It was a Long Way Round

She almost ran upstairs, and half tore her blouse off, he caught her and they fell on to the bed in a rage of fire and mutual sexual need. Both of them in a desperate race to fuck, be fucked, and cum, together or separately, but to cum was the object of unadulterated desire. In seconds her young buck was in her, her even now sore pussy regaled in the feeling of the young hard cock within her most secret of places. And the desired orgasm hit her with such a tremendous shuddering bang she couldn't breathe.

Garth pounded at her, with unknown ferocity, his cock was so hard that when he came, it felt as if he had been axed down the middle of his shaft. His cock split in two, he ejected a humongous amount of hot spewing sperm into his friends beautiful mother once again. But to his credit he never stopped or gave up, in his mind he had to keep screwing her, to let her know that this was what she needed and wanted from him.

His cock had the staying power, he rammed her full and empty so often Melody was like a rag doll fluttering about in a strong breeze on the end of his mighty Cumberland sausage special. He kissed her, and then both fought for breath in the kiss, grunting and growling together.

Garth fell back as he had on the previous Friday; he was spent, but knew there was more to come, a lot more, his tank had plenty of gas left. What he didn't legislate for was Melody's reaction the crashing sex she had just had, a climax like never before, better than those she had had with him.

But her mind wasn't on him, her feeling of making a serious error returned. It had to stop, this was so so dangerous, not only to her, but her family, having sex with her son's friend was about the worst thing she could imagine, no matter how wonderful it was, and it been. The shame would be catastrophic, the whole neighbourhood, her friends, their friends, the relations.

"Garth," she said, he turned to her with that loving enigmatic smile of his, and her heart lurched. "This has to be the end, I am sorry, but you must go, and go now!" Her words had a finality that resonated with him, he knew, he felt it. This was it.

"Please Melody, don't say that, we, us, this is so good, even you have to admit it," he told her.

"Yes Garth it is," she answered, "and it is also far too dangerous for you and for me. All our families' lives, including yours, will be ruined if this gets out. It stops Garth, and it stops here, I am so sorry, but now go, please?" She climbed off the bed, picked up his things and made him dress.

Then she ushered him down, and without a further word, she gave him a brief kiss on the cheek she walked him out of her door and away. Garth knew it was over, and he was sad, but he was also cockahoop at having fucked her several times and no one would ever be able to take that away, even though he would never tell anyone, well, not for many years anyway.

Melody sat quietly at her kitchen table, pondering over this wonderful but so bad event, she would remember him with fondness, and kindness for the rest of her life. But unknown to her he had changed her forever. He had shown her that there was more to her than she knew, or realised. She had a fondness for being dominated sexually, but yet didn't know or realise it, that it was, or had been dormant within her.

Over the next two or three weeks she averted Garth, he had called round but she always had the door locked when on her own. She felt sorry for him, she felt sorry for herself, but it had to be this way, there was no other. She also had a feeling of irritability within herself, like a scratch you can't itch.

It bothered her, she even went to the doctor and he found nothing wrong, he assured her she was 100% healthy, and as she left he looked at her, and though he was near to retirement and happily married, he thought fleetingly, wistfully, if for only a moment, 'I wish.'

Melody was a slow burning ember waiting to be ignited, by whom, or how, she didn't ask of herself, why? Because she wasn't aware of it.

She and her husband had made love over that three weeks about five times, Melody had got 'off' on all occasions leaving her happy and satisfied, for a few hours, or a couple of days. But the irritability returned and it annoyed her, she was tetchy or stroppy with anyone, it was within in her. She had taken herself to bed and had a good sex session with an imaginary hunk, this brought relief, of sorts.

She considered calling Garth but resisted, she found herself looking and checking out guys whilst out shopping, or where ever she might find herself. Often her succulent pussy would moisten, even flood sometimes when she got herself excited, her nipples would pop and crackle.

Then one Thursday morning around 11, her husband rang to tell her Terry, his boss, might call round because he was in the vicinity on business. Vic said, "Be nice to him Mel, it could be beneficial to us one day."

Melody of course promised she would be, and raced around the house tidying up as she went, Vic had said he might be there about 1 o clock or so. She had already showered and washed her hair which was now up in carefully manufactured waves and curls. All she had to do was a little make up, and dress accordingly.

She happened to glance at some earnings she had recently bought, they were dangly tear drop diamonds on silver chains, not real, but they looked the part, she put them on and then picked up the matching necklace. She tried it on and liked it; it nestled sweetly into the crevice of her delightful cleavage.

The dress she selected was a simple summer one, pleated to the waist, and buttoned at the top, a small cowgirl collar, and short sleeved, it was white and lovely. She admired herself in the mirror and told herself. "That'll do Mel," she told herself in the mirror, "comfy but reasonably elegant enough to impress Vic's boss."

It was gone 1.20 when the doorbell rang, Mel was irritable and itchy; she wasn't annoyed, or even perturbed by his apparent lateness. She was aroused without feeling it, her lips were filled with hot blood, and her gorgeous eyes sparkled and tinkled in the light. She felt her flesh gently squeeze the diamond nestling between her fascinating breasts.

This diamond pendant was to be her starting point for an affair with her husband's young boss. She was blissfully ignorant of her upcoming abandonment of her marriage vows proper. Her fling with Garth had been an aberration, one she hadn't intended, and one she knew now for certain would never progress any further than it had.

"Hi Mr Calder," Melody greeted him warmly. She took his breath away, and his cock jumped, just as it had on the four previous meetings they had had. He marvelled at her innocent beauty and feline grace.

"Please Melody, may I call you Melody?" he asked her. "Call me Terry; Mr Calder is too pompous for a social occasion between friends, yes?"

"Thank you Terry and yes please, do call me Melody," she trilled.

"No wonder you were christened Melody, your voice is a song!" He laughed. This pleased her immensely, she loved compliments. She took in his appearance and demeanour in, in a heartbeat. 'Mmmmm, he is very good looking isn't her?' she told herself. "Please come in Terry, I was just making fresh coffee would you like some?"

"Yes I would please," he responded and followed her into the kitchen, the pot was percolating nicely. "Please let me show you into the sitting room," she told him. He followed her again, groaning at the sight of this luscious sexy older woman in front of him. She sat him in an arm chair, caught a whiff of his man smell, and her nipples frazzled, now she knew what her irritability was about. It was sexual deprivation, need, want, desire, frustration, and the inner desire for a sexual beast of a man.

One that Garth had errantly shown her to be to herself, but not able to recognise it. Not until now, now she knew, and her first thought about it was, 'What on earth will I do if he makes a pass at me, flirts, or even tries something?' At that her body called her to the bar, the internal shudder, hidden from him told her what would happen.

Melody was confused now to say the least, she knew her body well enough, or she had thought she had. But being in the close proximity of a virile man was, and had turned her on. She suddenly saw a picture in her mind of her being held down by this man, and him making love to her, unasked, unsaid, and unerringly.

"I'll get the coffee," she murmured, and managed to make her way out of the room without bumping into anything. She quickly returned with a tray and two cups of coffee on them. This was where things took off, and where her destiny was sealed.

Terry Calder was a long divorced man, no children; his wife had run off with another man. Things were alright now, but he had vowed to be careful in the future. He was the MD of a company owned by a friend of his fathers, he was a global financier. And Terry being a chip off the old block had been brought in to save this ailing company, and had done so.

Melody's husband had played a good part in the rescue and was being amply rewarded, with the promise in the future of possible head man, but that was a long way off. Now his wife was in dire danger from him, though he was going to tread carefully, he wanted her of that there was no doubt, and was indeed going to 'try' it on!

In the kitchen Melody had questioned herself, asking in her mind, 'what is wrong with you? But the answer was dawning now, she wanted to be loved, and if possible, screwed, and heavily. The sexual conflict that Garth had pioneered was now out in the open, well, it was afar as Melody was concerned. But she had no idea of what lay ahead for her in a few minutes.

She smiled at him, but knew her smile wasn't the smile you gave to a friend, no, this was a smile that said. "I like you Terry, I like you a lot." This wasn't lost on him, and it gave him encouragement. She put the tray down, and handed him his coffee, as she leaned over, her necklace swung free and her cleavage tried to say hello to him.

He didn't quite get a hold of the saucer the coffee was on, and it spilled all over the armchair he was in. He jumped up in alarm, Melody squealed, and started to pat him down, touching him nearly brought her to the boil. She rushed off for a cloth, and he dried the little coffee that had splashed him, but the chair was soaked.

Melody couldn't apologise enough, almost breaking into tears. "Here," he said, "sit down, come on, it's alright, no damage at all apart maybe for your chair." She sat in the middle of her sofa, and TC, as he was known, sat next to her and consoled her by by outing a subtle arm around her and saying, "no one will ever know about this Melody, it's our secret okay?"

She smiled her gratitude as TC put his arm gently around her shoulders; he couldn't stop the deep intake of breath as he felt her, and then smelled her close up. "My Melody," he said softly, "that is a beautiful pendant you're wearing, may I?" He asked, hoping taking her mind off the spilt coffee.

Without waiting for her to respond, his fingers touched it, and they also touched her firm soft tender, and now extremely sensitive breasts, Melody gave an audible, but very soft 'Oh.' He nestled it in his fingers, Melody looked down and saw the back of his hand come to rest, the middle knuckles of his fingers sitting in the crack of her cleavage and Melody gave in.

His hot flesh seared Melody's brain, as well as the skin attached to his fingers. He didn't know it of course; he was in the first throes of his hopeful seduction of the wondrous wife of his employee. He raised it up and offered it next to her eyes.

"I don't know which is the most beautiful, this, or that brilliant lovely sparkle in your eyes," he said softly but gruffly. His own arousal was getting the better of him. "Yes I do!" he told her confidently, "your eyes are so wondrous they would dim any diamond anywhere!"

Melody was enamoured, totally under his spell, he of course was still ignorant of this, but that's when he leaned over and down, then kissed her. Melody jumped back in surprise, he followed and reconnected.

"Terry, Mr Cald... oh Mmmmmm, Ooooh, oh ahhhhhh," was all she could say, because his kiss got more urgent, covering her feeble protest, Melody replied by giving it back. They sank into the sofa, and arms and hands sought and found refuge around the other.

"Melody," he whispered between hot lips. "Shhhhhh," she countered, "later." The kiss and kisses grew in intensity. She felt his raw, male sexual predatory power emanating from him into her; it excited her enormously, more than she had known before. And Melody wanted nothing more than for him to show her that power, show her who was boss! He did.

He swung her around quickly and she was lying on her back with her husband's boss half over her. Melody suddenly felt she had to let him know if she could, how she wanted this to be. And the only thing she could think of was to say in her best, small, little girl voice, one that showed her innocence and child like desire.

She threw her arms over her head in a definite gesture of surrender, and said. "What are you going to do to me?" Her voice was tiny, and submissive. This galvanised him into supreme action, He took her nipples, kissed her ferociously, propped his knee between her parted legs and rubbed her pussy.

"Any thing I want to do Melody, anything I want, okay?" he asked her in a dominant, but to him, unsure voice. "Yes Terry, I can't stop you, I know that, I give in, please be nice to me?" her tiny voice kicked him forward.

"I want to take you upstairs Melody, in your bed, where I can give you what you want and you can satisfy me as well, now!" He ordered, he was terrified in case she jumped up and fucked him off.

"Yes okay, if you tell me to," she simpered, Melody was absolutely loving this, she was also appalled by her bodily and mindful reactions. But not knowing why, being commanded by someone as powerful as her husband's boss, and her, having no recourse but to do what she was being told.

Her body exploded in a fire ball of sexual emotion, it shocked her far beyond anything she had ever experienced, and Melody couldn't understand it. She was compelled by what lay within her to obey. Even at that very moment, she asked herself what was going on, why was she being like this, what was happening to her?

Her sexual reasoning didn't go as far as explanations. She pushed her way past him from underneath and led the way, holding out her hand for him to grasp and follow. TC went more than willingly, the mature beauty he had wanted from afar was taking him to her bed, he had ordered it yes, but it was he who was trailing in her wake.

He was more than a man of the world, he had been with women who played this submissive game, and he had even paid for it in the past when necessity ruled. But somehow he felt that Melody wasn't playing. His thoughts were out running him, how could this be happening, this wasn't the Melody he had met before at functions.

But did he care right now? No he fucking didn't, he was almost being dragged upstairs by a beautiful and wanton sexy woman, one he had sexually desired from the instant he set eyes on. And now in her own home, to her own bed. He was the most willing of pursuers, as they got they he stopped her, pulled her to him and she fell into his arms.

"Oh Terry, I need you, I need you," she cried, her submission to him was overtaking her, her need for his cock was paramount, sexual relief was her only sanctuary. He half tore her dress off, 'she wanted dominance, she will get dominance,' he told himself. In seconds they were scrambling to get each other's clothes off, Melody made for his prick. As her tiny hand closed around it she cooed.

Her eyes lifted to him in appreciation, its hardness a testament to her own machinations of desire she built in him. Her pussy pooled, her nipples blew up, her body crackled with static electricity charging her.TC got her on her bed, the bed she shared with her husband, but not knowing that three weeks ago, an eighteen year old boy had paved the way for him to be here.

He rose above her in all his manly glory, his magnificence made Melody swoon almost, and then he drove his gorgeous prick all the way in, in one devastating swoop. Melody felt her body separate as he cut her in half; her pussy gave way, and then closed over him as he fully penetrated the honey filled pot of gold that was her pussy.

Melody cried out in an immediate orgasm, TC pounded her, he was rough and hard, he made he have it, and he gave it. He showed no mercy as he went on a full frontal assault of this amazingly beautiful and super sexy woman, a woman who had handed herself over to him completely. This was an intense time for Melody, it was what she wanted and craved, his power, his strength, the fact that he was her husband's boss made it better. The power he now had not only over him, but her too also.

But she was still Melody and when Terry had finished her off she would revert back to that woman, (she hoped) or as much of her as she could revert back to. TC's cock was a blur of stunning blows, his tight heavy balls slapping against her was more than she could take, she climaxed after climax, and then Terry stiffened, his face beet red and he blew his load into her. Melody felt the force of it, the heat and surge, as he blasted cum after cum into her womb.

Her husband had had vasectomy years ago and Melody wasn't on the pill, she knew she might already be pregnant with Garths' baby, but if she wasn't, then Terry would make sure of that little concern. And the surprise she felt at not caring if she was pregnant was of no concern to her at all. "Vic will have to grin and bear it," she told herself enigmatically.

She was clamped tight to her new lover, he had her, he controlled her, she was his. She looked up at him in wonder, "how can a man be like this?" she thought as another climax bombed her mind and soul. His last crusading crush into her brought her to her final decimation, she couldn't bear another orgasm, it would have killed, she thought.

Terry stayed on top of her, letting his weight settle down, letting her know that until he moved she was going nowhere. She accepted this, it seemed natural to her somehow that, if he said, she would do, if he did, so would she. Terry kissed her with such a passion and fierce loving she couldn't breathe from it.

He attacked her neck and breasts, sucking on them, leaving little marks, All Melody could do was moan and move under him in the aroused passionate state he had her in. "This is being dominated," she thought, "this is what I want, I need this forever." Then another thought was forced through her mind by the man on top of her, "Vic is going to have to turn a page in his life now, or it might have to change!"

This made her smile, why, because of the two, she was the dominant partner between them. She had always had the upper hand, they had shared their lives, but when push had come to shove, it had always been her that had shoved. Now not only was Melody going to have to used to this new her, he would have to too. And that she thought, may take a lot of getting used to, especially for him.

Terry got off her and slid to her side, she moved into him, "my new man?" she thought inexplicably. She nestled into his arms and settled there, her beautiful head resting on his muscled shoulder, it felt natural to her. Her leg over his, her hand drifted to his cock, "Mmmmm," she thought, "this is just too beautiful."

He was wet with her nectar, her cum and his; she cradled his balls, kissed his chest. "I can't believe we are here like this Terry, what have you done to me, with me?" "I think I seem to have given you that which you never knew you needed Melody," he told her, "do you believe I have?" "Yes Terry, I really do believe that you just may have." She admitted.