Chapter 3 β The change in Melissa
As I have written previously, I am trying to be a good wife. A loving mom to my daughters and a faithful wife to my husband. But the change in me β why now? What has happened to me? My husband walks in while my neighbor is fucking me. I behave myself for almost a year and my daughter's teacher fucks me? I needed help β I needed to understand and control this change in me.
I wanted to talk to my sister Robin. I tell her everything, but could I tell her that I'm a failure as a wife? That her sister is a slut with a problem. What would she think?
I had to talk to Robin β she was my sister and she would not judge me. She would understand and help me with this change in me. I would have to deal with the consequences and get her help. This would be the only way I can behave myself.
I gave her a call on her cell. My sister is a real estate broker. Like me, she does not have to work, but now that my nieces are older, I guess Robin needed to fill her days. She was never one to sit home and watch soap operas. No answer. She is probably with a client. I think she said something about showing a few houses this morning. I tried her again.
TWO MILES AWAY IN A HOUSE ON THE NORTH SHORE OF LONG ISLAND
Robin heard her cell ring for the second time. She looked at her pocketbook on the night table. As Robin looked up β she saw Karl looking down at her β lust in his eyes. Karl had a smile on his face as he moved his hard cock in and out of Robin's married pussy. "Oh Robin, I know you would feel so tight and warm. Oh my β what a pussy β ohhhhhhh yessssssssss!"
Robin put her hands on Karl's hips as he fucked her faster and deeper. Robin had been trying to sell Karl a house for a week now. She had shown him at least a dozen houses. After the third one it happened. Karl's hand accidently brushing her ass. Karl always wanted to see the bedrooms. Robin began to feel that familiar feeling between her legs. That longing that starts about 6 or 7 years ago. She was not sure when, but she knew that Karl would end up fucking her.
Robin wrapped her legs around Karl and began to feel her climax building. She closed her eyes. "oooohhhhhhhhhhh," she began to moan. It was coming soon. That build up; that desire, that . . "ooohhhhhh nowwwww, ooohhhhhhhhhh," Robin's screaming built up and got louder and louder. Her climax washed over her and left her warm and relaxed.
At this rush of sexuality, Karl began to move his hard cock in and out of Robin faster and faster. He began to moan and slowly stiffened and moaned, "Robin, yesssss oh God yesssssssss ooooooh myyyyyyyyy!" Robin felt that all too familiar flooding of her vagina from another man's cum. How she loved it. How warm and sexy she felt.
Karl relaxed his hips and slowly moved on to Robin's 36D boobs. He kissed her and Robin sweetly responded. Robin was so glad that Karl enjoyed her. She felt so at peace.
Robin heard her cell buzz for the fifth time. She "shhhhhhhhhhed" Karl and reached into her pocketbook. Karl's semi hard cock was still inside her.
"Hello?" Robin answered. "Well well β finally. I have been trying you for a Β½ hour," Melissa teased. Robin replied, "Mel, is everything OK?" Melissa said, "Yes β everything is fine. Do you have time for coffee? I really need to talk to you." Robin panted, "Sure, give me an hour and I will meet you at the diner." Melissa said fine and hung up. Robin sounded a little funny. Her voice? Probably tired. It is hard to raise two teenage girls.
TWO HOURS LATER AT A DINER ON LONG ISLAND
We met for coffee at a diner in Port Jefferson. She could tell something was troubling me. She gave me some time and finally lost her patience. "Melissa, are you going to tell me what is going on or we going to pretend you are not near tears?" A few people were looking at us then away. The busboy kept sneaking looks at us β but he always did. Two large breasted sisters β who could blame him? We came to this diner at least once a week. Often our sister Karen, also a D cup, joined us. On those days, I'm sure the busboy would get and keep a hard on for his entire shift.
I finally blurted it out. "Robin, I had a fling; actually a couple of flings. I don't know what's wrong with me. I don't even know why I slept with these men. I love my husband, but I think something is wrong with me!"
Robin was shocked and then she relaxed. She told me to calm down and keep my voice down. "Melissa," she paused for a few seconds then continued. I can't believe this. There is nothing wrong with you." Robin paused and looked down. She moved closer to me and said softly, " I want to tell you something. Do you remember the summers when we were growing up?" Was Robin changing the subject? Maybe it was a mistake telling her this.
Robin continued, "Do you remember Lori Schwartz?" I nodded that I did remember. It was one of Robin's friends when we were girls. I remember her mom and dad too. They were so nice.
Robin went on. "My first summer home from college, maybe July of 1981, there was a block party. Lori had a crush on Jeff Allen singe 10th grade, so Lori and I left the party to go to her house. Jeff was going to come over since nobody was home. We got high and chatted then I went to hide in her parent's room so I could spy on them when Jeff came over. I waited and was starting to think that they were not going to come up to the bedroom. But then I heard someone. Mr. Schwartz came home and he was walking up the stairs. I hid in the closet and left the door open a little so I would know when he left. But you will never guess what I saw."
Robin looked at me and touched my hand. I looked around and noticed a few people at tables. One man in his 40s, sitting alone was looking at us from time to time. Robin lowered her voice and said, "Melissa . . ."
SUMMER 1981 β SATURDAY EVENING AROUND 7PM
Mr. Schwartz walks in the bedroom and takes his shirt and pants off. He sits on his bed in his white briefs. He is humming and in a good mood. Someone else is walking up the stairs. A woman walks in the bedroom and smiles at Mr. Schwartz. He says, "Oh Abby I have been thinking about this all evening." Robin realizes that Mr. Schwartz is talking to her 38 year old mother!