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 "So, how was he?'
Melinda heard the distinct sound of disapproval in Anne's tone. She was sure that Anne
was dying to hear about the meeting, and she wondered how Anne was able to hold off calling
until Saturday night.
"Amazing, absolutely amazing." Melinda answered her. "he gave me what I was looking
for."
"What you were looking for or what you are looking for?"
Melinda knew what she meant by the question. Was it a one-time thing, or was it the start
of an affair? Melinda decided not to tell her friend that she had already made love to Michael
again since the initial meeting.
"It was great experience, " she said, "but, I don't see any need to have it again."
"Melinda, you said the experience was incredible and amazing."
"Yeah, so?"
"Melinda, sweetie, if you felt that way about it, and it proved to you that there is
something more out than what Alan offers you, don't you think you will want it again?"
Melinda was now wishing she had ignored the call. She did want it again. She but her lip,
and tried to think of a convincing answer, but none came.
"I don't know."
She was back to work on Monday, proclaiming herself healed and acting as though she
had never been sick even for a day, since, in truth, she had not been. She struggled through the
day trying to focus on her work. She went to lunch by herself, and watched the other people
around her, wondering are they adulterers? Do they cheat? An odd sense of self had taken over
Melinda. She was having an affair. She had a lover. Her life now had the potential to be a great
source of gossip, a great source of stress, and certainly turn into a great disaster. Even the stares
of admiring men made her feel more uneasy than ever. After all, if she was fucking another man
besides her husband, why not two? Or three? Perhaps any man would be able to seduce her. She
panicked from time-to-time, feeling as though if people stared a her long enough, they could tell
she was a cheating wife. She felt as though something physical had manifested itself on her body,
and it would grow with each reception of Michael's sperm in her pussy until it was so large that
Alan, her friends, and her parents would notice. She would be revealed for what she had done.
But Melinda tried not to think about that. God, she still loved Alan! She still wanted to be
his wife! Her thoughts turned to how easy it had been. She had had sex now with two men who
were not her husband. Nobody really knew. She found herself asking what was so bad about what
she had done? Perhaps committing a sin makes one question why it should be a sin. No one had
been hurt. She still loved her husband, as was going to be a wife to him. She just had a need, a
secret need she could no longer define exactly. There was an excitement to the sex she had with
Michael that was intoxicating. The feelings were too new to fully understand, all she knew was
that for now she conceded that she needed sex with him.
Melinda walked into her office Tuesday morning to the sound of her ringing phone. A
flush of excitement filled her body as a yearning quickly developed. She hoped it was Michael,
and it was.
Melinda had been wondering how she was going to continue her affair. Obviously, she
couldn't call in sick every day. And Alan wasn't likely to allow another man into his home to
fuck his bride. She had known for some time now that her encounters with Michael would have to
be created through lies.
"Hey, baby." Michael said seductively.
"Hey." Melinda answered, a touch of excitement to her voice."
"Been thinking about me?"
"Um, a little." Melinda joked.
"A little? Well, if that's all the impression I've made on you then perhaps I'd better call
somebody else."
"No! No! I was just kidding!"
"Ok, then." Michael paused. "What are you wearing today?"
"A white top and black slacks."
"Hmm. New rule."
"What?"
"I'm starting a new rule. From now on, I want you to only wear skirts to work."
"Excuse me?"
"Well, I want to know that I can pay a visit and be able to slip my dick inside you. Skirts
are the best for that."
"Michael, I don't think you should come to the office."
"Well, we'll see about that. Just make sure to wear a skirt from now on." Melinda didn't
answer. "Anyway, I was thinking about you and how perfect your tight little cunt is and I decided
I want to fuck you tonight."
There was something about Michael's tone that she didn't like. She wasn't sure if he was
actually being so demanding or just kidding around. In either case, he could have been arousing
her much more convincingly by speaking to her more nicely. Still, Melinda's body was twitching
at the thought at being with her lover again. "What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"Why don't you come over to my place. I want you to stop at a store, though, first, and
buy something sexier than what you're wearing." H e was being demanding! Melinda gulped
with uncertainty at his suggestion. Going to his place was the last step in completing their
relationship. Instantly, Melinda pictured his home, and her things starting to have a presence in it.
He wanted her to buy an outfit, Melinda knew that she would leave it there. Eventually she might
have makeup, underwear, shoes and who knew what else at her lover's home. She shook the
images from her mind, reminding herself that such things were a good ways off, if even likely.
She was going to Michael's house to have sex, and that was it. She copied down the directions,
then hung up the phone. A few hours later, she dialed Alan's work number.
"Honey?" She said sweetly.
"Hey, Muffin." Alan replied with a pet name.
"I've got to work late tonight, I just wanted to let you know."
"How long?"
Melinda calculated in her mind. Time at the store, time to drive to Michael's. The time
for sexual intercourse, and the time back. "About four hours. I'm sorry." The drive wasn't that
long, nor did she expect to be long at the store. The extra time was for sharing her body with
Michael.
"Oh, baby, that sucks! Well, I'll have a nice hot dinner waiting for you and a bath. Just
give me a call when you're on your way."
Alan was such a good husband. A pang of guilt seared across Melinda's chest. "Ok. I will
see you tonight." Melinda hung up the phone with the knowledge that the inevitable, the
necessary, had happened. She had lied to her husband.
Melinda arrived at Michael's front door clutching a bag at her side. In addition to a new
dress, Melinda had also purchased a new set of ear rings and some makeup. She planned to dress
up wonderfully for her lover, and entice him to pleasure her at a new level. Michael opened the
door, and looked her over. His face turned to a scowl.
"Didn't I tell you to buy something sexy?" He asked.
"Yes, I did. Right here." Melinda lifted the bag.
"Melinda, the point of having you buy something sexy was so that you would arrive
looking sexy. You were supposed to put on whatever you bought before you came here."
"I. I." Melinda was stunned. "I didn't know. I thought I would just change here." Hurt
shot through her, not just from Michael's attitude, but from the fact he implied she wasn't sexy in
her current outfit. While not slutty, it was still very elegant and professional.
"Well, now you know. Melinda." He opened the door and walked inside, his back turned
towards Melinda. He pointed at a bathroom with out turning to look at her. "You can change in
there. Come get me when you're ready."
Melinda felt like crying. Obediently, she went to the bathroom. She looked at herself in
the mirror, mouthing the words "What are you doing?" A week ago, Melinda was wondering
what she was missing out on in her sex life. A month ago, she had been a happy woman, content
with her career and mostly content with her marriage. How did I get here? She asked herself as
she unbuttoned her blouse. As confused as she felt, the drive for exploration compelled her to
undress in Michael's bathroom. It compelled her to pull out the skimpy black dress from her
shopping bag, and slip it over her underwear-clad body. The dress was velvety smooth, and had
two soft cups that went over her breasts. It was shoulder-less, and held up by two thin straps. The
cups plunged in the middle, causing her lower breast area to be exposed as well as the upper. The
cups barely covered her nipples, and forced her firm round tissue into an incredible sight of
cleavage. Immediately she noticed her bra was visible, and undid the clasp at her back. She
watched her nipples bob in and out of the cups as she pulled the bra from her body. A deep oval
was cut beneath the breasts, showing a hint of her stomach as well as her chest. The dress hugged
her body tightly, and she was glad her panties rode high on her hips as two slits revealed a strip of
her legs nearly up to her waist.
Melinda donned the earrings and fixed her makeup, sliding a deep red tint onto her lips.
She fluffed her hair, letting it freely fall down her shoulders. She examined herself in the mirror,
no longer certain the dress was as sexy as Michael craved, but knew she had no choice but to find
out. She stepped out of the bathroom, clutching her purse nervously to her waist, and approached
Michael, who was sitting on a couch.
"Michael?"
Her lover turned, and his face formed a smile. "Awesome, absolutely awesome." His
eyes locked on her cleavage, then moved down to her waist, and down her legs.
"Am I sexy enough?"
"Oh, baby, you are totally fucking hot!" Michael sprung off the couch and walked up to
Melinda. "Your tits look fucking incredible!" He grabbed her, pulled her towards him, and
planted his lips on her breasts. Melinda rubbed her fingers through her hair, happy that she was
acceptable and that their long night of love-making had begun. Michael led her by the hand,
presumably to the bedroom. Melinda was a bit surprised when he took her to a glass door instead.
Michael opened it, and led Melinda out onto a deck overlooking a section of woods. Michael
guided Melinda to the railing. He stepped behind her, then moved his hands up her stomach and
onto her breasts.
"Does your husband know you dress like this?" He whispered in your ear.
"No." Melinda gasped. Her head lifted back. She noticed the first few evening starts had
appeared in the sky.
"Does your husband know that another man is doing this?" he asked, pinching her nipple
through the velvety material.
"Uh! No."
Michael's other hand slid up the back of her thigh, under the dress, and onto her ass. His
hand stopped abruptly.
"These aren't silk." He said, referring to her panties.
"What?" Melinda felt a hard impact of Michael's hand on her buttock. He had spanked
her!
"Your wearing cotton panties. I like silk." He spanked her again, a little harder. "You
show up dressed un-sexy, and then you don't get the panties right?" He spanked her again/
Melinda's ass was ringing with pain. She turned to him, grabbing for his hands. He caught hem.
His powerful grip held them in place.
"Another new rule. from now on, all your panties must be silk. Maybe you need a little
recap? One, wear nothing but skirts to work. Two, always come to me looking sexy. Three,
always wear silk panties. Think you can handle that?"
Melinda was mortified. Her mouth hung open, unable to speak. Michael turned her back
to the railing, lifted her dress, and began spanking. He was hitting as hard, but he continued to
slap his hand against her ass repeatedly. Finally, he stopped, but only to rip the panties from
Melinda's hips. Melinda felt Michael's weight crush against her. His hands returned to her
breasts, groping them fiercely. At some point, he must have unzipped, for Melinda felt his long
hard cock push inside her. She was surprised at how wet and lubricated she was.
Michael started humping slowly. His mouth was pressed against her left shoulder. His
hands continued to grope her breasts. Melinda stared up at the sky, happy the sex had finally
begun, but not entirely happy with the "experience" Michael was giving her. Michael removed a
hand from her breast, and groped the other one to her waist for better leverage. Melinda closed
her eyes, enjoying the pleasure of his mammoth cock inside her. She wanted him to go faster. She
wanted to feel its length pushing in and out of her. She could feel the tender skin of her cunt
pushing slightly inwards with each thrust, then being pulled slightly back as he pulled out. Her
pussy finished lubricating quickly. Her ass tingled along with her cunt, and she found herself
desperately wishing to cum.
Melinda felt something push against her lips. She opened her eyes. She smelled a familiar
burning. it was a cigarette. Michael was had it on her lip, and was waiting for her to close her
deep red lips on the white cylinder.
"Michael. I don't smoke." Melinda said after turning her head.
"You do now." He said, pushing it back between her lips.
"Michael, no, please. I used to smoke. I was really addicted."
"Did you give it up for your husband?"
"Yes."
"Well, you'll start again for me." He was still humming her. His cock was still inside her,
filling her with pleasure.
"No. I don't want to."
Michael pulled his impaled shaft from Melinda's body.
"Michael, don't stop!" Melinda pleaded.
"I want you to smoke this." He said. "It turns me on. I've done so much for you, I think
you can do this one thing for me."
"Michael, its not that simple. You're talking about my health. You're talking about
cancer."
"It's just one cigarette."
"But I was so hooked. I smoked two packs a day. Lung cancer runs in my family.. breast
cancer. I had to stop."
"I thought you quit for your husband."
"I did, so I could be with him." The sentence resounded in her mind like a bell.
"Do you want my cock in you or not?"
"Michael, I want you to fuck me, but I don't want to smoke for you."
"If you want me to fuck you, then you have no choice."
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