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   Melissa -- Our Roommate Chap. 7 (fict MFF wife cheat teasing
smoking piercing creampie)

   Our sexual triangle remained largely at a status quo for the next
week or so.  My wife Kelly and I were fucking every night, something
that had never happened with us even when we were dating.  Not only
was the quantity exceptional, but also the quality was as good as any
man could ask for.  Kelly was wearing sexy lingerie frequently.  In
fact, hardly a day went by when she wasn't wearing something that set
my loins to twitching.  Similarly, her makeup, hair, and perfume were
amazing at all times.  She was also quite consciously driving me wild
by smoking sexily around me whenever possible.  

   Her appearance was fabulous, and her attitude and approach toward
sex had also gotten very exiting.  She was constantly trying to find
new ways to arouse me more, not that I needed any additional
assistance there.  She was sucking or touching my cock far more
regularly than in the past, where a short blowjob followed by sex was
more typical.  Normally fairly vocal during sex, her naughty
fantasizing had taken a big jump, and now she often talked about me
fucking Melissa or eating her cream-filled pussy, or teasing my desire
to do her with another man by talking about sucking a hard cock while
I fucked her.

   And then there was Melissa.  In some ways, she was very different
than Kelly.  Long blonde hair as opposed to Kelly's shoulder length
brunette tresses.  Smaller breasts.  A tendency towards glossy pink
lips and blue eye shadows where Kelly liked darker browns and reds.
Pierced nipples and clitoral hood.

   But in other ways, they were so much alike.  They both loved to
tease in sexual ways, without being slutty.  They both smoked sexily.
And I was fucking both of them in my marriage bed.

   It wasn't cheating, of course.  Kelly had firmly pushed us
together, and in fact only twice had I slept with Melissa that Kelly
wasn't present.  She had made it very clear that she didn't want to be
there the first time, but wanted to hear all of the details.  The
second had happened a few days ago when Kelly got stuck working late,
as had happened a few times recently.  But we had also fucked twice
with Kelly there, either watching or participating.  Plus, I had
gotten to watch Kelly's first bisexual encounter with her sexy friend
not long ago!

   So all in all, the past several weeks had been very good to me,
especially the most recent ones.  However, even with all of the
excitement I had experienced thus far, I was truly just at the
beginning of my discoveries, I began to realize.

***********

   It was Saturday afternoon.  The work week had been very stressful
in that mixed good and bad way: good because our client roster was
expanding rapidly and we were preparing for software installations as
fast as we could manage them; bad because we simply couldn't train
people quickly enough to take the pressure off of the existing staff.
Hence my need for some relaxation, with my feet up on the coffee table
and a beer in my hand.  I looked to my right where Kelly lay on the
couch reading a home decorating magazine.  She was intensely sexy even
when she wasn't doing anything special, I thought - although she knew
me well enough to easily pass on the subtle cues that would get me
excited, without making it seem obvious.  

   Now, for example, she had simply clipped her shower-damp hair up in
a twist behind her head, letting it fall as it may across her neck.
She was braless under an oversized long sleeve T-shirt that was thin
enough to reveal the dark circles of her areolas and the raised bumps
of her nipples.  Other that that she wore only a pair of pink cotton
panties that I was able to see whenever the hem of her shirt rode up
her thigh.  In other words, she was dressed for comfort, but in a way
that sent a gentle pulse of blood through my cock every time I look at
her.

   She saw my glance and smiled at me, blowing me a kiss.  Then, as if
entirely by coincidence, she reached for the pack of cigarettes on the
coffee table and lit one.  Without so much as another glance in my
direction, she proceeded to smoke the entire cigarette while casually
reading.  Of course it kept me completely aroused and sneaking looks
at her.

   The whole afternoon was pretty much like that.  She never really
did bother to get dressed, and I found it especially exciting once
when I glanced at her cotton-clad pussy and noticed that the fabric
was moist with her juices.  Apparently her teasing games had some
effect on her as well, I noted.  She passed me on the way to the
bathroom, pausing long enough to give me a short tongue-kiss with her
smoke flavored mouth on her way.  On a whim, I followed a moment later
and spied on her through a crack in the door.

   She quickly pulled down her panties and sat down on the toilet.
Though I couldn't see it, I heard the splashing of water as she peed,
and then she wiped herself a couple of times with tissue.  But as I
had hoped and suspected, I saw her fingers flash over her clit several
times and heard her soft moan and knew that she had simply touched
herself enough to raise her own passion higher.  I quickly scooted
back to the living room as she flushed the toilet.

   Early that evening, Melissa came out of her bedroom from a power
nap, prepared for a date.  She was dressed to kill.  I felt my cock
stir for the hundredth time that day when I saw her - hair curled up
in a sexy-cute flip, glistening lips and shadowed eyes, tight black
pants and a pink top that accentuated her 34B breasts.  She paused
long enough to light a cigarette and then strode into the living room
accompanied by the clicking of her four-inch wedge heels on the
hardwood floors.  
 
   "Well, what do you think?" she inquired of me, hands on hips and
exhaling a stream of smoke towards the ceiling.

   "I think you look good enough to eat," I told her lustily.  Kelly
smiled when she heard this.

   "You're so sweet," Melissa cooed at me.  She put a hand behind my
neck and leaned down to kiss me wetly.  "Let's hope my date thinks
so."

   "Is this the same guy as last week?" asked Kelly.

   "Yeah, the same one," Melissa confirmed.  "But I'm seeing a
different guy tomorrow night, and then this other one I just met on
Wednesday."

   I playfully swatted her ass.  "You little minx!  You're not
screwing around, are you?"

   "Only with you," she laughed.  Then the sound of a horn from the
parking lot out front announced the arrival of her date.  "Gotta go,"
she said.  She leaned in for one more kiss from me, slipping her
tongue between my lips briefly, then moving over to Kelly and doing
the same to her.  Then she was gone, the door clicking shut behind
her.

   Suddenly Kelly was in front of me, sliding down to straddle my leg
and pin my cock between her thighs.  "I want to fuck you," she told me
firmly, "right now."

**********

   Minutes later we were in the bedroom kissing passionately.  Kelly's
hands were all over my back and neck, pulling my mouth into hers while
our tongues dueled aggressively.  I could taste her sweet saliva and
my nose was starting to pick up the tangy scent of her pussy, as it
grew wetter by the second.  

   "Oh, I'm so hot right now," she moaned into my ear as I ran my
tongue down her neck.  I reached up and squeezed her left breast with
my hand, rolling her nipple between my thumb and fingers through the
thin shirt she wore.  She gasped as I pinched it gently.

   "Still thinking about getting it pierced?"  I pinched more firmly
and pulled a bit.

   She nodded, eyes crunched up in a mixture of pleasure and agony as
I twisted her hard nub.  I then slid down and bit at it through the
cloth, raking it with my teeth to her aroused moans.  Satisfied that
she was enjoying it, I repeated the treatment on her other nipple then
lifted her shirt.  Both nipples were glowing red and rock hard from my
attention.

   I was about to slide down and eat her but she stopped me.  "Lay
down.  I want to suck you."

   I didn't need to be told twice.  I slid off my jeans and boxers and
fell flat on the center of the bed.  Kelly took off her shirt and
panties in front of me and stood naked, showing off her closely
trimmed cunt and sexy tits.  She opened a bedside drawer and pulled
out a thick dildo, dropping it pointedly on the bed next to me.  Then
she climbed onto me in a 69-like position, kneeling so that her pussy
was several inches over my face and taking my cock in her hands.

   She bent forward until her breasts brushed my thighs, hanging
straight out from her chest.  She stroked my cock for several seconds
until it was as hard as it could get, looking me right in the eye over
her shoulder the whole time.  Then she dipped her head down and closed
her lips around the head of my cock.  My view was limited by the
position, so I could only imagine her crimson lips surrounding me as I
felt the warm saliva coating my shaft in time with her bobbing.

   I laid my head back and enjoyed the pleasurable sensations she was
giving me.  Kelly has a talented mouth, and when she's in the mood to
show off, she can really do wonders.  Tonight she really seemed to
want my cock in her mouth and was doing her best to deep throat it,
breathing warmly towards my balls as she pumped the base of my dick
with her hand. 

   Suddenly I noticed her hips wiggling suggestively above me and she
paused in her sucking.  "Well?" she said expectantly.  I realized
shortly that she wanted the dildo and grabbed for it.  Reaching up
with the other hand, I parted her nether lips and was thrilled to see
a thick, sticky string of clear pussy juice stretched between them.  I
put the head of the two-inch thick dildo to the entrance of her cunt
and twisted it in her wetness until it was lubricated.  Then I pushed
it slowly up her snatch while she resumed her sucking.

   If I'd thought she was giving me great head before, it was that
much better once I penetrated her with the toy.  "Oh God yes," she
moaned around my dick, "it's so big.  It's like a guy with a big dick
is fucking me while I suck you."

   My cock twitched in her mouth as she said that and I moaned
reflexively.

   "You liked that, didn't you," Kelly teased me, running her tongue
across my cockhead.  "Are you imagining that?  Me being fucked while I
suck you?"

   I nodded silently, working the latex cock in her.

   She lowered her mouth around me again and bobbed twice, then came
up and jerked me as she spoke.  "Keep fucking me like that with your
thick cock," she said.  "Oh honey, it feels so good sucking you while
another guy reams my pussy like this."  She alternated between sucking
and speaking, always stroking my cock in time with the thrusts of the
dildo.  "Christ, it's almost too big - you're going to stretch me out
for my husband," she whispered.  "But don't stop, you're giving me the
fuck of a lifetime.  Keep going until you come inside of me."

   I could see her getting into the fantasy now, clenching her crotch
against the dong inside of her and moving her mouth rapidly across me.
I felt my balls swelling with come, as her dirty talk got to me.  "Are
you going to fill me up?" Kelly gasped, carrying on the story.  "Fill
me up while I suck the come out of my husband's cock.  Fuck me harder!
Harder, you motherfucker!  I love your cock inside of me...fuck me
like you did last weekend!"  At the last I felt a strange twinge, but
at the same time it turned me on so much that I came right into my
wife's waiting mouth.  Her lips slid down to the base of my shaft and
she gulped lustily, swallowing as fast as I jetted my load into her
mouth.  The shaking of her hips and her muffled cries told me that her
orgasm had arrived as well.

   By the time both of our orgasms had subsided, she was cuddled into
my arms and kissing me softly.  "Good fantasy?" she asked with a
smile.  I told her it was great and we relaxed in post-coital bliss.

**********

   It was much later that night when I felt the bed compress next to
me.  Melissa woke me with frantic kisses, running her hands over my
chest.

   "I need you to fuck me - hurry!" she whispered, pulling off her
pants - no panties, my groggy mind noticed.  Then she spread her legs
and I rolled on top of her.  Her cunt was a sticky mess, I noticed
immediately.  I rubbed my hand in the sloppy crevice and lifted it to
her mouth where she eagerly licked it clean.  It took no more than a
shift of my hips and my cock slid right in to the hilt in her pussy,
accompanied by her moans and a squish of thick juices.

   "God, you're a fucking mess down here," I exclaimed.  Her laughs
shook the bed.

   "That's one way of putting it," she agreed.  "Another would be
sloppy seconds."

   "You didn't!" Kelly burst out from next to us.  I hadn't even
realized she was awake.

   "Yeah, I just fucked the guy in our parking lot," Melissa admitted.
"But I didn't come with him, and I needed more."  She lifted her legs
around my back and pulled me into her.  "Fuck me already," she
groaned, raking her nails across my back.

   I was happy to oblige, hammering my hips against hers.  The feeling
of her cum-filled pussy clenching me was incredible, velvety and
frictionless.  I kissed her hard, looking into her eyes as I drilled
her.  I felt Kelly's hands roaming across our bodies, touching our
chests, playing with Melissa's nipple rings, and reaching down to
stroke her clit when our bodies parted.  In the meantime I kissed
Melissa, then kissed my wife, back and forth as we fucked.  Soon I
felt Melissa stiffen and squeeze my cock with her vaginal muscles as
she came, her lover's semen squeezed out around me.  I grunted and let
my own eruption spill into her, adding my seed to the copious load
that already was overflowing its container.

   Next to us I felt Kelly slipping down.  "Pull out," she told me.  I
did so, angling towards her slightly.  She took my dick in her hand
and slowly, thoroughly licked the combined loads of sperm and pussy
juice from me until the only moisture left on me was from her saliva.
Then she moved her head between Melissa's thighs and started licking
at the creamy mess leaking from her.

   "With all of the times you've eaten me after sex, I wanted to see
what it's like," she smiled at me before turning her full attention to
the steaming pussy before her.  Soon Melissa's moans rose to a fevered
pitch.  The psychological thrill of having a woman eat two lovers'
worth of come from her was tremendous, as was the pleasure of Kelly's
tongue snaking across her clit and its golden ring.  Had I not come
twice already that evening, I probably would have gotten hard again
myself listening to my wife suck the jism out of her friend with her
hungry tongue and ruby lips.

   Melissa started whimpering constantly and her hands slid down to
encircle Kelly's head, holding her face tightly in the crevice of her
thighs.  I could head obscene, wet sucking sounds coming from
Melissa's gash and saw Kelly forcing three fingers inside of her with
jabbing movements.  Melissa's excitement continued to build until she
seemed to be in the throes of one long orgasm that held on for several
minutes.  Finally she went limp and weakly pushed Kelly's face away.
"Too much..." she whispered faintly.

**********

   Kelly sat nervously in the semi-reclined chair as a heavily
tattooed man roughly squeezed her nipples.  Her shirt was unbuttoned
and her bra had been pulled down to let her breasts pop free.

   "Are you sure about this?" he asked her gently, in sharp contrast
with the harsh way he was touching her.  "Once you cross this line,
there's no going back."

   Kelly was afraid but aroused.  The man's questions meant more to
her than he realized, she thought.  But in crossing some of those
lines, she had opened new paths of exploration for herself and her
husband.  Having sex with a woman - hell, even kissing a woman - was
one of those lines.  Encouraging her husband to fuck another woman was
another.  And what about cheating on him with another man, she
wondered?  She knew that she would tell him eventually, and she had
always known that the idea of her being with other mean aroused him,
but how would the reality reconcile with the fantasy?

   "I need to hear you say it," the man pressed.  "Otherwise you can
put your clothes back on and leave."

   "Do it.  Do me now," Kelly urged him.

   The man wiped an alcohol pad across each of her nipples and their
surrounding skin.  Immediately an icy sensation went through them and
she gasped in surprise.  But that was nothing compared to the
clamp...when he fixed it on the first nipple, tightening and locking
it in place, Kelly squeezed both our hands hard.  Melissa and I were
sitting on opposite sides of her, watching her with concern.

   "This is all going to be done in a minute Kelly," Melissa reassured
her.  "One clamp down, one to go.  Then the needle, and it hurts like
hell, but it's worth it."

   The man latched the second clamp on her other nipple and again
Kelly stiffened from the pain.  "I'm going to put both of the needles
in first, and then I'll put the rings in.  That way, the worst is over
quickly.  Are you ready?" he asked.

   Kelly nodded bravely.  He started with her left breast and held up
a thick, curved needle, much larger than those used for injections or
drawing blood.  With a well-practiced hand, he put it against her
nipple and pushed it smoothly through to the other side.  Kelly's
reaction was instant and she stiffened and cried out, a mask of pain
on her face.  Tears streamed from her eyes.

   "You're doing great," the man encouraged her.  "Just hold still
like that for one more and we're in the home stretch."

   He quickly repeated the process with her right nipple, and I
watched in sympathy as my wife fought the need to jump in pain from
her tortured, bleeding nipple.  But, like the man promised, once the
needles were through, the worst was indeed over.  He fed each of her
new silver hoops into holes in the backs of the needles and slowly
pulled the needles the rest of the way through her neatly pierced
nipples, leaving the rings dangling from them.  Next he adjusted each
so that the small gap in their circle was facing downward.  Into the
space, he inserted a small ball using a pliers-like tool.  Finally he
wiped away the blood with a soft, moist towel and applied a coating of
antibiotic gel.

   "What do you think?" he asked, handing her a mirror.

   Kelly still had tears streaming down her face from the pain, but
she wiped them away with the back of a hand and looked at herself in
the mirror.  There, adorning her chest like shimmering beacons were
the nipple rings she had been thinking of ever since Melissa moved in.

   "They're sexy," I told her. 

   "Fuck yeah, they're sexy," Melissa one-upped me.  "I can't wait to
suck on those."

   If that shocked the piercing artist, he didn't let it show.
Rather, he gave some firm instructions about cleanliness, care, and
waiting three months for 'any of that'.  He also told her to forget
about wearing a bra at all for the next couple of days, covering her
nipples with a soft gauze pad as he did so, and that she should
consider a padded bra for a week or so after that to minimize chafing.
Kelly put her bra in a pocket, buttoned up her shirt, and rose to
unsteady feet where we helped her out to the car.

**********

   By the end of the next couple of weeks, Melissa had been on a
number of dates with a few different guys.  A definite pattern had
emerged: she was fucking the guys by the second date (first in one
case) and then racing home to get into my bed for a second fuck while
her lover's come was still warm inside of her.

   "I don't know what's gotten into me," she mused as she rode my
cock.  "I've never been 'easy' like this before.  Sure, I had sex with
guys, but usually it was after several dates, and always with just one
guy that I was dating pretty much exclusively."

   I didn't really know what to say to that, so I just kept thrusting
upwards into her.  Her date had actually ended rather early this
evening as it was a weeknight, so I had been wide awake when Melissa
came into the living room with that freshly-fucked glow.  In fact, I
was pretty horny myself because Kelly was out for the evening at a
movie with a girl friend, so I hadn't gotten laid yet.

   Melissa had taken my hand and led me into my bedroom - for some
reason we almost always fucked in the bed Kelly and I shared, rather
than Melissa's.  I suppose it was an extra turn on for her to have me
in another woman's territory.  We kissed for a while, then she
straddled me and fed my dick into her waiting hole.  That had been
several minutes earlier.

   "It's just so fucking dirty," she continued.  "That first time you
screwed me, and you were so rough with me, something just snapped.  I
felt like a slut and I actually loved it.  You made me come so much...
Now I'm really being a slut and I don't want to stop.  I don't want to
stop fucking you."  She kissed me hard. 

   "You liked that rough stuff, eh?" I smiled.  "Maybe I should be a
little more forceful with you tonight then," I said, grabbing her
wrists and pinning them to her sides.  Her gasp of pleasure suggested
I was on the right track, but she surprised me.

   "No," she said firmly.  "Tonight, I'm in charge."  In a turnabout,
she pinned my hands down, then attached the cuffs that were now
permanently connected to the legs of our bed.  I was immobilized.
Grinning, Melissa reached over to the pack of cigarettes on Kelly's
bedside table and lit one.  She rocked her hips gently on my cock and
exhaled slowly.  

   "I'm going to make you desperate to come," she told me with a
wicked smile.  Her movements were too slow to get me off, but enough
to keep building my excitement.  Again and again she took a long drag
from her cigarette, blowing the stream out slowly and then kissing me
while her hips moved against me.  My cock was completely buried in her
and I could feel her sloppy cunt matting my pubic hair.  Still kissing
me with her smoky mouth, she thrust her hips upwards and downwards on
my shaft.  I fought the need to come and she watched my expression
with pleasure, squeezing her vaginal muscles tightly on each stroke.
Finally she decided to make me come.  She took a long drag on her
cigarette and inhaled deeply, then immediately began kissing me while
fucking me hard.  Slowly she let her breath out was we kissed and I
felt the warm smoke in our mouths.  I shot a powerful load inside of
her at that moment and she kissed me all through it.

   "Bravo!" called Kelly from the doorway.  "That was so sexy I wanted
to come myself."

   "Hey honey, I didn't know you were home yet.  If you're turned on,
why don't you come join us?"

   "I'm actually really tired and need a shower - it's been a long day
and I feel a little grimy."  She shot Melissa a quick, piercing look,
then headed into the bathroom.  Before I could say anything else, and
tied to the bed as I was, I could hardly react as Melissa lifted off
of my cock.  Taking another puff from her cigarette, she told me, "I'm
not through with you yet, so forget about your wife.  You've got other
work to do."  She slid her overflowing cunt up my body until she was
sitting on my face.

   "That's it baby," she purred as she felt my tongue move into
action.  She leaned back on her knees contentedly while I licked her
sticky cunt, smoking and smiling.  "Make me come like you always do."

***********

    I must have fallen asleep before Kelly made it to bed.  The next
morning I went into the bathroom to urinate.  While I was going, I
noticed a lacy black pair of panties on the floor that looked like
Kelly's.  I picked them up and saw instantly that they were crusted
with a thick coating of dried come; they were so stiff that they
wouldn't even bend to the touch.  My mind whirled.  What the fuck?
Were these Kelly's, and if so, what the hell was going on.  I didn't
hear the door open behind me, but suddenly Melissa's voice penetrated
my thoughts. 

   "I see you found my panties.  I must have left them here last night
after my date fucked me."  She took them from my hand deftly.

   "They look like Kelly's," I objected weakly.

   "Don't be silly," she said, reaching for my cock and stroking me.
"They're full of come - of course they're mine.  I'm sure we just have
the same style.  We shop at Victoria's Secret all the time together."
She kissed me reassuringly.  "Come into my bedroom - I feel like
giving a blowjob, and you're the only guy within five feet."  

   I let her lead me by the cock into her room, not noticing her drop
the panties back in the bathroom as we went, and certainly not hearing
Kelly scurry into the bathroom behind us to retrieve them, her heart
pounding.

********** 

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