The Erotic Encounters of Melinda and Christian: Part 1 - Sex Stories

The Erotic Encounters of Melinda and Christian: Part 1

... is like a child who gets a laugh from an adult. He gave her the cheap gift several years ago and she politely expressed appreciation, and so, he just gives her this every birthday afterward. When she turned to discard the present in her waste bin I heard her mumble something unkind, and remarked how ripped off she was to be married to an incompetent boy. Nervously, and because my mind had wandered to sex, I offered that at least, I hear the boyish ones are only good for one thing anyway. To which she scoffed and then let out a few short burst of laughter. She then unloaded a volley of grievances with her husband's bedroom buffoonery that almost made me feel for the guy, but I quickly dismissed that as I caught her gaze. Her face was glowing with pent up passion and lust, her words, though harsh, were filled with the quiet pleadings of a woman who only achieves orgasm by way of a vibrating lump of plastic. Something about her beauty and knowing how sexually unsatisfied she was made my heart beat faster. My mind raced with dozens of small erotic acts I'd do to her to build her lust, the words I'd whisper while I penetrate her to awaken her sexuality. I suddenly became aware of my cock pressing desperately to escape my briefs and shorts. Before I could make a move to conceal it, I noticed Melinda's eyes locked on my crotch, her mouth slightly parted as though she were going to drool. I couldn't believe it, this gorgeous and vibrant woman, neglected by her pathetic husband, and ...

... with only the mere sight of my bulge, she looked as though she was going to drop to her knees and feast on me like she'd just been released from prison. I certainly wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by me. I don't generally pursue married women, but when the other guy is so neglectful, their wife can be heated by a strangers bulge, the marriage was dead long before my cock got stiff. I moved my hand to my crotch and gripped the hard outline of my cock and stroked up the length. Melinda broke her gaze and rushed to her desk to sit down. She kept trying to make eye contact, but couldn't resist drinking in the show I was putting on for her, which I took up a notch by pressing my hand into my pants to make the entire length of my cock visible beneath the fabric of my shorts. She muttered a weak apology, but as I moved forward I hushed her and said, "Don't apologize for John, he should be the one quelling your desire for hard throbbing cock." Melinda inhaled sharply and that's when I noticed her right hand clumsily seeking a path to her surely hot, throbbing, aching, and dripping wet pussy. Her left hand was gripping the edge of her desk, turning her knuckles white. It was clear that this woman needed to be fucked and used, violated and abused to quench her lustful cravings. I grabbed her left arm and asked if there was a room where we could ensure privacy. She muttered, "C-copy ro...ommm." I pulled Melinda to her feet, and when she let out a low groan of disappointment at ...