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My Honey, Melissa
by Stephanie Keating (stephaniekeating2@hotmail.com)

***

Melissa, a reluctant wife, is at first coerced and then 
willingly, lets herself be fucked by her second cousin. 
Steve, her husband becomes the astounded but grateful 
witness to their illicit union. (MF, wife, cheat, voy, 
inc)

***

We passed each other on the front step—me leaving on a 
rushed errand; Derek, Mellisa's second cousin, entering 
to trace some wiring upstairs before poking holes in 
the wall to relocate and add lighting fixtures.

"Where you going?" he shouted after me.

Errand; be back soon!" I was on my way to my parent's 
house to pick up some tools I needed for the following 
morning. My parents were going away for the weekend, so 
I had no other option than to make a mad dash across 
our busy city at the tail end of rush hour. Meanwhile 
Melissa, my wife, was getting ready for our usual 
Friday night date, a routine we started at the 
beginning of our marriage and had rarely missed since. 
No sooner had I reached the car than I remembered two 
casserole dishes I'd left on the kitchen counter that I 
had to return to mom; so back I dashed into the house.

I'd just stepped through the door when I heard, 
simultaneously, Derek's footsteps beginning to ascend 
the stairs to the second floor, where I knew he had to 
work, and Melissa exclaiming, "Oh! Shit!" Then, "Steve! 
I've snagged my stockings. Can you pick me up another 
pair while you're out?"

I was just about to reply when I heard Melissa say with 
a note of surprise, "Oh! It's you. Don't you knock or 
say something before you show up?"

"Melissa, I'm working here. You and Steve knew I was on 
my way."

"Where is he?"

"He's gone somewhere; an errand, he said."

"Yeah. His parents place; I didn't know he'd left 
already. Shit. Now I'm stuck." Always with some 
voyeuristic instinct about everything, I was half way 
up the stairs moving quietly. "Do you mind closing the 
door so I can finish dressing. This is a bit 
embarrassing."

"Don't be such a prude—everything's covered. Beside, 
I've got to trace wiring in here."

Now, from their voices and conversation, I'd located 
Melissa in our bedroom and Derek at the bedroom door. I 
was at a turn in the stairs with five steps to go to 
the top, from where a sharp left and a couple of paces 
took you to our bedroom door. A dressing table had been 
moved out of the spare bedroom onto the landing and was 
angled in such a way that when I got to the next to 
last step, I could see in its mirror Melissa sitting on 
the edge of our bed with her slip clutched to her 
breasts—though it was clear she had her bra on. 

By raising my head a little further I could see she was 
in a pair of cream coloured panties and the black 
stockings she had snagged. In this position I was 
looking past Derek's right shoulder as he leaned 
against the door jam with his left. Be right with me, 
reader, while I do the watching:

"Do it later Derek. I need privacy."

"You look sexy sitting there half dressed--even sexier 
trying to cover up like that. Just relax."

"Just get out; I'm a married woman."

Derek's laughing: "Don't put on the 'I'm a married 
woman' airs and graces. It's a bit hypocritical and 
prudish after last Saturday."

We'd been at a party hosted by Derek and his wife, 
Janice. Now what the fuck went on, I wonder...

"I don't want to talk about it. Nothing happened."

"Getting my hand between your legs while Steve was 
downstairs was nothing!"

Wow! This sounds like something I'd never guess of 
Melissa...

"Don't be so disgusting!"

I feel like I've been hit with a hammer. So this is 
really how it feels when my wife does something with 
another man, something I'd fantasized about a thousand 
times. I'm reeling, right now, as I sit listening and 
watching from the shadows at the top of the stairs.

"You can call it 'nothing' or 'disgusting' if you like—
but it was nice, too, wasn't it?," Derek is taunting 
her.

Melissa looks pissed. She's reaching back to snatch her 
skirt from the pillow with her right hand, her slip 
still clutched to her breasts with her left. Derek 
whistles as she rolls onto her right hip, revealing 
from the back the crotch of her panties snug over the 
soft swelling of her labia. Melissa sat up quickly when 
he did that, and now she steps into her skirt, deftly, 
using just one hand.

"Spoilsport," Derek is accusing her.

"Fuck off, Derek—don't be so boorish." Melissa has 
grabbed her blouse, now, from the foot of the bed... 
slips it on, buttons it from the top and removes the 
slip as she does it. There. She steps into her slip and 
pulls it under her skirt. There you go, dressed and 
proper again, but what a fuckin' disappointment; it was 
getting real interesting.

Pushy Derek again: "I can't leave just yet, we've got 
an interesting discussion started. Why so prudish now, 
when last week I had my fingers inside you? You weren't 
drinking, so that's no excuse."

Melissa gives a loud sigh of frustration: "I don't know 
why the difference. That thing last week just happened—
that's all."

"Why did you stop me without an explanation? That's all 
I want to know. It felt like an awful tease when you 
were so hot, too."

"Okay. I'm sorry I did that. It was all a mistake. I 
just felt guilt by--being married and letting you touch 
me with Steve downstairs."

"And what about Sam Baker—you felt real guilty about 
that, I bet." Wow! So sarcastic.

"What! What do you mean by that remark!" Melissa's 
really shaken, I can tell.

"Prudish, hypocritical—don't add liar to the list. Sam 
told me everything."

"What!"

"When Derek went away for a week on some training 
course just after you got married, you spent that same 
week fucking Sam. He may be a shit head in lots of 
ways, but he's not a liar."

"Jesus! Who else has he told?

"Relax. He said I was the first and only one he's said 
anything to."

"And you? Who've you told."

"Nobody—yet."

"What does that mean—'Yet'?"

"I'll give it to you straight, Melissa. I didn't like 
being messed around last Saturday. You don't mess with 
my head like that. I want to finish what we started."

I've been dizzy with shock and confusion until now, 
just trying to get my head around this new information 
about my wife; but Derek's coercion clears my head and 
focuses me like a hawk. I'm present, predatory, 
possessed, as I witness Derek so coldly backing my wife 
into a corner.

"For Christ's sake! You don't blackmail someone just 
because you don't get your own way!

"Oh, but I do—I get to fuck you or I tell Derek—which 
is it?"

"You bastard!" Melissa is hissing. "Last Saturday was a 
mistake. I just got carried away and then I realized I 
wanted to stay faithful to Steve."

"It's a bit late for that after spreading your 
beautiful legs for Sam. It's like believing you can get 
back your virginity back after you've been popped, 
isn't it?"

"Sam was the only one. And don't be such a crude 
asshole!"

"I mean it, Melissa," Derek has just sat beside her on 
the bed. "If I don't get to fuck you right now, I'll 
tell Steve as soon as he comes in the door."

"Oh God! He'll be home soon! I can't!"

"You can, because he won't be home soon. It'll take him 
an hour and a half there and back at this time of day, 
even if he doesn't stop for a coffee and chat with his 
mommy. He's only been gone fifteen minutes," Derek is 
looking at his watch, then silence as he strokes 
Melissa's hair. I'm mesmerized now, hard as a rock and 
waiting for his next move. Wow! He's locked his left 
arm around Melissa and is trying to find her lips with 
his, while he pushes his left hand up her skirt. Yeah! 
Go for it, Derek—force her! 

"It looks as though he's reached her pussy; she's 
squirming to dislodge his hand, or because she's 
secretly enjoying it; I don't know which. Derek's got a 
lascivious smile across his face: "It's your choice, 
sweetie. You can fight me off and pay the price, or you 
can choose to have a good time with me—finish what we 
started on Saturday. You figure it out—your choice."

For a couple of minutes I've been watching both of them 
sitting in the same position—not moving. Now Melissa's 
talking quietly, but I can just hear her. It looks like 
she's thought it through and changed her tactics, if 
not her attitude: "I'm really sorry about last 
Saturday, Derek. I didn't mean to lead you on, and I 
didn't stop you because I wanted to stay faithful..."

"Then why, sweetie?"

"I was scared we'd get caught."

"We were already there. We could have had a quickie 
without taking any clothes off—dick out of my fly—
lifted skirt—up the leg of your panties. You were 
creaming; We were both horny as hell—"

"I know, but I was still scared, and I'm scared now." 
Melissa is glancing at the wall clock.

"We've got time, honestly; Come on, just relax, 
sweetie."

Now I'm really turned on, watching my own dear wife 
relaxing the lock on her legs. They fall slightly 
apart, naturally—I can see more clearly now I've moved 
up another step on the stairs. She's turning her lips 
to Derek. Oh my God! I'm feeling another wave of 
excitement watching her moist lips and tongue answering 
his kisses. She's really enjoying this. 

I've got to take my dick out and play with myself—just 
real soft touches and slow masturbation, so I don't 
come until they get to what I hope they're going to do. 
How can I be thinking this way—so fuckin' weird, 
wanting my wife to be fucked by someone else! Derek's 
moving his hand under her skirt; I wish I could see 
underneath. I'm sure his fingers are right in her 
pussy—she's making the right noises for it. Wow! Such a 
fuckin' turn-on! Shit! She's stopped him. Melissa looks 
startled. Has she heard me?

"Close the door, Derek."

"No, no, no..." Derek's soothing her. "It's best open 
just incase someone comes in the house. We'll be able 
to hear them."

Great suggestion Derek!—keeps me in the loop. She's got 
a slight look of anxiety on her face, but she's letting 
Derek feel her up again. So sweet; they're back to deep 
kissing again. Oh my God! There's another wave of 
pleasure through me; it feels like I'm on the deck of a 
pitching boat, but along with incredible feelings of 
arousal. Better take it easy touching my dick, or I'll 
come too soon—I want to enjoy every single bit of this. 
Oh! My! My! My! He's just lifted her skirt. Look at 
that! His hand's up the leg of her panties, but I can't 
quite see. Standing might help. 

Yes! Oh yesss! I can actually see her pussy from here 
with his fingers in it. Her black-stocking legs are 
still hanging over the edge of the bed. I hope she 
doesn't move, so that I can still get an eyeful of all 
this. Oh my Lord! 'Go for it Derek!'—he's pushing her 
slip and her maroon and yellow skirt right up to her 
waist. Now her panties—he's slowly sliding them down 
her legs—he's left them hanging on one ankle like an 
erotic corsage.

Oh no! Shit! Shit! Shit! She's moving—wriggling up onto 
the bed. Damn! I can't see anything now—at least not in 
the mirror. But maybe... on my knees... if I crawl on 
the landing and look round the door jam... Yesss! Risky 
here, but what a view! Oh God! Her legs are spread now! 
For Christ's sake! Get on with it, time's running down; 
I don't want Melissa panicking and stopping the show. 
Oh good! Greg's kneeling now and unbuckling his pants. 
I'd better duck out of the way until they're right back 
into one another.

"I wouldn't worry too much about Steve finding out, 
anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"I thing he's a bit kinky."

Now what's coming? What does he know about me? I'm 
pretty secretive about myself—

"I use his computer for email while I've been doing the 
reno's and you're both at work. Purely and accident 
seeing the sites he visits in a file called 'Recipes' 
in his 'Favourites'. I thought it was food at first, 
but they're sex sites."

Oh, no! For God's sake, say no more...

"What sort of sex sites?"

"I'll tell you after."

Oh! Thank God! I get a slight reprieve; but what a 
fuckin' idiot I am, not hiding that stuff better. 
Still—can't do anything about that now. Greg's pants 
are off now. He's got a massive hard-on—wow! It looks 
great! And he's obviously ready to get right back to 
business—

"No! Tell me now!"

No don't, Derek! Don't say a fuckin' thing to her—
pleeeeeease! He's lying beside her and slowly caressing 
her pussy.

"They're cuckold and wife-watching sites. They're used 
by men who fantasize about the pleasure of seeing or 
knowing that their wives are fucking other men."

Oh shit! Now the cat's out the bag. I feel real 
embarrassed that I'll have to face her if he says much 
more.

"You're kidding me!"

"No. I'm dead serious. Steve gets off on fantasizing 
you fucking other men. Listen, this was the wrong time 
to bring it up. I promise I'll tell you more after."

Damn! That does it...

"Okay. But I want to know."

At least it hasn't stopped them... Now they're kissing 
deeply again. I can stand again if I just keep back in 
the shadow on the landing. Oh! How beautiful it is 
seeing them loving each other this way! Incredible! His 
fingers are wet, moving in and out and over my wife's 
pussy. Oh my god! Can I handle any more pleasure than 
this! And my God! His hard-on is amazing! 

Melissa's hand is around it, moving up and down the 
shaft. I bet she's enjoying the weight of that dick. 
Her hand doesn't even get round it. My dick is so small 
compared to that. Oh! I love it, love it, love it, love 
it! Oh, what's happening now? Derek's lifting himself 
up. Is this it! Oh my God! He's kneeling between her 
legs. Yessss! Please! Oh, Yessss! Go for it!

"Sweetie, we've still got plenty of time, but I want to 
spend it inside you—fucking you slowly."

"Okay."

"You're amazingly beautiful!"

"Thanks."

Melissa's smiling at that. She loves compliments—eats 
them up! She's reaching down between her legs to hold 
Derek's rampant dick. It almost looks like she's ready 
to haul him in. Yesss. He's leaning forward to 
penetrate... Damn! Fuckin' shit! No! I can't see it 
happening from here... Oh! Thank goodness! Melissa's 
lifted her legs and brought her knees up to take his 
dick. Ohhhh! My Lord! She's still holding his dick and 
guiding it to her wet hole. Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh! How 
beautiful! The most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Oh! 
God!... inside her... sliding... sliding into... yes... 
fucking... fucking so sweetly... my beautiful, sweet 
wife! And the sweet soft noises Melissa's making! 

She's never made noises like that when I penetrate her. 
Oh, my God! I can't take my eyes off his dick stuck in 
her...my own wife! It's like they're in the glow of 
something, right where they are joined together--bathed 
in the light of my eyes or something. I don't know how 
to describe it... It's like I'm watching something 
primal and sacred at the same time. His dick is 
penetrating her and the soft, sparse hair of her pussy 
makes a nest for his thick penis. Oh! I'm so glad this 
is happening. It's all so weird, but so, so nice. I'm 
going to experiment while I watch; I love feeling 
inferior-- 'He's better than me. He's better than me. 
He can satisfy her more than me.' 

My God! Just saying things like that to myself while I 
watch her nearly makes me come. And just look at that! 
Her knees up and spread wide for him while her pelvis 
moves so to willingly, naturally meet his thrusts. 
They're whispering lover's whispers to each other right 
now, but I can still just hear them.

"Sweetie, you feel so good... tight, wet and warm 
around my dick... I've always wanted to fuck you... a 
thousand times in my fantasies. I'm sorry I started by 
bullying you into this."

"It's okay, okay, okay." She's stroking his hair and 
smiling into his eyes while she's saying this...they 
keep fucking slowly..."I'm glad you did it, now. It 
feels so right being with you...Ohhh! Yesss! It feels 
so, so right. Can you feel it too?"...he's still 
sliding slowly, the whole length, in and out of her 
body: "Oh God! Yesss! You're amazing to fuck and be 
with!"

Sweet Jesus! Hear how her breath's changed—and those 
wonderful little moans!...watching those animal rhythms 
of their bodies together is so arousing and 
mesmerizing.... It feels surreal...Oh! There it is! 
That's it--she's made that little noise she always 
makes when she's ready to orgasm! My God! I'm going to 
see her come with another man! A dream—a sweet dream 
come true!

"Ohhhhh God! Derek! I'm coming... Yessssss! Ohhhhh. I'm 
coming. Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

Shit. She's pleading for his cock! Oh my! She's just 
put her legs around his back...holding him...pulling 
him in... Oh God! God! God! He's grunting and pumping 
and he's not wearing a condom...Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Inside 
her. Please! Please! Please don't pull out!

"Yesssss! Yessssssssss! Ohhhhhhhhh! My God! I'm 
theeeeeere!

Ohhh! Watching her buck madly for his cock...just 
beautiful! Beautiful! Ohhh! Now...Yessss! He's there! 
My God! The groans he's making with the throbbing of 
his ejaculation! Oh! Look at him! So strong! Holding 
her! His ass cheeks squeezing together over and over as 
he lets that sweet semen spill inside my wife's sweet 
body, so much deeper than I could ever go! Oh Jesusss! 
I'm coming now...watching my wife being fucked to 
orgasm... Uhgg... 

Shit!... I made a noise... got to stay... keep watching 
them and shoot my load! His sperm inside her... Oh!... 
Oh! Ohhh!—I'm spurting on the floor... don't care... 
still looking at his dick pumping my wife's cunt... 
Uhggg... Uhggg... loads of sperm from my body...on the 
carpet against the wall... Wow! An amazing orgasm 
watching my own wife being fucked by someone else... so 
perfect...

"Did you hear that!"

"No."

"I think he's back! Get off and keep quiet!"

Oh shit! Quick! I've got to get down the stairs 
quietly...quickly... Outside and down along the hedge 
to the sidewalk. Parked two houses down this morning—no 
space in front of the house. Lucky. Into my car—start 
it. Yes. Drive up to the house slowly. I just caught a 
glimpse of Melissa peeking out the window. Slam the 
door and walk casually to the house, my heart still 
pumping with excitement. Open the door...

"Hi honey! I'm home!"

"Did you get what you needed?"

"Yeah—everything." 

Here comes Derek out of the living room, cable detector 
in his hand. Nice move, buddy... 'Thanks for fucking my 
wife', I wish I could say.

"Hi Steve," Derek is saying. So cool! 'How do you do 
that after just shooting your load inside my wife', I'd 
like to ask. "I've done the tracing, but don't want to 
start knocking holes in the wall until I've got a full 
day to finish the job." 

"Okay. Let me know what day."

"Okay. I'll phone in the morning. Bye."

Ah! There she is... down the stairs comes Melissa, my 
beautiful, fucked, unfaithful wife.

"How's your mom?"

Melissa's radiant in that same maroon and yellow dress-
-God! Her eyes are sparkling!—wearing, I imagine, the 
same panties Derek removed to fuck her.

"Fine. She said to say 'Hi'."

I'm in the presence of someone transformed—my wife—a 
Goddess! I'm kissing her affectionately on the lips and 
thinking about up her skirt, between her legs right at 
this moment, deep in her belly—Derek's sperm—Oh! so 
deep in her belly. Sam Baker, too! I'm so, so happy—so 
proud of her! I feel transformed, too. I love this 
woman so much!

"Honey, you've got a hole in your stocking."

"Yes, I know. I snagged it; but it doesn't matter."

"Are you ready for our date?"

"Always. Let's go."

END

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