Archive-name: Control/advmelis.txt

Archive-author: Bill Williams

Archive-title: Adventures of Melissa, The



Keywords: mind control



 

                           Chapter  1 

                      Going to the Movies 

 

     "What I'm trying to explain to you, is that I don't know if

I'd get horny or not.  Since we got married, the only other time

that I've seen another man's cock was when you brought those X-

rated videos home.  I damn sure got horny that night!  We

couldn't wait to get into bed!  Neither of us sleeping until

daylight.  We were so fucked out we just laid around most of the

next day!" 



     "Did looking at cocks before we got married turn you on?" 



     The blonde wife looked at her husband, reflectively, "Well,

I guess so." 



     "What do you mean, you guess so?" 



     "I mean yes!  Of course it turned me on.  Is that what you

wanted to hear?" 



     "I didn't want to hear anything except the truth, Dear.  My

point is that nudity can be sexy as hell." 



     "Of course it can be sexy as hell.  I just don't know if

only looking at just a man's cock would turn me on or not." 



     Bill's eyebrows shot up.  "And that's what I'm trying to

explain to you, that how could you know how your body and mind

will act unless you have the experience.  Sometimes, something

might sound exciting, but in the real world, fact and fantasy

might be totally different." 



     Melissa grinned back at Bill.  "And just what have you got

planned?  The last time you started this kind of conversation,

you brought home a few fuck movies.  Now, you're asking me if

seeing a guy with an erection, even jacking off, would turn me

on?  Okay, I say `yes,' it would turn me on a lot!" 



     "And, what if he wanted you to do the jacking?"  Her husband

asked with raised eyebrows. 



     The pert blonde housewife grinned impishly at her husband.

"Now I don't know who's talking about fact, and who's talking

about fantasy.  Did you bring another of those films home?  If

you did, let's get it out and get it on.  To tell you the truth,

all this talking about sex already has me just a little turned

on.  In fact, it's got me a lot turned on.  I'm starting to get

damp just thinking about getting it on with you tonight." 



     "No, Honey, I didn't bring any videos home, but if you're

serious about seeing a film tonight, we can go to that adult

theater in town and watch one, then come back home and make love

and drink brandy, again." 



     "I don't know if I'd rather make love, or just fuck.

Actually, I think I'd rather fuck, it sounds dirtier!  Do they

really show everything in the adult movies?" 



     "You bet your sweet ass they show everything.  It's not any

different than the videos I borrowed and brought home, like any

other movie." 



     "Then how do these theaters stay in business, if everyone

can just go to the corner video store and rent the same thing?"  

  "People go for the atmosphere.  It's totally different than

sitting home and watching them on a small TV screen." 



     "Do couples go to those movies?" 



     "I think that there are more single men, or maybe married

men on a night away from their wives, but there are couples, and

once in a while a single lady comes in." 



     "So, they only sit there and watch the movies, getting all

horned-up, is that it?" 



     "Well, not always.  Most of the time there are guys jacking

off in the back row, also sometimes a couple will get so excited

that they make it right there in the theater." 



     "Do you mean the men actually masturbate right there in the

theater, with their pricks out, with everything showing?" 



     "Sure, although it's a little dark for sight seeing." 



     "But, what if someone should see them?" 



     "So what if they did?" 



     "Well, I don't know, Bill, but it seems to me that they

wouldn't want anyone seeing them jack off." 



     "Not necessarily true, my love.  Some of them may get off on

having somebody watch them jack off, while others probably get

off, on watching.  Nothing like a little voyeurism to speed up

the old body juices." 



     "Well, it's speeding up my body juices, just talking about

watching.  I wonder what it would be like, seeing some guy take

his cock out and jack it off in a movie theater?" 



     "As much as you like seeing my cock, you'd probably go

bananas, maybe even grabbing hold of it to help." 



     "I wonder how many strokes they'd let me take?" 



     "How many do you want to take?" 



     "Bill, you know me. I never get turned off, so I'd probably

want to pump on the old handle all night long.  Jesus, but I'm

getting horny talking about all this illicit sexual action." 



     "Well then, Melissa, let's get going and watch a couple of

guys jack off." 



     "Jesus, Bill, baby," Melissa groaned, "that turns me on,

thinking about seeing some guys jacking off, so much so that I'd

like to make love right here and now.  All of this talking about

sex, gets me excited, but if you want to go to a screw movie,

then why not.  I'm game if you are.  So give me a few minutes to

get dressed, I don't want to wear these Levis to the show." 



     She spun, then turned back to face Bill.  "Do you really

think that some man would jack off with me watching?" 



     "If you don't get ready, you'll never find out, now will

you?" 



     She rushed from the room, her curvaceous ass undulating as

she almost ran down the hall to the bedroom.  Stripping off her

Levis and sweater, Melissa ran her hands over her bra and then

removed it.  Her luscious breasts spilled from the brassiere

cups, standing out from her rib cage.  Her quivering, pink-tipped

nipples firm from thinking about screwing.  After all, if she got

turned on in the movie, it would be nice if Bill could touch her

nipples. 



     She quickly rushed into the shower, lathered her body with

soap suds and hot water, then just as quickly rinsed with cold

water, almost leaping out of the shower to dry, humming while she

rubbed the towel over her body until it glowed from the cold

water rinse and the towel. 



     Melissa Williams stood nude in front of the bathroom mirror

while she applied her make up.  Her glowing complexion required

very little aid from the few items of make-up sitting on the wash

basin cabinet.  However, Melissa enjoyed making the best of her

looks.  A touch of blue eye shadow on the lids of her ice blue

eyes.  A quick touch of eyeliner from a dark pencil outlined her

lids, a little line drawn outward to make her already wide extra

long lashed sensual eyes look even more sensual.  A brush dusted

in a pale pink blush make-up, applied to her high cheek bones

brought just a highlight of color to her pink cheeks. 



     Carefully, the beautiful lady unscrewed the top of her

lipstick and applied the glossy color to her full lower lip then

more lightly to her upper lip.  Satisfied, she stepped back one

step, looked at herself in the mirror, turning her head first one

way, then the other.  "Not too bad for an old lady of

thirty-two," Melissa thought. 



     She had no complaints about her thick mop of tawny blonde

hair, with a hint of a soft natural curl which made it easy to

both shampoo and brush.   



     Melissa's sun tanned skin with the pale marks of her

two-piece bikini, almost made her body look as if she were

wearing panties and bra when she was nude.   She placed her hands

on her hips, thrusting out her breasts, looking at herself in the

mirror.  The thick curls of fur on her pussy were exactly the

same color and softness of curl as the hair crowning her head.

The line of hair ending at the bottom of her firm belly was so

straight that it looked as if it were shaved by a razor. 



     Her breasts were another matter entirely.  They were a shade

too heavy for her slim torso and very tiny waist.  Melissa

normally wore a thirty six bra with a true fit somewhere between

a C cup and a D cup.  Her breasts caused her no end of problems

when buying a dress, since the tops were always made for someone

with a smaller chest, or the bottoms for a bigger ass. 



     The last time Melissa had used a tape measure, she had a

figure that totaled out to thirty six and a half around her

chest, a very tiny twenty-three around her waist, and her

buttocks were thirty five inches when measured at the fullest

part of her ass. 



     Melissa turned around, looking at her naked buttocks and

back over her shoulder, practicing a sexy look, eyes half closed,

wetting her full lower lip with the tip of her pink tongue.  She

wriggled her body at her image in the mirror, looking at the deep

cleft between the cheeks of her ass, watching to see how firm she

was.  The protruding cheeks of her ass were so firm that they

hardly even quivered, even though they stuck out almost more than

she would have liked. 



     Her full boobs, were another story.  They quivered,

shivered, and jiggled like jell-o any time she moved, and were

the part of her anatomy that men always looked at hard, after

they finished staring at her face.  Sometimes it became most

embarrassing the way men stared at her tits, even though it did

turn her on and make her feel especially sexy.  When they looked,

she would fantasize about fucking the man staring at her, with

him sucking and making love to her tits. 



     That was if she was facing a man.  If he was behind her,

Melissa knew that it was her curved ass that they liked as they

looked.  One of her favorite tricks, was to look suddenly over

her shoulder and catch some poor man staring at her ass, look him

straight in the eye and then smile.  Most of the time they got

caught looking and they turned red and looked away, but

sometimes, when they smiled back, Melissa would feel the heated

moisture gather in the folds of her soft pussy. 



     Men had always been easy for her.  Her figure had changed

when she was thirteen.  With a spurt that amazed everyone who

knew her, she had turned from a skinny girl into a full woman. 

First, a thickening of fine peach fuzz on her groin then, a thick

patch of curly soft ringlets.  Her nipples grew, then her breasts

started swelling.  She could remember that every time her mother

bought her a bra, within a month or two it was too tight.  Her

tits never stopped growing until she was over sixteen. 



     Casting her eyes over her nude body, Melissa decided that

she was lucky that she was a beautiful woman as she dashed from

the bathroom to her closet.  She slid the hangers in her closet

to find a dress to make it easier to have her pussy touched when

Bill got turned on.  She picked a silky jersey dress with a

button down front and picked a wide black soft leather Italian

belt to go with the dress.



     She decided not to wear pantyhose, instead, letting her long

slim legs be smooth and naked under her dress.  Quickly finding a

pair of new panties in her dresser, she changed into the new lacy

bikini bottoms that didn't cover much of the curvaceous cheeks of

her ass. 



     Slipping the dress on over her head, Melissa buttoned the

top to leave a generous cleavage of her soft tits showing.  Her

tiny waist, cinched even tighter, made her luscious figure even

more sensual. 



     At the last instant, she turned, rummaging through her

drawer full of lingerie.  Finding a black garterbelt and a pair

of black stockings.  After putting them on, Melissa snapped off

her bedroom light and left the bedroom, sauntering downstairs.



     "Does this look like what the well dressed wife wears out

when she goes to a fuck movie?"  Melissa twirled to show off her

dress, the dark orange jersey dress swirled around her slim legs.

Her full tits strained against the warm fabric, quivering with no

support from a bra.



     Bill admired her dress, patted her curved ass and grabbed

her hand.  "Let's get going, sweetness, before I pull that dress

off your gorgeous body and fuck you right here on the floor." 



     "No sir, No sir! You said you were going to take me to a

movie, and then make love, or maybe even fuck, which ever comes

first, and I'm holding you to that," Melissa said, pulling Bill

to the door, smiling at his compliment. 



     The theater was dark and Bill guided Melissa to the steps

that led to the upper balcony, walking higher up the long steep

steps until they were at the back row.  Peering into the dark,

they both tried to see if anyone was in the seats at the rear.

Just then, the rear rows were illuminated when one of the patrons

lit a cigarette.  Bill led Melissa as they settled into the soft

seats.  Of the thirty or so seats in the last row, most were

empty, as they sat back and looked at the screen. 



     The film showed two young women licking on the erect cock of

a young man lying on the floor of what appeared to be a living

room.  Both girls slowly sucking and twirling their wet, pink

tongues around the head of his prick, and one held his testicles,

gently kneading and squeezing. 



     Melissa watched with interest.  Her initial embarrassment

being in the theater slowly leaving her, as the three beautiful

people on the screen progressed into ever increasing sexual

situations.  The male ran his hands over the tits of one girl,

pressing the soft flesh and pinching the pink nipple gently, then

running his hand down to slide a finger into the wet hole of the

other.  The juicy cunt he was finger-fucking left a slick coating

of oily lubricating wetness on his finger. 



     Melissa could feel the juices from her own pussy wetting her

opening and she squirmed slightly in the seat and leaned over

closer to Bill's arm, turning to face him, whispering in his ear.

"I'll answer your question now," Melissa purred.  "Yes, seeing a

hard cock turns me on, and the pussies do too!  I'm starting to

really get horny now.  I can really feel my pussy getting very

juicy.  Wouldn't you like to feel?" 



     Bill caressed her thigh, running his hand over the fullness

of her upper leg.  His fingers touching the hem of her dress,

raising it, and drifting his fingers over the smooth warmth of

her leg.  His hand drew her dress higher, and his fingers touched

the silky band at the crotch of her new panties, feeling the hot

slick wetness seeping through the silky fabric. 



     Melissa squirmed again, slightly spreading her thighs so

Bill's fingers could have access to her tingling cunt.  She kept

her eyes on the screen while his finger teased at her pussy

through the wetness of her panties.  Her breathing became shorter

as he stroked the length of the crevice between her thighs,

probing and moving around in the sweet, wet junction buried in

her cunt hairs. 



     Melissa sensed a movement to her right and saw a man moving

closer to them.  He seated himself one seat over, leaving an

empty seat between them.  Melissa started to pull her dress down

over her exposed thighs, and then realized that whatever the man

could see was no different than what he could see on the screen.

At first, she felt uncomfortable with the stranger sitting so

close to her, then on second thought, she felt the sexual thrill

of his voyeurism. 



     She watched him out of the corner of her eye.  He was not

watching them.  Not directly, but his head was turned closer to

them than to the screen.  She was very excited by the thought of

that man watching her husband stroke her pussy through the thin

covering of her panties, knowing she could turn him on even more

by showing him much more of her long legs and thighs. 



     Melissa tried to imagine what the stranger was thinking.  

"Look at that blonde and the guy with her.  I bet she's getting

turned on with his fingers in her pussy.  I'd like to fuck her.

I'd like to see her cunt.  Maybe if I move over closer, I could

see better." 



     In response to her own thoughts and urges, Melissa squirmed,

sliding down in the seat, moving her dress higher and very slowly

exposing her stocking clad thighs up to her new panties.  She

glanced over at the man on her right, finding that he'd turned

his head and was staring at her legs and Bill's caressing fingers

on her hot pussy. 



     Melissa squirmed around more in the seat, looking directly

at the man's face, raising the hem of her dress higher, opening

her legs to give him a better view. 



     He stared harder at her legs and thighs, looking at her

stockings and garterbelt and panties, tempting Melissa to give

him a really good show. 



     Melissa whispered in Bill's ear, "Dear, I've got to go to

the bathroom, I'll be right back." 



     She carefully made her way past the others in the row,

undulating down the steps at the side and, slowly moving to see

if she could catch sight of any of the men masturbating. One man

had both hands in his lap, moving, but before Melissa could see

if he had his prick out, she was past him, not wanting to stop

and look back. 



     Leaving the rest room, Melissa walked to the top of the

stairs, slowly swinging her hips as she climbed, glancing at the

men as she passed, moving to the rear row. 



     Melissa looked down at the lap of the man who had been

seated to her right.  She slowed as she brushed by his knees,

waited for him to stand up, and then pressed her firmly curved

ass against him as he stood to let her pass.   Melissa imagined

that she could feel the swelling bulge of the man's prick against

her firm ass as she slithered slowly past, squirming her buttocks

over and against his groin.  She paused, pressing her ass harder

against him, squirming slightly, teasing him with the firm

roundness of her buttocks, pleased with the feeling of sexual

excitement growing in her loins.



     "Thank you," she whispered as she smiled in the dim light. 



     After sitting by her husband, she again looked over at the

man, noticing now that he had both hands in his lap, covering his

groin.   "Bet he has a hard cock under those hands." thought

Melissa, "Watching those people on the screen probably has his

cock dripping and he is holding it down.  I hope I made it harder

when I brushed against him." 



     Bill put a hand back on her leg, fingers slipping slowly,

ever so slowly, up her soft inner thighs, reaching for her pussy.

Bill almost jumped as his fingers touched the soft ringlets of

hair around her bare cunt, his fingers feeling the seeping

moisture gathered at the pulpy slit between her legs. 



     She giggled, "That's right.  I took them off so you could

get a good feel!  The trip to the bathroom was an excuse." 



     Bill's fingers sought the wet opening when she opened her

thighs wider and raised her ass to let his fingers probe her

slit.   Melissa pulled her skirt from beneath her ass, pulling it

up until her long slim legs and slim curved tummy were visible in

the dim light.  Her soft and curly pussy hair clearly visible in

the reflected light from the screen. 



     She made an oblique glance at the man on her right to see if

he had noticed her open thighs, and again, imagined his thoughts. 

"Look at that cunt spread her legs.  My cock's so hard I think

I'll sneak it out and flog it a little while I watch her get

finger fucked." 



     Melissa decided that she'd try to entice the man to bring

his prick out where she could see it.  Her face turned to the

screen, but her eyes watched the stranger out of the corner.

Melissa watched, holding her breath, as his zipper drew slowly

and quietly down.  His hand slithering into the opening as he

opened his fly.  Melissa watched as he felt down inside, fishing

for his cock, then slowly, slowly easing it past the metal teeth

of his zipper. 



     She felt moisture gush from the folded pink lips of her

pussy as he took his cock out.  Sneaking it up, holding one hand

over the head, covering the rest of his cock with the other.  He

was softly and surreptitiously stroking it beneath his hands

until she turned and stared directly at his hands.  Slowly his

hand uncovered his cock, exposing his organ to her.  Stroking his

large, meaty prick slowly, while he stared at the wet junction

between her open legs. 



     Hard and impressive, his thick dick filled his stroking

hand, the upper length showing over his moving fist as he

stroked.  The thickness, even in the dim reflected light from the

screen, was most impressive to the sexually excited housewife.

Melissa's already wet pussy emitted even more honey, as she

looked with unabashed glee at the semi-erect organ that she'd

enticed into the open.  Although his eyes didn't seem to leave

the screen, his hand continued stroking and Melissa knew he was

aware of her watching him jack off his cock.  He raised his body,

lowering his arm to allow an unobstructed view of his

masturbation. 



     "Bill, the guy on my right has his thing out," she said. 



     "What's a thing?" 



     "He has his hard prick out, that's what thing!" 



     "Good. You said you wanted to see a hard cock being jerked

off, now's your chance to get a really close look."  Bill moved

his head back, his finger pressing harder on her swollen and

slippery clit. 



     Melissa turned her head back to watch the prick being

stroked a few feet away from her eyes, while the pressure of

Bill's finger brought her to a long shuddering climax.  Her 

wetness washed over Bill's fingers as her breathing caught in the

sheer sensuality of her husband's fingers buried in her pussy and

a stranger's big, hot prick being masturbated before her eyes at

the same time. 



     Melissa became more aware of the masturbator's eyes, looking

up for a glance at his face.  His eyes were fastened to the

fingers at the junction of her slim legs as he continued to raise

and lower his hand on his long prick.  If anything, Melissa got

more turned on. 



     Spreading her legs even more, her fingers slipped down to

raise her skirt still higher.  Slowly, her fingers pressed the

cloth of her skirt against her smooth thighs, slowly pulling the

soft dress higher on her legs, while watching the man's face. 



     The stranger leaned forward in his seat to watch the skirt

being hiked higher on her slim legs, while Melissa wriggled with

pleasure as she continued to raise the hem to allow him an

unobstructed view of her pussy.  She paused with the hemline of

her skirt just below her wet warm pussy, then squirmed on the

seat and raised the hem past the curly ringlets of her pussy,

while staring at his face. 



     His intense gaze was centered on her cunt, his hand fondling

his erect prick with lusty abandon at the show Melissa was

putting on for him.  Melissa continued to pull her dress higher,

until her belly was totally exposed, her whole lower torso, naked

to his staring eyes. 



     Enjoying the feeling of sensuality, she now toyed with the

buttons on the front of her dress, slowly unfastening them one by

one.  When the last of the buttons were undone, Melissa shrugged

her shoulders.  Her dress split down the front.  Melissa slowly

lifted her fingers to the opening, pulling the soft jersey open

past the nipples of her naked breasts. 



     Taking a deep breath, Melissa shrugged her shoulders,

spilling her soft full breasts out of the opening, where they

stood proudly, jiggling in the reflected light of the screen. 



     Her mind pictured Bill, "My wife really likes watching that

guy jerk off.  She'd really come if she had her hand on his cock,

too.  She's so hot with my hand on her wet cunt, she'll do

anything and that'll turn me on, too." 



     Bill's voice in her ear said, "I think you just came with a

finger in your pussy, while you watched him jerk off.  Did you

like having a finger in your wet cunt while you watched a hard

cock get jerked off?" 



     "Oh yes!  I'm hotter than a firecracker, just watching him

and having you feel me.  I like watching him jack off." 



     Bill's nose tickled her ear as he whispered, "Don't just

talk about it, do it if you want to.  I'll get my cock out so you

can jerk off my prick at the same time.  That way you can feel

two cocks at the same time." 



     "Jesus, Bill, I was just kidding.  I couldn't jack him off.

I don't even know him.  What if someone should see me?"  Melissa

whispered into her husbands ear.  She was only faking reluctance

to his suggestion, she was ready to try anything that sounded

sexy at that moment. 



     "So what if they do see you," he whispered back at her.

"What are they going to say with all of that going on up front on

the screen?  Besides, if you don't take hold of his prick, I'll

quit finger fucking your cunt. I'd really like to see you jerk

him off."



     "Would you really like to watch me jack off his prick?" 



     "Your damn right I would.  It would even make me hornier 

than I am right now.  I'm going to pull my prick out so you can

have a hard cock in each hand." 



     His fingers left her pussy to slide the zipper of his pants,

and quickly his throbbing, erect penis was standing from his lap

like a spear.  Her fingers curled around Bill's prick, feeling

the good, strong hardness and began to stroke him. She slowly

lowered her right arm and hand to the empty seat between them,

palm up, fingers curling as though holding his prick as her wrist

made small jacking motions on the empty seat, as if she had his

cock in her empty hand and was masturbating it. 



     The stranger looked at her hand, then her face to see her

level eyes open with invitation as she opened her naked thighs

wider for his inspection. 



     With slow movements, he slipped from his seat into the empty

seat next to Melissa, as she removed her arm from the seat and

rested it on the armrest between them.  Her hand was hanging over

the armrest. 



     Melissa removed the stranger's hand from his cock, and

replaced it with her own.  She let a small moan escape her as she

thrilled to the feel of another man's cock in her hand.  She

marveled at its hardness and heat. 



     Now, with both pricks in her hands, Melissa found and kept a

rhythm, jacking both men off.  It was obvious that they both were

enjoying the blonde wantonly jerking them off in public.  They

were both moaning and beginning to hump their hips in response to

her movements. 



     Very shortly, and from long experience, she knew Bill was

about to come.  She maintained her movements, stroking the length

of both cocks, and was soon rewarded with a loud moan from Bill

and a long spurt of his cum up and into the light from the

screen.  The stranger must have been watching, because almost

immediately, he, too, shot stream after stream of thick cum on to

the back of the seat in front of him. 



     Melissa never felt hotter than she did at that second.  Her

hands were covered with the men's cooling cum, so she pulled her

top together loosely and made her way out to the restroom.  She

was almost to the Ladies' room door when she realized she was

being followed.  She turned to find the young usher stepping up

to her. 



     He smiled a charming smile, "I was watching your performance

up there.  You are terrific." 



     Melissa returned his smile, "You're a bad boy to be watching

other people.  You should be fired."



     "How about jerking me off, now?" 



     "Why, how crude!  Why should I?" 



     The usher grinned and lowered his zipper, "How's this for a

reason?"  He had produced a very hard and very large cock,

pointing directly at Melissa. 



     "I'm not going to jack that monster off, but follow me." 



     They both stepped into the Ladies' room.  Melissa raised her

skirt up to her waist as she leaned back against the cold

porcelain of a sink.  The usher walked his big cock up to and

into Melissa's hot, steamy, dripping cunt.  There were no

niceties.  Both knew that this was going to be fast and furious,

each seeking a needed release with the help of the other. 



     The usher was young and strong and pounded his hardness into

her tight cunt.  Out and in, almost its entire length on each

stroke.



     Melissa, fully aroused by the dual jackoff in the theater,

was near a colossal climax when the usher penetrated her.  Now,

just a few strokes later, she surrendered totally to the immense

wave of the orgasm that was washing over every cell in her body. 

The usher continued his pounding and Melissa continued coming,

moaning, grunting, almost shouting with the pleasure each stroke

was giving her. 



     The usher speeded up his thrusts, grunting, "Yea, oh, yea!"

through his gritted teeth.  Melissa could feel him tense up with

his approaching orgasm, and wrapped her arms around his neck,

"Come on!  Fuck me!  Really shove it into me!  Fill my cunt with

your cum!" 



     It was all the urging the young man needed.  His cock

erupted in her steaming cunt.  Each of his thrusts was now

lifting Melissa's feet off the floor with its force and she

wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. 



     Finally, the usher slowed is assault on her pussy.  His cock

made a loud slurping noise as he removed it from her tight, wet

cunt, causing both of them to laugh.  The young man was zipping

up when he smiled at Melissa and said, "I know it's a corny joke,

but...Thanks, I really did need that!" 



     Melissa gave him a small kiss on the cheek and walked out

the Ladies's room door and back to her seat.  The stranger was

gone and Bill asked, "Is everything okay?" 



     The blonde smiled a smile obvious even in the darkness, "Oh,

yes!  Everything is perfect!" 



     They left the theater a few minutes later.  At home, they

undressed each other, preparing to continue their night of lust.



     Naked and on the bed, Bill was hard and ready to mount

Melissa, when she stopped him and asked him to eat her, first. 

Bill was only too happy to oblige, and when his tongue was buried

up her cunt, Melissa began her best orgasm of the night, thinking

of the young usher's cum in the same hole, only a few minutes

before.  She was sure Bill couldn't detect it and she was also

sure she would never tell him; liking it as her little secret. 

She would never tell Bill he was eating a stranger's cum out of

his wife's pussy!  The thought took her over the brink, again and

she thought, "Oh, God, what could possibly top this?" 



                           Chapter 2 

                         In the Movies 



     "Do you know that it's been exactly one month since we had

our adventure at the adult theater?" 



     They sat in the living room, watching a taped movie on their

VCR.  Bill had joined a video club and they enjoyed renting the

X-rated films.  They watched a couple a week, and then went to

bed and screwed until they were exhausted. 



     "Are you thinking about me jacking off a couple of cocks,

again?"  Melissa asked, with a flutter of her eyelids for effect.





     Bill smiled, idly rubbed the silky skin of her thigh just

above the smooth curve of her knee, then moving higher on her

sleek thigh, towards her heat and moistness.  "Are you?" 



     "God, yes!"  Melissa writhed as his fingers touched her

panty-covered pubis, "I'm ready to go to that theater again, any

time you are!"



     "You liked that little jacking off adventure, didn't you

baby?  His soft voice murmured seductively, "And you dig getting

your cunt finger-fucked while you jacked off two big, hard

pricks."



     His finger pushed through the silken fabric of her moist

panties at her erect clit.  Melissa began to squirm with delight

at the soft fingering of her hot pussy. 



     "I think we were both really turned on that night. Yes, I'd

like to either do that or some other adventure with you, again,"

Melissa purred, "I liked it when I had two fingers in my pussy

and a prick spurting cum in each hand.  Now that was really a

turn on for me." 



     "What I'd also like to do is watch you either finger fuck

another lady, or eat her, of fuck her, or something like that.

You know what I mean, have dirty sex with another woman while I

could watch, just like you watched me jack off those cocks there

in the movie house." 



     "Well honey, I'd like that too. If we could figure out how

to get another lady for me, or a guy for you.  Maybe we could

both watch each other fucking and sucking."  



     "I don't know whether I'd rather have you watch me, or me

watch you." 



     "Or, maybe watch each other!" 



     After a few minutes of silence, Melissa spoke again, "You

know that I do like these screw movies and I like to watch them

with you and then make love, but...our adventure at the theater

was more exciting than these movies." 



     Bill probed harder at her clit, his finger worming under the

elastic band of her panties, sinking into her wet cunt. 



     "Yes, I know.  You'd like to see that night on video,

wouldn't you Melissa?" 



     "Damn right I would. We're just as good, maybe even better

than the turkeys we watch on those tapes.  Why don't we star in

our own movies?  We could get a camera and take movies of us at

the theater, then watch them whenever we wanted right here at

home. 



     She squirmed as his plunging finger sent pleasure rippling

down her belly. 



     "Too dark.  Can't take movies there, not enough light for a

video camera." 



     "Well, damn it, William!  That's what I want to do.  You're

smart about cameras, can't you figure something out?  You can if

you put you mind to work." 



     She began to grope his cock as his finger worked on her

clit.  "But right now, let's get to bed.  I want that hard cock

in me, right now!" 



     In minutes, his feet were digging into the sheets, stroking

his pounding prick into her open cunt.  Melissa's legs locked

around the small of his back  and her ass lifted on his down

stroke, as she felt the pussy juice run down the crevice of her

shapely ass.  Bill pulled her tight as his cock spurted into her

tight pussy.  Her cunt milked the cum from his prick, while she

felt her own orgasm taper off and then slowly stop. 



     As they drifted into sleep, Melissa felt another small,

quiet orgasm twitch her body as she again thought of jacking off

two cocks, and especially as she thought about fucking the young

movie usher, and not telling Bill about it as he ate her cunt

only a few minutes later.  Finally relaxed and tired, she drifted

into sleep. 



     Two days later, Bill burst into the house, excited about the

package in his arms. 



     "Wait until you see it."  Bill opened the big box to reveal

a color video camera.  "I've got a camcorder!  I also bought a

tripod, a remote control switch, and an auto-focus, low-light

lens for the camera.  You're going to be a star baby!" 



     The remainder of the evening was filled with trying out the

camera, the auto focus lens and the portable recorder.  Much

giggling from Melissa while the conspirators planned just where

and how they were going to shoot their "epic" movie, and how they

were going to get some of their friends into the movies without

their friends being aware that they were being filmed. 



     Bill shot about twenty minutes of Melissa undressing slowly,

lying on the bed and masturbating for the camera, her soft red

tipped fingernails toying with her pink clit while Bill adjusted

and fiddled with the settings on the camera, occasionally even

moving the lights in the bedroom. 



     Melissa demanded equal time, playing at being both a

director and a camera man, with Bill holding a copy of Playboy

magazine and jacking off to the centerfold.  Melissa zoomed in as

he spurted his cum from his cock onto the fold-out page,

capturing on tape the squirting creamy juice. 



     In playback in slow motion later, Melissa was fascinated to

watch the white jets arc out to softly splash and cling to the

slick magazine pages as her husband milked every drop of cum onto

the smiling Bunny. 



     In bed later, the camera in the closet, lens fixed on the

bed, the overheated couple fucked for the camera, capturing the

action to watch later.  Performing for the camera, made Melissa

feel sexy and extroverted, giving them both a night in bed they

would enjoy watching over and over. 



     Watching her make love to another man was beginning to be an

obsession with her husband.  He dreamed up one scenario after

another that would end with him filming another man fucking

Melissa.  Finally, they agreed to invite a few friends over and

see what developed.



     The next week flew by, as they tried camera angles and

lighting in the bedroom.  Another week and they felt that they

had solved the problems, their camera work was good, the lighting

fine, the finished product of their tests with the unit was as

good as the taped movies they had rented.  They were all set to

shoot their big epic movie. 



     Much planning went into the selection of the guests, with

three couples invited, for a total of eight for dinner Saturday

night.  Polly and Harry were from Melissa's office.  Polly was a

free talking, very pretty lady with long black hair and big tits

which Bill admitted really turned him on.  Harry was the office

manager over Melissa and although nothing had gone on between

them, Melissa often felt his bold eyes on her tits and ass.  His

quick look at her legs when she crossed them indicated he

definitely had an eye for the women, but Melissa could only guess

if he fooled around. 



     Melissa invited another couple because she noticed the bulge

in the guy's swimsuit when they met at a mutual friend's pool

party.  His name was Bill, also, but everyone called him "Bull"

and his live-in girlfriend was Susan.  She was a petit blonde

with a wide, sensuous mouth and a great ass that she loved to

swing when she thought a male was looking, which was often. 

Melissa's Bill said, "She looks like she just got out of bed and

can't wait to get back in."  Melissa laughed. 



     Bill invited his old friend, George, and told him to bring a

friend.  George, a professional football player who had injured

his knee five years ago, was selling insurance now.  They did not

know who George would bring to the dinner. 



     Saturday evening, just before the guests were to arrive,

Melissa modeled her outfit for Bill.  A new dress of an expensive

gold woven fabric, it was slit from the hem to the upper thigh. 

It was a wrap-around that fastened at her waist with a wide black

band and buckle. 



     When she bent over, the loosely wrapped top fell even more

open and her lovely, creamy breasts were exposed to well below

the nipples. 



     She wore no panties, and showed Bill how she could flash her

naked cunt at whoever was directly across from her by sitting

demurely with her knees tightly clasped, turning slightly and

letting her thighs open, her slitted skirt falling away from her

thighs, her skirt opened, exposing her thighs clear up to the

crotch.  By moving just another inch or so, Melissa then showed

Bill her pussy. 



     When the guests arrived, Bill served cocktails.  Melissa

admired George's date's dress, and gave each of the men a chance

to glimpse her pretty pink nipples as she served the napkins for

the cocktails. 



     George's date was Betty, a beautiful light-skinned black

woman for England.  She had a charming accent and a magnificent

ass, that undulated with each step. 



     After dinner, the couples relaxed in the living room with

coffee and brandy.  Melissa sat across from George, tantalizing

him with flashes of her long slim legs, and letting the slitted

dress part occasionally.  George stared into the darkness of the

space between her thighs.   



     Harry, at her right, was being treated to glimpses of her

full breasts whenever she reached over for her drink.  Each time

Harry spoke to her, Melissa leaned slightly toward him, and she

could feel her breasts nudging the wrapped opening on her blouse,

parting the soft material, exposing her nipples. 



     Between showing George her thighs and Harry her breasts,

Melissa was getting aroused.  She could visualize the size of

Harry's prick by the swelling bulge in his lap as she watched him

dart glances into the dark cleavage of her full breasts.  She

enjoyed feeling the power to turn Harry on, feeling the moisture

beginning to gather on the lips of her naked pussy. 



     The sensuous blonde housewife decided that she really liked

being looked at and admired sexually, and besides looking at male

buns, really liked looking at the swelling male lap, wondering

about the size and shape of the masculine organ in hiding. 



     The dinner party slowly broke into couples, Bill and Susan,

Melissa and George, with Bull talking to Polly.  Heading for the

bar to get another brandy, Melissa took George's hand and pulled

him to the bar.  "Would you help a girl George.  I need someone

to open a new bottle of brandy, and you look like you'd be good

at uncorking and unscrewing." 



     "I don't know too much about unscrewing, but I'd be glad to

help," George leered.  "I never heard of anyone getting

unscrewed."



     "Well if you don't know anything about unscrewing," Melissa

laughed, "what do you know about?" 



     "I know about football.  I know about insurance.  And I do

know you're not wearing any panties.  I know that you've been

showing me your pretty pussy all night, and I know that you're

the most desirable lady here tonight.  I also know that if you

weren't married, I'd sure give you a run."  George touched her

hip, his big black hand lightly caressing her flared hip through

the gold fabric. 



     Pouring and warming the brandy, Melissa smiled at him,

touching his hand with hers, scratching at the back of his big

black hand with her fingernails while she moved closer to the big

football star, lightly pressing the tips of her breasts into his

thick arm. 



     "Not only am I not wearing any panties, just so you could

see my pussy, but I'm not wearing any brassiere either. I'm

totally nude underneath this thin material.  And all of it is

just for you, George." 



     The light grazing of her nipples against George's heavily

muscled arm, made Melissa's nipples harden and she felt a

delightful tremor of pleasure in her pussy as she became more

excited by the second. 



     Melissa placed her ice blue eyes on George's face.  "I'm

married George, not dead!  Bill and I get along fine, but I do

what I do, and Bill does what he does.  We don't own each other." 

    Melissa leaned forward, hunching her shoulders slightly,

allowing George free vision of her succulent pink nippled

breasts.  "Like to see more of these?" Melissa purred, moving her

shoulders so her full, heavy breasts quivered and shook with

ripples. 



     "Sure, I'm interested.  What do we do about it?"  the husky

black growled. 



     "George, you can have me anytime you want me.  Just

whistle." 



     George pursed his lips and a slow, long whistle emitted from

his mouth. 



     "Bill", she called out, "George and I are going to talk

about that insurance policy on the house.  Do you want to come

along and talk about it now?" 



     Bill, deep in conversation with Susan waved a negative

gesture.  "You two can talk business, I'm busy here," his eyes

devouring Susan.  Susan's infectious laughter brought giggles

from the ladies and a chuckle from Bull. 



     Bill knew where Melissa and George were going as he watched

Melissa lead George down the hallway to the master bedroom, where

the camera was hidden in the closet.  The camera lens peeked out

between the clothing hung in the closet.  Focused on the bed and

the mirror on the wall. 



     Before Melissa could close the bedroom door behind them,

George's hands slid up under her skirt.  Melissa pulled away from

his hands, "Not so fast, my friend.  Just sit down here on the

bed while I close and lock the door."  Melissa slipped the lock.

"Now, my friend I've been showing you what I've got, now it's

time to let me see what you've got.  You sit down and let little

Melissa do it all for you." 



     Positioning the husky black male where the camera was

focused, she sat on the edge of the bed, her heel sliding to

touch the floor switch that turned on the camera.  Melissa

reached her fingers to his zipper and drew it down, the teeth

making a soft buzzing sound as she pulled it down from his belt

buckle to his crotch. 



     Her hand found the opening and reached into the warmth of

his groin, searching for his hardening organ at the opening of

his jockey shorts. 



     Success!  Her fingers touched the cock and drew it from it's

hiding place.  Still drooping like a ripe banana, his thick

skinned male organ emerged.  It hung, semi-soft, semi-hard, black

shafted with a pinkish, mushroom shaped knobby head, half hidden

with foreskin. 



     "That feel good, honey?"  She asked as she stroked his heavy

foreskin lightly back and forth over the bulbous knob of his

black cock.  She knelt between his outstretched knees and leaned

forward into his crotch. 



     "Better and better," was his husky, low answer.  His cock

began to thicken as her hands fondled it lovingly, touching the

silken skin lightly with her fingertips, tracing the heavy black

veins that stood from the circumference of his mighty rod. 



     She began milking his black prick from root to tip,

squeezing on the pulling stroke, lightly pushing the skin back

toward his balls on the return caress, until she was rewarded by

a clear drop of honey oozing from the deep hole on the tip of his

pecker, a crystal jewel of liquid sparkling against the pink

blackness of his knob. 



     "I really like it when a prick starts leaking!"  Melissa

murmured with a lascivious lick of her red lips.  "I get turned

on something fierce when I get to swallow even just a little bit

of cum!" 



     She traced the heavy swollen veins standing out from the

stem of his cock with one hand while the other opened the tie at

the side of her blouse, pulling it open to bare her succulent

breasts to him.  His black hand covered one, squeezing and

touching the soft flesh, his large, rough fingers rubbing the

erect nipple, coaxing it further. 



     Her hand now pumped his prick with increasing pressure 

squeezing and pulling.  The drops welling from the deep hole in

the tip began to pearl and then to run down over the knobby head.

Bending slightly forward, her pink tongue dipped into his honey,

licking it from the smooth skin.  Her palate, rewarded, savored

the sticky liquid that spread to coat her tongue and the inner

surface of her mouth.



     Pumping more, Melissa caught another drop and then touched

the opening of his black prick to the pink nipple of her breast.

The nipple sparkled as she coated it with the honey welling from

his cock.  She ran her tight fingers to the base of his cock

milking it toward the tip, squeezing the clear honey out to hang

on his glans in a thick pearl.  She bent, squeezing harder, until

the quivering droplet hung, then left the dark knob to descend

slowly to her pink erect nipple.   



     She pulled his long cock harder, jacking him off, her hand

flew on the thick black root clutched between her grasping palm.



      "George, I've always had this fantasy of sucking off a big

black prick and swallowing the juicy cum.  I'm going to suck all

the juice from your prick, and then let it slide slowly down my

throat." 



     George smiled at the blonde, "Be my guest, Bitch!" 



     Melissa bent forward, touched her pointed pink tongue to the

honey welling from the slitted hole in his black prick, wetting

the head with her flickering tongue.  She rolled his heavy

foreskin out from his groin, gathering it around the head of his

prick in her mouth, forcing her flickering tongue between the

heavy folds of soft skin and the swollen head. 



     She delighted in the different taste, the musky savor of

skin between his black soft foreskin and the salty taste of the

honey welling from the head of his cock. 



     "That's it honey. Suck me.  Suck up my juicy cock.  Take it

all and suck the cum right out of my balls."  His hoarse voice

implored her to more suction, his black hands and fingers busy

milking and squeezing her full breast and coaching her nipples to

stand up hard. 



     "Uummm," her muffled answer came from deep in her throat,

around the prick in her well-stuffed mouth. 



     His big black hands cupped her head tenderly, drawing her

face down over the thick black stalk welling milky juices onto a

thick glob of silver honey at the tip of his prick. 



     Her sensitive tongue could feel the surges in his cock head

as the throbbing increased to a steady beat.  Sliding her mouth

farther, engulfing more and more of his prick, feeling the

bulbous head go deeper and deeper until her nose rested against

his belly, cushioned by the wiry black hair in his groin, the

zipper teeth scraping her nostrils.  She hadn't been sure if she

could take all of him, but, in her excited state, it had been

easier than she could have hoped. 



     She swallowed, her throat gulping, massaging his glans with

her throat, then, tight lipped, she pulled back, milking his cock

with her mouth, savoring the musky juice coating her oral cavity. 

Twice more her mouth sucked in the length of his black prick,

deep throating him, when he started to shudder, his body tensing.





     Once more her lips traveled from tip to root, then holding

his surging prick with the hand farthest from the camera lens,

she pulled her lips free and open mouthed, aimed his prick to the

opening, a distance of about five or six inches. 



     She jacked and pumped the black rod, turned on by the

thought of the camera catching the juice from his balls entering

her mouth, thinking of the juice spraying out from the tip of his

cock into her ready waiting and eager mouth. 



     The first hot squirt spanned the space to splash into her

mouth, a glob of silver musky juice, and she leaned slightly

closer to catch the second spurted offering, trapping it with her

open mouth. 



     As the squirting black prick spurted less sperm, she

followed with her mouth, closer now to the spitting squirting end

of his cock, until she had captured the last of the sticky sperm

in her open mouth. 



     Slowly, her lips slid over the pink black knob and she

pulled all of his still pulsing prick into her mouth, feeling it

soften.  Melissa's fingers tightened at the base of his prick,

squeezing the thick shaft upwards, her fingers on top of his rod,

thumb underneath as she slowly squeezed the sticky hot cum from

his prick, watching the pearly sperm form on the clefted black

glans. 



     Her head slowly bent over his cock, as she began to lick at

the sperm with the tip of her tongue, swirling her pointed pink

tongue into the hole. Licking up all of his sticky silver juice

from the tip of his knob, down to his balls, cleaning off all of

the warm wetness, then she pushed his cock back into her mouth. 



     Gently sucking at the lump of flesh, savoring the juices and

the feel of the softening satin smooth skin, Melissa played with

his softening cock, catching and holding the glob of hot sperm,

then turning her head slightly to face the hidden camera, she

smiled lasciviously into the lens. 



     Pulling his cock back, George began to draw it from her

lips, until it fell from her lips with an audible pop. 



     "Now it's my turn. My turn to suck you off, Melissa." The

husky black male leaned forward, holding Melissa's shoulders with

his big hands as he pulled her forward and up onto the bed. 



     "George, I'd rather not, we've been in here so long that

someone will wonder what happened to us, and besides, when I get

a tongue in my pussy, I like to keep it there one long time." 



     "To hell with the others!"  George growled. 



     "Well, at least think of my husband out there," Melissa

smiled demurely, eyes cast down, trying to look as virginal as

possible. 



     "I do have a marriage and a reputation to protect, but I'd

sure take a rain check for some time later, maybe even later

tonight, if this party ever gets livened up like I hope that it

will, especially if you help it along by sexing it up out there

with the other girls." 



     "You mean you want me to help you turn this party into an

orgy?" 



     "Now that would be fun, wouldn't it George.  How would you

like to fuck one of the girls out there?  And which one would you

like to fuck, besides me?" 



     "Well," his brow furrowed with thought, "I've already fucked

Betty plenty of times, and you would be my next choice, but I'd

like to fuck that sexy little blonde bitch, Susan, too." 



     "Then why don't you help me out and let's get sexy out there

with the others until we get a full blown swinging orgy started."





     "I'll do it, let's go get the fucking started." 



     "Slow down now."  Melissa's voice calmed down the big ex-

football player.  "We've got to play this cool, letting the

others warm up a little slow if we want to get a real swinging

party started.  We might get them all a little drunk, and relax

any inhibitions they may have.  Then, when they are all relaxed

and happy, bang, we fuck all of them!" 



     George broke into laughter at her light hearted planning,

not really sure if she was kidding him, or really planning a full

blown orgy for the group tonight. 



     "Are you serious, Melissa?" 



     "You bet your sexy, black ass I'm serious, do you want to

help out, and fuck Susan, or not?" 



     "Sure, I'll help.  What do you want me to do?" 



     "Here is what we'll do, as soon as we get around to it,

later this evening, we'll ...



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