"Fuck MEEEE!"

I listened and watched as Dom's hips thrust repeatedly into Melissa. Each time he exited her passageway, a good inch of her pink, wet flesh appeared outside of her tunnel as it gripped his shaft for dear life. Finally, he groaned, sending millions more of his potent seed into the innermost depths of her married, white pussy. He ground his pubic bone into hers, making sure that every centimeter of his ebony shaft was buried to the hilt and the head of his spurting cock was lodged against her ravaged cervix.

Dom took the camera after he had pulled out of her and captured a closeup view of his cum as it flowed from her gaping hole. I barely recognized it from the times that I had fucked her, as it was red and practically battered from the intruder. She had taken sperm into her married pussy from two men that night, men that just a few hours prior were complete strangers to her.

I had thought the scene was over, but then Derek moved into place and drove into her for the sole purpose of depositing his seed into her depths of the young wife. Again, the camera picked up the soiled mess as his load forced its way out of her used and abused pussy. As I watched, she was writhing in the aftermath of her continued orgasms when Kim took her to the shower to clean her up.

That was two nights ago, and Kevin had yet to reclaim his wife, not that he knew he needed to. Melissa was now lying on the couch at home, still feeling the lingering soreness from the intense night of passion. She couldn't shake the feeling of guilt for betraying her husband, but she couldn't deny the thrill of being desired and taken by multiple men either.

Giving her a few days, I paid her a visit. "How about we go sit in the food court and talk?"

Agreeing, we found a private area away from nosy ears.

"I hear you had some unexpected company last weekend. How are you doing?"

"I'll be fine," she said. "I need to step back and concentrate on my husband. I can't be giving myself to strange men; I feel like such a whore."

"You're certainly not a whore," I told her.

"What would you call me? Kevin doesn't deserve a wife who can't keep her legs closed."

"I would say you've been discovering what you truly want. Kim said you got hammered pretty hard."

"She does tell you everything, doesn't she? Did she tell you that Dom had the bartender give me a double shot in my drink to calm my nerves?"

"I hear it worked," I told her.

"Oh, it worked all right; I can remember everything now. Every touch, every kiss. I can even remember looking down as Dom moved my thighs apart without any resistance on my part."

"I can't quite figure Kim out. One minute I'm angry at her for enticing me to be unfaithful; the next, I'm begging her to make love to me. The way she kisses and touches me, I never knew it could be like that. "When we were together, it felt like nothing else mattered."

"I think she feels the same, Melissa."

"There are so many things I want to do, so much I haven't experienced. If only Kevin would do to me what those guys did. I'm ashamed to say it, but I really needed what they did to me."

Feeling as if the time wasn't going to get any better, I asked. "Melissa, you'll be alone again this weekend; come to my place, and we can do whatever you want. Kim will be out of town, so it will be just us two."

"Mike, I just told you, I can't continue having sex with other men."

"Just think about it."

We had been walking towards and had just reached her car when I turned her to face me and kissed her passionately, my hands gripping her pert ass. "My god, you have a nice ass. You wouldn't happen to have a short, tight pair of painted-on shorts, would you?"

She laughed and replied, "Don't all girls have a pair of bootie shorts? I actually bought a pair for my honeymoon and wore them for Kevin," she told me as I kissed her neck and ran my hands over the cheeks of her backside. "We didn't even get out of the room before he told me to remove them. He said that they made me look like a whore and made me promise that I would throw them away. I was so embarrassed, but I couldn't just toss them. Why do you ask?"

Stunned with her response, I told her, "That's really sad; you have an ass that should be bronzed. How about you put those naughty shorts on so I can see them in the privacy of my own home?"

"Oh? And what would you do with me in the privacy of your own home?"

"Remember that thing that you said you would like to try a few weeks ago when I put my thumb back here?" I asked as I pressed against her rear. Her breath hitched as she replied, "Yes, I remember."

"Be at my place at seven o'clock Friday, and we can have some fun."

Three days later, I invited my friend Steve to drop by. "I'm glad you asked me over; my wife is having a ladies' night, and I had nowhere to go. Those pictures you sent me are fucking hot. I still don't believe that you want to share her with me."

Seven o'clock came and went, and it appeared that Melissa was going to be a no-show. "Maybe she finally came to her senses," I told Steve.

"I hope not. I was really looking forward to seeing her lips wrapped around me," he replied.

…

Melissa purposely tried to tire herself out and then decided to take an early bubble bath to relax and to try to distract her from the thoughts going through her mind. Her intentions were to call it an early night, but the constant yearnings deep inside of her vagina and the sinful thoughts in her mind about Dom and Derek were not going to be easily driven out.

She had almost forgotten about my proposition. "I want you to give me your last virginity," she remembered me saying before I left.

While soaking in the tub, her mind kept flashing images of herself on her hands and knees, licking Kim's pussy while two men she didn't know took turns fucking her bare. Moans of forbidden pleasure, along with dirty, filthy words that she had never used until recently, kept interrupting her memories.

Melissa forced her mind to her wedding day, how perfect it seemed, and how wonderful she thought Kevin was. That night when he undressed her and took her to bed was like a fairy tale. She could see Kevin penetrating her for the first time as husband and wife and how it felt the first time he came inside of the condom. True, she didn't orgasm, but she didn't need to, so she told herself.

Then the sex got rougher; he started to thrust harder and more aggressively. "Wait, this isn't how it went," she thought as she daydreamed. In her dream, her pussy started to lubricate even more, she started breathing harder, and her nipples became erect. The man on top of her rose onto his arms and began to thrust his loins into her, harder, faster; the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in her ears. Then, the face became more clear. It was Dom.

"I'm going to breed this married pussy!"

She vividly remembered him shouting, "Take it, slut," before feeling the warmth of his seed flooding the deepest, most private parts of her cunt.

The dream didn't stop there. Dom dismounted her, his spent cock wet from their mixed juices. Derek soon replaced him, shoving himself into her with one even thrust. No tenderness, just pure, intense hunger. Then, just as with Dom, he tensed above her, and she felt the spasms surging into her as her pussy gripped his thick cock, while his sperm also flooded her insides.

Melissa's body tensed, and her legs convulsed into an intense, full-body orgasm. Suddenly it was Mike's voice behind her as she stuck her ass in the air:

"You're going to like this."

At about that time, she jerked herself awake, noticing that she had two fingers shoved into her pussy while another was lodged inside of her ass, solidifying the realization that her body had won again.

When she dried off, she watched herself in the mirror as she slid into a sexy thong that Kevin, her husband, didn't know she owned. Next was the pair of "Daisy Duke" shorts, finding them in the very back of her drawers where she hid them.

Turning in the mirror, Melissa blushed when she saw her fleshy ass cheeks overflowing.

Looking at herself now, she was glad that she hadn't tossed them. This time they were being worn for another man who would appreciate the sexiness. She also realized that they would likely end up on that man's bedroom floor next to her tiny panties in just a short amount of time.

Along with the Jean shorts, Melissa had on a white tank top and bra, but with the feeling between her legs and the arousal still building, she challenged herself with the audacity to go without the confinement of her breasts, something she had never done.

At 7:15 pm, Melissa looked like a totally different woman as she sat in her car a few buildings down from my own, wondering if she could actually go through with this act of shameless immorality.

Her bra had been removed, and she could see her nipples clearly through the shirt that hugged her firm breasts. Every nerve ending in her nipples seemed to be directly attached to her engorged clit, making it increasingly uncomfortable yet excruciatingly arousing each time she moved.

"What am I doing?" She asked herself while still sitting in the car. "I'm happily married to a wonderful man who loves me. So what if he's concentrating on making money right now? It's for our future, right? Maybe I'm not getting the sex that I thought I would be getting, but how important is that, really? How can I dress like this for another man? Kevin was right; I look like a whore."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she sternly looked in the car's mirror, trying to decide how important sex was and how much she yearned to be taken and fucked like a real woman.

She summoned the strength to call her husband, hoping he would unknowingly say something to change her direction from giving herself to a night of unbridled adultery. When he didn't answer, her heart dropped as she desperately texted him.

"Hi sweetheart, I wanted to check to see how you are doing. I need you so bad; I can't wait to have you in bed with me." After a few minutes of talking to herself, begging her husband to respond to her text but deep down hoping that he wouldn't, she finally got a reply.

"Busy, ttyl."

As Melissa stared down at the text, a tear ran down her cheek, hoping that it was just a mistake, but nothing more came. She was hoping to hear his voice or have even a short conversation so she would feel morally obligated to turn around and go home instead of going through with yet another act of promiscuity.

She knew without a doubt that if she went through that front door, she would not be coming out till morning after her entire body was totally ravished and sexually tainted by a man who was not her husband.

"What could be so important at this hour that would prevent you from talking to me?" Melissa thought in anger.

Finally, after getting more angry at Kevin's lack of response and knowing full well that the throbbing in her loins would not go away, she responded to his text.

"Don't bother; I'll be busy with a friend. Good night."

Melissa then quickly turned her phone off and drove the few hundred feet before stopping in front of my home. Looking around to see if anyone was around, she briskly walked her way to my door, the seam of her shorts rubbing her private parts on every step.

At 7:30 on the nose, I heard a knock. Steve looked at me, smiled, and walked into the other room. Before he left my sight, he put his hands in a prayer position and mouthed, "Please," as I answered the door.

"Damn, Melissa, you look hot as hell. Come in, please. I didn't think you were coming."

"I wasn't. I had no intention of accepting your invitation." Her voice had a hint of spite in it. "I still don't know what I'm doing here."

"I'm pretty sure you know exactly what you're doing here," I said as I hugged her. I then slowly walked around, looking at her sexy body. "Oh my god, I've seen your body before, but damn, girl, your ass in those shorts, absolutely stunning!"

"Thank you," she blushed, looking down shyly. "Kevin doesn't like them because they show too much skin. They've been buried in my drawer since our honeymoon," she reminded me, "but they make me feel sexy."

Melissa stiffened for just a moment as my hand went to the crease below her butt that was showing.

"I'm honored that you took the effort to dig them out for me. Do you enjoy being seen, desired, and lusted after?" I asked as my hands caressed her ass.

I could feel her shiver under my touch, her breath quickening as she whispered, 'Yes, I think I've always enjoyed it."

"I see you left the bra at home; nice touch." Reaching up, I slid the back of my fingers over her erect nubs showing through her cotton shirt. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure as my hands slid over her shirt, tracing the curvature of her breasts. We hadn't even walked from the entryway to the living room, and I wanted her more than ever.

Bringing her in, we kissed, savoring the moment of intense passion and hunger, our tongues naturally sliding together. There was no reason to be hurried tonight, as no presumptions remained. Tonight, Melissa's body, the body of another man's wife, belonged to me. I intended to take every inch of her and to leave no hole unsoiled.

"You're right," she said as she pulled away. "I do know why I'm here. I need you to fuck me, Mike." She grabbed her shirt and shyly pulled it over her head, revealing her naked breasts. As I looked at her, her body was shaking in nervous excitement.

From the crack in the door, Steve watched and couldn't believe how hot Melissa looked. Dressed as she was, she certainly didn't look like the naive, innocent girl I told him about. The heat between Melissa and me, along with his own hardening cock, made him decide to make his presence known early. He wanted nothing more than to get his hands on this beautifully pure body.

"Who was at the door?"

Melissa jumped back and squealed, startled at the unexpected visitor who suddenly walked into the room. She hurriedly crossed her arms over her breasts to hide them.

"Don't worry Melissa," I told her. "He came over unexpectedly just a little before you arrived. I apologize that I didn't say anything, but Steve needed a place to stay for a few hours while his wife was having an all-girls party."

Melissa was completely embarrassed at being caught in a compromising embrace with a man who wasn't her husband.

"Steve, this is my friend Melissa. Her husband is out of town, so I've been taking care of her while he's away."

Melissa's face turned crimson from embarrassment as she smacked my arm. She tried to play it off as a joke, but knew that I had just told Steve that I was having sex with her.

"Hi, Melissa." Steve looked her up and down, not bothering to be discreet in the least as he shook her hand, causing her to uncover her breasts before she realized it.

"Wow, you're a knockout! I would love to be so lucky as to "take care of you" while your husband is away too. It looks like some pretty awesome benefits from the looks of the tonsillectomy you were just performing on Mikey here."

Melissa was mortified and didn't know what to say as I sat with her on the couch.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Melissa. Just keep it down, Mikey. It's been awhile since I've had sex, and you'll kill me if your dream girl here is a screamer," he said as he turned to walk away.

"On the other hand, I hope you are a screamer, Melissa. At least I would know that someone is getting some. Have fun and don't worry; your secret is safe with me," he said while winking at her. "Knowing Mikey, I'm betting your husband has no idea who's bed you'll be in tonight."

"Dude, c'mon, not cool," I told him. "She feels bad enough that she's stepping out."

Steve bowed his head. "You're right. I'm sorry for being an ass. Please forgive me. I'll be in the other room fantasizing that it's me doing the things Mike's probably going to be doing to you. Holler if you need me, gorgeous. I hope you won't mind if I pop my head in every once in a while to feed my head with filthy thoughts."

"Steve, get out of here; don't be such a creeper."

Melissa hit me again and started scolding me right after Steve left the room.

"What were you thinking telling him that? I can't afford to let people know I've had sex with another man! You didn't tell him about the club, did you? I need to go. He saw us kissing. What if my husband finds out!?" She then looked at herself and said, "Oh my god, look at the way I'm dressed; he must think I'm such a slut! I thought you would be more discreet!" Melissa put her hands over her face but made no move to put her shirt back on or to leave. "I'm completely humiliated."

"Don't worry, he's not going to tell anybody. He has his own secrets, and yours are safe with him."

"But he knows."

"Yes, Melissa, he knows that you are a sexy, very desirable woman who craves sex. He also knows that you came here to get it. He doesn't care either." I then leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were stiff at first but quickly turned soft and welcoming while we continued. After a few moments, she started to reciprocate the kiss with the heat of a passionate woman. I kissed each breast and sucked on both nipples, making her legs grind together.

I then reached for the band of her shorts and pushed them down her hips to her thighs, finally pushing them off until they lay at her feet. Feeling her panties, I pulled away to see a red thong that looked sexy as hell.

Melissa, having already forgotten about Steve, spread her knees so I had full access to her center. Moving her panties aside, two fingers penetrated her soaking wet pussy to the second knuckle, making a "come hither" motion.

"Oh, god, that feels good," she swooned.

Pulling out of her wetness, I slid my fingers across her lips. Opening her mouth, Melissa accepted the juice-covered digits. She actually held my wrist and acted as if it were my cock as she sucked my fingers into her mouth, tasting her own lubricant.

Sliding down to her knees, she took the initiative to slide my pants and underwear off. She then took my cock and stroked it with one hand while the other gently caressed my balls. If she was still embarrassed, she wasn't showing it.

Her desire quickly overcame her nervousness as she stuck out her tongue and licked me from my balls to the head, savoring the feel and texture of another man's cock before losing herself in the moment of what she was about to do.

I gently stroked her hair, not wanting her to feel rushed or threatened as I watched her fall deeper into her sinful indulgence. After a while, she looked up at me, gave me a little smile, then quickly engulfed the shaft almost all the way to my balls.

"Fuuuuck..." It's amazing what a woman can do when lust is involved.

Melissa rotated both hands on the shaft, back and forth. Jacking it hard in one moment and soft the next, and that tongue! Holy hell, she had become an expert cocksucker in such a short amount of time and was trying to cram as much of me down her throat as she could, occasionally gagging for air.

She rose for just a second to say, "I need this so bad." Then she continued with even more fervor, determined to fulfill her craving.

Seeing movement, I looked at the crack of the door and saw Steve watching intently. If I didn't stop her from sucking me, I would have filled her mouth in no time, but I wasn't quite ready yet. "Come up here, girl, or you're going to get a mouthful, and we both know you want more than that."

Pulling away, she pouted, "Don't you want me to swallow you first?"

"How did I ever get so lucky?" I asked. "We'll have time for that later." With her still on her knees, I kissed her, fingered her pussy, and caressed her ass, which was facing away so Steve could clearly see.

"He's watching," I whispered.

"Oh, god, we should stop," she said without conviction.

"Who was the last man to fuck you, Melissa? Was it Kevin? Or was it Dom and Derek?" I asked. Mentioning them seemed to make her instantly more wet as I continued to finger her. "Can you still feel them inside of your pussy when you walk?"

"Mmmm, yes, I can still feel them," she moaned, leaning her head back in pleasure.

"I'm going to wave him over so he can at least watch us."

"I can't have sex with him," she whispered.

Not answering, I waved Steve over. He came and sat on the ottoman next to Melissa. As I was caressing her ass, Steve reached over to touch her smooth, tan flesh of her thigh.

"He's—he's touching me," she moaned as she closed her eyes and let herself be consumed with a burning desire.

"He's going to take your panties off now," I told her as I looked at Steve. Hearing me, he nodded and reached for her thong, removing it slowly and teasingly until it was down to her knees. She let out another moan as he kept sliding it off of her legs. Melissa instinctively lifted her legs, one at a time, until her panties slid off of her feet as she knelt there, completely naked and exposed.

"My god, she's fucking gorgeous," he said.

"Are you wanting us to fuck you like both Derek and Dom fucked you?" I asked. She was getting more flustered as the situation escalated and was unsure of how to respond. The memory of what she did with the other two men triggered very erotic emotions and surges running through her mind and body, making her pussy muscles spasm in response. Looking at me with a very erotic look in her half-shut eyes, all she could muster was a slow, unsure shake of her head in response.

Taking a chance, I told Steve to sit next to me. "You can watch her use her mouth." While she looked at me with a slight fear in her eyes, Steve did as suggested. I then kissed her again while playing with her beautiful breasts.

During the time frame of when Steve came into the room, she never removed her hand from the shaft of my cock. Looking down at my precum, she licked her lips in anticipation before leaning down to take my cock into her mouth and begin to suck while Steve sat right there watching.

"Oh my god, you're a lucky man," Steve told me quietly. He watched as Melissa licked up and down my shaft. Not waiting for me to give him directions, he removed his shorts and started stroking his manhood so Melissa could see. He then reached out to gently caress her firm breast before whispering, "Fuck, you have nice tits. I hope you don't mind me touching them. They're beautiful."

Melissa was unable to reply because of the mental and physical stimulation she was receiving, and her body wasn't willing or able to stop him.

Steve, taking even more initiative, reached over to stroke her arm. Taking a chance, he took her hand, the one with her diamond wedding ring, and pulled it over to his leg. When she didn't pull away, he moved her hand up his thigh until her fingers instinctively wrapped around his shaft. She acted as if she were unaware of what she had done, but I knew she was relishing the experience. Steve's eyes met mine, silently asking for approval to continue exploring.

Being even more aggressive, Steve then asked, "Can I feel your mouth on me?" He then slowly reached out to touch her opposite shoulder and gently led her in his direction until her mouth came off of my cock and went towards his. Stroking his cock, her mouth remained open as she stared at it, studying it. She then dropped down and took his cock into her mouth, sucking him with a passion, knowing that she was going to take yet another man inside of her. The look on her face was a mix of pure lust and surrender as she gave in. It didn't take long before she was switching between Steve's cock and mine, back and forth.

Eventually, I managed to move so Melissa knelt between Steve's legs. I watched in awe as she sucked his cock. The sounds of wetness were more pronounced from the desperation and yearning for the moment that she could swallow yet another man's load.

She rose one more time. "Tell me when you're going to cum so I don't stop sucking you at the wrong time. I want to feel it going down my throat."

"Dude, is this girl for real?" Steve said. She was giving him one of the best blowjobs I have ever seen and one right at the top of the best Steve has ever felt. Melissa sucked with a newfound confidence, getting him up close to the edge even quicker than expected.

"Holy shit, man!!" He was raising his hips off of the couch while throwing his head back, trying to regain control as Melissa devoured him.

"Fuuuuck, that's it; eat my dick." Steve ran his hands through Melissa's hair, reached down to squeeze her tits, and finally gripped her firmly under her chin and the back of her head while trying to thrust into her throat, making her occasionally gag on his cock. She wasn't just sucking cock; she was worshiping it.

Suddenly, Steve tossed his head back and grabbed Melissa's hair on both sides of her head. "Cumming." Then I heard Melissa gag, but only for a moment as his cum shot into her mouth. She was groaning right along with him as I watched her throat clench twice and then hold as Steve filled her mouth with his sperm.

Melissa, still not coming up for air, kept an airtight seal around Steve's shaft while she consumed his spunk, making sure that every rope of sperm joined Steve's soul, deep in her belly.

She groaned, moaned, and sucked until Steve finally dispensed all he had from his balls. She even squeezed his cock, from his balls to the head, making sure every bit of seed belonged to her. Steve finally had to push her away from his sensitive penis because of her refusal to relinquish her new toy.

Melissa checked herself to be sure she didn't spill anything and caught a small dribble on the edge of her lips, simply licking it off of her finger as if it were the most natural thing to do.

While he reached down to kiss her, I was mounting her pussy from behind.

Knowing what was coming, she looked back with lust in her eyes and said. "Fuck me." At about that time, I shoved forward, impaling myself inside of the vice grip of her pussy. The feeling of her warm, wet walls enveloping me was nothing short of ecstasy.

"Ohhhh, yes, fuck me harder!" she screamed as she pushed back against me with a hunger that matched my own. "Oh, god. I'm going to cum!" Instead of her usual moans and screams, she raised her head, opened her mouth in pleasure, and let out a silent scream that seemed to echo through the room. I'm surprised that she didn't draw blood from Steve's legs from the way she held on for dear life.

I fucked her for another minute through her orgasm when I noticed Steve's cock had risen to full staff. She wasted no time and was slathering him with more attention, bathing his balls with her saliva and taking them into her mouth one by one.

"Are you ready to fuck Steve now, Melissa?"

"Moving away from me, a lewd, wet sound could be heard as my cock left her pussy. She then kissed up Steve's body until her juicy opening was parallel with his member. She slid her pussy over the entire shaft while it lay on his belly, leaving a wet trail of juice behind on every slide.

As her pussy slid over Steve, her hardened nipples were sliding gently over Steve's chest. She seemed to be masturbating on Steve's cock, which was fucking hot to watch.

It must have felt strange as she kissed Steve for the first time. Strange because she had already swallowed his cum before their lips had ever met. Her guilt had been replaced by the exhilaration of forbidden pleasure. Her arms then reached around his head to pull him into her breasts so she could feed him her nipples, making her throw her head back and let out a passionate moan. I watched the overly intimate moment between the two lovers who were now oblivious to my presence.

Finally, Melissa quietly spoke as she leaned her forehead against his. "Would your wife mind if I fucked you, Steve?" Thinking that maybe he had the same deal that I had with Kim. She didn't wait for him to answer as she kissed him again, this time more aggressively, shoving her tongue down his throat while Steve held on to her hips.

After a few moments, she pulled off of him and smiled. "I'm afraid you don't really get a choice in the matter. I'm going to have your cock inside of me now."

Reaching for Steve's wet shaft, Melissa lined it up to her waiting pussy. Without hesitation or even a moment of indecision, she dropped her body down, her vaginal opening yielding to the intrusion of her new lover's hardened shaft. She threw her head back, opened her mouth, and let out a deep, whorish moan as the violation stretched and fired every nerve ending, making her almost orgasm from the penetration alone.

Melissa had met Steve not even an hour prior. She now had his sperm trying to survive in her stomach while her married, cheating pussy was impaled on his bare cock. I watched as the intimacy disappeared and her animalistic desires came out. She suddenly started fucking Steve with a heat I had not expected, nor had Steve, I'm sure.

Melissa's hips slid back and forth, fucking herself on the hard shaft at an incredible pace. Mike grabbed one of her tits and her ass at the same time, holding on for dear life as this woman he had barely just met fucked him senseless.

"OH MY GOD I'm CUMMING!!!" Melissa suddenly groaned. Her chest flushed a deep crimson, her eyes went to the back of her head, and the veins in her neck popped out. Melissa's orgasm hit so hard that Steve slid out of her pussy, but only for a moment, splashing her cum juices all over his balls and my floor.

All the while, she never stopped riding Steve. Moving her hips in a figure 8, a big O, and the most damaging to Steve, the slide back and forth with his shaft buried deep inside of her so every curve and contour, every ridge of her pussy, was being hit, stretched, and pleasured.

Every once in a while, she would shove her tongue into the back of his throat and growl as she dominated the moment, knowing full well that this night would be all about her body getting used and pleasured. Her guilt had been completely buried, and she wanted to make sure she was able to take advantage of the situation to experience what yet another man would feel like taking her, consequences be damned.

"I thought you said she was shy," Steve was finally able to say as Melissa continued ravishing my friend. "Dude! She's going to break my dick off." Melissa shut him up by forcing her tits into his mouth even harder.

"Shut up and use your tongue on my tits. Yes, that feels so good."

The noises that permeated the air were the unmistakable sounds of a wet, sloppy pussy, splashing every time she rose and impaled herself onto Steve's balls.

After a while, Melissa seemed to slow her movements to a more controlled and sensual fuck. I was amazed that Steve hadn't shot his second load as of yet. I was guessing that he had no more sperm left to give so soon after the epic cock-sucking he had received.

Maybe I should have waited until he fed her pussy another load, but I wanted to tap that ass, bad. "Melissa, are you ready to give it up?" Knowing that she knew the meaning.

"Noooo. I don't want to stop; it's soooo good." Melissa stared deeply into Steve's eyes. "I want your cum, Steve. Fuck me!" It was more of a growl that barely formed words as Melissa stepped up her fucking motions again, not wanting to lose the feel of fresh cock.

Steve understood all too well what was coming next and didn't want to miss it. He was on the verge of blowing his load again and wanted to be included on the next level of depravity. He reluctantly turned Melissa over, dislodging himself from her throbbing cunt.

"No, no, NOOO! I need it; put it back!" It was almost comical, if not so erotic.

"Don't worry, you can have his cock in you again in a little while. It's time that you give me what you came here for. Are you ready to lose your anal cherry?"

Melissa was rolled up into a fetal position now, with her hands between her legs, rubbing her pussy. All she cared about was trying to bring herself to another orgasm and wasn't in the state of mind to respond.

"Let's go to my bed where we can be comfortable. Then I'm going to tap that beautiful ass of yours. Don't worry, you're going to be well used for the rest of the night; none of us are going to be getting much sleep, but I can promise you that you will be taking a large amount of cum inside of you."

As we walked to the bedroom, I looked at the glorious sight of Melissa's clothes strewn around the living room along with her marital dignity. Melissa was terrified, not at what we were going to do to her. She was terrified at how desperately she truly wanted it to happen.

Melissa went right to the bed, crawling to the middle, where we joined her. One of us would be kissing her or sucking her tits while the other ate her succulent pussy, and then we would switch.

"You're fucking delicious, Melissa," we both agreed. The intoxicating scent of her pheromones alone was enough to drive us mad with lust.

We gradually started preparing her ass. We would finger her pussy while we ate her out, collecting her natural lube only to push those juices into her back door along with some lubrication that I kept in the side drawer for an occasion such as this. Her ass became more and more comfortable as she was prepared for the final conquest.

"Lay on your side, babe. You can make out with Steve while I'm spooning you from behind." She moaned softly as she moved into position, Steve's lips meeting hers as he caressed her breasts and fingered her clitoris.

Lying behind her, I entered her pussy and thrust several times, slowly, before taking it out to place the head against her anus. "Tell me to stop if it hurts too much." I then pushed my cock against her tight, well-lubricated hole. She moaned, and I noticed the kiss with Steve became more intense as her sphincter opened around the head of my cock. She then surprised me when she reached her hand back to grasp my hips only to pull me into her harder, signaling for me to continue.

"Keep going. I want this," she told me. I could feel Steve's fingers inside of her pussy now, fingering her to get the edge off of any pain that she may have been feeling from losing her anal virginity.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"Don't stop; keep going," she insisted quietly and focused. Reaching back, she felt between us. "Oh my god, you're stretching me so much," she moaned. "It hurts, but it's good. Keep fucking me."

She must have thought about this a lot with how ready and willing she seemed to be. Pushing harder, I shoved the last few inches into her no longer virgin ass, filling her completely.

"I don't believe I have a cock in my ass," she kept saying. Don't stop; keep going," she pleaded, making me wonder how long she's had this fantasy of anal sex.

As my cock slowly and methodically sawed into her rear passage, I could see there was an orgasm building. When she finally did cum, she came so hard that her left leg shook and convulsed; it was so good for her that she couldn't make a sound until suddenly she burst out, crying with pleasure.

"Oh my god, oh my god...I'm cummmmming. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. God... Fuuuuck fuck fuuuuuuck meeee."

Her leg continued shaking uncontrollably as she wept, her brain trying to determine what the new emotions were that currently surged through her mind and body.

I wasn't far behind her. "I can't hold back either; I'm going to cum in your ass, Mel."

"Yes," she groaned, "FILL ME! Oh god, yes!"

Pushing balls deep, my cock surged and shot a copious amount of sperm into her nether regions. As I lay behind her, my cock softening while still buried inside of her, I reveled in the satisfaction that I took another virginity of another man's wife.

"How do you feel?"

"I don't know, like I've been split in two," she said while trying to catch her breath. I could tell she was pondering her actions when she rose up and ran to the restroom to clean up.

Steve and I looked at each other and said nothing, understanding that Melissa needed some time alone to process what had just happened. She had just betrayed her husband yet again, but this time she did it more willingly and was the one who actually drove to the man's house for "unnatural" and illicit sex.

It must have been just over five minutes before Steve got up and quietly joined Melissa. Another ten went by before the shower turned off. I assumed they would be joining me soon, but they didn't. My curiosity got the best of me, so I went to see what was keeping them so long. Both of them were still in the shower together with their arms wrapped around each other and were making out.

Melissa's hands had dropped down and were stroking Steve's cock that had risen to full mast while Steve roamed over her body.

They finally noticed me watching and exited the shower so they could give me room to clean up. We had all just had sex, yet they almost looked embarrassed at being caught in such a compromising embrace.

"Hey, sorry about that, just getting to know each other a bit better. Figured I would introduce her to the guy who she just fucked," he said, laughing.

They left for the bedroom, and I waited a little while so I could get some hot water and so I could see what the two lovers would do if they were left alone together.

After finishing up, I listened for sounds coming from the other room. Hearing a faint, occasional moan, I snuck out into the bedroom to see Steve, lying between Melissa's spread legs, where his hips slowly moved up and down between them.

Steve had one hand on the side of Melissa's head, holding himself up, while the other was underneath her, cupping her firm ass. She was raising her hip as he penetrated her soaked vagina with a slow, even rhythm. He slid in and nearly all the way out before moving back into her again, slowly and purposely, as if wanting to memorize every ridge inside of her vagina.

Faintly, I could hear Melissa's voice saying, "Fuck me, Steve, fuck me, please," on nearly every thrust. I sat on the chair at the end of the bed and just watched the two lovers go at it, each one married, just not to each other. Their respective spouses were blissfully unaware of the treachery of what their spouses were doing.

The whole time I watched, they never looked at me. I became the voyeur as Steve's cock pushed and pulled out of Melissa's married pussy. Her glistening juices could be seen on his cock on every exit from her tunnel, and she made sure he wasn't outside of her body for only a moment before pulling him back in again.

If I didn't know better, the two weren't fucking; they were making love. I knew from experience from watching Steve with my wife; he can get deeply intimate with the woman he's with. I also knew that Steve would be fine. I just didn't want Melissa to develop any "feelings" for the man who was currently giving her the pleasure she so craved.

I watched them without interrupting for another ten minutes. Their coupling must have felt so good and intense that they never had the need to change positions or even break the kiss. Melissa stayed on her back with her legs wrapped around Steve's body as he ruined another man's wife.

Finally, their lips separated.

"I'm going to cum..."

"Yes, come inside of me," Melissa moaned.

Steve groaned as he grabbed Melissa's ass more forcefully, this time with both hands. His toes dug into the sheets while shoving balls deep into her, shooting against her married cervix. She could feel the pulsating member as his sperm shot its way up the shaft and deep into her body, sending her into another long but quiet orgasm.

When the two finished, Steve finally pulled out. But to his surprise, Melissa went right to cleaning their mixed juices off of his cock with her tongue, something he certainly did not expect. While she was sucking him clean, Steve texted his wife, "I'm staying for the night."

As I rested and recouped, Melissa continued sucking Steve's cock. Since he hadn't had sex in a while, he regained his hardness fairly quickly. "Do you always get back up so quickly?" She asked as the head of his cock popped from her lips.

"With a hot-ass girl like you, how could I not?" Steve replied.

Melissa moved up. "If you don't mind then, I want you inside of me again." With that, she lowered herself onto him, and I watched as they both lay prone with her legs straddling him with his cock buried inside of her. They didn't move much; they didn't need to. I think Melissa just wanted to feel him inside of her.

Watching them for as long as I could, I got behind her and straddled Steve's legs before pouring lube all over her buttocks and rubbing it in between her cheeks. "What do you think you're doing, mister?"

"Just relax; you're ready for this."

Then I put my cock between her ass cheeks and squeezed them around my cock, lubing it for the ultimate penetration. "If you're thinking of what I think you are, it won't fit like this."

Steve spoke up. "I'll hold you, babe; you can do it." He then spread her cheeks apart, showing me her tight hole that had been a virgin not long ago.

"It'll fit. Just try to relax. The cock in your pussy will help with the pleasure, but it's going to be tight," I warned. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to relax, feeling the tip of my cock pressing against her entrance. She felt a sharp pain as the head of my cock popped inside of her, stretching her more than she had ever been stretched before.

"Oh, god. Oh, god," she moaned as I slowly pushed another inch into her. Feeling the tightness of her walls gripping me, I knew she was feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. "You're doing great, just breathe and relax," I reassured her as I continued to ease myself into her.

"Stop, stop, give me a minute," she told me.

"Breathe, babe; you got this. Just relax and take deep breaths."

"This is so different. Okay, keep going. Put more in," she said after a minute.

Steve's movement was slow but consistent to keep her pussy feeling the pleasures as my cock was finally buried into her ass, balls deep.

"Oh, god, I'm being double-stuffed," she moaned into Steve's shoulder, unable to comprehend the feelings going through her body.

Fortunately, I had set my phone up so I could record what we were doing to her so she could see it with her own eyes whenever she wanted to relive the moment in privacy.

"Two cocks are inside of me, fucking me," she said to herself, mostly in disbelief at what she was experiencing. It was the most intense pleasure/pain she had ever felt.

"It's feeling good when you move; don't stop. Oh god. I'm going to… I'm coming!!" She screamed in ecstasy as both Steve and I sawed into her ass and pussy at the same time.

Melissa's orgasm hit hard, making her body stiffen and squeezing both of our cocks like a vice in the process. I couldn't last and came in her bowels surprisingly quickly. "I'm going to fill your ass; take it."

"Yesss, do it!" She demanded in a bold, deep voice. Her body quivered and her moans grew louder as my orgasm ripped through me.

When I was finally finished filling her, I slipped out. Steve then flipped over to continue his thrusting until he had worn himself out before pulling out to lay beside her.

"You didn't cum?" She asked him.

"Not this round; give me some time. I just enjoyed being inside of you," he told her.

None of us slept much that night; if I wasn't inside of her, Melissa and Steve were fucking, and her stomach received just as much cum as her pussy did.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass, Steve. If I'm not going to be a virgin back there, I might as well go all the way," she said as she turned her ass to him. It wasn't as painful when Steve penetrated her ass as she thought it would be. "Oh, god yes, fuck me, I want it."

Occasionally, we did sleep. It must have been around 3 am when I woke to sounds coming from the living room, discovering neither Melissa nor Steve in bed. I went to look and saw Melissa moving up and down, obviously impaled on Steve's cock while on the couch.

Steve and I must have fucked Melissa a minimum of four times each that night. Her ass was ours for the taking, and we used it just as much as her pussy. In reality, I don't know who was using who. Melissa was just as complicit in waking us for sex as we were at waking her.

She was DP'd once again that night; this time, Steve took her ass while she rode me. It was pretty obvious that her birth control pills were working overtime keeping all the sperm that was shot deep inside of her pussy away from her eggs, but she was too focused on her pleasure to give it much thought. Although, a few hours in, I was pretty sure we were shooting blanks.

When morning came, Melissa announced, "You both need to stay away. I'm going to hurt for a week, and I can't exactly tell my husband no to sex."

After Steve had left, Melissa and I sat at the kitchen bar talking about what happened, or at least she talked, and I listened. I think she was still trying to figure out how she could allow herself to be so sexually taken by other men. She hated cheating, especially with such a passion that she didn't know existed.

"I know I shouldn't have let Steve have sex with me," she argued. "I was just so turned on. How many more men am I going to let fuck me before I finally come to my senses?"

After she finally left, I sent a note to Kim: "She's no longer an anal virgin; both Steve and I took care of her multiple times."

Kim called me back to tell me that she was alone in Kevin's bed as he had already left for his meetings. "Sounds like neither one of us got much sleep," Kim said with a laugh. "I don't understand some men; he fucks me like a stallion, yet he treats his wife like a porcelain figurine collecting dust. Men can be so dense sometimes. That's why I invited him to the costume party at Duke's place. I suggested he tell his wife that he has to go out of town one more time. I told him I would get him hooked up with another slut like me."

"Let me guess, the slut you're going to hook him up with is his own wife?"

That's why I married you. You think just like I do."