Matt’s car was already parked in the drive. Melissa glanced at her watch and secretly smiled to herself. She opened the door and walked into the kitchen to face Matt.
“Where have you been?” he asked, politely and with a soft voice.
“Sorry I’m late, I was held up. How are you?”
Melissa put her bag on the table, removed the sausages and lamb chops and placed them into the fridge. Matt watched her arse in that short yellow skirt as she struggled to reach the top shelf of the fridge. The escaping cold air settled on her blouse and found its way through the fabric and onto her hardening nipples.
“Fine, but you said that you would be here at five thirty and it’s now six twenty.”
Melissa turned; her norks armed and dangerous and pointing at Matt as if they were about to explode in his direction.
“Darling, you know how it is,” she smiled as she sidled up to him sitting atop the high chair next to the breakfast bar.
“A girl’s got to get her supply of fresh meat.”
“Why so long?”
“Complications! Wasn’t as quick as I thought it would be. I see you got the coffee on.”
Matt nodded. His cup of coffee was already on the table and Melissa could smell the freshness wafting towards her. Perhaps later, she thought.
Melissa placed her hand on his chest and kissed him gently on the forehead.
“There were so many people in the butcher’s shop and I had to wait to ask Marcus whether John was about.”
“Who’s Marcus?”
“He’s the new lad that John took on about three months ago. When he started, he had just turned seventeen, he’s a lot more grown up now.”
Matt wrapped his arms around Melissa. If she was anything, it was forgivable. Late she may have been but Matt knew she had her reasons and in that skirt he would forgive her for anything.
Melissa’s hand slipped to his crotch and she started to stroke the bulge that was slowly developing. Matt’s hand eventually reached her bottom and he started to caress her soft flesh. This made Melissa’s nipples get even bigger and they pointed angrily at him.
“John took his time today.” The words slowly fell from Melissa’s lips as she slowly stroked Matt’s cock.
“Did he?” Matt knew what was coming.
“He was in the back room; his cleaver separating the pieces of a whole rack of lamb. I smiled at him and told him that Marcus had told me to come through. John sat back and rested his backside against the bench; smiling at me.”
Matt said nothing, he looked at the hand stroking his cock and saw that it was responding and getting bigger; though not from her actions, more from her words.
“I walked up to John and before I knew it his hand was under my skirt and his fingers pushed into my cunt. Bloody fingers they were too.”
Melissa unfastened the top button on Matt’s shirt.
“He pumped them into me before he bent me over the counter. I pushed the lamb to one side just as his cock entered me. He was balls deep before I had chance to let out a groan, and you know how big John is – don’t you?”
Matt nodded. Melissa unfastened the next button down and then stroked Matt’s cock to see if it was still interested – it was.
Matt picked up his coffee and took a sip.
“In the space of a few minutes, John filled me up completely. By the time I started to push my arse back towards him I had the dirtiest, filthiest thought imaginable.”
Matt nodded once more and closed his eyes as Melissa unfastened two more buttons and then a third. She pulled his shirt from beneath his jeans.
Matt’s hand squeezed Melissa’s bare bottom and he started to fondle it; letting his fingers nonchalantly search out the crack of her arse. He pulled his fingers towards his hand causing her flesh to separate.
“Do you want to suck on my nipples?”
Matt nodded eagerly.
“I thought you did.”
Melissa took a small step back from Matt and started to unbutton her blouse. She only undid the top three buttons before she pulled her top over her head; her ample breasts sprung free to his gaze. Her nipples must have poked out a good inch on top of her dark brown areolas.
“There you go,” she said, smiling at his lowered face as he quickly gobbled up a mouth-watering nipple between his lips.
Melissa carried on with her story.
“I pushed John backwards and extricated his cock from my body. I turned to put my finger onto his lips and I told him to wait a minute. I told him I had an idea. Can you guess what that idea was, Matt?”
Matt lifted his head from Melissa’s nipple and breathing heavily just shook his head.
Melissa unfastened the remaining two buttons on his shirt and pulled it apart. She ran her hands over his chest and rolled the palms of her hands over his own nipples; circling and exciting them with her thumbs.
“I left John in the back room, told him I would be back shortly.”
Matt nodded.
“I walked to the front of the shop where Marcus was serving a customer. I had to wait. That’s why it took a little longer. I walked to the door with her and locked it; placing the sign saying ‘closed for ten minutes’ in the window. Ten minutes was a little optimistic – in hindsight.”
Melissa paused for effect.
“Can you see where this is going, Matt?”
Matt shook his head. Melissa’s hands started to unfasten his trouser belt as she looked on him with a pitiful stare.
“You must have some idea?”
Matt shook his head once more. Melissa saw his stare divert to the cleavage between her breasts.
“Go on then, suck them for me.”
Matt lowered his head and started to suck on her nipple once more. His other hand busied itself on her bottom and he eventually found her darkest opening. He flicked his finger over it causing Melissa to moan slightly.
“Well,” continued Melissa, “I gathered up Marcus and took him into the back room with John. He was OK with it until he saw that John’s cock was erect and sticking out from under his tunic. I told him to stand by the bench. For a seventeen year old he was very compliant. He did what he was told, though you could see the concern on his face.”
Melissa’s face was covered by her grin, her hand came up against Matt’s head and she pulled him into her breasts. She let out a sigh as his warm breath flowed over her. Her eyes glazed over and she started talking more to the wall than to Matt; reliving the experience.
“At first I knelt down and unbuttoned his trousers, extracted his cock and started sucking on it. Didn’t take him long to understand what was going to happen. These youngsters don’t half learn fast you know.”
Matt lifted his head and breathed heavily into Melissa’s cleavage; a sound, almost like a sob left his mouth. Her own hand had unbuttoned his jeans and she was busy pulling them apart. The zip followed her actions and she dipped her hand inside to retrieve his cock.
“It wasn’t long before John had his fat cock back in my pussy and was fucking me and pushing my face into Marcus’ cock. I sucked on him while I got fucked by John. Does that excite you?”
Matt found his finger sliding into Melissa’s anus and he groaned out loud at his action and her words.
She looked down onto Matt. “Kiss me.”
Matt lifted his head accepted a long passionate kiss from Melissa. Their tongues circled as she extricated his stiff cock from his jeans and slowly stroked it.
Matt’s fingers pushed into Melissa’s anus.
“You like fingering my arse, don’t you?”
Matt nodded.
“Wet isn’t it.”
Matt nodded once more.
“That was David’s fault. I met him this morning after you went to work. Well, actually he popped round to the house. He insisted on burying his cock up my arse while he pushed me onto this kitchen table. He refused to take it out until he had completely finished.”
“David? You mean my best friend, David?”
“Yes, he can be a bit of an arse you know,” Melissa giggled at her own innuendo, “but sometimes he’s so fucking dominating.”
“Sometimes?” asked Matt.
“Yeah, he’s been up there a few times now.”
Matt eased his finger from Melissa’s arse but found himself pushing it back in when she pulled on his cock and started kissing him again. Melissa broke off the kiss to continue her story.
“Anyway, John was on top form; fucking me like the bull he is. I must have come three, maybe four times with his cock buried deep inside me. I’ll tell you now, I loved every minute of it. I moaned like a proper slut. To be honest, it would have been better had Marcus lasted as long as John did. But, give him his dues, for a seventeen-year-old he filled my mouth and throat beautifully. It was just what I wanted from him. By the way, can you taste him?”
Matt accepted Melissa’s kiss once more. Their tongues swirled as Melissa pulled gently upwards on Matt’s cock.
“Do you want to put that cock somewhere wet?”
Matt nodded almost apologetically. He could suddenly taste a hint of saltiness from Melissa’s tongue.
Melissa lifted herself up and onto the high chair. She straddled his cock and let her sodden pussy descend on it. As it went in, Melissa sighed. She could feel Matt’s cock swish around in the spunk that already filled her. She pushed her tits out one last time into his face and pulled on the back of his neck. Matt’s hands came up on her bottom and he clenched them hard. Melissa thought of John’s cock and how it pleasured her.
In the minute it took Melissa to climb on top, sink down on his cock, wiggle her arse around and push her tits into his face. Matt came; adding his spunk to the juices that already sloshed around inside her cunt.
Melissa grunted. Her response was acidic. “Fuck! That was quicker than Marcus!”
Melissa climbed off her husband. By the time she eased herself back down so that her toes touched the cold floor, his cock was wilting. She looked at the spunk that now pooled out of the end of his miserable offering; settling in the nooks and crannies of his twisted jeans and matting his pubic hair. It was probably John’s spunk as well as her husbands, she thought.
“Was that good for you?”
Matt nodded.
“Well, I’m off for a shower. Then we can go out for that meal.”
Matt nodded. “I’ll need a shower too,” he said as he started prising himself off the seat.
Melissa’s hand came up on his chest in an instant.
“No you don’t, just rub it in. You’re going out just like that. I hope that dishy waiter smells it on you and then takes me into the larder for a quickie. I promise I won’t make you wait – too long.”
Matt sighed and twisted his head to one side.
Melissa gave him the ‘don’t you dare’ look and he sat back in the chair and waited for Melissa to have her shower and get ready. Matt picked up his coffee as he watched her leave the kitchen and took a sip of the now cold beverage.
His lips quivered and his mind started to think. It was bad to think.
Matt stopped thinking and rubbed the spunk into his skin until it thickened and became as sticky as superglue. He pulled his jeans together and buttoned them up. He walked to the kitchen sink to wash his fingers and stopped himself just in time.
Melissa wouldn’t approve of that, he thought, she would be really pissed if I cleaned them with soap. He licked them dry before buttoning his shirt and getting ready for their weekly meal out.
Matt opened the fridge and looked at the sausages and four lamb cutlets. He sighed heavily; even the sausages were bigger than him. He grabbed a beer and sat back in the chair and waited for Melissa to take him out for their meal.
