Melanie worked for Porter Lang for three weeks and then quit her job. Everything was going well until he asked her to fuck two of his clients while several top executives watched. She knew then advertising wasn't for her.
One afternoon when she was out shopping she ran into Walter Philips. He greeted her warmly.
"You look as lovely as ever," he said. "Did you ever find a job?"
She brought him up to date without mentioning why she'd left the agency. She was pleased to see him. She would never forget the man who had been her first lover since her marriage.
When Walter told her he was on his way home, he asked her to join him. Since she had nothing better to do she agreed.
"On days when I get home early Polly always fixes an elaborate tea," he said.
Melanie knew Polly was his wife. For some reason she was startled to hear his wife would be home.
"I think about you a lot," he said then. "Then why haven't I heard from you?" He frowned. "Polly becomes very demanding when she thinks there's someone else. If you came home with me and meet her she won't suspect anything's going on between us. What I mean is, then we can see each other occasionally."
"To tell you the truth, I'm confused." He sighed deeply. "I know it's hard to understand. But you'll see. Polly can be very charming. It's when we're alone that she becomes another person."
Melanie was smart enough to know he was spouting bullshit, but she went along with him. If he got his kicks out of bringing his mistresses home with him, it was all right with her.
"Anyway," he said, "I've told Polly all about you," he said.
"You have?"
"She likes to hear about my work. She gets so bored at home, poor dear. You'll see when you have children. So I try and keep her amused with my own career."
Melanie detected a strange look in his eyes. She was almost sorry she'd agreed to go home with him for tea. She hated tea. And anyway Polly was probably a dried up old prune who talked about nothing but baby formulas and diapers.
"Polly will like you," Walter said.
"What makes you think so?"
"Before we were married she went to art school. You're so pretty and she has an artist's eye for beauty."
They continued chatting about Polly and the children on the drive to the Philips home. When they arrived, Melanie was surprised to find herself introduced to a stunning redhead with a shapely figure.
"So you're Walter's latest," Polly said, extending her hand. "I'm the wicked witch of the west, in case you haven't guessed."
"Polly, behave yourself," Walter grinned. "Well, this one's lovely," Polly said, eyeing Melanie. She patted the sofa cushion next to her. "Sit down and tell me what Walter's been telling you about me. He changes his story with everyone."
Melanie was slightly confused. So this was the woman Walter was stuck with because of the children. She was not only gorgeous, but she was built like a movie star. She looked about as maternal as a magazine centerfold.
"Well, I was expecting someone a little different," Melanie admitted.
The elaborate tea turned out to be cocktails and caviar. Polly was more than friendly. She all but ignored her husband as she directed her remarks to Melanie.
"You're married, of course?" Polly said.
Melanie nodded. "Very much so."
Polly touched her hand. "I know what you mean. Walter, why don't you go out to play."
Walter giggled. "Oh, Polly."
Melanie finally realized they were playing a game and soon it was clear that she was some sort of participant. Polly took every opportunity to touch her hand or arm or thigh. Once her fingers even grazed Melanie's tits.
At first Melanie backed away, but soon, as she realized what they were up to, she decided to go along with them. Besides, she was horny. She'd never had any sexual contact with a woman. It might be a kick.
She recalled the lovely fuck with Walter in his office at the school. Was everything he said a lie? Was it all a cover for his kinkiness?
Her reverie was interrupted by Polly's hands. They were all over her now, openly stroking and caressing.
Melanie felt hot and wet between her legs. Whatever the couple were attempting, it was working. She was getting turned on.
As they were sipping fresh cocktails, Polly turned on the record player. Melanie flinched when Polly pulled her to her feet. She had never danced with another woman and it wasn't long before she found herself involved in more than dancing.
Polly was an exciting dancer. She moved like a stripper, gyrating her ass and shaking her tits to the beat of the musk.
They kept refilling Melanie's glass. After a half hour of dancing with Polly, pausing only to drink more champagne cocktail, Melanie trembled with excitement and anticipation.
It was a while before she became aware of something strange happening. As Polly whirled her around the room, she slowly stripped Melanie's clothes off.
She started with her belt and her sweater. After a while Melanie was down to her panties and bra. It all happened so quickly and Melanie was so excited she barely saw it happening.
"You've got big tits, of course," Polly said, standing back and admiring her.
Moving to the side, Polly motioned to Walter who was sitting on the sofa watching them. He rose up, took Melanie into his arms and danced off with her.
"She's in a good mood today," he said, nodding toward his wife.
They danced slowly to the jungle beat of the music. Melanie watched over Walter's shoulder as Polly undressed.
When Polly was down to her bra and panties, she cut in on Walter and took Melanie into her arms.
Before Melanie had a chance to speak, Polly pushed her bra straps down and exposed her tits. Then she swooped down and sucked one of Melanie's tits into her mouth.
Melanie found herself staring down at Polly's head as the redhead nursed on her tit-globes. She looked toward Walter and was amused to see him jerking off.
"I hope you don't mind," he said. "When she's in this kind of mood it's hard to say no to her."
Does he think I'm a complete asshole?
Melanie thought. They planned the whole thing. "Shut up, Walter," she said. "It's okay. I like it."
He grinned sheepishly, still tugging on his cock. "Dearest."
She winked as Polly moved from one tit to the other. She widened the spread of her legs at Polly touched her cunt mound.
"Oh, Jesus!" Melanie groaned, squirming against the redhead's searching hand.
"I'm normally a vegetarian," Polly said, "but your tits are really delicious."
Melanie heard a sound of children laughing and she frowned.
"Are the children around?" she hissed. "Does it matter?"
"Why, I don't know."
Polly snaked her tongue into Melanie's mouth. "Don't worry. They know enough not to bother Mommy and Daddy when we're busy."
As the two women kissed and caressed Walter moved up behind Melanie and squeezed her ass. He had taken his clothes oft and his half-hard cock poked her.
A stab of fear and apprehension surged through Melanie when Polly began peeling her panties down.
"Don't tell me you've never done it with another woman," Polly said.
"I haven't," Melanie murmured. She shivered when Polly ran her hand between her legs and touched her cunt. Walter was still behind her, clutching her ass and chuckling at his wife's remarks.
They bring home women for each other, Melanie thought as Walter screwed his finger into her cunt.
What a marriage! She thought about Barry and their deteriorating relationship and envied the openness of the Philips'.
Walter shoved a second finger into Melanie's cunt and wiggled it around. Polly dropped to her knees and began licking her beaver until it was wet with saliva.
Walter fingered her pussy and squeezed her tits while his wife licked her mound. Polly took Melanie's hand and moved it over her own jiggling tits. For the first time ever, Melanie felt another woman's stiff nipple.
Suddenly Polly disappeared and Walter forced Melanie to face him. His lips were on hers, demanding and hard and very unlike the man who had first made love to her in the classroom.
She tried to ask where Polly had gone, but then his tongue was in her mouth and she couldn't speak. Walter was becoming another person before her eyes. He was becoming aggressive.
He kissed her so hard she had trouble breathing. His hands were all over her, pawing her cunt and pinching her ass and tits.
She was stunned by the change in him. "Where's Polly?" she managed to sputter.
"She went to see to the children."
His body even felt more powerful as he pressed tightly against her and kissed her. Suddenly he was an animal. A jungle animal whose only aim was sexual fulfillment.
She was breathing hard and her tits rose and fell with every breath she took. Walter uttered a groan and buried his face against her tits.
He licked and sucked her tits gently. Then abruptly he calmed down and he was the Walter she knew and admired. Tender and loving and sweet.
"Polly's watching from the kitchen," he confided. "She loves watching."
Hot tremors of excitement radiated from Melanie's pussy. Her cunt was flowing with juice and the juice was running down her legs.
Knowing Polly was watching was a turn-on. If only Barry were more adventurous.
Now Walter's fingers dug into her ass. "So lovely," he breathed in her ear. "Fuck me, Walter," Melanie said. "Yes, my dearest. Soon."
"Is Polly going to watch?" she said. "Yes." He hesitated. "Of course she's not alone."
Melanie blinked. "Not alone." Walter winked and seized her hand. "Come. We'll take a look."
They moved toward the kitchen. The door was open a crack and they peered in.
Polly was in the arms of a strange man. They were kissing. Both of them were completely naked.
Everything was happening so fast and yet the thing that fascinated Melanie was the flaming red thatch between Polly's thighs. She had never seen cunt hair so red.
The man was young and big and hairy. He had two fingers in Polly's cunt. Polly held onto his prick, which Melanie couldn't see too well. She turned to Walter, but he was watching raptly and hushed her.
"Isn't she adorable?" he said. Melanie turned her attention back to the couple in the kitchen. Polly's cunt sucked on the man's fingers.
Melanie was fascinated. It was all so kinky and wild. I love it, she thought. It's what I've missed in my marriage.
Polly flicked her tongue over her lush lips as the strange man fingered her cunt.
"Who is he?" Melanie whispered.
"I don't know," Walter said.
Polly pulled the man's head down to her tits. "Suck them, lover."
She ruffled his hair as he started sucking. She reached for his prick and he winced as she squeezed it.
Suddenly she turned toward the crack in the door and winked. Melanie pulled back, but Walter grinned.
"She knew we were here right along," Melanie said.
"Of course, dearest."
Walter stood behind her and cupped her tits in both hands. "Shall we return to the living room?"
Melanie shivered against him as he caressed her tits. She wanted to watch the couple in the kitchen, but she also wanted to get laid.
She glanced at Walter's prick. It was hard. She was torn between wanting to fuck and wanting to stay and watch Polly get reamed.
"In a minute," she said, her eyes on the strange man as he jammed a finger into Polly's asshole.
Polly was bent over the table with her ass in the air. The man thrust a finger into her cunt. The redhead spread her legs wider and shifted her ass around to give him more room.
Melanie was aware of Walter's hand moving sensuously over her ass. Polly was panting with excitement in the kitchen as the dark-haired man frigged her cunt and asshole.
It was a few moments before Melanie realized that Walter was crouched down behind her with his tongue on her asshole.
She breathed deeply as Walter dipped his fingers into her cunt and licked her shitter. She was dizzy and overcome with passion.
Struggling to maintain her balance, Melanie leaned against the wall and opened her legs.
At that moment Polly leaned against the back of a chair while the strange man entered her from behind.
He thrust his cock in and out of Polly's red haired cunt. Melanie's legs shook as Walter entered her. He reached around and clutched her tits as he stroked.
"Isn't this wonderful?" Walter hissed.
"Don't talk," Melanie said. "Fuck."
There were so many sights and sounds and feelings, the cheating wife felt overjoyed by it all.
"Your prick's so big!" Polly shouted.
Melanie fell forward as Walter reamed her. He seemed to become more excited at the sound of Polly's voice urging the man on.
How good Walter's cock felt inside her! It wasn't as thick as Barry's or as long as Dustin's, but he knew how to use it.
Suddenly Polly turned around and faced the man, who entered her again. He pulled out abruptly and thrust in. Polly raised one leg to open her cunt. She leaned against the edge of the table as he fucked her.
Once he pulled out and placed the tip of his prick against her clit. A look of total surprise crossed Polly's pretty face.
"More, Chuck," Polly said. "Give me all of it."
His cock disappeared inside Polly's pussy. Walter pulled out of Melanie's cunt and urged her to drop to her knees.
She automatically opened her mouth and accepted his juice-drenched prick. She sucked gluttonously, her eyes on Polly and Chuck.
Occasionally the thick base of Chuck's prick protruded from Polly's pussy. At those times, Walter thrust his prick deep inside Melanie's throat.
Chuck's prick thundered up Polly's cunt while Walter fucked Melanie's mouth. The door was halfway open now and Polly openly stared at them.
Chuck seemed vaguely aware of other people around. It was obvious he didn't care. He wanted to get his rocks off the fastest way possible.
Suddenly Polly writhed wildly. Chuck threw his head back and bellowed. Walter's prick swelled up in Melanie's mouth, signaling his approaching orgasm.
Melanie's eyes opened wide when Walter began coming. His jism filled her mouth, his cock jerking and twitching on her tongue.
He finished up in her hotly sucking mouth and they returned to the living room where he sucked her off.
Polly and Chuck disappeared somewhere and after a while Melanie left for home. It had been a wonderful adventure, but one she wasn't sure she wanted to repeat.