Authors: Sam Crescent
Melissa couldn’t believe how amazing and liberating it
was embracing her own desires. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before in
her life. Melissa wanted to be dirty, to have her husband go crazy from the
sight of her. Pushing and grinding on his hard cock, Melissa panted with
renewed excitement. The desire to have him climax inside her, to be able to
surround his cock while he pulsed deep inside, was driving her to the edge.
Melissa looked down to watch as Bruce’s cock disappeared between her pussy and
one look was all it took. She heard his growl of release fill the room moments
before she felt his seed shoot deep into her pussy as she convulsed around
him.
Perspiration covered them both.
“I love you, Bruce,” she told him, emotion filling her
voice. He looked up. “I love you too, Melissa.
You're my world.” He held her in his arms, stroking her hair.
Melissa had never felt so loved in all her life.
Bruce helped her dress and she enjoyed the loving
touches and slight caresses as he did so. Melissa would love and care for him
no matter what.
“I’ll be home in time for dinner,” he said.
She nodded, not wanting to say anything. For the first
time in her life, she’d
let go
with all abandon on her husband’s
desk with the door unlocked and instead of feeling terrified and embarrassed,
Melissa
felt free. Bruce didn’t look at her with
disgust but intense lust and love. He accepted her. It was the greatest feeling
she’d ever experienced.
Chapter Three
Bruce worked as fast as he could, hoping to get
everything finished so he could get home as quickly as possible. His mind
however, kept wandering to this afternoon, seeing Melissa naked and spread
across his desk. She was so beautiful, so full of
passion,
his cock throbbed, begging for him to relieve himself. Bruce gently stroked
himself through his trousers but stopped after a few seconds. He didn’t want
release from his own hand.
Bruce wanted
the warm, tempting body of his wife.
At five o’clock he decided to give up. Work could wait
until after the weekend. He would spend it all with his wife, exploring their
new found heat with each other. Chris walked in just as he was finishing
gathering his things.
“
You leaving
already?”
Chris
asked, amazed.
“I want to be with Melissa.”
Correction mate, you need to fuck Melissa, she’s
driving
you crazy with
need and she isn’t even here.
“I heard her earlier.”
Bruce saw the amusement in his friend’s eyes.
“Don’t, Chris. She’s finally letting go and I don’t
need you to mess this up.”
Chris held up his hands. “Just saying I heard her
earlier and to let you know that no one else did, accept my assistant, but she
had her mouth full if you know what I mean?”
Bruce did know.
Chris and his secretary, Natasha, had been screwing each other for some
time now. He felt relieved though to know no one had been there, for as much as
the thought turned him on, he knew the looks would make Melissa uncomfortable
and might make her retreat back into her own shell.
“Your stuff's been delivered,” Chris told him, holding
up a sealed bag.
“Thanks,” he said, reaching out for it.
****
The moment Bruce walked through the door, tantalizing
aromas from Melissa’s cooking filled his senses. He found her waiting for him
in the kitchen, her hair loose, no makeup, wearing his
favorite
cream dress.
When he went to her, kissing her passionately on
the lips and trailing down to her collarbone as she shivered with pleasure.
He breathed in the scent of her, his woman.
“Bruce,” she moaned as his lips went further down to
the top of her breast.
“I want you, Melissa,” he groaned, pulling away.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing, I want to eat whatever smells so good first.”
He kissed her on the lips, taking hold of her hand and walking to the kitchen.
“What did you do today?” he asked in between mouthfuls
of food.
“The usual, went shopping for the weekend, cleaned the
house and delivered your clothes to the dry cleaners. How was your day?”
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He reached over
the table, taking her hand. “Thank you for today, Melissa. You make me so
happy.”
She blushed. “You’re welcome.” His fingers stroked her
hand.
“This sauce is delicious,” he complimented, taking
another scoopful of the aromatic tomato sauce.
“I got the recipe out of a cookbook.”
The food was delicious as always and he kept the
conversation light until she placed his desert in front of him.
“What are your fantasies?” he asked, seeing her
stiffen across from him.
“What do you mean?”
“Sexual fantasies.
What turns you on? What do you like sexually?”
“I don’t know. What do you fantasize about?”
Bruce sat watching her for a few seconds wondering
what his next move should be. Should he tell her and allow her to feel
comfortable with him, or should he force her to accept it.
“All right, I’ll tell you one and then you tell me one
of yours.” This would be the best way Bruce thought, especially when Melissa
nodded, intrigued.
“Well, one of mine was fulfilled this afternoon, with
you naked across my desk, allowing me to suck on your sweet pussy and fucking
you senseless. That’s been a fantasy of mine for some time. I want to fuck and
make love to you everywhere, Melissa. I want to drive you insane with pleasure
so all you can think about is me.” He warmed her up with his suggestions. He
wanted her to know everything. “I want to fuck you while someone is watching.
Would you like that babe, to have someone watch? Would you like me to watch?”
Melissa gasped in shock. Bruce could see her body
responding, her nipples were hard pressing against the fabric of her dress, her
lips slightly open, moist and ready,
her
look wild. He
bet if he was to put his hand between her legs, he’d
feel nothing but slick, wet
heat.
“Someone watching?”
Her whisper
was breathy as she looked at him.
“Would you like that? To have someone watch as we
pleasured each other, to know
that
if you wanted, he could join in?” Bruce asked.
“That’s not right,” she said, turning her head away.
“It is right, Melissa. If it’s what we want, it’s
always right.”
Bruce’s words penetrated her whole body. Anything they
wanted, anything she wanted, they could have. She moved from the table to
straddle him, rubbing her pussy through the fabric of their clothes against his
hard dick
and
he
could feel her body humming with desire.
She wanted it.
She was trying not
to let it show but Bruce knew. She wanted it. She was fighting with herself.
“I want to watch other people.” She stopped.
Heat gathering in her cheeks, Bruce saw the
fear and embarrassment in her eyes.
“You want to watch other people what? Say the
word’s
, sweetheart, feel them. No more hiding,” he soothed,
his arm stroking her back, caressing the tight muscles there until the tension
slowly began to ease from her.
“I want to watch other people.... fuck.” The last word
left on a sigh.
Such a naughty word.
“That’s right, baby. Fuck.
You want to watch other people fuck.” The
words were intoxicating.
“Yes, Bruce I do. I want to watch and I want you to
fuck me,” she moaned into his kiss, hot and bruising and everything she wanted.
“Consider it done.”
Chapter Four
Melissa looked at her husband while he drove through
the city streets. Melissa was excited and nervous. Last night he said he'd take
her to a place that allowed all types of fantasies to take place. They were
headed there now, but could fantasy really work in reality?
“Stop worrying. Nothing will happen you don’t want
to,” Bruce told her.
“What about our marriage?” Melissa had heard so many
stories about marriages failing over something like this and she didn’t want
that to happen to them.
“I love you, Melissa. This is just an extension of my
love for you. Nothing will affect our marriage. If you don’t like it tonight
we’ll leave but at least we’ll know.”
Melissa was reassured
to a certain extent, but she
hoped that he was right.
“You look sexy as hell,” he complimented.
Melissa wore a small, tight, black miniskirt that
emphasised her gorgeous, smooth legs and fulsome hips and a corset pushing her
tits up to show their delicious size. The
chill from the night air coming
through the partially opened window was perfect.
She wore no panties and she
loved
it, the feel of the cool air caressing her wet lips. Melissa was pleased Bruce
convinced her to dress for the occasion.
“Thank you. You look hot, too.” Bruce
wore
casual
black
trousers with a white T-shirt and
he was
all muscle, full of masculine appeal.
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Open your legs wider.” Melissa opened her legs as far
as the seat would allow, crying out as Bruce leaned over and flicked one finger
between her folds.
“You're fucking wet.
I can smell you from here. You’ll drive me crazy tonight and you’ll love
it, babe. I can feel it.”
“What are you doing to me?” she gasped, fisting her
hands into her seat.
“Playing with my wife,” he replied innocently.
“Anyone can see,” she moaned as he swirled a finger
around her pulsing clit.
The fire of need consuming her.
“You taste so sweet,” Bruce said, sticking his finger
between his lips and sucking as they moaned together.
He alternated between stroking her clit and sucking on
his finger all the way to this place he’d mentioned where the front gate was
huge and there was an intercom. Melissa couldn’t see what lay beyond the gates
as rows of bushes and trees covered the view but it all looked very dark and
mysterious.
“Can I help you?” a voice broke through the eerie
silence on the intercom.
“Bruce and Melissa are here.
I phoned earlier.”
She heard a buzz and the gates opened automatically.
The drive was long and dark.
“Have you been here before?” Melissa asked, wondering
what she might not know about her husband.
“Several times
before I met you.
It’s reserved for those who can afford to belong,” he told her. “This is
exclusive, Melissa. I need you to behave and not make any scenes. If you don’t
like anything you see, just tell me and we’ll leave.”
“Okay, I'll admit I was a little worried but now I
feel like a child,” she admitted. He’d never behaved like this before, let
alone ordered her as if she were ten. It was alright to do during sex, but she
didn’t like it now.
“Let’s just say this is seriously exclusive and
reserved for those who can pay for the guarantee of anonymity. You’ll probably
see some people you know. The rules are
kind of like that thing with
Vegas, you know. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?
Let’s just say if it doesn’t stay in here,
there will literally be hell to pay. Anyone abuses this place and life becomes
fucking difficult. You know I don’t think of you as a child.”
“Should we be here?” she asked.
“Melissa, you’ll love this place.”
They pulled up in front of a huge, dark mansion. A
middle-aged man came out of nowhere and helped her out of her seat. It all
seemed above board and proper protocol. She wondered if they’d
come
to the right place while trying to pull her corset up.
“Thanks, Howard,” Bruce said to the man,
handing
him his keys.
“Nice to see you again, Bruce.” Howard turned to
her.
“This is my wife, Melissa.” Bruce placed a warm hand
around her waist.
“Nice to meet you,
sweetheart.”
She nodded with nervous anticipation, but didn’t say anything.
“See you later, Howard,” Bruce said as the guy took
their car. “Are you ready?”