. She sat up, and turned to face Paul squarely. She opened her blouse
the rest of the way and proudly displayed her breasts. she took both his
hands and brought them to her nipples as her bra dangled loosely at her
sides.
Melinda finally felt the flush of arousal by contact sweep through her.
Immediately she noticed the difference in Paul's touch versus her husbands.
Paul's eyes were glazing over. He was clearly beginning to enjoy himself.
"What else?" Melinda asked again after a minute had passed.
"Your ass..."
Melinda smiled, and adjusted her position again. She laid on her stomach
perpendicular to Paul. She couldn't mange his hands in this position, but
he followed the procedure. He moved both his hands to her and squeezed.
His touch was much more aggressive than before, and he soon began a variety
of massaging motions. Melinda could feel her skirt lift up as he push the
palms of his hands into the flesh but decided not to encourage him to go
under the skirt. She wanted to wait and let him surprise her.
Instead he stopped after a minute. His enjoyment in rubbing her ass had
led her to believe that he was losing his shyness. But perhaps not.
Melinda turned on her side, facing him.
"Are you ok?" she asked.
"Yes, yeah. I just, well, I just feel bad."
"Why?"
"Because you're married."
"I see. Does that turn you off?"
"No, it just makes me sad. I like you, I really like you, but I keep
thinking of how I would feel if you were cheating on me."
"Paul, first of all I will never be cheating on you. This is a one-time
thing. I am cheating on my husband, and believe me, it ahs been very hard
to do this. But I am ok with my decision, and so it shouldn't bother you.
I asked about you because I was attracted to you, and Anne said you were
attracted to me. I think here exact words were, 'he said he would totally
love to fuck you.' Is that true?"
"Yes."
Melinda smiled. "Then don't be nervous. This is my decision, and I want
to be glad I made it. Only you can make that happen, Paul."
"You are so beautiful. So incredibly beautiful..."
His eyes were again focused on her breasts.
"Well, I know you like my face, Paul. And my eyes." he nodded. "Any my
tits?" he nodded. And my ass..."
"I love your ass..."
"What else do you like Paul?"
Her left hand was dangling over her side, near her waist. her fingers
moved, almost as if pointing downward.'
"Your pussy..."
Melinda took his hand, spread open his fingers, and brought it against the
red silk.
Paul's hand quickly broke free from hers and began massaging her cunt up
and down through the panties. Melinda took a deep breath and her eyes
fluttered. His touch was forceful.
"God, I love your pussy!" he massaged harder.
"Oh yes, Paul! Oh yes. I want you to fuck my pussy!" Melinda's hands
moved to her breasts. She pinched at her nipples, awaiting the attention
from a new man.
"Can I take your panties off?" Paul asked.
"Yes, Paul! Do whatever you want!"
Paul pulled at the silk. Melinda shifted her body, allowing the panties to
be removed. Paul then pulled on her skirt, but it barely moved. She
sighed, lifted up, and undid the zipper in the back. Paul slide the skirt
down her legs. Finally, she lad squarely on her back, awaiting the
attentions of Paul's lustful body on her.
Paul started working his pants, and in a moment was naked from the waist
down. Melinda looked at his cock, and was not disappointed. He appeared
to be every inch of the ten Anne had promised her. Alan had always seemed
to satisfy her with his nearly-six, but she knew she wanted to experience
an over-sized cock. She was moments away from that experience.
Paul fell on her and spent a moment adjusting his body so he could align
his penis with her cunt. He then thrust inside.
Melinda moaned, but was taken off guard. She had expected him to fondle
her breasts, to lick her legs, to eat her pussy. Anything before actually
fucking her.
Paul began screaming "Oh God" and thrusting hard. Melinda winced as he
tried to force his size inside her. He was too big. She couldn't take all
of him... but as the thrusting continued she felt her cunt lube and take
more of him that she expected. She felt his cock penetrate and make
contact with areas in her pussy she hadn't experienced before. She cried
out.
Her thoughts turned to what she was doing. She was fucking another man.
More like it, another man was fucking her. She had allowed, even sought
out, sex with a stranger. The feeling was incredible, but she couldn't
stop thinking about Alan.
She wrapped her legs around Paul, noting that angle was different due to
his different build. And despite the new feelings his enormous cock was
giving her, overall she felt less aroused than she was with Alan.
Somehow she had expected sex with another man to be better, more
fulfilling. She had expected to sense things, to have things done to her,
that she never had with Alan. Aside from the huge cock gorging inside her.
That cock! God, it did feel good. Paul had probably gotten use to being
able to get by with his cock alone. Women probably rated him a fine lover
even without much foreplay simply because of his immense dick. She looked
down as his body lifted, marveling at how much of the shat she was taking
inside her. It was painful, as she was sure he was ripping her apart, but
it was also incredibly pleasuring. She wanted to fuck him for hours... to
let herself get used to something that size. She wanted to orgasm again
and again from the feeling of that enormous cock.
Instead, she was now feeling the gush of semen that ejaculated from Paul's
it. It shot inside her as Paul moaned and humped hard. He hadn't even
taken off his shirt.
Paul rolled off to the side panting heavily. Melinda lay on her back,
trying to sort out the emotions and sensations of the fucking. She was now
an adulterer, a cheater. A wife who fucked another man. But, though she
relished the sensations swirling in her pussy from that wonderful 10
inches, a definite though was forming in her mind.
Paul had been a big disappointment.
She began to wonder what it would mean if Alan was the best lover she would
ever have. Because she had no comparison before this, she would never know
if there was more to experience. Paul had fucked her, and given her his
full-size manhood, but he lacked either the knowledge or confidence to give
her the true experience she had hoped. for.
She got up from the bed and suddenly felt uncomfortable with her nakedness.
Paul was looking at her, jacking off his semi-limp cock. He had a changed
look on him, actually more lustful now than when they had first entered the
room.
"I want to fuck you again." he said.
"I have to go."
"Please, I want to do it again. You're so fucking hot!"
"It was just for one time, remember. I need to go."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes, it felt really good."
"Did you like my big cock?"
"It felt, great Paul. it really did." she quickly threw on her blouse.
Paul grabbed for her and nearly pulled her to the bed, but Melinda spun
away. She grabbed her skirt and headed for the bathroom. She realized
Paul might not let her leave if she did that, so she simply grabbed a towel
from the rack and headed for the door.
Paul realized she was leaving and scrambled to get up. Melinda opened the
door and wedged herself in the doorway as she quickly pulled the towel
around her waist.
"Wait, Melinda, wait!"
"Good by, Paul. Thank you. I had a good time." With that, she closed the
door and headed for the car, her blouse was unbuttoned and the towel fell
as she opened the car, but she didn't look to see if anyone noticed.
Quickly, she started the car and sped away, her hand covering her naked
pussy.
She had done it. Melinda kept replaying the days events again and again in
her mind as she sped home. When she parked the car in the driveway, she
thrust her fingers deep inside her cunt. Paul hadn't even made her cum,
but lust in her body remained. She worked her clitoris, plunged her
fingers inside, and thought about Paul's ten inches. As good as that felt,
and as pitiful in comparison her fingers were to that cock, Melinda was
unable to orgasm from the thoughts. But they need persisted, so she
changed.
Alan... ten inches... fucking a stranger... red panties... her pussy being licked...
her breasts being sucked... her body being ravaged...
...Michael...
Melinda's cunt exploded. He orgasm spread over her body, forcing a loud
moan from her lips. Her muscles locked as the pulsing sexual climax lit up
between her legs. She pictured him in her mind and remembered his touch
and mystery as she came.
She pulled the car into the garage and walked rapidly inside. Her blouse
still hung open, her hips and vagina naked to the world. She walked
directly to phone and dialed Anne's number.
"How was it?" Anne asked excitedly.
"I want Michael's number in Chicago."
"I don't understand? Didn't you like Paul? Didn't that huge dick of his
give you what you were looking for?
"I want Michael's number..."
"Honey, I can't... he's too wild for you..."
"I want Michael's number in Chicago."
"Sweetie, you can't do it again. One time. You decided. Just to try
something new..."
"I want the number..."
Anne sighed, fearing she might have started something she didn't intend to.
"Michael doesn't live in Chicago." She said. "He lives just a few blocks
away from me."
"Give me the number." Melinda insisted. "I want him."
TO BE CONTINUED
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