Bang Up Job

I didn't feel my jaw drop when they came down, so that was something.

My mouth did open, though, but only when I leaned forward to capture her left nipple. I cupped her breast with both hands, getting that out of the way -- yet I wanted to be more thorough than that.

I had to nibble and bat her nipple around with my tongue, of course. And I had to fit as much of her tit in as I could. But after that, I kissed and glided my lips all around her nipple, then went down to kiss and suckle underneath her breast. Meanwhile, my right hand went to her other breast and gently massaged it.

I figured if Melissa was going all out for me, I owed her the same. As long as it took, I wanted to touch, kiss, taste and give special treatment to every inch of her chest. I considered it a husband's duty.

When I was done underneath her left breast, I nuzzled and kissed up her right side. My thumb rubbed the side of her other boob at the same time, for symmetry. I once again kissed the top of her tit, then went down her left side -- with my hands and fingers working the side of her other mound.

Finally I went back to the top of the mountain, so to speak. I probably kissed and licked parts I'd already gone over, yet I didn't mind seconds. However, I owed the same to her other breast too. So I kissed across her left one, spent some time in her cleavage, then started on every inch of her right one.

"Baby, you know what I like," Melissa said in between her quiet groans and encouraging noises.

To get more room, I laid her on her back and settled on top of her, my face buried in her right boob. Both hands held her chest and gave it a feathery touch, although they squeezed harder once my mouth got busier.

By the time I suckled down her right nipple, Melissa was beginning to writhe beneath me. She slowly wrapped her legs around me, making me more conscious of my....building recovery. And hers as well. Still, her body felt so soft and fit so well, I was in no hurry to go further yet.

I returned between her breasts and pushed them together, rubbing both nipples as best as I could. In the meantime, my tongue slid between her mounds and tried to fuck the opening for a while. When that ran its course, I pulled them apart and put my face back in, savoring their warmth on my cheeks.

I carried that feeling with me when I left her breasts, putting my face on her collarbone instead. My hands still stayed on Melissa's tits and stroked her nipples, all as I kissed and tasted her warm, smooth neck. This made Melissa start grinding on me again, while her hands went on my back.

I felt this crossing the line between sweet and naughty again. It still felt sweet when I kissed up Melissa's neck, to her chin and then to her lips. She was the first to insert her tongue when I palmed her nipples -- then she palmed my ass in return.

After she squeezed it, I broke off and had to chuckle in pleasant surprise. Melissa just smiled, still grasping my ass all the while. "Such a cute, firm tuckus," she commented, borrowing a term her TV husband might use.

"You're one to talk," I replied, remembering how I squeezed her own -- and what else I thought about doing to it. When she grinded on me so that I almost felt her wetness, I knew what I wanted to do next.

After another kiss and a final tit squeeze for now, I got up and on my feet. "On your stomach," I said, wondering if I should have asked. Still, I didn't sound any different than her when she had control. Whether she recognized that or not, Melissa followed my direction.

I took her legs and pulled her over to the edge of the bed, until she was bent over on it. I had to part her legs so I could get down on my knees behind her -- leaving her wet pussy and her heart shaped ass in my face. Putting just my hands on it for now, I picked up right where I left off in eating her out.

After reacquainting myself with her taste, I was ready for another meal. Sitting up higher, I hovered my face above her two succulent cheeks -- another body part covered up all too well. At least the public was still aware she had ample tits. As for this ample flesh....

I took a careful little nibble on her left cheek, but kissed it to make it better. I didn't kiss each inch of her ass like I tried to with her tits, but I spent a good deal of time on each cheek. Then my tongue spent some time between them.

"Oh, yeah...." Melissa said, to my relief. "Now who's naughty?" she teased, although it was still obvious it wasn't just me -- especially as she pushed her ass against my tongue. Eventually, my face did go back to her pussy, yet my hands kept rubbing her above.

I experimented with a few light slaps, just to see her jiggle. "Ooh! You like that?" Melissa asked, somewhat eagerly.

"You know I do," I confirmed before giving another slap on her right cheek. Just in case, I kissed it better anyway. "My wife's yummy, bouncy ass always gives me ideas. How about you?"

"I got a couple," Melissa hinted, right as I buried my face on her pussy again. I pushed her ass back against me for a time, but Melissa then did the pushing herself, by pushing herself away from me.

I watched her get off the bed, then got up and sat back down myself, waiting for her next move. "No, no. Wrong position," Melissa said as she stood next to me. This was the first time I'd seen her naked while standing up today, with her tiny, voluptuous figure on full display. Needless to say, I didn't change positions immediately.

But change I did, after Melissa coughed to snap me out of it. Guessing where this was going, I bent over in the same position she was in. I imagined the sight of her kneeling behind me like this would have looked weird to outsiders. Still, imagining is all you can do.

In my reality, I felt Melissa give my ass a playful little bite, then a kiss like I had done. She giggled and did the same to my other cheek, punctuating it by saying, "Yum. My husband's tasty down there too."

Then came the part where her tongue went between my cheeks. She only kept it there for a few seconds, though -- but I technically couldn't blame her.

Then came the part where she went down to suck on my balls. She just said, "Yum yum," after finishing with that, but still resumed after I groaned.

Melissa's hands stayed on my ass and tried to jiggle it, though she stopped short of slapping it. She wasn't as merciful to my balls, sucking them down and lathering them up noisily. After batting them around with my tongue, she licked the bottom of my shaft, which was more than ready again by now.

With one more big squeeze of my ass, Melissa gave my sack one more big suckle. She then broke off with a pop, going back up to peck both my cheeks. Afterwards, she used more strength than expected from a small girl like her. Or maybe I felt too gooey to stop her from flipping me over.

When she did, I was on my ass and lying on my back, yet Melissa stopped me from sitting up. She climbed up and straddled me, ready to cross off that last step. It happened when she put her hands on my chest, lifted her hips up and slowly took me in.

Melissa gripped my pecs a little tighter, so I took that as encouraging. I encouraged her by putting my hands on her hips and massaging gently. I looked like I was trying to help ease her pain, and she knew it -- so she rolled her eyes and slid down almost all the way.

I let out a surprised, thrilled breath, making Melissa smile knowingly. She began to slowly ride the top half of my cock, taking in more each time she went down. Soon enough, she sat directly on me, keeping my entire cock in for several moments.

Before long, she swung her hips back and forth, though I managed to hold onto them. When she lifted them up, she slammed back down and wiggled them, as if she would during a seductive walk. I felt more than seduced as Melissa picked up her riding and her tits bounced accordingly.

Her hands were still pressed against my chest, pinching and rubbing it when she could. Once I rose my hips to fuck her myself, she put her palms on my nipples and bucked harder.

I just kept raising my hips and kept the rest of me still, enjoying the view otherwise. As well as the feel of her shapely hips in my hands, the clear sight of her filled pussy, the hourglass curves of her waist, the swinging of those soft, giant tits, and the erotic joy tinged on her gorgeous eyes and lips.

All this sweet sexiness, hidden for so long. Well, hidden from the masses, not as much from me. And they'd get a taste when Maxim put those photos out. But only I was getting a real taste right now.

If I spoke then, I might have said something in awe about her being gorgeous, beautiful or sexy. All of which was true, although it might have been too trite here. I could be that sappy anytime, and I often was. She didn't come in here looking for that, though.

So instead, I slid my left hand over to her pussy and started rubbing. "You like that?" I asked.

"Why would you think I wouldn't?" Melissa said astutely.

"Well, I'm getting everything I wanted. And it wasn't my idea," I reminded. "You made this happen....you're in control. Typecasting shattered," I moaned, with a few harder pumps to add on.

"Oooh....that was the plan, all right," Melissa said, clenching me tighter.

"Yeah....what's the plan say now?" I asked. "Wanna be wild? Sweet? Dirty? Anything else? Anything you want....tell me and I'm in. Command me," I offered, pumping her although she largely stopped moving.

I slowed down as she kept thinking it over, but still brushed my fingers around her lower lips. After giving her a tiny pinch, she began to smile. Yet instead of telling me what she wanted, she laid back down on me and gave me a pretty forceful kiss.

Just as I was getting into it, she broke off. Before I could say it wasn't fair, she told me, "Stand up and keep fucking me." Yeah, she always did like that. I saw the benefits, too.

Putting my arms around her, I spun around and held on tight as I got on my feet. Melissa's legs quickly wrapped around me, helping her stay in my arms as I stood up. After I got her back inside me, she began rocking her hips as my hands clenched right above her ass.

"Back up to the wall," Melissa ordered. Somewhat more puzzled, I still did what she said and walked backwards, keeping her around me and inside me. When my back hit the wall, Melissa's hips went faster as she rode me -- more like she was pinning me.

Her breasts collided into my chest, and I bent down to give the tops another kiss. Melissa pushed her hips harder on mine, leaving me to get into the game. I relaxed against the wall, even as Melissa all but pushed me through it with her hips alone.

"Enjoying the view?" I asked when I caught my breath.

"Uh huh....so that's what the weather's like up there," Melissa joked, even as she kept humping. "You like being pinned?"

"If you do, I do," I played along.

"I do...." Melissa trailed off, gyrating her hips a while longer. "Actually, I could stand to lie down. And I was pretty comfy....over the bed."

I wanted to figure it out before she had to spell it out and break the mood. Over the bed....like bent over....oh. Yeah, that was doable.

I let Melissa fuck me against the wall for a few more moments, then I moved my legs and carried her back to bed. I set her down, then turned her in the same bent over position we were both in. This time, I was gonna take advantage with more than my tongue.

After she relaxed on her stomach, I got behind her ass and put myself right back in. I watched her peach of an ass bounce and ripple, but then remembered another key word from back there.

I took just a few more seconds to savor the view from below -- then I laid on top of it. Now I was pinning her, except by lying on her back and sliding my hands under her body. They landed on her chest, giving me something to hold on to as I resumed pounding her.

I hoped I wasn't crushing her, but the noises she was making didn't sound painful -- not the bad painful, anyway. With our size difference, her head was lying below mine, so I couldn't kiss her or see her reactions. Squeezing her nipples between my fingers would have to do for extra help.

"Oh, fuck.....Jesus," Melissa moaned.

"And you play the Catholic girl," I joked -- anything to keep me from cumming.

"Oh, fuck you, then. Even more," she shot back. "I will if you roll over."

Reluctantly, I turned over and laid on my back, with Melissa lying on my stomach. We only fucked in that pose for a few moments, before she turned herself over and straddled me again. This time, she kissed me rapidly as I fit myself in again, then broke and furiously suckled and nibbled my neck and upper chest.

Although I was supposed to do what she said, her passion was getting to be too much. I had to match it with unscheduled moves of my own. Mine was rolling her back over to the middle of the bed, where I kissed and nibbled her ear while fucking her, moaning extra lewdly for her benefit.

The next few minutes followed a similar pattern. She got me to roll over so she could ride, kiss and nibble me, then I put her on her back and devoured her breasts, and then she turned us on our sides. We rolled back and forth until we were on our sides again, with a nearly out of breath Melissa saying, "Tell me when you're close, baby...."

"About three minutes ago...." I panted, just about done holding out.

Fortunately or not, Melissa reached down and got herself off my cock. She grabbed my left hand before I could fix it, telling me, "Finish me with your fingers. Don't even touch your cock."

In my normal state of mind, I would have seen it as genius. Since nothing about this was normal, I practically whined before Melissa put my fingers in. Pent up and needing release, I jammed my fingers deep inside her, hoping to finish her off quickly.

Melissa helped by riding my hand, as she sounded pretty close. I couldn't take chances, so as she rode my right hand, my left hand went on her hip and slid to her ass. There, I pushed it forward -- as if Melissa wasn't doing so already -- and gave it a short, rapid series of slaps.

With both of us pushing her groin forward and my fingers wiggling into her, Melissa couldn't hold out any longer. "Fuck, that's it....let me cum all over you....ahh!" she screamed, temporarily sounding as squeaky as Bernadette.

But her moans were throatier as her orgasm went on, with her cumming on my fingers as she asked. She laid her head down and I rested my left hand on her ass, no longer patting or slapping it. When her breath and pussy stabilized, I took my fingers out and examined what she left behind on them.

"Put them on my tits," Melissa caught her breath to order. Since this wasn't a time to make her upset, I did what she asked. I smeared her cum and juices on both her nipples, then sucked them off, assuming that was the next step. "Good.....gives me a preview," she said for some reason.

"What kind of preview?" I asked to the point, now remembering my own predicament.

"I think....I can still sit," she predicted. "Don't touch your cock until I'm ready."

"To finish me off," I stopped beating around the bush, now that hers was satisfied.

"To inspire you....to finish yourself," she kept being cryptic. I just bit my tongue, trusting her to explain better for now.

"Look....I'm sure those Maxim guys wished they could jack off while I was posing. But there's only one person I might let get away with it. And he wasn't there," Melissa stated, then reached down and lightly touched my cock. "Now he's here. And I wanna see him lose control over me."

"That'll be a stretch...." I tried to pacify myself with sarcasm. Meanwhile, Melissa moved herself back to the edge of the bed.

"Come on. Get up and show me what they wanted to do. Then shoot the results on me," Melissa requested. "Last order, I promise."

I could breathe easy again, and my cock was throbbing at a manageable rate. So what the hell was one more order? On that bit of self-confidence, I got up and went to the left edge of the bed, where Melissa was sitting.

"Great. Let me just lube it up for you," Melissa said -- prior to taking me down her mouth again. She licked me up and swallowed, which would have made me fill her mouth again a few minutes earlier. Here, I was just throbbing again, and pretty wet by the time she let go.

"Now start," she told me. I carefully put my hand on my lubed shaft, stroking gently to make sure I could make this last. I was less confident when I saw Melissa put her hands behind her on the bed, leaning back with her chest out.

She smiled as I pumped faster, then she laid down on her side. Putting her left elbow on the bed and leaning on her hand, she laid provocatively and trailed her right hand over her curved hip. Soon, she rolled on her back and put her hands on her tits, then slowly trailed them down her waist and onto her pussy.

My pumping went quicker as Melissa sat back up, flipping her hair and putting her hands on her knees -- squeezing her tits together with her forearms in the process. "You have....no idea how hard I'm fighting....not to say work it," I faked her out.

"Well, that you can fight. The rest....you can let go right here, whenever you want," Melissa looked down at her chest. "Come on....cum for your cover girl."

Not waiting for me to obey, she got up on her feet. With an extra strut, she got over, put her hands on my shoulder, stood on her toes and kissed me. This kiss was slow, sensual and ended with her suckling my lower lip. After slowly pulling back and letting it go, she turned her back to me and walked away, swinging her bare hips and ass for my enjoyment.

When she turned around, she had her back against the wall. Her legs were slightly crossed and her arms were open -- reminding me of one of her Maxim poses. She stood there watching my cock, then looked me right in the eye, in a way that would have had photographers covering up their boners with their cameras.

As for mine, it couldn't hide and didn't want to. It openly sprayed what felt like a tank of cum on her chest and collar. Some of it probably landed on the floor or wall, but that wasn't a priority right now.

After it was done, I took notice of the cum on Melissa's upper body -- before she pushed her tits up and started licking it off. Now the thing about her cum on her nipples being a "good preview" made some sense.

Melissa wiped the cum above her tits and licked it off her fingers. Now that she looked clean, she smiled that regular loving smile of hers, then walked over to give me a regular kiss. Regardless of my own cum still on her lips.

"Bang up job," she told me, ignoring or missing the choice of words. I exhaled, still somewhat frozen while Melissa merely picked up her stolen clothes and the pictures.

I just let her collect on in silence, until she broke it by saying, "You know those pictures don't leave here. Not until the magazine leaks them online, anyway."

"Sure...." I muttered.

"And you've only got a day to keep the other souvenirs. I'll have to mail them back anonymously tomorrow," Melissa said. "Any pictures you take of them stay here too, okay?"

"Whatever you say," I mustered.

"Good," Melissa chirped, coming back over to me. "I suppose it'd just be easier to keep them in here."

"You've got a point," I began to use my brain. "Probably be easier with two people guarding them too. Two people who need to pass the time to avoid boredom."

"If only I was married to such a man," Melissa teased, lying the contraband on a chair nearby.

"Might as well distract yourself with me first," I offered. Melissa agreed before jumping back into bed with me.

It seemed like the best way to keep an eye on her stolen stuff -- and the wife usually knows best.

THE END