Robert Mills - Slut wife

Marty had removed himself from above Melissa's face and was wiping his cock on his dirty shorts. "It wasn't worth no hundred bucks," he said, giving Bucky an approving wink. "But it wasn't bad."

"Then take your damn clothes and get your ass out of here! I'm leaving for Reno just as soon as I can get to the airport!"

"What about the whore?" Marty cast a satisfied glance toward Melissa. "What you gonna do about her?"

"Her husband can take care of her. I'll call her a cab on the way out."

"Bucky, you bastard!" Marty chirped. "You sure do know how to handle women!"

"And men, too," Buck answered. "Don't forget that."

Then they were gone and the last hours of Monday night were now a memory of pain and discomfort. Melissa remembered climbing to her feet and dragging her aching body to the bathroom, then creeping out into the night. The cab was there, waiting in the driveway entrance and in a few minutes she was home and in bed, throwing herself into the arms of a fitful sleep, beset by dreams of animals and people and she couldn't tell which was which.

Her first rational thought was that it was Tuesday morning and she could smell the aroma of bubbling coffee.

She lay quietly, listening for sounds that could tell her that Martin had gotten up and was now in the kitchen making coffee. There were none. She decided to get up.

She padded softly out to the kitchen. A quick glance showed the kitchen to be empty. She felt disappointed though not surprised. It had to be late and Martin had to be in his office by eight-thirty.

A slip of paper on the dinette table caught her attention and she withdrew it from between the knobs of the salt and pepper shakers. The words made her smile as she read them.

Babydoll, Will be home fairly early this evening. Sales meeting has been changed until Friday. Will mow the lawn. Love you.

Melissa was confused. The note said that the sales meeting had been postponed and that puzzled her. She hadn't known there was to be a sales meeting. She promised herself to ask him about it when he came home.

During the next two days she became too busy to think about the meeting and Martin made no mention of it.

Wednesday afternoon, a delivery truck delivered a package. It contained her clothing and keys. Melissa was elated. Bucky had lived up to his part of the agreement and that was one more problem taken care of.

By Friday her spirits were soaring and she was looking forward to a very pleasant weekend. Martin had promised to take her to the country club for a round of golf and she was hoping they might meet some new people to play with.

In the morning, he kissed her goodbye at the door, before going out to the car which was idling in the driveway.

"I'll be late tonight, Lissa," he told her, as he leaned down far the kiss. "Stanhope is in from the East Coast and Nagel wants him to meet all the fellows. He's talking about having some drinks after the presentation, then maybe a stag show." He gave her an inquiring glance. "You won't mind, will you, honey?"

She shook her head. "I'll be fine," she lied. "I can read a book or something."

That pleased Martin so much that he gave her another kiss. "Stanhope likes the girls so Nagel will probably have some women in to do a striptease or something. You know how those stag parties are. I may not be home until after three or four in the morning."

"It's all right. I'll watch a late movie, then go to bed."

She watched as he strode quickly in his car, gave a last wave, then drove off to start his day.

At ten-thirty, Lois appeared at the back door. Melissa let her in, prepared a pot of coffee to perk and settled down at the dinette to listen to the latest gossip.

"What have you been up to?"

Lois returned Melissa's smile. "Having fun. Having just lots and lots of fun.

"Tell me all about it."

Lois looked pleased. "J. D. is just having fits," she confided. "He wants to know what I've been doing. I said pestering you."

The statement made Melissa laugh.

She gave Lois a friendly pat on the shoulder, then went to the cabinet for cups. "Then what's making you so happy?"

"Cock, honey. Lots of cock."

"You're still at the massage parlor?"

Lois gave a deep sigh. "I'd die without it."

Lois inhaled the aroma of the coffee, then breathed deep as if drinking in the pleasure of living. "Everything is so marvelous!" she exclaimed. "You wouldn't believe it, Melissa. Life is just wonderful!"

Melissa grinned.

"It's just like a party all the time," Lois continued. "There are all kinds of men and all kinds of fucking. I even did it in a shower once,"

"You're kidding!" Melissa teased. "Tell me."

"He was a nice little guy. He came in, sort of lonely, a bit nervous as if he had never been in a massage parlor. He just sat there looking at me. Finally, he asked if he could take a shower, said I couldn't touch him until he was clean." "Did he?"

"It was wild," Lois said, with a happy nod. "We undressed right there in the shower and when we were naked, he started rubbing my tits and stroking my cunt hair until I got all hot and bothered."

She paused to beam at Melissa. Lois was moving her hands as if drawing a picture from memory. "He was having a terrible time getting a hard-on so I grabbed his cock and played with it. He liked me rubbing it, but when I took his balls in my mouth and licked them, he was really jumping. He was panting like a real hot stud and I was sure we could never make it back to the room. There wasn't room to lay down so I just turned around and bent over. He rammed that cock up my cunt and began pumping like mad. About the fifth push, he came in a big spurt of juice and it was running out of my pussy and down my legs and we had to take a real shower."

Lois burst into a loud, happy laugh. She wiped a tear from her eyes and peered at Melissa. "It was so wonderful. When we dried off, we went back to the room and he ate me like he was starving for cunt. Then I got down and sucked his cock. He gave me thirty dollars and I was almost ashamed to take it I was so happy."

For the next few minutes, she listened to Lois' chatter, hearing very little because her thoughts were so mired with other matters. After ten minutes, Lois thanked her for the coffee and conversation and left.

Melissa put the cups in the sink and went looking for Martin's latest girlie magazine. All of a sudden, she was feeling completely bored.

At three o'clock, the phone rang. It was Sandino.

"I've got a problem, Melissa," he told her. "I have a party booked at the club this evening and need some girls to help out. Can you come?"

Melissa shook her head. "Not any more, Mr. Sandino. I'm all through with that."

"It will pay big money."

"Money isn't everything."

"But it won't be like the other parties," Sandino explained. "All you have to do is dance around naked."

"I'm not a dancer.

"You don't have to, Melissa. It would be a treat for these men to just look at you."

"I can't do it," Melissa said firmly. "I'm all through with that sort of thing."

Sandino sounded very disappointed. "Okay," he said in a husky voice. "I was hoping you could help. This is a last-minute reservation and I'm short three girls. I don't know where to find any."

"Too bad," Melissa said.

"I'll give you five hundred dollars."

"No!"

"Seven-fifty and I'll take you off the hook."

Melissa stared dismally at the kitchen wall. "Off what hook?"

"No more calls, no- more poker. Martin will never know and we will drop him from the garnet"

"And if I don't?"

"What will he think if he suddenly stops winning? What then?"I don't know," Melissa answered. "Think about it."

Melissa thought about it. How wonderful it would be! No more poker games, no more call girl parties. All for spending this one last night letting men look at her naked body.