It was almost one in the afternoon when she finally turned onto her own street. God, what a night! And what a morning, too! Dear, sweet Charlie – twice more before getting out of bed, then in to breakfast while his disgruntled roommates slouched in the living room, red-eyed, hung over from a night of Ripple and envy. And though Charlie seemed to agree that it had been just a one-night stand, however magical, she wondered if he wouldn't haunt that X-rated theater for the next several weeks hoping to meet her again. Mmmm, she thought, wouldn't it be nice to know that someone was that interested [missing text]?
A car was parked on the street in front of her house; Melinda had to cut sharply to get into her driveway. Inside the car a figure stirred, but she was almost past by then and she couldn't very well look over her shoulder to see who it might be when she was trying to put the car into the garage, could she?
Melinda shut off the engine, retrieved her purse and coat, and get out. Oh, it felt good to be home again, even if it was to an empty home. She went outside and pushed the button which closed the door. When she turned around, Dave Hammett was walking up the driveway.
"Hi," hr said, smiling wryly, appealingly. Melinda smiled too.
It was a bright spring morning, but the air was crisp and Melinda shivered, coat over her arm. "Come inside," she invited. "It's a little cool out here."
"I see you, took my advice," Dave said. "About your skirt lengths. That one's much more like it." He pointed to the high hem, which brushed Melinda's legs about four inches above the knee. She hadn't worn it in some time, but last night scorned like a good occasion. "But," he added, "it looks like you slept in it."
True. Her clothes were somewhat wrinkled, after being put on three times and removed twice during the course of the festivities last evening. But her face was clean, with a minimum of makeup, and her hair fell upon her shoulders in dark swirls that danced round and round her bright eyes and moist red lips.
"I, uh, tried to call you last night," he continued. "You'd mentioned that your husband always came home late, and I'd thought that if you were just kicking around, with nothing else to do, we might…"
"Fuck?" she asked innocently. "Would you like a drink or something?" She mixed herself a whiskey and soda.
"Too early in the day for me. Mind if I smoke… oh, I forgot. Anyway, I didn't get any answer, so…"
"So you came over to wait for me? Oh, poor Dave! How long have you been sitting by the [missing text]?"
"Uh, since last night. But seeing you now makes it all worthwhile. Where's your old man, anyway? He didn't come home last night either."
"Oh, Neil. He's in New York. For a weekend convention. Mr. and Mrs. Stillman are booked into the Plaza, so I only hope he can tear himself away from her long enough to get around to whatever business he went up for." She downed her drink and fiddled for a moment with the empty glass.
"You oughta divorce him," Dave said. "Kick his ass into the street. Hit him for every cent you can get. Christ, a man that would divorce you for a skinny, titless broad like Kathy…" He stopped in mid sentence. Melinda had begun to unbutton her blouse.
She was braless under it, just an she was pantyless beneath her skirt. Melinda opened the skirt and shook it free of her dark-nippled tits, and then she looked at Dave, a smirk forming on her lips. He only shook his head, admiring.
"Christ you know how to bring out the beast in a man, don't you?" He crossed the mom in no more than three steps, his arms sweeping her up, his mouth coming in to dominate hers, to kiss it, to mall it, to crush it. Melinda sighed and purred and threw herself into that kiss, just as she threw her bare tits against him, the nipples erecting swiftly as they rubbed on his jacket.
"Aren't you going to ask me where I went last night?"
"I don't care," he replied. His pecker was stiff inside his pants, and she certainly remembered that pecker, its cunning prows, its fascinating tapered construction. Just grinding against him now she could feel his dong buried in her pussy, spreading the lips widely while the narrow tip burrowed about in the feminine depths.
Neil didn't care, either. She doubted if he'd even bothered trying to phone her from New York. Why should he, when Kathy's seductive charms were at his disposal? She probably had her mouth on his cock before he'd gotten his toothbrush out of the suitcase. She probably still had her mouth on his cock. Had him buried in her throat, sucking till the cum oozed down her gullet, straight from neck to tummy. Well, was that such a big deal? I can do it too, Melinda thought. Probably just as well as Kathy can.
She wiggled out of Dave's arms and tossed away her blouse. "Right now, if you can, I'm going up to take a bath. I smell all hot and funky and I'd like to clean up."
"You smell like USDA-inspected, Grade A, Prime Quality, Top Choice cunt," Dave said, following her. "And if you take off anything else, I'm not gonna be responsible for my actions…"
Melinda dropped her skirt at the bathroom door, than waited for him to catch up. Just his hands lacked for her bare us, she trotted away, kicking at the door with one lazy foot. IT wasn't meant to shut the door in Dave's face, sad it didn't. He caught it and scampered in after her.
Melinda turned round, stepping out of her shoes. She was completely naked now, and her tits quivered as she eyed him. The floor was softly, fuzzily carpeted. It felt great beneath her bare toes. It would feel even nicer under her bare ass. She kicked down at the carpet, than up at Dave, and he came to her, his eye aware, eager.
He pushed her down, stroking her as they moved, and he kissed her for a long moment with a wet frisky mouth. But soon he was stealing downward, kissing her neck like a vampire readying his victim for the big bite, licking the slope of her breasts, falling at last upon the nipples themselves. He sucked them voraciously, till Melinda's head rocked from side to side and her tits were hard and swollen in his mouth.
Meanwhile his hands were even further south in Melinda's sexual geography. He had one between her legs, briskly massaging her undulating cunt. She was still sore and tender from that prolonged night with sweet, sweet Charlie, and she moaned with an increasing fervor as he played with her snatch. Her clit – ahhhh – the agony of her clit, as he buffeted the crease in which it nestled! But the pert little thing couldn't ignore his caresses, no matter how much service it had seen last night, and the more he played with her, the wetter Melinda's twat became and the more responsive her clitoris. She locked her thighs upon his hand and pulled him against her cunt, adoring every abuse he could deliver.
"What a honey," he grinned, looking up at her face. "Oh, what a honey!"
His mouth shot downward, and just as his fist slid off her twat, his lips replaced it. Before Melinda could even shout her acceptance, he was spreading her pussy lips and his tongue was stabbing inside her.
"Yessss!!!" she barked, jerking about like a dying fish as he licked her inside out. Her legs came up, thighs closing upon his head the way they'd snapped shut on his hand, and she buried him in the musky jungle of her twat. He didn't seem to mind, however, for he kept his fingers busy, stroking up and down her swollen, wet outer labia, keeping her spread wide for his tongue to make time within.
He licked her clit with savage flicks, like the caresses of a whip, and she moaned and jerked each time he did it. Shooting stars flashed endlessly behind her tightly-closed eyelids and she was thinking. How many women are this lucky? My husband may not wait me, but a dozen other men do. And how many more could there be, all of them waiting out there in the wide, wide world, waiting for her, for Melinda? While Neil kept putting the meat to his hot little Kathy, the blonde teenage hot-ass of 1977? Oh, Christ, fuck Neil… fuck Neil… fuck Neil.
"I'm commmniinnnnggg!!" she screamed into the enclosed bathroom, and her words echoed and resonated all around her.
While her pussy leaked and thrashed and slopped hot cum all over Dave Hammett's gobbling mouth, the mouth of her snatch opening and closing like a Venus fly-trap. While her legs clenched at his face, the muscles in them contracting and expanding just like the contracting expending muscles inside her pussy Dave fought himself free and ac became aware his eyes were on her. A strange gleam shone in them, agleam of lust aroused, not to be denied. He was up, onto his knees beside her, and his fingers fumbled with his zipper. Melinda reached to help him, but her fingers were numb. They could barely feel the texture of his trousers' cloth. When his cock shot out, into the open, it was all by his own doing. She could only lie on her back, drooling, licking her lips, and mumbling "Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me…"
He gave it to her, leaning in, forcing his cock down, toward her fish-gulping mouth. Melinda opened and he slid inside, and then she closed her lips around him, sucking for all she was worth.
The angle was bad, and she couldn't take him quite so deeply as she'd taken Charlie last night, but she could suck him far enough to let him know that he was being eaten alive by the hungriest female mouth that had ever entrapped his throbbing pecker. Her tongue raced around the shaft, and saliva flowed in her, as thickly as his cum would flow – soon, God, make it soon!
She was a good cocksucker; she knew it. She'd always been a good cocksucker. Once Neil had told her that he didn't know which hole he preferred fucking her in the mouth or the cunt. And she didn't know, either. She loved to take it both places. Loved the feel of cum seeping from her crack, loved just as much the taste of it, all thick and heavy and clotted on her tongue. But she'd never been so hot as she had been these last twenty-four hours. It was just about this time yesterday that she'd gone to the detective's office to learn what Dave Hammett had turned up on her husband's activities. And since then? God, since ten!!!
"Suck me, honey," he cooed, guiding her head on him. He wanted to fuck her deeply, but the angle simply didn't permit it. Melinda groaned, trying to fight anatomy. She opened her throat, just as she'd learned to do last night, and she strove to pull him in. For the briefest moment she felt him there, the narrow tapering point of his dick slipping into her throat, but it was gone almost as soon and she was sucking desperately in the effort to pull it back, where she wanted it, where he so clearly longed to be.
And then it gushed, the tip of his prick splitting wide open and a river of hot thick gravy pouring into her mouth. She gurgled as the stuff filled her oral cavity, dripping from her lips, running down her throat too. It was the first time she'd tasted him, but he was worth the wait. Not at all like any of the other men she'd blown to orgasm. Not like Charlie, not like Neil… "Drink my cum!!" he was shouting, echoes ringing off the bathroom walls, and the echoes reverberated on Melinda's eardrums, hammering inside her, throbbing in time with the agitated pulsation of his pecker in her mouth. She sucked and sucked and sucked, till the river of his cum was drained and she was a sticky mess from the sucking and the spill out. But, ah, God, if being a sticky mess all the time!
Dave's limp dick slithered like a crawling snake from her mouth, dragging a trail of viscous sperm down her chin. She kissed his dick as it retreated, and she cuddled it in her hand as he sank down beside her, kissing the wetness from her sperm glossed lips. "That was good," she told him solemnly. "But now I have to take my bath." Melinda sidled past him, and she turned on the hot water. Steam began to arise from the tub as it filled and a he poured in the bubble bath powder, stirring it round with her hand till a froth of sweet-scented foam congealed.
Melinda stepped into the water, shivering because it was so breathtakingly hot, and she settled down slowly, her ass burning so pleasantly, so absorbingly, as she moved into the hot water. Dave crouched on the floor beside the tub, his eyes devouring her ripe body just as his mouth and cock had already done.
Melinda looked at him, a smug grin curling her lips. "Do you want to know where I was last night, what I did, who I saw?"
"Baby," he said, "I could fuckin' taste where you were and what you did and who you saw. Your snatch smelled like a…"
"A Chinese whorehouse?" Melinda suggested, splashing soap at him. He ducked, but she caught him on the next try. "Well, I went out, and… see, this was after I found out Neil was deserting me for the weekend. And I thought, 'Why the hell do I have to put up with that, with knowing that he's taken that cunt to New York, that he's fucking her at the Plaza, that if they get the chance, they can even look out the window and get the same view of Central Park that we had, on our honeymoon…' oh where was I?"
"Yes! I went out. On the prowl, you might say. The forsaken wife's revenge. So I picked up a couple of guys – not at the same time – and I fucked both of them bowlegged. Counting you, I had three men yesterday. And I could have had five, but the last two I decided against, because it would have hurt the feeling of the boy I was in bed with. Oh, he was such a darling young thing, Dave – I was his first woman. Can you believe that? I popped his cherry. Someday hell be screwing a girl and she'll ask him, 'Oh, Charlie, where did you ever learn to fuck so fantastically?' And he'll look at her with those big sweet eyes of his and say 'A woman named Melinda Stillman showed me the ropes.' Mmmm! I felt like the heroine of a sentimental sex movie!"
Dave stood up. "Christ," he said, "and to think that I missed 'Mary Hartman' last night parked out on the curb, while you were prowling round the city fucking everything in pants."
Melinda reached for his hand. "Thank you for being so concerned about me, darling."
"Concerned? I wasn't concerned. I wanted to fuck your ass off, the way we'd banged it in the office. Anyway, Channel 34 runs the whole week's 'Mary Hartman' tonight at midnight, two and a half hours worth. Maybe we can watch it together, catch up on the stow. You know?"
"Mmm-mmmmm," Melinda agreed. "On one condition. Can you rent that videotape camera this weekend?"
"Yeah. In fact, I haven't returned it yet."
"I'd like to make a movie," she said. "Sorta like the one you made, of Neil and Kathy, only remake it, with a new cast. Interested?"
He started to undress. She presumed that was a sign that he was indeed interested. Hmmm. He had a nice body. This was the first time she'd ever seen it. Both times they'd gotten it on together, he'd simply unzipped his pants and hauled out his dong. But the rest of him was attractive too, and she felt her breath coming a little faster as he took off his shorts and stepped into the tub.
"I'm going to show it to Neil," she said. "When he comes home tomorrow, if you'll lend me that playback unit from the office. The tapes, dummy! First the one of him and Kathy. Then the one of me and you."
"I'd better wear a mask," Dave said with a grin. "In case he gets pissed off about somebody fucking his wife. His hot, sexy wife." He had her by the tits now, rubbing soap onto them, rinsing it away, and one of his feet was between her legs, a toe digging gently at the mouth of her pussy. Melinda squirmed about, but the squirming only wedged him between her yielding labia, and it didn't feel bad at all.
"I get to wash you too," she said poutily. But the only part of him she wanted to bathe at the moment lay beneath the waterline. It was long, and tapered, and when her fist closed around it, it felt rather hotter than the bathwater in which the two of them sat for the first time in her life she was sorry the tub was so large. She wanted to snuggle and be snuggled.
Dave's cock was growing rapidly when she eased into his arms. It was nice to be this cozy, this close, to another warm body, a loving body. She kissed his neck and squeezed his cock.
"You want to hurt him, don't you?" he said. Melinda stiffened. "In fact, the reason you want to hurt him is because you're still pretty hung up on him, right? That's the only reason anybody ever want to hurt anybody else."
"It isn't true at all," she replied. "I just want him to know. Why, my God, I haven't even thought of him since…" And she stopped, knowing that it was a lie. She'd thought of nothing but her husband ever since she'd learned of his unfaithfulness. No matter where she was, what she was doing, the image of Neil was strong in her mind. How would he feel, what would he think, what might he be doing…
"Well, so what?" Melinda sat up, snooty and aloof.
Dave cupped her tit. "So you figured you'd do a little stepping out, show him the evidence, let him know you're onto him, too, then see if you can save the marriage on a basis of new trust and honesty. Is that about it, Melinda?"
She nodded. "I guess I had something like that in the back of my mind." Melinda narrowed her eyes and stared at him. "So now I suppose you're not going to help me. With that tape, I mean."
"Oh, you bet your ass I'm going to help you. I'll write my name in cum on your belly, if it will do something. The way I figure it, kid, if your husband would dump you, then you can kiss his ass goodbye. He's gone, solid gone."
"Anyway… you've gotten the prowling habit now, and that's something you don't loss. Even if he does ditch the other girl, comes back onto the old straight and narrow, he'll stray again, and so will you. Fact is, you'll both be better off if you call it quits now. Let him go to Kathy, and you… you won't have to look. I'll be hanging around, and waiting."
"You'll have a long wait," Melinda replied, almost believing hr own wards.
"Maybe so," Dave agreed. "I've been wrong before but you show him thorns taps tomorrow night, and then you come down to my office on Monday morning. I've got a shoulder you can cry on, a bed you can sleep in, a cock…"
She put her finger across his lips. He was getting to her. If she didn't shush him right now, she might start believing him. "Well," she invited, "hadn't we better rehearse? For the taping, I mean?"
His answer was a hot kiss that pulled her atop him, with a lot of slopping and splashing of water. But his cock was up again, and she arranged her lap slip him into her snatch. Tomorrow she'd have the answers to her dilemma. She'd know if Neil wanted her at all. And if he didn't, well, obviously Dave did.
But what did she want? Part of her craved Neil, and the old life that had grown so comfortable. Part of her found excitement in the idea of a life with Dave Hammett.
Or… or… why should she tie herself down exclusively to either of them? She wasn't a piece of property. Her cunt belonged to her, if it belonged to anyone at all. Why should she tie herself down to any one man? Why couldn't she be totally free – free to do anything she wanted, with anyone she wanted? God, last night had been such an eye-opening experience! She had to do it again, soon – to go out, find a man, fuck him, and then, if the mood struck, look for another, and another, and…
But as for now – her aunt eased down on him, and Dave lunged up into her. Melinda's body waked down, pressing his groin, and she wrapped her arms around him.
"Aaahhhh… fuck me, darling, fuck me!!!" she screamed, the crazy hunger dominating her snatch, her mind, her quivering body. Water splashed over the edge of the tub, soapy, sudsy water, and she bounced on Dave's loins, riding his hard stabbing pecker. He sucked at her chin, fondled her tits, and she rubbed him with her bath-wet, shining body as she milked his rod with her well-exercised pussy muscles.
Oh, it wasn't the time to worry about the future. Tomorrow she'd confront Neil, challenge him, and ask him precisely what his plans were. But today she was still a wife, a wife enjoying the thrills of the hunt and she wanted only to be fucked – here in the tub, later on her bed, on the floor, on the Goddamned kitchen table, if the mood struck her.
She wanted to be fucked like a bitch in heat, and she wanted to come like a river overflowing its banks, like a giant dam bursting at the head of a narrow valley. There was so much lost time to make up for, and she had to regain every wasted second. "Oh fuck me fuck me fuck me," she gasped over and over as she rode him, and her writhing body, echoed the plea. This moment of passion was the only thing worth living for – she'd always known it, but not so truly as he knew it now, and no matter what course her life might take tomorrow, she we certain that would never truly matter.