All of a sudden, I realized it had been more than three months since Melissa had moved in with us. I was actually shocked, both by how quickly the time had passed, as well as by how easily and naturally it had gone. After we finally had gotten rid of our last roommate, we had vowed to ourselves that we would never have another, no matter how tough the financial circumstances or how great the friend's need; it just created too many problems in the long run.
Of course, with most roommate situations, there isn't usually a love triangle that has the three cohabitants sleeping in the same bed as often as not.
I was finally feeling well adapted to the situation into which I had been placed. I had a beautiful, sexy wife with whom I was deeply in love. Our sex life was amazing. She was attentive to my needs, knew how to drive me wild, and practiced it often. On the flip side, I also knew that I got her off very powerfully and felt that she was very satisfied as well.
Then there was Melissa...my girlfriend? Lover? I didn't know what to call her. My wife's friend, who had also been my hot sexual partner since just a few days after moving in with us. She certainly seemed to have gotten over the heartbreak of breaking up with her ex-boyfriend. In fact, Melissa was doing very well for herself indeed. She was almost insatiable, sexually. I was fucking her at least four times a week, sometimes more. And she was also getting laid at least that often by her dates - a few steady guys and the occasional fresh blood.
The icing on the cake had to be watching Kelly and Melissa together though. All men fantasize about seeing their wife with another women. Anyone who tells you differently is a liar and probably insecure about his sexual talents. I had always dreamed of seeing Kelly with her face between another woman's thighs, or squirming on her back while a trio of slender fingers capped in a French manicure invaded her closely cropped slit. Now I witnessed such an encounter at least once or twice weekly. Actually, the best was watching them kiss. Their pink tongues playing between painted lips was always enough to stir my cock to full erection.
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"Hi honey," Kelly called as she shut the front door behind her. As usual, she looked amazing. Her auburn hair had been growing out for the past few months, and recently she had made a big change at the salon. Now she wore a very stylish, shorter cut with cute bangs and a curl under in the back. The big shocker, though, was the color, which was essentially black. Kelly had gone very dark once before, but never like this. At first I teased her about being my "gothic princess", but she didn't vamp it up with the rest of the look, which would have been almost comical. Instead, with her new complement of intense red lipsticks and a few new outfits, she had a very chic Manhattan look to her that I found quite alluring.
She was getting home a bit later than usual, but she rapidly made it up to me. She set down her work bag at the door and lit a cigarette, sauntering casually over to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me lustily. "Did you miss me?" she asked playfully.
I pulled her firmly to me and kissed her some more. "A little, I suppose," I teased her. She ground her hips against the erection that was straining my pants and nodded skeptically.
"Sure," she said sarcastically. Then, "Is your girlfriend home?" Kelly liked teasing me that way, calling Melissa things like my "girlfriend" or "other wife". She knew it turned me on to think like that, and if nothing else, Kelly liked to tease me. Since it was really her that started the sexual relationship between Melissa and I in the first place, I felt quite confident that there were no ill feelings in her remarks.
"No," I replied. "She had an early date tonight."
Kelly laughed, kissing me some more and slipping her smoky, wet tongue into my mouth. "You know what that means - sloppy seconds for my husband tonight." She was right of course. It was one of Melissa's greatest joys to come into my bed after one of her lovers had filled her up, and she often made her dates a little on the early side to ensure that there would be plenty of time for "afterwards". The guys just thought she was an early riser.
An interesting look crossed Kelly's face for a moment when she said "sloppy seconds", then her eyelids closed slightly in the calculated expression that is universally considered to be sultry on women around the world. She put her cigarette to her lips while rubbing my bulging crotch with the other hand. "Want to get into two wet cunts tonight instead of just one?" she asked sluttily.
That was an offer I simply couldn't pass up. I let Kelly lead me into the bedroom. She was walking backwards, pulling me by the hand. She made intense eye contact with me the entire time, a confident tigress stalking her prey. "Strip," she ordered me, watching and smoking.
It didn't take long with as horny as I was. In moments my shirt, pants, socks, and underwear were lying in a heap on the floor. But as fast as I had been, Kelly was somehow even quicker. By the time my undershirt was over my head, she was lying almost naked on the bed with her legs pressed tightly together. I say "almost naked" because she still wore her sexy, see-thru Calvin Klein bra. I nodded towards her tits.
"Still too soon to play with them?"
"Another week or so," she agreed, "And then the piercings should be completely healed. I want to feel you sucking on them as badly as you want to do it. Now get over here."
As usual, I was prepared to start at the bottom and work my way up. I love everything about going down on a woman: the taste, the smell, and the way I can make her move on my tongue, desperate to come. But as my face neared Kelly's twat, she spoke up.
"Not yet," she delayed me. "I want you to do it afterwards. Right now I need your cock inside of me."
Who could argue with that kind of request? I slid up her body and found her mouth with mine, kissing her aggressively. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts against my chest. Her tongue moved in my mouth frantically and I felt her legs separate. With my body completely atop hers, my dick naturally lodged itself against her pussy and I felt a tremendous warm wetness emanating from her cunt. Almost immediately Kelly rocked her hips and I slid all the way inside her with a moist gurgle.
"Fuck, you weren't kidding about two wet cunts tonight, were you?" I gasped. "You're almost as slick down there as Melissa is when she comes in from one of her dates!"
Kelly had a strange, small smile on her face and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me hungrily. "Fuck me," she whispered throatily. "Fuck your wife's sloppy cunt." And I did. I was so turned on that I couldn't help but thrust my hips against hers over and over again. Sticky juices were slipping out of her with each penetration, coating both of our crotches. Again I thought of how much she felt like Melissa after another man had fucked her. The thought briefly crossed my mind that perhaps Kelly...but no. We had fantasized about her fucking other men, but never really talked about acting on it. There had been little hints, tickling my subconscious, but nothing concrete, and knowing Kelly as I did, it could all be an elaborate mind-fuck to tease me.
