The next morning, after Kevin had gone to work, Melissa lay soaking in the bathtub, going through what she had done the night before.

"What was I thinking? How could I lose control so easily?” As much as she tried, she couldn't shake the thrill of having a man in her mouth. She was both repulsed and excited by the thought that she made him cum by giving her first-ever blowjob. She felt guilty that the man she sucked off wasn't her husband. She knew she had crossed a line that she could never uncross.

Deep down, the lure of her unrealized cravings was too strong for her to ignore, leaving her torn between guilt and immense fulfillment in a need she didn't fully understand. The fact that she had cheated on her husband truly bothered her, but what confused her the most was the craving she felt to have a man's cock in her mouth yet again.

As her body responded to the memories of what she had done, her fingers found her swollen nub between her legs, which was pleading for attention. Thoughts of her first extramarital kiss, the feel of the smooth shaft as she wrapped her fingers around and stroked it, and the bulbous head as it slid between her lips all played through her mind. She remembered how strong it felt as her wet tongue licked it before sucking it into her mouth…

. . .

Later in the day, after postponing a few business calls, I paid Melissa a visit. When she first saw me, she looked a combination of embarrassed, ashamed, and welcoming all at the same time.

Taking a suggestion from Kim, I started out with an apology. "Hi, Melissa. I want to apologize for my behavior yesterday. I crossed a line and took advantage of you. I hope you don't think less of me."

Surprised by my words, she responded with forgiveness in her eyes and a smile on her face. "Thank you, that's nice of you to say. It should never have happened, but I forgive you."

"The way you used your mouth surprised the hell out of me. I can't believe it was your first time. Did you do the same to your husband when you got home?"

Melissa looked down at the floor and blushed, the heat between her legs that she had been fighting all day returning.

"I tried. I couldn't sleep knowing that I had done something with you that I have yet to do with my husband. He pushed me away and told me to stop after only a minute. I don't understand why he didn't let me continue. We had sex, but I needed more. It was like he was just using my body to get off, as if he were imagining the sluts on the internet. I was so embarrassed and ashamed that I went to the bathroom and cried after he fell asleep."

"I'm sorry. Give it some time. He'll come along eventually. No man in his right mind could deny such a beautiful woman with an incredibly talented mouth like yours. I know I won't soon forget the feel of your lips."

"That's good to hear, I think," she laughed. I am so freaking horny right now that I could…"

Her sudden outburst caught me off guard, and I was determined not to let it go. "What, Melissa?" She attempted to downplay her words, claiming she didn't intend anything by them, but I felt there was more.

Sensing an opportunity, I suggested. "Isn't it time for you to close the store?"

She quickly checked the time on her watch, looked at the front door, and finally looked at me. "Wait out here." She then locked the door and quickly focused on her closing duties. Once finished, she came back out, and after checking to see if anyone was lingering at the windows, and with a sense of determination, she said, "Come with me."

When I walked to the back, Melissa was kneeling on the carpeted floor, her hair now in a ponytail, and she was texting on her phone. She looked up when I entered the room. "I'm letting my husband know I'm going to be a little late."

What she wanted was apparent, but instead of going for it, I told her that I wanted to kiss her first.

Slowly, she rose and walked to me. She then closed her eyes and lifted her lips to mine, waiting. As I put one hand on her hip, I felt her tremble with anticipation. My other hand touched her cheek, gently sliding the back of my hand over the smooth skin, causing her to let out a soft sigh of pleasure. Her mouth was open slightly, inviting me to kiss her as my thumb grazed over her moist bottom lip. Opening her mouth even more, I watched her pink tongue as it tentatively touched the tip of my thumb. A wave of desire washed over me as she opened her eyes and gently sucked on it, the flat of her tongue washing over the flesh.

Melissa closed her eyes as our lips finally touched. My god, she had delicious, full lips, not to mention they were so soft and incredibly smooth. Melissa moaned as our kiss deepened. She then pressed her hand against my chest, breathless, and whispered, "I need you in my mouth."

Backing away, she slowly dropped to her knees again as I sat back into her chair, eagerly waiting for her touch. The look in her eyes changed from a mix of desire and anticipation to pure hunger and lust as she reached for the zipper. When she pulled me out, she murmured as she stroked the hard shaft. "I need this so bad." She then leaned over and took me into her mouth, closing her eyes as she engulfed me with an intensity that told me this wasn't going to last as long as I had hoped.

"Your tongue feels so good," I told her as I ran my fingers through her hair.

My enjoyment wasn't just the feeling of her mouth on me but also the quiet squeaks and moans coming from her throat as she lost herself in the moment.

Everything she did felt perfect, from the soft touch of her tongue to her wet lips and the feel of her soft hands gliding over the shaft of my cock. Reaching down, I slipped my hand under the low-cut V of her shirt, cupping her supple breast inside of her lace bra.

"Are you able to swallow me this time?" I asked.

Without stopping, she moaned a muffled "mmmhmm" as she intensified her sucking.

"Oh, shit. Your mouth is... oh my God, keep it up."

She continued to suck me with her eyes closed, possibly imagining that it was her husband's cock in her mouth instead of another man's. Her mouth remained wet as if it were her pussy readying itself for sex. If I didn't know that she had only done this once before, I would have thought she was very experienced at pleasuring a man orally.

In all honesty, I was relishing the fact that I was having my second blowjob from a married woman whose husband had not yet experienced.

Around ten minutes after being lost in the incredible oral skills of this woman, I lost control.

"Are you ready?" I asked. "I can't hold back."

Her body tensed, but she didn't pull away as her throat let out a sexually charged growl. It was clear she was ready for what was about to come.

My hands gripped the chair as I tried to control my hips from thrusting uncontrollably as my balls tightened and released my sperm into her mouth.

"OH Fuck... yes."

Vaguely, I heard Melissa moaning through my cum, trying not to gag or choke. She was doing admirably until she finally had to pull off. I saw her quickly swallow before she put her mouth back over me to aggressively continue, but not before a final stream of semen shot across her nose, barely missing her eye. My orgasm slowed, but she wanted more, squeezing the shaft with both hands, trying desperately to entice more from me, squeezing out every last drop until I was completely drained.

"You're incredible!" I was finally able to say, still catching my breath.

She groaned as she pulled away, wiped my semen off of her face with her finger, and licked it clean. I was left in awe of her skill, determination, and willingness to do things to satisfy her newfound yearnings. She then stood and walked to the restroom around the corner to clean up.

When she didn't return after a few minutes, I found her leaning over the sink, staring into her own reflection.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"What is wrong with me?" she whispered. "Why does this turn me on so much?" I paused, unsure of how to respond. "It's okay to have desires," I reassured her gently. I'm just glad you're sharing them with me."

"But that doesn't make it right," she told me. "I know it's wrong, but I can't help how much I enjoyed it."

Walking behind her, I put my hands around her body. I lightly roamed over her breasts and down her stomach, moving to the back of her thighs. Moving up her skirt, I squeezed her firm ass. "We should probably go before we go too far," I finally told her.

Slowly, with slits in her eyes, she nodded in agreement, and we both made ourselves presentable before walking to her car, before I kissed her goodnight.

That night, I was again in bed with my wife, telling her about my night with Melissa.

"Go back and feed her a few more loads, and she will be begging to be fucked. Then you can take her to our place to introduce your dick to her pussy. I want to suck her juices off of you next time."

The very next night, I arrived at Melissa's store, and again, we ended up in the back room with her lips wrapped around me. There was no hesitation as every drop ended up in her belly.

"I've said it from the start, you are a natural," I said, laughing.

"Thank you," she told me, not being sure if she was thanking me for the compliment or letting her suck me off.

She rose from her kneeling position and started to put her shirt back on that I had removed so I could fondle and suck on her perky titties. "Oh, no, you don't. I owe you an orgasm, and I'm not going to let you leave until you've been satisfied."

"Oh? What did you have in mind? We still can't have sex."

"I'm betting you haven't done this, which should be a crime." Sitting her on the desk in front of the chair, I pushed her skirt up and kissed my way between her thighs. The closer I got to her center, the more nervous she became.

"What are you going to do?" She asked.

"I'm going to taste you," I whispered. I was so close to her married pussy that her pheromones were driving me mad.

"I've never done that before," she admitted.

Smiling with the thought that I was going to take another of her virginities, I kissed my way closer to her glistening vagina. "Then we're both going to enjoy this." I went slowly and avoided her pussy until I had kissed and licked the skin around her vulva. I could feel her trembling with excitement and anticipation as my tongue finally split the flower of her labia.

"Oh my god," was all she could say as my tongue moved up and down her cleft, missing her clitoris on each pass. "Oh, god, oh god…," she moaned, arching her back and grabbing onto the desk for support. Finally, I lightly moved my tongue over her sensitive and swollen clit, making her let out an erotic moan of pure pleasure.

"That's so good," Melissa told me. I then slid two fingers into her pussy, feeling her body tense as I enjoyed her forbidden nectar. Her breathing deepened, and her skin reddened as it prepared for the inevitable climax. Melissa's moans grew louder, and she whispered, "Don't stop."

"Oh my god, oh my god!" Melissa's legs then tensed and shot out as her head fell backward. One of her hands went around my head, grabbing my hair and aggressively pulling me into her pussy. The veins in her neck were thick and intense-looking as her orgasm seized her by her soul. Letting out a guttural scream that echoed throughout the room, her ecstasy overtook her. She came hard as my mouth sucked on her clitoris and my fingers manipulated her G-spot until she was left breathless and spent, completely consumed in the pleasure.

While I walked Melissa to her car, she told me, "Kevin thinks that giving blowjobs makes a woman a whore. I don't understand. When we watch porn together, he seems to really like it when the woman is sucking the guy.

"You're certainly not a whore, Melissa. You're just young and wanting to experience new things. I'm sure that someday, you will be swallowing him whole and enjoying every minute of it."

"I don't want to embarrass him, but I need sex so much more than he realizes. We've been married for just under a year, and I've already cheated on him. What kind of wife does that make me?"

"The kind of wife I'm going to fuck the living hell out of," I thought only in my head before I watched her drive away.

That night, I again told Kim about my time with Melissa.

"She wants you to take her, not just fuck her, and you'll get your chance soon. I can guarantee it."

Opportunity came when I received a text from her just three days later.

"Are you available later tonight?" She asked. She had hinted that she wanted to back off and try to stay loyal to her husband, but when a married woman gets the taste of forbidden fruit, it's hard to resist.

"Are you thirsty again?" I asked.

"Very much so, but it's not that kind of help that I need. There have been some break-ins in my neighborhood, and my front door camera keeps telling me that there's been motion detected, even when there's no one there. I wouldn't ask, but my husband just left town this morning for a few days."

I don't know if her story was true. I was sure she had friends who could have gone with her, so I suspected that she was just making an excuse to give herself permission to have me over. "I'll be right over."

Meeting her at her store, I followed her home. "You don't need to come in, I'm sure I'm just being paranoid. I can be such a baby sometimes."

"Nonsense, how would I feel if I found out you were strangled by a serial killer?" I teased. She rolled her eyes and laughed, unlocking the door and stepping inside. "Maybe I should be more worried about you," she offered.

"Don't worry, all you have to say is get out, and I'll leave you alone with your boogie man for the night. I promise I won't be offended." We laughed and talked some more before we found ourselves sitting on the couch together.

"Why don't you show me one of those videos you say your husband likes so much? "Maybe I'll learn something new."

"I can't do that," she replied. "It would be embarrassing. Besides, I don't think we could just watch," she said, averting her gaze.

I watched her for a moment before leaning over to kiss her. She turned her head and said, "Maybe this was a mistake; I shouldn't have asked you over."

"Would you like me to leave?" I asked.

"Yes, I think. I mean, no. I don't know."

"How turned on are you, Melissa?" I asked directly, now recognizing why I was there.

She looked at me, her eyes glazed over. "I'm throbbing…"

Smiling, I put my arm around her and kissed her, eliciting a deep moan of approval.

Pulling away after a few minutes, she said, "We shouldn't."

"No, we shouldn't," I responded as I caressed her breast.

She then stood and tentatively took her shirt off and tossed it to an adjoining chair before reaching back to take her bra off. "I'm going to regret this." She then unbuttoned her pants and shimmied out of them, along with her panties, while keeping her eyes on me, her face full of lustful hunger.

Taking the hint, I took my clothes off and sat there, watching her perfect breasts heaving with every breath. I could smell her essence emanating from her aroused center, turning me on even more. She then straddled my hips, her bare thighs on each side of my own.

Leaning in, I captured her breasts with my mouth and sucked both of her nipples, making her moan in ecstasy.

"I need you inside me."

Not wasting any time, she reached between us, grabbed my cock, and raised it to her entrance, guiding me inside her. I felt her warmth enveloping me as she lowered herself until I could feel her heat radiating against my balls.

Melissa started moving, lifting herself up, and then dropping back down with force. The sounds she was making were incredibly arousing as she squeaked, moaned, and babbled incomprehensibly as the sounds of her wetness became even more discernible.

I was in heaven as Melissa gave herself to me, but I wasn't prepared for how good and tight her pussy would feel; therefore, I had to stop her before we ended the night too soon.

"Take me to your room, Melissa. I'm going to fuck you in your bed," I told her. Her face turned to nervousness as she dismounted me. I could feel her hesitation, but her desires won out, and she turned and walked to her bedroom, looking back at me to be sure I was following.

Turning, we kissed some more as I caressed the cleft of her vagina and twisted her nipples. "Lie on the bed; I want to taste you." She obeyed, eagerly spreading her legs as I knelt down between them. Her labia and clitoris were obviously engorged as I feasted on her delicious center, bringing her to a quick orgasm with my tongue.

"Oh, god, yes. Eat me, please. I love that," she responded as I slipped two fingers into her, giving her an intense orgasm before finally climbing between her legs, aiming for her center and easily entering her moist folds.

"Fuck me," she cried as I thrust into her hard as I kissed her, giving her a taste of her own juices. Looking to my left, I noticed that there was a full-length mirror on the closet door, so I pulled my dick out and put her on all fours with her facing the mirror.

"Have you ever watched yourself getting fucked?" I asked as I rammed into her from behind."

Melissa didn't understand what I said until she looked up. Seeing herself on all fours, with my hands gripping her hips as my hips lunged against hers, sent her over the edge, making her mouth drop open as a sexual growl escaped her throat. "That's so hot. fuck me!"

She continued to watch herself as I plunged into her repeatedly, making her pussy gush its sexual fluid against my thighs, soaking us both. After a while, I stopped my thrusting and let her do all the work, riding me just as hard or harder as I rode her, giving her pleasures she had sadly yet to experience as a married woman.

After several screaming orgasms and wanting her to experience more positions, I turned her onto her side and spooned her, raising her leg so it was resting on top of mine.

"Can you see my cock fucking you, Melissa?"

Slowing my thrusts, I sawed into her so she could get the full effect of what she felt when a man entered and exited her pussy. Something I intended on getting her used to. "Oh my god, that looks so hot," she said as she watched.

Melissa couldn't keep her eyes off the wet shaft as I started thrusting faster and harder until I was becoming dangerously close to filling her with my seed.

Understanding that I could only take so much, she told me, "I want to feel your cum on my ass."

Pushing her flat onto her stomach, and with me on my knees, straddling her, I pounded her mercilessly, making her scream through more orgasms than she had ever experienced before.

Finally, I moaned as I pulled out of her spasming pussy and unloaded my seed onto her back and between her ass cheeks.

"Oh, yes, I can feel it on my skin." The sight of her trembling with my cum on her ass was a view that I cherished. I eagerly used my semi-erect member to massage myself into her supple skin between her cheeks, making sure to push against her rosebud.

"Ohhh, that feels so good on my ass. I liked that more than I thought I would."

Spotting a towel on the bedside table. It was obvious what it was used for, but it looked clean, so I used it to wipe my cum from her body. "That was nice, thank you."

I then tossed the towel to the floor and was curious if her husband would ever wonder about the dried cum on his sex towel.

Not wanting to rush the moment, I slid my body up and down hers, giving her a full-body massage. "You have an amazing body. Thank you for sharing it with me," I told her as I continued to touch every inch of her. There was just something about fucking a married woman in her marriage bed that kept me going.

"Oh my," she said as she wiggled her ass against my stiffening member. "Are you hard again?"

Turning her onto her back, I lay between her splayed legs and slid my throbbing cock through her wet folds once again.

"Oh, my god, that feels so good," she moaned, arching her back in pure joy.

This time, the urgency was gone as I eased into her over and over again. I knew that when she came out of her sexual haze, the guilt for having sex with another man in her marriage bed was going to hit her hard. But in that moment, all that mattered to her was the raw sex her body hungered for.

"Make me cum again," she whispered over and over again. "I never knew it could feel so good." She was so far gone that I could have fucked her for hours without her noticing how long we were going at it. At this rate, she was certainly going to be feeling me inside of her for a few days, reminding her with every step she took what pleasures she had allowed herself.

I desperately wanted to fill her married pussy to overflowing and knew Melissa would have openly begged for it if I asked, but I wanted to share that moment with my wife. Kim had watched as I had fucked other women before, but she had never watched as I soiled another man's wife for the first time, and as wrong as it sounded, I wanted her to have that chance.

After fucking her longer than I was sure her husband ever had, I pulled out to stand to the side of the bed. "Come here, you sexy little vixen." I grabbed her legs, brought her to me, and entered her again. "You can watch as I cum all over your stomach this time."

For a few more minutes, she watched as I sawed into her depths before pulling out. My first shot hit her right between her tits, while the rest went over her stomach and pubic area, and more landed on her spread labia as she watched. "That's so hot," she said as she rubbed my cum into her clitoris and between her pussy lips before raising her fingers to her mouth to slowly lick it off.

Every time I did something with Melissa, more of her unfulfilled longings came out, along with her openness to exploring forbidden pleasures. Needing to leave before she came back down to earth, I watched her rub my sperm into her pores as I dressed.

As I kissed her goodnight, I took a mental picture of her lying there, the look of forbidden lust still on her face. I loved to see the look of pure satisfaction when leaving a married woman's bed. It was so satisfying in a strange, twisted way.

That night, while Kim and I fucked, I told her how desperate I was to cum in Melissa's pussy. "She was open to anything with me," I told her.

"That's so hot. I can't wait to get a piece of her myself. How about next weekend, you get her into our bed so I can listen while you make her scream? A little birdie told me her husband will be taking another business trip to the same hotel. I'll even help you fuck her after I get a taste of her for myself."

"By the way, how is your other endeavor coming?" I asked.

"Oh, there's nothing little about it. She then proceeded to tell me what she's been getting herself into, or what's been getting into her. I couldn't believe her audacity.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy, Melissa. Part three coming soon.