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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Melissa by Dirty Old Man (jman46554@hotmail.com) *** A college student's friend gets married. His wife isn't the most beautiful woman on Earth, but she is friendly. Very friendly. She likes to kiss her husband's friends hello. Then, for one friend, it becomes more. Much more. Surprise ending. (MF, wife, preg) *** The day I meet Melissa was the day she married Trent. Oh, God, do I wish I had never met her. Here it is, eight months later, and my life is on the shit heap. It's all Melissa's fault. OK, it's all my and Melissa's fault. Nevertheless, my life would not be nearly the mess it has turned into just now if I merely had never met Melissa. Trent was one of the first people I met when I entered Miami University in Ohio. A year ahead of me and my roommate, he showed us around Oxford like he was a native. Almost like a hall dad, he'd show us the campus hangouts, which professors to avoid, the best time to eat in the dorm cafeteria. Trent was one of those over- the-top people who are always at the center of attention. Out-going and gregarious were main personality traits Trent cultivated. He loved to joke. He loved to laugh. We got along famously One thing he never joked about was Melissa. His girlfriend lived with her mother in their hometown of Akron. To listen to him, she was sweet, and beautiful, and patient, and sexy, and wonderful, and great in bed. What he didn't have was a picture. I'd answered his phone in his dorm room once, and it was her on the other end, so I knew she existed, but we never met her until their wedding day, two years later. Let's just say I was underwhelmed. Her big, billowy, frilly, pure snow white wedding gown made it impossible to tell anything about her body. She had breasts; that was obvious. But exactly what size they were was concealed by the large bouquet of flowers she carried. You couldn't even tell if they were the same size! It was her face that was the biggest disappointment. She wasn't ugly. But her narrow face and long nose detracted from his tales of her beauty. The three of us attended Trent's wedding. Trent's former roommate, Dave, met Lou and me on campus, and we drove over to Akron together. Trent put us up in a motel, showed us how to get porn free, showed us where the church was, and left us to our devices. After the ceremony, the happy couple went to Sault Ste. Marie for their honeymoon, Dave, Lou and I went home. We didn't see Trent again until a week after classes started. They had trouble getting out of a lease they didn't realize they had signed in Akron, and they didn't move to Oxford until that was settled. Trent missed the first week of classes. It was another two weeks before he brought Melissa to campus to meet us in person. He'd told her as much about us as he'd told us about her. Lou was in a late lab one Friday afternoon when Trent and Melissa breezed into our dorm room. "Ostermann! Burnett!" he yelled, calling me and Lou in order. I called him into my room, trying to keep him from yelling too much and getting me written up again. "It's just me," I said. "Good! Ostermann! I wanted you to be the first to meet Mrs. Melissa Davenport any way." He put his arm around her and drew her to me. "Honey. Melissa. This is my good, dear friend, Rick Ostermann. If you ever need anything, this is the man to see. He is friendly, smart, kind, loyal. Loyal to the core! Guy doesn't have a dishonest bone in his body. I'd trust this man with my wife. I mean, life." "You make me sound like a dog!" I good-naturedly snapped at him, blushing. "Friendly, smart, loyal! What the hell?" "Oh, quit complaining, Fido," Trent laughed. I knew Melissa was older than Trent. Trent was a year older than me, and he'd told us Melissa was three years older than him. Staring at the waif under his big right arm, I would've believed he was robbing the cradle. She looked closer to 15 than 24. She was tiny. She couldn't have stood more than five feet tall, nor weighed more than 85 pounds. Her face was as I remembered it, and her body! Melissa was wearing a halter top and shorts. I gave her the quick once over, not trying to judge my friend's wife, but still wanting to know what she looked like. Her breasts were on the small side, but they looked proportional to the rest of her tiny body. She had a flat, sexy belly, and short, supple legs. Trent asked her to turn around, which she did slowly, giving me a good look at her body. When she got her back turned to me, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. She had the most fantastic ass I have ever seen. Smooth, well-rounded, just right for grabbing. "Don't just sit there, Ostermann!" he exclaimed. "Get off your ass and give my wife a hug! Make her feel welcome!" As I folded this little pixie-like creature into my arms, I knew what Trent saw in her. She may have been small, but as she melted into my arms, the urge to protect, to nurture, and to care for her surged through me. I looked at Trent, and knew what she saw in him. He stood over 6'4" tall, tipping the scales past 250 pounds. I'm big, too. I weigh 210, firmly packed on to my 6'2" frame. Suddenly, she pulled my face down to her and kissed me on the lips. Her lips were soft, and pliable. I responded by mashing my lips to hers. Trent smiled when she broke the clench, slapped me on the back and said, "There! That didn't hurt, did it?" I quickly slunk back into my chair. "No," I lied. "That didn't hurt a bit." On the contrary, it stung. It stung badly, and I had to get back into my chair, and pull it up close to my desk before either of them noticed my hard-on. It withered in a short time, but it still bothered me. I felt better when Melissa met Lou, and Dave. She kissed each of them, too. I saw Trent often after that. We had a class together, and he and Melissa would hang out with us guys on weekends. Melissa always greeted us with a kiss. But there was something strange. It seemed like she gave the other guys quick pecks on the lips, but me, she dove in and kissed me passionately. I didn't mind. I'd been without a girlfriend since shortly before their wedding. But I did mind. She was married to one of my closest friends. I suddenly began to need to study on Saturday nights, and began hiding out in the library. Then, Saturday night after Halloween, Trent and Melissa arrived before I had a chance to go hide. After a quick hello, Trent scurried to the bathroom. Lou had gone back home for the weekend, so it was just Melissa and me in my room. She looked at me crookedly. "What's the matter, Rick? You act like you don't like me." "No! No! Not at all, Melissa. I've... I've just, er, had to... to study a lot this semester. Damn classes are that tough." She sashayed over to the chair I was sitting in and looked down at me. "You can lie to me, Rick. But you can't lie to Trent. His feelings are hurt. He knows you aren't studying. You're avoiding us. And it's hurting Trent! It's me, isn't it?" I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. How could I tell her that I was avoiding them, but it wasn't because I didn't like her. Quite the contrary, I was avoiding them because I liked her. Very much. I found her desirable. More than desirable. I lusted after her. And I was very uncomfortable lusting after the wife of my supposed friend. The very one who described me as loyal. I felt, on the contrary, entirely unfaithful. Treacherous described perfectly how I felt. She quickly settled on my lap and put her arms around my neck. "I want to make you like me, Rick. Because it's important to Trent that you and I like each other. He is more worried about you liking me than everybody else put together. Trent thinks the world of you, Rick. He talks about you more than the rest of the guys. You're actually like a big brother to him. So let's bury the hatchet. Let's be friends." I was certain she could feel my hard-on. Her ass was nestled up against it. I smiled and nodded. Folding my arms around her, I said, "Let's be friends, Melissa. I'd like it, too." Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulled me to her and kissed me on the lips again. I kept my mouth shut, but I still kissed her with passion, and with feeling. We had just broken apart and stood up with Trent entered my room. She grabbed my hand and cried, "Rick and I friends now, Trent!" That changed our relationship. She still greeted me with a kiss, but she started to kiss me more often. I started kissing her back. I began enjoying it. Then, right after Thanksgiving, I was again alone in my dorm room when she came in alone. "Trent will be right here," she chirped as she walked over to kiss me. Her tongue pierced my lips, and wrestled mine before I knew what was happening. I fought back with mine. "I felt your hand on my butt last week," she cooed before slamming her lips against mine again. It hadn't happened before, but it did then. My hands slid down her small back, and over her gorgeous ass. Without breaking lip contact, I hoisted her up. She clenched her legs around my waist. It was beautiful. If she couldn't feel my erect cock nestled against her, she had no feeling down there. We finally broke apart just before Trent entered my room, explaining that he'd had seen a guy from one of his classes whom he needed to talk to. "Hey, Ostermann! What're you doing for supper?" "I dunno," I said, uncomfortably trying to hide my hard-on from him. Melissa smiled. "Why don't you come out to supper with Trent and me? Our treat?" It really was a sexy smile, I thought. Maybe she is pretty after all. "Why not?" "I'll go start the car," Trent said as he hurried out the door. Melissa came up behind me as I turned to get my coat. "Who knows what we'll have for dessert," she said, reaching around me to grab my cock. I spun around. There was no mistaking the look on her face. She grinned lustfully at me, licking her upper lip in the most shameless manner. I just stared at her. She slowly reached out and grabbed my hand, and placed in on her tit. It was small, barely filling my hand. But the nipple was hard. I gently squeezed it. Her other nipple brazenly poked through her sweater. "Not tonight," she whispered. "But who knows?" "Does... Does Trent...?" "Don't worry about Trent," she whispered. "He loves both of us." I thought for a moment, and then kissed her deeply before helping her on with her jacket. We held hands out to Trent's car. He seemed oblivious to what was going on, which Melissa assured me was OK. Melissa and I started kissing more often, in more public settings. Trent never seemed to mind that his wife was kissing his friend. One Saturday night just before Christmas, she not only insisted that I accompany them to the adult movie theater, but she also was adamant that she sit between Trent and me. I was somewhat nervous about the seating arrangements, but she argued that it looked better than us two guys sitting together, which I had to agree with, too. As I feared, she played with my cock throughout the flicks, hot movies with several torrid scenes in each. Between the action on the screen, and her actions in my crotch, I nearly came in my pants numerous times. I took to masturbating more frequently to relieve the stress she was causing me. Lou got bummed out listening to my bedsprings squeak, knowing I was alone in bed thrashing my own cock. He didn't care if I jerked off; he just didn't want to listen to it. I can't blame him for that. I wouldn't want to listen to him shake hands with the bishop, either. When I was home during Christmas break, I told a friend of mine, who went to Ball State, about her. He could offer no suggestions, either. The spring semester was Trent's last as an undergraduate. Melissa had graduated from the University of Akron before I met her. She worked in a bank in Oxford, and Trent had a job lined up in an insurance company. He planned on working for a few years before entering law school. It happened the first Tuesday night after I got back to campus following the semester break. Trent and Melissa showed up at my dorm right after supper. "What's up, guys?" I said happily. "I got a Tuesday night class this semester," Trent said as Melissa kissed me. "So I thought I'd come and hang out with you while he was in class!" I shrugged. "Hope you don't mind watching me study," I said. "You're more than welcome to stay, but I gotta start working on a project for one of my classes." Trent said he didn't mind if Melissa didn't, and left for class. She watched TV for a while as I worked on the project. About 45 minutes later, as "Jeopardy" was ending, she approached me. "Where's Lou?" "He works on Tuesdays. He won't be back until about 11." She watched me for a minute. Finally, I stretched and yawned. "Why do you wanna be a teacher?" Setting my books aside, I stood up and stretched. "I guess it's just my calling. I love history. It's just something I've always wanted to do." "You gonna be a high school teacher?" "For a while," I said, sitting back down in my easy chair. "But eventually, I'm gonna get my doctorate. I wanna be a college professor and write books." "That's very interesting," she said, straddling my legs and kissing me again before spinning around and sitting in my lap. I could feel the first stirrings of a hard-on. I looked past her. My dorm room door stood open, but my room was on a secluded hallway. Not many people walked by my room. I kissed the nape of his neck. "History is not very interesting to many people," I laughed. She laughed, and cuddled back against me. "I find history dry, boring, and completely uninteresting," she said. "I never did well in history class. That's not what I found interesting. What I find interesting is that you love it so much, and that you want to write about it. You're a very interesting man." "I have to admit that I always found finance dull and dreary." "Well, we now know we both think the other follows a completely uninteresting, mind-numbing, tedious calling," she chuckled. I was taken by how melodious her laughter was. She leaned back and kissed my cheek. "So, Baby. We're alone until Trent gets out of class in two hours. What do you want to do?" I folded my arms around her waist, hoping she didn't feel my growing erection. "Oh, I don't know. I gotta..." "I have an idea," she said, guiding my hand on to her tit. Although it was cold, she had worn a tight pink tank top with spaghetti straps and no bra, and a skin- tight pair of jeans. Her thick, knee-length winter jacket hung in my closet. I squeezed her breast gently, then moved my hand to straighten my glasses. When I lowered my hand, I placed in back on her smooth, flat belly. She moved my hand back to her breast. "It's OK, Rick. I don't mind." Her boob was small and soft, but firm. Her nipple was hard, a little pinprick tattooing lines on my hand. She leaned back against me, the back of her head resting against my shoulder, and sighed. "That feels nice, Rick." My emotions tore at me. Melissa wasn't the prettiest woman I'd ever seen, but I'd slept with uglier chicks. She was married to a close friend, but he never seemed to mind it when she thrust her tongue down my throat. My cock throbbed in my sweat pants. As I gently massaged her soft, supple breasts, she turned around and began kissing my neck. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but my body rebelled against my mind. She turned on my lap, and our lips found each other. Her tongue insistently searched out mine. She grasped my cock and rubbed gently. I moaned into her mouth. All thoughts of guilt dissipated. All thoughts of Trent disappeared. The only thing on my mind was the young, willing woman who sat on my lap. My hand slid down her belly until it found her tank top's hem, then slipped underneath. I cupped her breast, rubbing the sensitive nipple with my thumb. Our tongues battled each other as our mouths never broke their lock. Her hand slipped under my waistband and found my hard six-incher. Suddenly, she jumped up and walked toward the door. My first thought was that somehow I had screwed something up, and she was leaving. She'd tell Trent what I had done, making it look like all my fault, and our friendship would be over. When she reached the door, she quietly closed it, and turned the dead bolt. "Now, for some privacy," she said, slipping the tank top over her head. Her breasts looked as small naked as they had appeared under her shirt. Her petite areolas were about the size of a quarter, each topped with a tiny nipple. There was no sag in them, although they bounced quite agreeably as she walked back to me. Lust beamed from her face as she reached for me. I let her pull me to my feet. My cock poked out the front of my sweat pants as she knelt in front of me. Seizing my waistband, she yanked my sweatpants and boxers to the floor. My six inch cock bounced in front of her face. Instantly, she popped it into her mouth. A moan forced its way from my loins as her mouth bobbed up and down the length of my cock. "It's not the biggest one I've ever seen," she said between licking the length and sucking my balls into her mouth, "but it's as tasty as any!" I held her head between my hands, guiding her mouth along my rigid shaft. She moaned on my shaft, her throat acting like a vibrator on my aching dick. She gently massaged my balls, rubbing my cock with her other hand while sucking my dick. I struggled out of my sweatshirt, wanting to be naked with this blow job machine as soon as possible. Her oral ministrations on me soon began to pay off dividends. My ball sac constricted. My cock grew in her mouth. Realizing that my climax was at hand, she clamped down on the base of my cock with her fingers. "Not just yet, Baby. Not just yet!" She smiled when she realized that I was completely bare, and wriggled out of her tight blue jeans. Our lips sought each other out again as I led her to my bed. "Ah!" she cooed. "The world-famous Cradle of a Thousand Conquests!" I laughed. "I don't think it's been quite a thousand conquests. It's probably more like a half dozen women who have graced my sheets." I lay her back gently on top of the blankets and stretched out next to her. My cock, still wet with her saliva, throbbed gently against her thigh as our lips met again. Her tongue crammed itself insistently into my mouth. My finger trailed down her flat, firm belly, blazing a trail through her thick underbrush of pubic hair. I quickly found her little rosebud of clitoris, and danced a minuet, causing her to moan loudly into my mouth. I plunged first one finger, then two, deep into her cunt. Her secretions dribbled out of her cunt, down the crack of her ass to puddle on my blanket. Her moans got louder as I took her tiny nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. I greedily licked and bit the tender organ, savagely jamming two fingers in and out of her tight box repeatedly. Her ass jumped and bounced in time with my fingers on my bed, making the springs shriek. I moved, kissing my way down her smooth, smooth belly. "Oh-h-h Go-o-od!" she cried as my tongue slathered her sexy, pierced navel. She was nearly out of her mind as my nose led my tongue through her tangled mass of pubic hair. Then, my tongue slapped her clit. She froze instantly. A scream caught in her throat. I slapped her pussy with my tongue several times. All hell broke loose. She grabbed my head with both hands, forcing my nose into her cunt. My tongue thrashed her hot button. She bounced her hips insanely. Her head whipped back and forth as obscenities spewed from her mouth. A river of her pungent secretions flowed out of her cunt, which I lapped up hungrily. "Oh, God, oh God, Rick," she cried. "Fuck me, Rick! Give me your cock! I need it! I need it bad!!" That was all the invitation I needed. Her cunt juice dripped off my chin as I quickly mounted her. I grabbed her thighs, spread them as wide as they'd go, and jammed my turgid cock into her all the way to the hilt. She sucked in her breath as my balls bounced off her ass, but she quickly regained her composure and locked her ankles behind my ass, drawing me further into her steaming cunt. I rammed my dick in and out of her at a furious pace. It was the first sex I'd had in several months, and after the teasing she'd given me, I needed it bad. I was on my knees, cramming six rock-solid, blood- engorged inches of throbbing manhood cruelly in and out. She moaned loudly as spasms of pleasure washed over her again and again. Her cunt drooled copious amounts of her love juice, and my precum dribbled out of my cock equally fast. I felt my ball sac constrict. This time, there would be no holding back. No squeezing me off, to save it for later. I crashed our genitals together as hard and as furiously as I could. Suddenly, it was all over. I jammed my cock into her as far as I could. My orgasm swelled as my cock expanded painfully. Joyful spasms of intensely painful pleasure broke over me. Gobs of hot, white, gummy, gooey cum burst out of my cock to splash deep into Melissa's tight, hot box. More and more of my baby seed exploded into her vagina. We both cried out lustfully as the seizures bounced from me to her and back again. My body expelled more and more of my cum into her. She clung tightly to me, her fingernails making long parallel channels across my back. Her feet, locked together at the ankle, tried to draw me ever deeper into her birth canal. Finally, the little deaths passed. I relaxed and collapsed on top of her. She kissed me lightly on the cheeks and neck. We were dressed, I was studying, and she was watching TV when Trent arrived to pick her up after his class. Strangely, the next day, I felt no guilt over when I had done. She wanted me to do it. She'd been begging for it since the day we met! I simply did what any red- blooded American male would've done, which was fuck her brains out. She'd gotten her little fling out of the way, that would be the end of it, and I'd never hear about it again. I was sure of it. Until early Thursday morning. I was about to leave for my 9:15 class when the phone rang. "Rick! It's Melissa! Wanna meet for lunch? My treat? Just you and me?" Thoughts of our raucous encounter flashed through my mind. Was she coming back for seconds? I wondered. Maybe she felt guilty, and wanted to assuage her guilt. Or could it be that one round of the old Rickster wasn't enough. Perhaps she wanted us to find a way to confess to Trent. Could she want a slushy, a quickie in the snow? She latched on to me immediately. Was our little escapade just for her the final, incontrovertible proof she needed to realize she didn't want to be married to Trent, but liked me instead? That, I knew, would kill him. But I had thoroughly enjoyed out tryst. But I wasn't sure if I wanted a lifetime with this woman. Although another go-around... "Are you there, Rick? Would you like to have lunch with me today?" "I get out of class at 11:35," I smiled into the phone "and I have a class at 1:45 this afternoon. I'll meet you in front of my dorm." "I'll be there just after 12!" Steak and Ale was a little more than I expected, but she insisted. We ate quietly, enjoying each other's company, but not talking about Tuesday night. "Trent doesn't mind if I eat lunch with one of his friends," she said in answer to a question after lunch as she drove back towards campus. "Especially you, Rick. Trent thinks the world of you. He looks at you almost as a big brother. He doesn't have a big brother, you know." "But that's ridiculous," I laughed. "Not only is he older than me, but he's also bigger than me! By two inches and thirty pounds!" "You're more level-headed than he is. You're more resourceful than he is. You're smarter than he is. He thinks you're a better man than he is. He really looks up to you." "Gee," I said dejectedly. "That makes me feel worse about Tuesday night." "It does?" she asked. I nodded. "Does that mean you won't give me another one now?" I stared at her, my mouth agape. I searched for something to say, anything. But nothing came. "You would like to fuck me again? Wouldn't you?" "I... buh, uh... I, er, uh," I stammered. "I know these are the greatest boobs in the world," she said, parking her car in front of the door. "But this," she indicated her cunt, "sure enjoyed what you did to it the other night. And my mouth certainly relished being wrapped around that!" She grabbed and shook my cock through my jeans. We ran upstairs as fast as we could. She began to tear her clothes off even before I could get the door locked. As soon as we were nude, she pushed me on to my bed. Straddling my face, she slowly lowered her cunt to my face. I grabbed her thighs and helped her guide her drooling slash toward my hungry face. I tore into her, ravishing her cunt with my lips, teeth, and tongue. On the other end, she deep throated my cock at once. Our commingled moans were muted by our bodies as we thrust our genitals at each other's faces. I held her tightly by her thighs, sucking ever drop of moisture from her dripping cunt. The sensations she was creating on my cock were awesome! Her teeth raked the sensitive skin as her tongue slithered around the stiff, blood-engorged tool like a snake. All of a sudden, she jumped up and spun around. Positioning her cunt over my rigid cock, she slowly lowered herself until the tip of my cock just penetrated her labia. She smiled at me. "You ready for this, Baby?" "Oh, god, Sugar! Yes!!!" I groaned. She dropped, impaling herself on my manhood as all six inches of my turgid cock buried itself in her soft, yielding flesh. She raised herself up, and slammed back down again. She did it again and again. I pulled myself up, and sucked her small tit into my mouth. Lust burned in her eyes as we slapped out bodies shamelessly together. My cock rocketed in and out of her tight, cozy box as she rocked back and forth. She pulled me off her tit, and kissed me excitedly, our tongues drawing together to do battle with each other. She climbed off me, and got down on her hands and knees. "Doggy style!" she panted. "Fuck me doggy- style!" I clambered behind her, carefully placed my cock at the opening of her cunt, and jammed it in to the hilt. My balls bounced off her ass as I pulled out and shoved in again and again. Reaching around her, I tickled her clit as I held her ass tightly against my pelvis. "Oh, God!" she moaned loudly into my pillow. "I love this. I love this position, and I love your cock, Rick. You are... Oh! Sweet Jesus! I'm coming!!!" That shoved me over the edge. I jammed my cock deep into her cunt, holding her to me as hard as I could. For the second time in less than 48 hours, I deposited shot after shot of my semen deep into her. Her cunt shuddered around my dick as gob after gob of my baby makers exploded out of me and into her. Our cries ricocheted around my dorm room until the spasms finally receded. She must have been late getting back to work because I was a few minutes late for my 1:45 class. I didn't see Melissa again until that Saturday night. Nothing out of the ordinary happened that night. She kissed me more passionately than the other guys, just like always, but we didn't have sex. We acted like we always had before. If anybody suspected we had become more than the friends we appeared, nothing was said to me. Tuesday evening, Melissa arrived at me dorm room just as night classes were starting. I fucked her again that night. Twice, to tell the truth. I did her for Friday lunch. It became a ritual. Tuesday evening, and either Thursday or Friday lunch, we would get together, and have sex. As time went on, and Melissa and I screwed more often, the feelings of guilt subsided, and but they never disappeared completely. I never told anyone what was going on. The guys would certainly side with Trent on this. As spring break approached, I considered staying in Oxford, but finally decided to go home. It's a short drive from Anderson to Muncie, where my high school friend Randy goes to college at Ball State. I was waiting for him when he came back from class Monday morning. "Hey, buddy! What brings you to the good college?" "I gotta talk to you," I said, ushering him into his suite. "Privately." I told him about what was going on. "I don't feel guilty. Exactly. The sex is good! Melissa's damn good in bed. Trent was right about that. But..." "But she's Trent's wife." "Exactly!" I pulled out a joint, lit it, and passed it to him. He took a hit and passed it back. I don't normally smoke pot, but I did a lot with him in high school, and it just feels right to get high when we're together. "You know," he said. "You aren't the only person in this room right now who's fucked the wife of a friend." "You, too?" I asked. "Yup," he said, holding the marijuana smoke in his lungs and passing the joint back to me. He finally exhaled. "Met Frank in my freshman year. He's a couple years older than us, but he was a freshman. Served in the Air Force. He was already married when I met him. Really cute little Southern belle of a wife. I got to know her. Her name was Donna. Then, about a month after meeting her, she came on to me. Real strong." He took another hit off the joint. "Just like you. She came over one time when he was in class, and I fucked the shit out of her. Fucked her brains out! And she knew what she was doing in bed, too. Just like this Matilda you're telling me about." "Melissa." "Right. Melissa. Melissa, Matilda. Who cares. She's been giving it to you. Turns out Frank and Donna have an open marriage. I'll fuck who I want; you fuck who you want, just remember we're married. That kind of thing. Think maybe that's the kind of thing this Troy and Melinda have?" "You mean Trent and Melissa. And I guess it's possible." "I'll betcha that's it," Randy said, handing me back the joint. "Not everybody has traditional marriages, like our parents. It takes all kinds." Randy helped put my mind to ease. I spent the rest of my spring break lazing around the house, helping out, and just plain relaxing. I was also looking forward to getting back to Miami, and Melissa's pussy. I was becoming used to it, and I missed it. I wasn't sure what I was going to do over the summer. My world crumbled when I got back to campus Sunday night. Trent and Melissa were waiting for me when I walked in. Lou was tapping away on his computer, using hack sites to get free passwords into porn sites. "Rick. Can we talk?" Trent said as I dropped my suitcase. Melissa didn't even hug me. "Privately." We walked down to the lounge in the basement of the dormitory. I bought a can of pop before we sat down at a booth. Trent didn't pull any punches. "Melissa is going to have a baby!" The crashing sound I heard was my life smashing to bits. Melissa was pregnant. I never even considered using a condom when I was with her. There was a good chance Melissa's baby was... mine! I tried to look composed, but I don't think I managed. How did this happen? I wondered to myself. I knew it was wrong. It is wrong to have sex with a married woman, and now, I've not only had sex with the wife of a good friend, I might have knocked her up! "Did you hear what I said, Rick?" Trent asked me. "I said the baby is yours!" The crashing sound I heard then was the rest of my life smashing to smithereens. "My life is a mess!" I groaned. Not only had Trent found out that I was fucking his wife, but now he was also telling me their baby was mine! How could this happen to me? If only I'd kept my cock in my pants! But, no! I had to fuck Melissa. Not once, but several times! Never mind the fact that it had never been my idea. It was all my fault. And now, she's pregnant. With my baby. What a mess my life has suddenly turned into! I stared up at Trent and Melissa. They were beaming with joy, pride and happiness. I blinked. That's what I saw in their faces. They were happy beyond measure. My world was collapsing in a pile of rubble, and they're happy as two pigs in shit. How could Trent be happy? I wondered. He not only knows I fucked his wife, but he also thinks I knocked her up! How in the name of all that is holy, or perhaps unholy, could this madman be happy? Then, something forced itself through my mind. What did I just hear him say? "What did you say?" Melissa sat next to me on the bench and kissed me. "I said that you have made us the happiest people on Earth! We couldn't have had children without you." I stared first at her, then at him, then her, and then him. "What the hell are you talking about?" Trent sat down across the table from me. "I had an accident when I was a child. I injured my scrotum. A testicle was smashed. It hurt like hell for weeks. The end result is that I can have sex like a normal man, but I cannot father children. My sperm count is nonexistent. And Melissa and I desperately want children. And we want them when we're young. I'm graduating from college in a few months, then into the exciting world for insurance for a few years before law school. But I want kids now." "And I want to bear a child," Melissa said. "I don't have anything against adoption, but nothing compares to the feeling of your own child coming from your body." "And I can't get her pregnant." I stared at them. "So you had me get her pregnant?" He nodded. "I will need a complete family medical history, but you will be under no financial obligation. After all, I'm the Dad. But for medical reasons, you will be named as the father." "We eventually will tell the children who their biological father is, but they will always know who their dad is, and that's Trent." "You can be part of your children's lives if you want, or you don't have to, if you don't want to. You can be Uncle Rick, if you want." "Why me? Why not Dave." Trent smiled. "I thought Melissa explained it to you. Dave is a friend. You're like a big brother to me. I wish I was like you. Everything about you is good. When it came right down to it, if I couldn't father my own children, you are the one I wanted to." "But we weren't sure you'd accept. That's why we did it the way we did." I still couldn't believe what was happening. I should be happy, and mad, and scared out of my wits. I was going to be a father, but I wasn't going to be allowed to act like it. "Does anybody else know?" I finally asked. Melissa smiled. "Dave and Lou both know I'm pregnant. But as far as anyone is concerned, Trent is the father." "My parents, obviously, know I'm not the biological, but they think her parents paid for in vitro fertilization." "We really don't want anyone to know you're the father, and we would really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone." I never did. It's been ten years since then. I am currently teaching high school in Oxford, and studying for a PhD. Trent is in law school. Melissa and I have three children. Everybody thinks they are Trent's, and that's the way I want it. I got Melissa pregnant for the last time weeks before I got married three years ago. Melissa and I haven't had sex since then. My wife and I are the parents of a little one-year-old girl of our own. My wife knows I have three other children, but I'm not sure if I'll ever tell our children. I miss having sex with Melissa. She is great in bed. But, I'm not sure if I really miss it. After the torrid beginning of our affair, I was sometimes awkward and uncomfortable. We got together only when she was ready to have a baby. I understood all I had was a baby making role. The sex was hot, but I don't think it's a situation I'd ever wish on another person. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 27