Meloni Ch 04

Meloni was up bright and early this Tuesday, all fired up to find a tenant for her office and chip away at the debt that got Marvin locked up. Taking my advice, she brought some clothes to snap a photo in the office and put it online to attract potential renters. Meanwhile, I headed off to work. Around mid-morning, a message popped up from Meloni:

DING! (Meloni) Hey, sweetie, I took a pic in the office. What do you think?

DING! A photo of Meloni in the office appeared on my screen. She was wearing a very tight pencil skirt and a white shirt with a tremendous neckline where her enormous tits overflowed. I answered her:

(me) "You look stunning, my love. Who snapped the pic?"

DING! (Meloni) "José, the Dominican janitor in the building."

At this juncture in the story, I need to disclose that Meloni is fluent in Spanish. Surprisingly, she wasn't a stellar student in high school, but she had straight A+ in Spanish.

(me) OK. Are you wearing the correct bra size? Your boobs are defying gravity.

DING! (Meloni) LOL No. I brought all my new bras to my mom's house and this morning I could only find one from a year ago when I was still only wearing a size 34K. Now I use 34L, I don't know what I'm going to do if my boobs keep growing. On the first pictures José took, the boobs kept coming out and I couldn't keep them inside, but luckily José helped me, he managed to get them inside the bra by pressing them hard. He's very nice, you should know him. I have hired him to clean the office from time to time.

"Sweetheart, you're already spending on office maintenance when you haven't even received any rent?"

DING! Meloni replied, "Oh shoot. I struck a deal with José. He's gonna tidy up the office once a week, and instead of cash, I'm gonna hook him up with a blowjob.

(me) Well, that's better. Are you going to upload the ad online?

DING! (Meloni) I'll do it now.

DING! A link to the ad appeared on my screen. Meloni was stunning and the photo was too suggestive, but I didn't want to discourage her.

(me) Very good my love. I wish you luck.

DING! (Meloni) Thank you.

I kept working without worrying about Meloni. I was sure this announcement would attract many potential tenants. In the afternoon...

DING! (Dr. Khoury) This is Dr. Khoury. Please remember we do not have therapy this week. I will see you on Wednesday next week in my office.

DING! (Meloni) Doctor! I can't wait to see you again. Does David need to attend therapy next week?

DING! (Dr. Khoury) Hello Meloni, yes, I would like David to be present.

DING! (Meloni) Ah, fine then. Is it OK if I send you a link? I am trying to rent an office I recently inherited and I was wondering if you might know people interested.

DING! (Dr. Khoury) Sure!

DING! The ad link appeared on the screen again.

DING! (Dr. Khoury) Thanks, that is a great picture.

DING! (Meloni) Do you like it? It took a while to take it.

DING! (Dr. Khoury) What happened?

DING! (Meloni) I am using a smaller bra today, and my nipples were showing on the first pics I took.

DING! (Dr.Khoury) That's incredible!

DING! (Meloni) You do not believe me? Look.

DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! DING! Several pictures of Meloni similar to the one in the ad showed on the screen. Her nipples were out and about.

DING! (Dr.Khoury) I see. I will add these pictures to your file. Now let me ask you, Is the smaller bra making your nipples uncomfortable?

DING! (Meloni) Not at all, I am not wearing a bra anymore. I took it off right after I got the right picture. I have to go, I have a possible tenant at the door right now. See you soon Doctor!

DING! (Dr.Khoury) Goodbye Meloni.

I couldn't help but get a boner knowing that at that precise moment Meloni was alone, dressed like a slut without a bra showing her office to a stranger.

That night, we headed back to my in-laws' house. Meloni was ecstatic. She had managed to rent out her office to a Hindu couple who taught Kamasutra classes. To celebrate it, Meloni gave me a spectacular blowjob. Later, at night in bed while we were fucking, she told me how good it felt to suck José's cock:

"José ah!, he has such a fat cock, mmmmmmm, I licked it with so much pleasure, fuck!, ah!, and he had a huge load!, mmmm, nnnnnn, oh!, I can't wait for him to clean the office again ah! ah! ah! I love big fat black cocks."

The next morning I stopped by our apartment to pick up the mail and saw there was a letter for Meloni. The sender was her ex-husband, Marvin Smith. I took the letter to work and spent the whole morning wondering if I should open it or not. I decided to call Cleaver on the phone.

"Cleaver?"

"Hello, David, my friend! How are you? I already know that Meloni rented her office. Of course, it doesn't surprise me with that photo she used in the ad... What can I do for you?"

"Well, you see, today Meloni received a letter from her ex-husband."

"Oh, and what does it say?"

"Well, I haven't opened it. That's why I'm calling you, to ask if it's okay for me to open it."

"Yes, you can open it. You are her husband, and you can open her mail, just as she can open yours. Do you need anything else?"

"No, Cleaver, thank you very much. I'll open the letter now and read it."

"If you need help with something, just let me know."

"Thanks, Cleaver."

I was a little nervous, but I finally decided to open it. This is the letter that Marvin wrote to Meloni:

Dear Meloni,

I hope you doin' alright, my love. It's been a while since we last talked. I heard you got married, and I'm happy for you. Hope your new husband treats you good.

Life in prison is hard. I got some friends here, but can't trust nobody. I gotta work a lot to get by. So far, I ain't had no major problems with the other inmates, and the guards treat me okay, even though they crooked.

You know I always been a religious man, just like my grandma raised me. My faith in the Lord keeps me goin' in here. Jesus said it's important to visit folks in prison (Matthew 25:36). That's why I'm writin' you today.

My mentor in here told me 'bout the conjugal visit program. It lets partners visit inmates in a private space for a few hours. I know you got a civil marriage, but under God's eyes, you still my wife. I wanted to let you know I asked for you to have a conjugal visit with me. It's already approved, and you should be gettin' a letter from the State Department of Corrections soon with the details.

I know you gonna come visit me, even if your husband don't like it. In the end, I ain't got no doubt you will. You always been a slut and you always will be. I know how bad you wanna be a mama, and you promised me you wouldn't get pregnant by nobody but me. I ain't had no sex in almost a year now, and I'm desperate to unload in you and plant my seed.

Hope your mama's doin' alright, and that bastard Walter too. Tell your husband I said hey, and I hope he gets it.

Lookin' forward to seein' you soon,

Marvin

I couldn't believe what I had just read. For a moment, I was tempted to destroy the letter, but then I realized Meloni was about to receive another letter from the State Department of Corrections with instructions for the visit. There wasn't much I could do about it.

When I got home, I showed the letter to Meloni. She read it and started crying. After a few moments, she said:

"Honey, he needs me. I will visit him as soon as possible."

"Well, I think I'm okay with that, but are you going to get pregnant?"

"I don't know. I'm on the pill, and even if I stop taking it right away, I might not get pregnant for a while."

"Okay then," I replied.

Meloni felt bad for Marvin, but at the same time, she couldn't stop talking about making me a dad again. I didn't want to argue with her. I had a big meeting at the office the next day, with the president of the company flying in from New York. So, I decided to let it slide.

Everyone in the office was agitated with the president's visit. By order of the head of the department, we had to clear the office of papers and leave everything presentable for Mr. Leatherbee's arrival. I had everything under control; my desk was tidy, and I put everything in order. While cleaning, I left a photograph of Meloni in sight. She looked stunning in that photo, one I took just before we got married. We were visiting the Florida Keys, and you could see a sunset behind her, with Meloni wearing a very tight dress that highlighted her fabulous figure.

Mr. Leatherbee visited the departments one by one, cordially greeting all the workers. He was an older man, in his 60s, tall, gray-haired, and in good shape despite his age. He was elegantly dressed. He arrived at our department, smiling, and greeted us one by one. My boss was in charge of making the introductions. When he got to my desk, he shook hands with me, and I immediately saw how his eyes were riveted on the photograph of Meloni.

"Who is the lady in the photo?"

"That's Meloni, my wife, Mr. Leatherbee," I replied.

"Richard. You can call me Richard. Do you like working here?"

"Yes, I do. I'm very happy at this company."

"I'm glad to hear that. I will be in Florida until Sunday. I hope we'll see each other before I go back to New York. It was nice to meet you, David."

"Same here, Mr. Leatherbee--sorry, Richard."

"Good, good," said Mr. Leatherbee as he disappeared into another room.

Hours later, my boss dropped the bombshell -- I'd made quite the impression on the company president. I floated home that day, practically glowing with happiness.

The following morning, I opened my inbox to find an email from Larry, head honcho of my department. He summoned me to his office pronto, so off I trotted. Larry spilled the beans: Mr. Leatherbee had taken a shine to me, inquiring about my work and even hinted at a raise. To top it off, there was a company dinner that very evening, and he insisted my wife and I attend. All the bigwigs would be there with their spouses, along with a few long-time employees, and of course, the man himself, Mr. Leatherbee. It suddenly dawned on me that Friday was Meloni and Cleaver's usual dinner date night. I promised to check with Meloni. Larry stressed the importance of punctuality -- Mr. Leatherbee was adamant about extending the invitation to me. With that, I dashed back to my desk and dialed Meloni's number:

"Honey?"

"Hey, David! What's up, my love?"

"Listen, you know Mr. Leatherbee, the president of the company, is visiting this week, and we've been invited for dinner tonight with some other colleagues."

"But honey, today is Friday. It's my dinner and fuck night with Cleaver."

"I know, but Mr. Leatherbee has insisted on me coming to this dinner with you. Larry told me Mr. Leatherbee is considering a promotion for me."

"Well, I guess I'll have to go with you, but only if Cleaver gives me permission. Can you talk to him?"

"I will," I hung up the phone and immediately called Cleaver.

"Cleaver?"

"Hey, David! How are you? Everything okay with that letter?"

"Oh yeah, I talked with Meloni, and everything is fine. Listen, I'm calling because Meloni and I have been invited to dinner tonight. It's important for me because Mr. Leatherbee, the president of the company, will be there, and it seems he's considering me for a promotion. Would you kindly let Meloni come with me for dinner tonight?"

"Sure, I guess I can have a date with her another time."

"Thanks, Cleaver," I hung up and called Meloni back.

"Honey? Cleaver said yes."

"Okay, so, what is this dinner about?" said Meloni.

"The company has reserved a private room in an elegant restaurant."

"Mmmm, okay, I think I need to go to the mall and get something elegant for tonight."

"Thanks, honey. I'll see you when I get home; we'll go to dinner then."

When I got home, Meloni was already all set. She was rocking this amazing metallic navy blue gown with a killer thigh slit and a daring low-dipping back. The front was a sleek wrap that showed off her curvy figure, especially that jaw-dropping cleavage. She had on some killer high heels that did wonders for her behind, giving it a little extra lift and making those curves pop even more. Earlier, Meloni had hit up the hair salon, and her long, blonde curls were looking absolutely flawless. It was crystal clear she was going to steal the show tonight. After slipping into a suit, I planted a kiss on Meloni before hopping into the car.

When we got to the restaurant, most people were already there, chilling at the bar with cocktails before dinner. I introduced my wife to a bunch of colleagues and their spouses. My buddies were seriously impressed with Meloni, and I couldn't help but notice their wives whispering to each other while checking her out. Just as I expected, Meloni was stealing the spotlight that night.

And then, boom. Mr. Leatherbee strolled in, and all the brown-nosers rushed over to greet him. Mr. Leatherbee shook hands with everyone in his usual classy manner while scanning the room. Seemed like he was on the lookout for someone, and that someone happened to be me.

"David Giles himself, huh?" Mr. Leatherbee grinned. "How's it going, my friend?"

"I'm doing great, Richard. Glad to be here," I replied.

"Are you flying solo tonight?"

"Oh, no! My wife's here with me," I said, scanning the room until I spotted Meloni returning from the bathroom, where she'd vanished for an unusually long time.

"And where's she been hiding? Trying to keep her away from an old man like me?" Mr. Leatherbee teased.

"Not at all!" I laughed, gesturing towards Meloni. "Mr. Leatherbee, meet Meloni, my wife."

He took her hand, planting a kiss on it, and then, to my surprise, he didn't release it. Meloni didn't seem to mind.

"I go by Richard, but feel free to call me Dick," he said with a smirk.

"Hi, Dick," Meloni giggled, her tone flirtatious.

"Care to join me for a Dry Martini at the bar, Meloni?" Mr. Leatherbee offered.

"Oh, Dick, I'd love to!" Meloni replied with enthusiasm.

Mr. Leatherbee took hold of Meloni, his hands snug on her waist, guiding her over to the bar. Without delay, the bartender whipped up cocktails for them. They were so engrossed that they completely overlooked me, though I quickly struck up conversation with some colleagues nearby.

After a couple of dry martinis, it was time to move to the private dining area. I realized I hadn't had a chance to speak with Meloni since introducing her to Mr. Leatherbee, so I made a last-ditch effort to catch her before they entered the room. But it was futile. Mr. Leatherbee was already settled next to Meloni at the head of the table, surrounded by all the office sycophants. I ended up sitting far away from Mr. Leatherbee and my wife.

Dinner was amazing, the food was top-notch, and the service was on point. As I chatted with folks around me, I couldn't help but notice Meloni and Mr. Leatherbee hitting it off. Meloni was cozied up to Mr. Leatherbee's right side, and strangely enough, I never caught a glimpse of her left hand during the whole meal. Likewise, Mr. Leatherbee kept his right hand out of sight. It wasn't until he signed the check at the end of the evening that I twigged he was left-handed.

So, Meloni was having a blast, keeping Mr. Leatherbee entertained and laughing. They seemed to be really into their conversation, often leaning in close, almost like they were sharing secrets meant only for each other's ears. As everyone got ready to leave, they both approached me. Mr. Leatherbee spoke up:

"David, I haven't laid eyes on you all evening! I sure did enjoy your wife's company, though. She's a blast to be around," Richard commented.

"I'm glad to hear that, Richard," I replied.

"Well, I'll be heading out on Sunday. I wish I could carve out some time to chat with you, but I won't have you working on a Saturday. Maybe next time," Mr. Leatherbee said.

"Honey, why don't we have Dick over tomorrow? We could spend the day together before he leaves," Meloni suggested.

Meloni's suggestion caught me off guard. She was orchestrating this rendezvous with Mr. Leatherbee right before my eyes. Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, but she was also sharp as a tack. She must have picked up on Mr. Leatherbee's intentions regarding my promotion.

"Absolutely, my love! Richard, how about spending tomorrow with us?" I offered.

"Well, that sounds fantastic!" Mr. Leatherbee replied, his gaze lingering on Meloni's boobs.

"Great! Larry's secretary has our summer address. She'll pass it along to you. Shall we have a BBQ for lunch?" I proposed.

"Perfect," Mr. Leatherbee agreed. "David, I admire your drive. There's a bright future for you in my company. I'll be there for lunch. And you, Meloni, I can't wait to pick up where we left off," Mr. Leatherbee said, giving Meloni a kiss on the cheek and a not-so-subtle squeeze on her behind, right in front of everyone.

"Thank you, Dick," Meloni replied, unfazed. "I had a great time too. See you tomorrow."

We left, and while driving back home Meloni told me how Mr.Leatherbee touched her tights over dinner:

"He did not take away his hand from me the entire evening and I have to admit I did the same thing with my hand. I felt his cock over his pants, he seemed to like it, so I did not stop. I hope you are not tired cause I am very horny and I need a good fuck. If you are tired I can call Cleave."

"Don't worry, I will fuck you," I said, "but please tell me more about you and Mr.Leatherbee."

"Well, he did not take his eyes from my boobs either, but he did not dare to feel them up because there were a lot of people paying attention to him, to whatever he said. Your colleagues are complete assholes. So he kept touching my tights under the table. I obviously spread my legs as you know I always do when a man wants to feel me up. Dick put his fingers over my panties and he started to caress my clit with such tenderness I thought I was going to pee right there," explained Meloni.

"Oh! by the way," I said. "That made me remember you spent quite a long time in the bathroom right before Mr.Leatherbee arrived."

"I can explain," said Meloni laughling. "I asked a waiter to point me to the ladies restroom and he accompanied me... only he came inside the restroom and I gave him a blowjob in the bathroom. Luckily he had a huge load I swallowed without staining my dress. I say luckily because with Dick touching my clit I was not able to eat much, so that load compensated for the light dinner I ended up having." At that point Meloni took off her wet panties and said "Please speed up cause my cunt is about to drip and if we don't make it home soon, I am going to make you stop at a gas station and I am going to fuck the first man I see."

I stepped on the gas and in less than four minutes we were in Boca Raton in my in-laws' villa. Upon entering the house Meloni jumped on me. We kissed while I managed to open my fly and drive my hard cock into Meloni's wet cunt. I pushed her to the wall, her legs were around my body and I fucked her with pleasure. When I cum, Meloni brought her feet and knees to the floor and she used her mouth to clean all the cum that was left in my cock. When she finished, she look at me in the eyes and said:

"Well, I guess that was the dessert on the menu," and we both laughed.

Meloni woke up early and began to clean the house. She wanted everything to be sparkling clean for Mr. Leatherbee's visit. After breakfast, I went to the supermarket to buy everything necessary for the barbecue. When I got back it was almost the time Mr. Leatherbee was supposed to arrive. Meloni had put on a white summer mini dress with red polka dots with straps that barely covered her thighs and revealed the prominent silhouette of her breasts and nipples. Meloni decided to wear the same heels from the night before, because according to Mr.Leatherbee they favored her. Being a fairly tight dress, you could see the perfection of her hips, but the great attraction was still her tits.