Melissa

**Disclaimer**

This is fiction. It is a figment of my imagination. Any truth you find, it's your own... Also, please know that there is a lot of drinking in this story, and there is infidelity. If either of those things will trigger you, please be mindful of your mental health when reading, or avoid this story altogether.

Lastly, this was self-edited, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Chapter 1

1

This is a story that I have been wanting to write for years, but it is a big story, and there are a lot of moving parts. I've been hesitant, but I have decided to just jump in.

First and foremost, every character in this story is above the age of 18, and all events are based purely on imagination. This story does discuss alcohol abuse, cheating, and divorce, so if you don't want to read about that, I suggest you stop now.

Now that's out of the way, I'll tell you about myself. My name is William, but most people call me Will. I'm 33-years-old, divorced, and sober for about three years. My life is decent now, I guess, but it wasn't three years ago. I was very drunk one night, and I was very horny. We were at a party being thrown by her best friend Melissa. The party had ended, but Melissa and I were still up. We were both trashed, but we were talking about how we first met, and how much had changed in those five years.

2

Before I go any further, I need to tell you that I met my ex-wife through Melissa. They were coworkers, and Melissa told my ex, Lydia, that she thought we would like each other. She was right, and we ended up getting married, but before I met Lydia, Melissa and I had slept together a few times. It wasn't anything serious, and we drifted apart physically. We still remained friends, and she was best friends with my ex. Neither one of us had any desire for each other after.

Melissa ended up marrying a guy (this was her second husband), and they stayed together for about three years. She ended up cheating on him, and when he found out, he ghosted her.

She granted him the divorce, and shortly after that happened, he left. He packed up everything he owned into his truck and went to California, leaving his own daughter with Melissa, making her both a single mom and stepmom. She had a daughter from her first marriage.

Things went on like normal for about two more years, and then, one day, my ex had a pool day with Melissa. She came home staggering drunk, and she said that while they were in the pool, they were talking about having a threesome. Hearing those words triggered something in me that must have been laying dormant for a long time, because suddenly, I wanted Melissa again, and a threesome with her and my wife sounded amazing.

The threesome never happened, though. We talked about it, but my ex ultimately chickened out. Melissa on the other hand was more than enthusiastic about the idea. I guess something had woken up in her too.

3

Now, back to the present. We are at a party together that is in its end stages. All her friends had gone home, and Lydia was passed out on Melissa's couch. Melissa's daughters (I call her stepdaughter her daughter too) were out and about somewhere. They were eighteen and nineteen now, living their best lives and still living at home with Mom.

No one was expecting them home anytime soon, though, if they came home at all. I stared down drunkenly at my watch. It was almost one in the morning. 'Where were those girls,' I thought to myself, and then I took another sip of my drink. It was grape-flavored moonshine. I passed the jar to Melissa, and she took a sip. Then we both lit a cigarette.

"Where are your daughters?" I asked. I slurred my words a little, but I was still genuinely concerned. Plus, I might have been secretly enjoying my time alone with Melissa more than I should have been. We'd been talking about "old times." She asked me about the day she dressed up in black stockings and black heels.

"Fuck yeah, I remember. You looked hot as fuck!"

"Why are you thinking about my daughters you perv?" Melissa asked with a smile in her tone. "They're staying over at their friend Jill's house." Melissa sounded dismissive, and like she partially believed their story, but she did not seem too concerned.

"Ok," I said. I felt my cock start to harden more, and I started to think harder about that night she dressed up for me.

"So, my wife is passed out on your couch." I said, even though I knew that she knew this.

"Yep. She sure is." Melissa took a pull from her cigarette, and I took a pull from mine. We shared the moonshine again and sat in a moment of silence.

I was feeling brave, and to my own personal shame, I decided to go for it. I took another sip of moonshine, and another pull from my cigarette. "It's too bad that she didn't want to have a threesome."

"I know, right?" She said with no hesitation. "We could have had lots of fun together."

"And I'd finally get to play with your pierced nipples." It came out before I could think. Lydia had told me one night and told me not to say anything to Melissa.

"Of course, Lydia told you I had pierced nipples." She said with a smile on her face.

"Don't be mad at her. You know she tells me everything." I said in defense of my wife.

"I'm not mad, and I know she does," she said. "I'm surprised you haven't asked to see them. I know you like 'em."

"Thought about it," I said, "But Lydia would kill me."

There was more silence. We smoked and drank together. I got up and went and checked on Lydia. She was passed the fuck out on the couch, and when she gets like that, it would take an earthquake to wake her up. I started to feel bold. I went back to Melissa's porch, and I got my cigarette from her. She was sipping and smoking. She had a peaceful look on her face.

"She's out," I said, smiling at Melissa for no reason. It's not like she could see me. We were bathed in darkness on her porch, but there was a hint of light coming from the streetlamp about twenty feet away. It was enough light for us to pass the jar, and to find our smokes and lighters.

"Told you she would be. This moonshine is really strong, and you know she's a lightweight." Melissa took a long sip as if to make a point, and then let out a long breath. "Want some more," she asked, not waiting for an answer. She passed me the jar. It was about half-empty, and I took a long pull from it while Melissa lit another cigarette.

I lit another cigarette for myself, took a hit, and let out a cloud of smoke before saying, "So, am I ever going to get to see them?" I was looking at her tits as I said this, even though she probably couldn't tell. I could see enough of the low-cut top that showed off quite a bit of her C-cups. I was greedy, though, and drunk, and I wanted to see more.

She must have known I was looking at them because she shook them a little. I smiled in the dark, and to my shock, she her cigarette in her mouth and pulled out her phone. She went to a hidden folder, and she swiped a couple of times. "Here ya go," she said, handing me her phone.

I stared like they were the first pair of tits I had ever seen. They looked bigger than the last time I saw them, but it had been years since I had seen them. 'Maybe she's a D-cup now,' I thought. They barely sagged, and I wondered for a moment if she'd had work done, but my focus was drawn to her long, chunky nipples, and the silver bars piercing them both. They looked like pierced pencil erasers. "That's so fucking hot," I muttered. "Your tits look like they've gotten bigger," I said, and I stole another look at the picture before handing her phone back to her.

"They have," Melissa said quietly. "I'm a full D now, thanks to Evan." She was referring to her ex-husband. "It was one of the few good things he did for me, but of course, he did it for himself too."

"They look really good. I'm surprised Lydia never told me that you got your tits done." I said between draws on my cigarette. "I'm surprised I never noticed, since I see you in a bikini so often."

"She probably didn't want to give you too many ideas, and you were probably too busy looking at her." Melissa tried to stifle a laugh, but a cough came out.

"I'm getting ideas, right now." I muttered under my breath, but I knew she heard what I said.

"Oh, you are?" She asked, and then said, "What kind of ideas?"

"Ones that involve me touching them," I replied, and before I could stop my hand, I put my arm around her.

She scooted closer, and that was all the permission I needed. I stuck my hand under her shirt, and then her bra. I felt her firm tits and then I felt the rigid steel balls poking through her pliant nipple. I enjoyed the contrast. I grabbed her nipple by the two steel balls and twisted them a little. A quiet moan escaped Melissa's lips.

"Feel good," I asked, but all she could do was moan and nod her head.

I leaned forward and I kissed her. Immediately I felt her tongue dance with mine. I leaned towards her, and we started to make out. I grabbed for her tit and played with it like a teenager. She must have enjoyed it because she reached for my midsection and moved downward. She grabbed my cock through my shorts.

"D'you wanna go inside?" She asked. I didn't answer. She took me by the hand, and we snuck past my sleeping wife and into Melissa's bedroom. She closed and locked the door behind us and told me to take my shorts off. I did as she asked, and my cock sprang free from my boxers. She stripped naked and said, "We have to be quiet."

I agreed, and then I watched her bend down and take the head of my cock into her mouth. It felt cold from the moonshine. I felt myself sink deeper into her mouth. Fuck, it felt so good. I was close already.

She licked and sucked on me like I was dessert, and I knew I was going to cum if I didn't pull her off of my cock. It took all of my mental strength, but I pulled her head back and I pulled her up to me. We kissed, and I could taste my precum. I pushed her onto the bed, and it made more noise than I had expected. I was too drunk and horny to care too much, though, and I think that she was feeling the same way by how easily she fell onto the bed and spread her legs for me. She knew what I was going to do.

I put my face between her legs, and I took a few seconds to stare at her bald cunt. It looked so plump, I though. It looked nothing like my wife's pussy. Lydia was down to shaving on special occasions, which meant almost never.

I moved my tongue around Melissa thighs, avoiding her clit and labia. She kept groaning and pushing my head towards her clit. "Just eat it you fucking tease," she groaned, and I did as I was told. I ran my tongue from her perineum to her clit. She shuddered, and she pushed my face into her cunt as soon as my tongue made contact with her clit. I ate Melissa out for about five minutes before I felt her thighs finally clamp down on my head as she came, painting my tongue with her juices.

I got up and put her on her hands and knees. I lined my cock at her entrance and pushed forward, feeling the tight, wetness wrap around my cock. A muffled scream exited from between her lips as I slowly started to pump my throbbing cock in and out of her. I pushed her face into the pillow, and she finally let out a scream. I started to thrust harder, hard enough that if someone was listening, they would hear my thighs slapping against hers.

"Oh god, fuck me daddy," she whispered, and I started to feel my cum build up. I was getting close, but I wanted her to cum again. I reached around and put my finger on her clit and Melissa jerked and let out a long moan. "I'm cumming," she said into the pillow in a loud whisper. This sent me over the edge, and I filled her pussy with a huge load of cum while doing my best not to scream because I was having one of the best orgasms of my life. I left her on the bed with my cum dripping out of her. Guilt started to enter my mind, but the alcohol pushed it back.

We both got dressed and we went to go pass out in our respective spots. We were done.

Chapter 2

1

I woke up the next morning on the floor by Melissa's bed. Thankfully, I had put my clothes back on, and she was wearing heavy pajamas, so it looked like we both just passed out here. Lydia came in and woke us both up. Guilt washed over me, but I played it cool. My wife handed me a cup of coffee and kissed me good morning. I could help but wonder if she tasted her best friend on my lips.

My wife and I didn't stay long after our coffee, and when we got home, things went back to normal. We both took showers hoping that it would wash away the hangovers we were both dealing with. Showers did not work, though, so we nursed ourselves with Tylenol, water, and TV.

2

Life was uneventful for the next few months. Melissa carried on with Lydia as if nothing at all had happened between us. I felt paranoid the whole time, but I wanted it to happen again. I was convinced that Melissa was going to let something slip. She never did, though. She was almost cold about it. When I tried to mention something to her about what happened, she brushed me off, acting as if we had done nothing at all that night.

One day, I stopped by Melissa's house, sans Lydia, and we finally talked about what happened. She said that we should not have done what we did, and that she felt bad, but there was nothing she could do because it happened. She also said that it felt really good, and part of her wants more. "I wish Lydia would just let me fuck you," Melissa said.

"Me too," I replied.

"She won't, though, and we shouldn't do it again because it's wrong." Melissa said this trying to sound like she was trying to convince herself to not want it again.

"Ok," was all I said back, but I thought of kissing her, and I think I knew that she would have let me.

3

It was late July when we all decided to go to the beach for a weekend getaway. Me and Lydia packed into Melissa's Jeep, and we headed towards the lake, which for us was the beach.

It was a really hot day, and the lake felt like bathwater, but it was still refreshing against the hot sun. I was the first to get in, so I just sat in the water, and I watched Lydia and Melissa undress, paying special attention to the woman that I wasn't married to. She was thick like my wife. Her tits looked so round under the black string bikini top. Her tummy was slightly rounded, just like Lydia's. I looked at Lydia who had decided to go for a one piece that showed a lot of her generous cleavage. The back crept up her ass more than she liked, but I was enjoying the show. Melissa's bikini bottoms were minimal and stringy, like her top, and it showed off quite a bit of her ass, which was not as impressive as my wife's, but still nice. I watched them both hungrily as they applied suntan lotion.

We were there for most of the day. Lydia and Melissa spent most of their time at the beach day-drinking and gossiping about nothing in particular. I tried to keep up with them for the first hour or so, but I was informed that I was going to be to DD, so sadly, I couldn't drink anymore.

When we finally made it back home, my wife was looking for more to drink. "We're going over to Melissa's to hang out and drink some more," Lydia informed me.

"Ok," I said glumly.

I was hoping that she would want to fuck. I was so goddamned horny from watching them both in their swimsuits that I would have been happy with just a quickie. I asked her if she wanted to shower together and she turned me down, telling me that she would take care of me later. 'Fuck it,' I thought, 'I'll just jerk off in the shower.' I decided against it though, in case Lydia wanted me later on.

After we were both showered and dressed, we made the short drive over to Melissa's. When we got there, we didn't bother knocking. Lydia just walked in, shouting, "We're here!"

Melissa's daughter Cate greeted us with an uninterested smile. I looked at what she was wearing, and I was shocked her mom would let her walk around dressed the way that she was. "Mom is in the shower. She'll be out in a minute." Cate said with a flat tone, and then disappeared back into her room before slamming the door for effect.

Lydia and I made ourselves comfortable. I tried to feel her up a little on the couch, but she just pushed me away and told me to go and make her a drink. I obliged, knowing that she'd loosen back up soon enough, and I would get to have my fun with her soon enough. Even if we stayed the night here, again, I know that I could get her in the guest bedroom.

Ten minutes after I'd poured drinks for Lydia and myself, Melissa came into the kitchen dressed in a pair of comfy shorts and a tank top. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra because I could see her pierced nipples sitting perfect and high on her big tits. They looked on the hard side to me, and I wondered if they stayed that way with the piercings.

"Where's mine?" She asked in a demanding tone, but it was obvious she was just joking.

"I can make you a drink, if you want me to," I said. She smiled at me, thanked me, and walked to the living room.

A few minutes later, I came in with the drinks, and we all just sat around and talked. I made a comment about what Cate was wearing when she greeted us. Melissa just shrugged her shoulders. "It's not like I dress in much more when company's not here. I shrugged my shoulders. Melissa was practically a nudist when no one was around, so her daughters came by it naturally.

It was ten o'clock, and Lydia was very drunk. We'd gotten her a wastebasket, just in case, and I sat next to her and rubbed her back when she thought she was going to be sick. She ended up passing out again. That left just me and Melissa up. Well, except her kids, but I doubt they were paying us any mind.

"You doing ok over there," Melissa asked, and I nodded. I was feeling a little buzzed, and I stared at her for longer than I should have. I was glad that Lydia was out of it because she would have definitely said something.

My cellphone went off. I checked it, and it was Melissa. "Join me for a smoke?" the text read. I didn't reply back on my phone. I just nodded at her, and we got up. I put a blanket over Lydia, and Melissa and I stepped outside. Before we went out, Melissa said, "I've got some more moonshine. Want me to break it out?"

I should have said no, but how could I? I had tasted the forbidden fruit, and I wanted more. "Yes," I whispered, and we made our way out the door. Melissa brought out some candles, and I brought out the cigarettes and the moonshine.

"We're not doing anything, so don't try," Melissa said sternly, but I could tell that there was a good chance we'd be putty in each other's hands as the night progressed, and if we kept drinking the way that we were.

4

We sat outside for the better part of an hour, drinking and smoking. We finally decided to come back in, and I hadn't so much as grabbed her tits. I was disappointed. It looked like she was sticking to her guns. I went into the living room, and I checked on Lydia. She was fine. Sound asleep and snoring loudly.

Once again, I reported to Melissa that Lydia was out. "What do you wanna do now," I asked.

Melissa didn't say anything to me. She just grabbed me by the hand and dragged me to her room. Well, not dragged. I went as a more than willing participant.

It was well after midnight when we closed and locked Melissa's door, and my eight-inch cock was balls-deep inside of her within a minute of her closing the door. She was riding me like there was no tomorrow. She was also much louder than she was, last time. It was like she was begging to be caught, I thought, but Lydia was out.

She rode me for what felt like ten minutes, but it was probably closer to five when she got off me. Disappointment washed over me until she said, "Get the lube from my dresser drawer."