Cum flowed from her pussy where there was no extra room inside her for it to stay, and the hot stuff ran into the crack of her ass, collected on his pants where he still pressed her. Melinda screamed in a muted voice, a sob choking off the cries as if there was a limit even to the out pouring of delight, and she felt her body responding in kind to his orgasm. Her first climax spent itself and she rocked back, ass twitching on the desktop, only to find a second come bubbling in her loins.
Melinda cried, "Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!" and fucked at him, and the second come became a third, and a fourth, and though his cock had finally ceased to spit semen up her pussy, she continued to explode with uncontrollable tremors.
"Keep going baby," he grinned, "and I'll be ready to fuck you all over again."
His cock refused to soften, despite the massive amount of come he'd fucked into her. How could he go soft? Melinda's pussy was vibrantly alive, milking him, shuddering its convulsions up and down the fully-imbedded barrel of his tool, and the stimulation was too strong for Dave's organ to ignore. He groaned, as if the effort of staying erect pained the hell out of him, but he kept working his prick in her, too, and her multiple climaxes became even more multiple.
But it had to cease, eventually. And Melinda was dripping with sweat, her pussy a swamp of leaked-out cum and aching nerves, when the last rippling contraction flowed and ebbed.
She sank back, panting like a winded dog, and her head swam giddily. Dave had her by the shoulders, keeping her up, and his cock eased from her pussy. It was as if his prick realized that its job was complete for the moment. She looked down at the white-stained dick as it emerged, and she giggled like a schoolgirl to see it wilt in the open air. At tiny drip of cum formed on the tip of him as he diminished, and she watched as that droplet fell unheeded to the floor below. Melinda reached down to touch her pussy, but she pulled her fingers away almost immediately, for she ached so, sooooo much…
"But such a lovely aching," she cooed, offering him her mouth. His kiss intensified that ache, made it lovely, sweet, a pleasure beyond compare. His kiss took her breath away, and it was a winded, fully satiated Melinda who eased out of Dave Hammett's embrace. Her body was exhausted but fulfilled, and a warm, pink flush suffused her everywhere that counted. The juice of their mutual come was thick and sticky, coating the lips of Melinda's cunt, dripping lazily down the sleek insides of her thighs, and she rubbed a hand across that swampy sex jungle, puffing with delight at how sweet it felt to be stroking a pacified pussy.
Her legs were rubbery, the knees weak, and almost as soon as she sidled past Dave and stood up, she realized that the act was a trifle premature. She eased against him as he tucked his cock back inside his pants and it felt just as sweet to be braced by his male presence in the afterglow of fucking.
"That was insane," she told him breathlessly. "Absolutely insane. But I loved it. God, I needed it!"
Dave slipped his arm around her. A big brother might embrace a little sister in just that way – particularly if she'd only just finished slipping her a big chunk of meat and filling her little snatch with hot juicy cum. Melinda had never had a brother but now she knew how it would feel to have one, and she liked it. Incestuously.
"If that's any sample of what your husband is catting around on," Dave sighed, "he ought to have his balls cut off. With a dull, rusty-bladed knife. In fact, if I can find one…"
Melinda's face clouded. The act of screwing had been so pleasant, so all-engrossing after Neil's recent loss of interest, that many of the basic considerations had become obscured. At least temporarily. But now her head was clearing and she could see it all a little more sharply.
To begin, she bad just seen incontrovertible proof that her husband was keeping a mistress on the side, that his mistress was quite young, quite attractive, and quite responsive sexually – so much so that Neil had relegated his wife to the back burners of his mind. His affair had evidently been going on for the past half-year and he'd been lying to her in an effort to keep her from getting suspicious. That was unforgivable. Wasn't it?
But on the other hand she herself had just committed an act of adultery, the very first of her life. And with the man who had exposed Neil's duplicity to her. Oh God, what an act of adultery, too!! Her cunt still dripped a mixture of her cum and his, and she knew without looking that the lips of her pussy were red and inflamed from the dynamite cock that had been thrust into the churning, love-starved maw of her snatch. And the orgasms – she'd lost count before they stopped, but she couldn't recall ever coming so many times in rapid succession, so many that retaining consciousness had been nearly impossible. "Oh, my God, Dave," she said then. "What ant I going to do?"
"Do? About what?"
"About Neil. My husband. Remember him? God, the reason I came here in the first place…"
"You could always divorce him," Dave suggested. "That tape gives you enough pounds in this state. Or any other state in the union. Get a good lawyer, take him to court, and send him packing. And when you dump him, well… I mean, we click together. I knew we would as soon as I put my hands on you, and if you were mine, Melinda Stillman, I damn sure wouldn't drop you flat for the first hot young piece that twitched ass in my direction. I know a good thing when I stick my cock into it, and you're a damned good thing. If you were a free woman, I'd shack up with you… Christ, I think I'd marry you! I must be…"
"Very sweet," she said, kissing him. "But it's more complicated than that, Dave. Life always is. Yes, we, click, as you put it. But Neil and I have been married four years, and he and I used to click, too. I married him because I loved him and – despite the videotape you showed me, despite the rest of what you showed me – I'm not sure that I don't still love him."
"Low?"
"You don't fall out of it overnight, let alone in a single afternoon. Oh, damn it, I have to think, to talk it over with myself, to… talk it over with Neil, toe, for God's sake. I owe him that much."
Melinda straightened up. Her legs were stronger now, and she could stand unaided. Dave handed her the under things he'd stripped away and she eased into them as he watched. His eyes were bright, and it gave Melinda a kind of pleasure to see the interest, the appreciation with which he surveyed her half-clad body, the body he'd just finished fucking into a long-denied nirvana. Well, he'd copped her extramarital cherry, and she could never forget the excitement his cock and mouth had brought her. No matter what happened between her and Neil.
"Hem," she said, stopping, retrieving the check that had slipped to the floor when Dave was making his initial pass at her. "And thank you."
Dave shook his head solemnly. "I don't want your money," he announced. She forced the check into his fingers but he took it only to tear it into pieces, which he poured into a nearby ashtray alongside several cigarette butts. Melinda smiled. It was a sweet gesture. He was a sweet man. Probably a nice man. She doubted if he had Neil's duplicity in him but…
"I'd like to see you again," Dave added. "Soon."
"I can't promise anything. Not until I've cleared the air with Neil. Well, this is Friday. He's probably seeing Kathy after work, so I'll have till eight or nine to mange my thoughts." It would be a difficult night, she was already aware. But it had to be done. She had to tell him that she knew, that she didn't like what he was doing. And then?
And then it was all up to Neil. He couldn't keep on dividing his life between a wife and a mistress. She'd make that very elm to him, she'd demand that he come to a decision. Oh, God – four years of marriage, four years of love. Would he throw it all away for a piece of lithe blonde fluff? Or had he already done that? She'd never forget, as long as she lived, the way his lips moved on the soundless videotape when he told Kathy that he loved her.