"We can't do this," I gasped as Melinda pressed herself against me, my backside jammed against the kitchen counter.
"Yeah, we can," Melinda nearly growled, her lips searching mine, pressing hard against them and plunging her tongue deep inside me. There was no hiding the fact that I was getting an erection as her hips pressed against me. "Your wife is draped around Mike like a matador's cape. She wants him to fuck her. Didn't you know?"
"I'm, uh," I stammered, as Melinda unbuttoned the three remaining buttons on her dark, silken blouse. I could see her breasts pushing against the material, her nipples making obvious protrusions through the fabric. "She mentioned something about a dinner with entertainment."
"Mmm hmmm," Melinda hummed. "We've had dinner. This is the entertainment."
I felt her hand rub across the shape of my bulge inside my pants.
"We planned this, Jason," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me, and Mike wants to fuck Jeannie."
"But Jeannie," I began to protest.
"That's what we talked about. Jeannie said she she'd love to have Mike's cock inside her. I told her she could if you'd fuck me."
"So, Jeannie agreed?"
She nodded, her sparking, dark blue eyes gleaming. "All I have to do is distract you. I can tell you're distracted."
I was distracted, all right. Melinda switched from her buttons to mine, undoing the single button on my Polo shirt and tugging it out of my trousers.
"I want you naked," she said with determination, "And then I want to suck you and fuck you, right here in my kitchen."
"Jeannie," I said again, but Melinda cut me short.
"In about two minutes, she's going to be fucking Mike. Now, do you want me, or don't you."
"You can't tell?" I replied.
"Then you need to stop fucking around with these clothes and let's get naked."
She stepped back and shed her blouse while I pulled my shirt over my head. Melinda slid out of her short, white skirt, revealing a negligible white thong. I looked at her, appreciating the just of her breasts with their hard nipples, the slope of her waist to her hips. She put her thumbs in the strings of her thong.
"Let me," I asked quickly, dropping to a knee. I put my tongue on the damp tiny triangle of cloth, closing my teeth on it and tugging it down. It released with a snap as Melinda helped guide the strings over her hips.
"Oh, fuck," she whispered as my tongue found the slit of smooth flesh under her tiny strip of a pubic landing strip. I slid my tongue between the soft folds, tasting the salty tang of her essence. It didn't take more than a moment for me to find the tiny throbbing bud of her clit. I tenderly licked across it. Melinda gasped, putting her hands on top of my head and spreading her legs slightly.
In a single motion I swept her up and swung around until she was seated on the counter. I drove between her legs, pushing them over my shoulders as my tongue drove into her soaking love hole. Desire swept through me. Hell, yes! I'd wanted this for months since Jeannie had proposed the idea. I just knew that she and Mike wouldn't go for it. In this case, I relished the fact that I had been so wrong.
Melinda whimpered under the assault of my tongue. Her hand moved from my head to my shoulders and back to my head. Her hips thrust forcefully against me.
"Are you going to fuck me up here?" she gasped out.
I hummed an affirmative into her moist flesh.
"Do it, then!" she begged urgently. "Put your hard cock inside me."
I raised my head and wiped the juices from my face with the back of my hand. "Right now?" I asked.
"Yes! Fuck, yes!" she said.
I shucked my pants and underwear in a single stroke and freed my aching hard. I approached her and put the head against her fleshy nether lips.
"Inside!" she demanded.
