Since graduating from college, Simon and Melissa lived with her parent's at their large estate in Rhode Island. Melissa, more than Simon, wanted to move out, away from her rich father's influence. Even though he had the best intentions in the world, Melissa didn't want her husband conforming to her father's conservative way of life, which she felt Simon would if they remained living there. As it was, her husband could be a real stick in the mud at times, and Melissa didn't want him getting any worse.
Her prayers were answered one day when Simon received an unexpected job offer from one of his old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead used all of her charms and every trick she knew to coax Simon into accepting the offer, which was no small accomplishment since her father had a counter offer for a large pay increase and a better position within his corporation for Simon. In the end though, Melissa won out, and they moved away to Simon's hometown in northern Wisconsin.
Tonight, a week after their move, her husband's old high school friends were having a welcome home party at The Landing, a small lodge hidden deep in the woods. Away from their wives for the evening, Simon's buddies proceeded to get drunk out of their minds while telling Melissa, the only woman present, about the wild times they use to have together.
After a couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales, Melissa began feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed. In yet another toast made by someone, she gulped down her fifth shot of whiskey. Melissa, feeling no pain and more than a little horny, then started giving her husband some not-so-subtle suggestions about how amorous she was. With a drink in her hand and sporting a devilish grin, the petite redhead uncharacteristically walked up to him and asked Simon to go outside, suggestively squeezing his buns and winking at him.
Simon grumbled, "Maybe, later."
Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour later, Melissa walked over to the far end of the patio behind The Landing. The view was incredible. It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full moon hanging in the sky. Like the largest light bulb ever created, the moonbeams sparkled off the water of the lake below, bathing the surrounding forest and patio in a soft white glow. When she reached the railing, Melissa noticed the shadow of someone off to the side, but she was too horny to concern herself with one of her husband's drunk friends.
Slowly turning around, she tilted her head back, and parted her lips for a kiss. His hands immediately went to her breasts as he bent down to kiss her. Melissa felt him groping around at the top of her expensive dress, almost ripping it, as he tried to get his hands inside. He finally pushed her dress from her shoulders and pulled it down. His touch felt like fire when his fingertips finally dipped inside the lace cups of her bra. Melissa could feel his urgency, his desire, and she was happy that it matched hers. She heard a slight tear, then a loud rip. In his lustful state he had torn her bra apart. The round curves and softness of her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night air. Melissa didn't care that he had ripped her bra. She had waited three long hours for this, and a torn piece of clothing wasn't going to dampen her excitement.
He pinched her already hardened nipples while his lips continued to crush and smother hers in a sloppy kiss. Melissa moaned her hunger into his open mouth. He dropped his hands and seized the undulating cheeks of her firm ass. Because he was 6' 4" and she was only 5' 5", even with 3" heels on, their embrace didn't last long. Already Melissa's neck was getting sore from leaning back at such an awkward angle. Breaking their kiss, she pressed her hands against his chest, and stepped back a bit.
Simon's heart almost stopped.
His wife reached out to open his jeans. With lust in her eyes, Melissa quickly undid his pants, and pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles while dropping to her knees in front of him. Melissa teasingly licked and kissed her way slowly up his thighs. He gritted his teeth when her lips parted, and she encircled the crown of his dick with them. He thought his head would explode when his wife's mouth began to suck and swallow his now completely hard shaft. Her saliva was making his dick glisten like the lake below them.
In the two years they had known each other, Melissa had never sucked Simon off. He was too stunned by the sight of her luscious, red lips sliding up and down that thick rod to say anything to her now. While she gently fondled his testicles with her right hand, his wife reached around and massaged his ass with her other one. Melissa then began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded to steadily increase its loving action. Almost ready to climax, he reached for the back of her head, but Melissa removed her mouth from his cock and raised herself up.
"I can't wait any longer. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now!" his wife panted as she lifted her dress up to her waist and spread her feet apart.
Simon had tried telling her that The Landing wasn't as fancy as the places back east, only a local hang out for the loggers and a few sportsmen who knew of it, but Melissa insisted on dressing up for the party anyway. In the bright moonlight, the sight of her shapely legs encased in tan nylons and perched atop a pair of high heels was the most erotic vision Simon had ever seen. When Melissa's trimmed, red pussy hairs came into view, Simon was shocked. He didn't know she had left the house without wearing any panties.
With the top of her dress down and the bottom of it raised, Melissa hoped she looked like a woman begging to be fucked. That's what she was, and that's what she wanted to look like. It had been over a month since Simon had fucked her last, and Melissa thought she'd die if she didn't get fucked now.
With ease, he lifted her 105-pound frame up and kissed her hard on the mouth. Melissa wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back with a passion she didn't know she had. When her silky legs surrounded his mid-section and she locked her ankles together, he cupped the cheeks of her small ass in the palms of his hands. With one swift and powerful thrust, his entire cock pierced and buried itself inside her pussy. Melissa suddenly broke their kiss and cried out. Savoring the way his cock had enlarged and filled her pussy so completely, she held herself steady for a moment. Every nerve in her body tingling with excitement and a barrage of fireworks was going off behind her tightly closed eyelids. After the initial wave of pleasure passed, Melissa looked into his eyes and in a throaty whisper said; "It's been so long!" She then crushed her mouth over his in another wet and passionate kiss.
"Come on, baby, really give it to me. Fuck my brains out! Faster! Faster!" Melissa hissed as she began to wildly bounce up and down, impaling herself upon his cock with every once of energy she had.
Simon was starting to feel dizzy, and wasn't able to stand on his own two feet any longer. While Melissa continued to fuck him like some sex-starved nymphomaniac, Simon weakly dropped down to sit on the wooden bench by the railing.
Melissa cried out again, "Come on, honey, fuck me faster! Please, baby, faster! I'm almost there. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
Suddenly, Simon became sick to his stomach. Just in time, he leaned over the patio and heaved his guts out.
After Melissa straightened out her clothes, she kissed him one more time then went back to rejoin the party. Simon threw up again when the man who just fucked his wife followed her inside.
"Good morning, sleepy head." he heard a soft and far away voice say.
The throbbing pain started as soon as Simon opened his eyes. Melissa leaned forward and gently kissed her husband on the forehead, while her hand ducked under the covers.
"How could you?" was all Simon said, not even flinching when Melissa's cold fingertips touched his crotch. "Hey, I did everything I could last night to get you to... you know... make love to me. I'm still horny, Simon." The pain in his temples was replaced by dizziness as blurred images of the scene he witnessed on the patio at The Landing came back to him. Melissa's silky legs were wrapped around another man. Another man's huge hands were squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she furiously leaped up and down on him. Another man's tongue was probing her open mouth in an eager kiss. Simon closed his eyes in torment. Was it all just a bad dream? Did he only imagine that Melissa had sex with someone else last night? His wife mistook his confused look as a sign of a hangover.
"Do you want something for your headache, or how about some breakfast?" Melissa asked as she slipped out of bed and threw her robe on "Maybe after you're feeling better, we could... mess around."
"Mess around?" Simon said, then mumbled under his breath as she walked out of their bedroom, "That's not what I'd call it!"
Melissa was right about one thing though; Simon was experiencing the worst headache of his life. It had been a long time since he went out drinking with the guys, and now it was time to pay the piper. His stomach did a sudden flip-flop, and he made a mad, stumbling dash for their bathroom.
On his knees in homage, Simon had no offering for the porcelain god. His belly was empty. All he could do was listen to his gut wrenching prayers as they echoed around in the rotund bowl, making his head pound that much more. His stomach began hurting from the violent convulsions it was going through, trying to present anything in praise to the short, white deity he was kneeling in front of, but it had nothing to give. Like a rejected beggar, Simon bowed his head and implored the powers to be for mercy. The icy-cold, ceramic altar was soothing his forehead when his silent petition was answered. The toilet seat came crashing down on the back of his neck.
"Oh, honey, are you okay?"
Simon turned toward the compassionate voice he heard, and looked up through the hallow-like hole above his head.
"My, oh, my! Don't we look green." Melissa said and then started laughing.
"It's not funny!" Simon groaned, half in anger, half in self-pity.
"From where I'm standing, you look funny. Here," Melissa said as she grabbed her husband's arm and helped him to his feet, "get back to bed. You'll need to sleep this one off."
After making him take some aspirin with a full glass of orange juice, Melissa tucked her husband into bed like a little boy.
"JESUS H. CHRIST! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" shouted a voice that woke him up.
"Leave me alone!" Simon grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to see who was there.
"Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?" Simon's best friend Bob yelled out.
"It should be ready in a few minutes."
"Come on, those muskies are practically dying to jump in the boat, LETS GO!"
All Bob got was another tortured grunt.
"Did Simple Simon have too much to drink last night? Does his little head hurt?" Bob teased.
"Weekend Weed Whacker!"
Simon opened his eyes at his friend's last jab. He remembered it was a derogatory nickname the locals called all the city people.
"What the hell are you doing here? It's not even..." then Simon remembered they were suppose to go fishing this morning. "Damn, what did those people on the East Coast do to you?" Bob said, then quickly yanked the covers off of Simon.
"Hey, Melissa, Simian's got one of them retractable fishing rods and the line's all tangled up! You better get in here and help this poor boy, cause I sure as hell Anita!"
"OKAY, I'm up already! Now get the hell out of here while I get dressed!"
"Never mind. False alarm." Bob shouted.
In the kitchen, Melissa sarcastically stated, "Another one!"
"I need to ask you something, Bob."
"No, we're not going in! I don't care how many times you throw up, or how green you get. I'm always out here until I get my quota, so don't ask again."
"It has nothing to do with that." Simon said.
"What is it then?"
When his friend didn't answer, Bob turned his head around. Simon seemed to be looking at something in the distance, so Bob followed his line of sight, and tried to figure out what it was. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he asked again, "Well, you going to tell me what's on your mind?"
Confused, hurt, angry and still hung over, Simon said, "Never mind."
Melissa was so startled to hear the knocking at the front door that she almost dropped the box of crystal she was carrying into the dinning room. Setting it on the table, she yelled out, "I'll be right there!" A man wearing only a T-shirt and jeans, his back turned to the door was standing on their porch. Boy, she thought, They sure grow them big up here! Melissa suddenly realized she was still only dressed in her short robe. She jumped when the man began knocking again. Opening the door up enough to stick her head out, the half-naked housewife asked, "What can I do for you?"
"Hi there! My name's Jack. Sorry to bother you, but can I use your phone? My truck got a flat and I need to call somebody out here. It's just down the road a bit." he said with a smile.
"Don't you have a spare?" Melissa asked, afraid to let a stranger in the house, especially the way she was dressed.
"Don't I wish! Listen, I haul logs for the mill, so it's not my rig, but if I'm not back by a certain time, I'll be in deep shit. Look, I just need to let them know I got a flat, then I'll go back out there and wait for them to send somebody to fix it."
"Where are my manners? I'm sorry. Come in, the phone is in the living room." Melissa said as she opened the door all the way.
Jack stepped in and followed her as she walked past him after closing the door. Tom was right. Not only was the redhead beautiful, but she had a fantastic body! She was a little small for his taste, but if everything else Tom said was true, he could overlook that. When Melissa turned around to face him and point at the phone on a table by the wall, Jack had to swallow his heart. The red haired beauty before him had the biggest pair of tits he'd ever seen on a woman her size.
While Jack was on the phone, Melissa knew she should have gotten dressed. Every time she turned around the man's eyes were on her. It was like he didn't care if anyone was on the other end of the line. Her cheeks turned red and her pulse quickened when she saw his gaze fix upon her breasts. Pulling her robe together to hide her from his stare only seemed to make Jack's eyes grow larger. Looking down, she noticed the thin material of her short, white satin robe was stretched tightly across her chest, making her erect nipples even more visible. Completely embarrassed for getting excited just from having a man look at her, Melissa ran into the kitchen.
"I've got to hand it to you, Tom, you were right." Jack said when the woman disappeared. "She sure is something else! How long have I got?"
"Well, it's only nine and she's probably sober by now, so be here when everybody gets back from lunch." his boss said.
"Thanks! See you at one." Jack replied as he hung up the phone. He smiled to himself recalling the story Tom had told him of the previous evening. Shit, right in front of her husband. This little redhead may be a keeper.
Now all he had to do was figure out a way of getting the redhead to let him stay in the house while a fictitious emergency truck repaired his fictitious flat tire.
"Say, lady!" he called out, "Can I use your bathroom?"
"It's the first door on the left, down the hallway."
When she heard the man close the bathroom door, Melissa raced from the kitchen and into her bedroom. She hurriedly straightened up the bed, and threw her robe off. After wiggling into a tight pair of pink bikini panties, she searched for a matching bra in her dresser drawer. From the corner of her eye, Melissa saw something move, and bolted upright in surprise.
Less than two feet away, Jack was standing in the open doorway to the adjoining bathroom. He didn't say anything, didn't even apologize for sneaking up on her, but then he didn't have to. The way he was looking at Melissa said it all. Before, when he was on the phone, his looks were appreciative, even complimentary. Now, there was something else in his eyes, and Melissa started to tremble.
Jack was awed by the near flawless set of tits the young redhead had. And her nipples! My God, they were the most perfectly shaped little nubs he had ever laid eyes on!
The two of them just stood there, both with their mouth open and both wanting something different. Neither knew what the other's next move was going to be, so they both were afraid to move. Wearing only a flimsy pair of panties, Melissa felt vulnerable and helpless. On the other hand, Jack couldn't remember the last time he was this sexually aroused. It was certain they couldn't just let the tension keep building up between them, one of them had to do something, but which one was going to make the first move?
Last night, Melissa had too much to drink, and just got carried away. That's all it was. Yet, like last night, she could feel her pussy beginning to moisten, and she became embarrassed again. The young wife looked down, to keep the man from seeing the way she was blushing. Her heart skipped several beats, and she stopped breathing. The man's cock was sticking out of his open jeans, coming to life, bouncing slightly, as it grew larger and stiffer. Her nipples hardened all the more at the sight, and Melissa became ashamed from the way she was reacting.
Tentatively, Jack raised his right hand. Melissa flinched at his sudden movement, but stood her ground. Slowly he reached out to her. The sigh she let escape from her lips as he touched her breast told Jack all he needed to know. He reached out with his other hand and began slowly squeezing both her tits. Melissa legs wobbled, and another sigh escaped from her still open and suddenly dry mouth. Jack released her breasts, and his hands slid to her rib cage. Melissa clamped her eyes shut and bit her lower lip as she raised her head. Her mouth opened with a soft and pleading moan as his hands surrounded her slim waist. She felt his fingers at her hips, hooking inside the only piece of clothing she had on. Like a hot knife through butter, Jack ripped her panties on both sides.
Melissa's only response was to look up, not in surprise, but in anticipation of his next move. Jack noticed the change in her and reached down. Melissa's legs parted, and he lazily pulled the torn and useless panties from between her quivering thighs. At that moment, they both knew she was his. Melissa, almost in a trance, walked over to the bed. She couldn't believe that she was again going to fuck a man she didn't even know!
"That makes twelve, six each, right?"
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Jesus, Simon, you really look like shit! How about we get you a little hair of the dog that bit you?"
"I just want to go back to bed." Simon said as he put his fishing gear away.
"By the way, don't forget you and Mel are suppose to come over tonight for dinner. Sue's been dying to meet your wife." Bob said.
"I meant to ask you about that. How come nobody else brought their wife or girlfriend last night?"
"I'm not suppose to tell you this, but all the girls are planning a big surprise dinner for you two day after tomorrow. Tell Mel to be prepared, too. Some of them are pissed at her for catching you. I'm pretty sure she'll even hear some catty remarks from Sue tonight."
"Look, Bob, I only dated Sue once, then stepped aside when you told me how you felt about her."
"Shit, I'm not accusing you of anything. I wouldn't mind being in your shoes, though. A lot of the other guys feel the same way. We're just jealous. Hell, you were the star jock at school, had your pick of any girl you wanted, got a nice scholarship, married a gal whose not only smart but also has the sexiest body. You and Melissa are the envy of the whole town, so you better get use to it. The same goes for the rest of us. Yeah, I'm a little jealous, too, but I am what I am. Just do me a favor, will you?"