It was an unseasonably warm evening in late March.
Brent's plane had just landed.
Melissa was nervous. She was parked in the cell phone lot.
It was both convenient and inconvenient that Brent was going to be in town the same weekend John had come to Seattle to run a marathon.
John had been planning the marathon trip for nearly a year. Just two weeks before the marathon Brent texted Melissa and told her that he was meeting his parents in Seattle again, as he had done once before. This time Brent was meeting his parents on a Saturday, and was flying in on Friday night.
It was a crazy set of circumstances. John had selected the Seattle Marathon in late March because he knew that was when Eddy would be out of town on his annual golf trip.
Brent did not know that this trip would coincide with Melissa's freedom and availability. It wasn't every weekend or every night that Melissa could be free. So when Brent had asked Melissa if she would be free and available, she was excited but uncertain. Conflicted.
Melissa was torn. She was excited about the idea of spending some time with Brent, but she did not want to take a moment away from her short time with John. Fortunately, she knew that John would also be excited for her opportunity to spend some time with Brent. The question would be how to navigate that among the three of them.
Melissa knew that Brent tended to be possessive and territorial and might not be good with John's presence and involvement. So Melissa talked about it with John to determine whether it made sense to try to work Brent Into the weekend.
What they decided is that Melissa would tell Brent that she could see him, but she also had a friend in town, and so they'd have to take that into account. She did not elaborate further, but she and John decided that when she picked Brent up at the airport, she would tell him a little bit about her and John much like she had done with Nick.
They had rented an Airbnb in downtown Seattle with gorgeous views of the water. John was back at the Airbnb as Melissa picked up Brent.
And so it was that Melissa was sitting here in this cell phone lot nervous about picking Brent up and having this conversation with him.
Just as she was thinking about how it might all play out, she received the text from Brett. “I'm here.”
She texted John and said, “He's here, I'm off to pick him up.”
John texted her back: “That's exciting. I love you. I hope it goes well.”
Moments later, Melissa was pulling up to the curb and saw Brent standing there in jeans and a long sleeved shirt that hung off his muscles but couldn’t conceal his powerful frame. “God damn,” Melissa thought. “He looks good – even better in person.”
Melissa got out of the truck in the short jeans skirt that Brent liked so much, walked around, and greeted him. Melissa opened the door to the truck and Brent dropped in his bag. She turned around, they stood in front of each other, and Brent said, “You look even better in person.”
Melissa smirked, smiled back at him, and replied “I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
Brent pointedly looked Melissa over and said, “You wore that skirt for me?”
“You know I did,” Melissa answered.
“Well, come here.” Brent said. He pulled her into a hug and enveloped her against his large frame. His hand slid over her ass and he squeezed as he said,'' I've been thinking about this ass the whole flight.”
Melissa smirked again, and then smiled again, looked up at Brent and said, “You're not the only one of us who's been thinking about the other’s body.”
“Is that right?” Brent asked.
“Oh yes,” Melissa answered. ”That's right.”
Brent squeezed Melissa's ass again as she looked up at him and he said, “Luckily, We won't just have to be thinking for much longer.”
Melissa replied, “I can't wait.”
“Well, then” Brent answered, “let's get moving.”
He didn't have to tell her twice. Melissa strode back around the truck, climbed in the driver's seat and got in.
Melissa pulled away from the curb and headed toward the highway. As she entered the highway, she turned to Brent and said, “So there's something I need to talk to you about.”
Brett looked back at her inquisitively.
Melissa continued. ‘So, I told you that I have a friend in town this weekend. His name is John. We met on Lush four years ago. It's a complicated story. The short story is we are very much deeply in love. The somewhat longer story is that he is married and has two teenage children. We plan to be together but probably after his kids are out of the house. So that's complication one. The second thing is not so much a complication as an unconventional bonus. As John and I got to know one another and shared and learned about ourselves and each other, we learned that John is somewhere along the spectrum of a cuckold or a stag, as people may call it. And I am very much along the line of what people call a vixen or hotwife. John not only encourages my play, but for reasons I do not entirely understand, is deeply satisfied by it. I do know that it is conflicting and challenging for him, but ultimately, it works for us.”
Melissa paused, then continued. “John had already been planning on being here this weekend for a long time when you reached out and said you would be here. He’s running a marathon Sunday morning.”
Melissa paused again, and continued again. “Believe me, I was very excited to hear you were coming. I really wanted to see you. But of course, as you can imagine, I had to talk to John about it. He was already going to be here. He encouraged me to tell you ‘yes,’ that I could see you this weekend. He is back at the Airbnb.”
“So there you have it,” Melissa concluded. “I completely understand if that situation does not work for you. I can just take you to your hotel. Or we could have a drink and say good night. Or if you are up for it, we can go back to the Airbnb and see how it all works out.”
“Thanks for being honest,” Brent responded. “ To be honest with you, I'm not sure exactly how I feel about all of that. I've never done or experienced anything like this before.”
“But,” he added, “I am up for trying to figure it out as we go because I can't lay eyes and hands on you and just turn around and say goodbye.”
Brent reached over and placed a strong hand on Melissa's bare thigh and squeezed, as he said, “In other words, looking at you, seeing you and touching you – you are more than worth figuring it out.” Melissa’s entire body responded to his touch.
“And,” Brent concluded with a smirk, as he gripped her thigh tighter, “I am sure that whatever discomfort I may have you will find a way to cure.”
Brent’s palm crawled higher up the inside of Melissa’s thigh, pushing up the jeans skirt, and his fingertip brushed along her thong.
Melissa found her breath catching for a moment before she replied ,” I'll do my best.”
For the rest of the drive, Brent's hand never left Melissa's thigh, occasionally squeezing, brushing, and crawling along her flesh. It felt possessive, in a primal sort of way. And that, Melissa admitted to herself, was kind of hot. She was responding to his touch, getting warm and wet, and, as was often the case when she felt something she liked, Melissa wanted more.
Melissa did not know what was going to happen. But she felt quite sure that something was going to happen.
In this state, the drive breezed by. They made some small talk, but Melissa could not recall a word of it. She could only remember the sensation of his hand on her flesh.
Finally, they arrived at the Airbnb. Melissa pulled into the garage and hopped out of the truck.
Brent grabbed his bag, slung it over his shoulder, and they walked in.
John was out on the balcony.
Melissa said to Brent,”Why don't you go set your bag down and I'll introduce you,” indicating toward the balcony.
Brent said, “Sure.” On the way to the balcony, he dropped his bag inside the door of the bedroom that abutted the living room area. He moved quickly, and, by the time Melissa was sliding and opening the sliding glass door, Brent was behind her.
Brent reached around her and had his hand on the hem of her blue jean skirt, looking over her shoulder, as Melissa introduced Brent to John.
“So you're good with this?” Brent asked John as Brent's palm, once again, moved to Melissa's thigh and crawled up inside her leg approaching her panties.
Melissa could sense that Brent was being territorial, with his proximity and touch. She also knew that John was quite confident and man enough to allow that to happen if it was what was going to work for Melissa.
John replied, “If Melissa’s good with it, I'm good with it.”
Brent used his middle finger to stroke Melissa through her panties for a moment, and then a moment longer, pushing the fabric between her warm moist lips and stroking her with that light friction.
With that, Brent spun Melissa around to face him, her body snug against his. His palm gripped the bare flesh of her ass, revealed by her thong, as he asked Melissa, “Are you good with it?”
Melissa turned her head up to him, pursed her lips, and her eyes answered him. Brent reacted instantly, kissing her hard. Their lips meshed together and their tongues quickly sought one another out.
Melissa felt weak. Her heart was racing and she was short of breath.
Brent pulled back from the kiss, looked Melissa in the eyes, and said, “So? Are you?”
Melissa kissed him again, quickly, pulled back, and softly answered, “Yes.”
Melissa paused. This was happening very quickly, which was fine, but she needed to get her bearings for a moment. She turned to John, asked if he needed a drink, but then glanced down and saw that he had a fresh beer. She then turned to Brent and said, “Let me grab us a drink. I've got cider. Is a beer good for you?”
“Let me come with you and see what you've got,” Brent replied
Melissa realized that this was just an excuse to keep her in reach. And that was okay – maybe more than okay.
So Melissa walked through the sliding glass door and around the island to the refrigerator, with Brent following behind her. She opened the refrigerator door, grabbed a cider, and Brent leaned over and selected a beer.
Melissa turned to the island to find a bottle opener for the drinks. Brent set his beer down on the counter, and Melissa used the opener to pop the caps off the bottles. As she did so, Brent moved behind Melissa, his body snug against hers, her body between his and the counter.
There she stood against the counter in her jean skirt. Just like the picture she had shared with Brent.
Brent reached his hand between Melissa’s body and the counter, pulled it up between her legs, forcing her legs further apart, and stroked her pussy with two fingers through the fabric of her thong. He pressed his lips to hear ear as he made a come hither motion with his fingers that slipped her panties aside and his finger inside her. He gruffly whispered, “I've wanted you like this ever since the first time I saw that picture.”
Melissa closed her eyes and leaned against him as his finger curled inside her cunt and stroked her. When Melissa gasped an exhaling breath, Brent’s finger moved more quickly, caressing and diving and plunging and stroking her increasingly wet pussy. He thrust his fingers deep enough and with sufficient force to lift her to her toes before she sunk back down and moved her hips against his finger, trying to fuck it, showing her need. And that is what she suddenly felt now – need. Sensations rushed over Melissa’s body as she pressed her hands to the edge of the counter to brace herself for balance and rock her hips to fuck Brent’s hand.
Melissa was quickly close to orgasm. Just as she sensed it about to cascade over her, Brent stopped, pulling his fingers back. As he did so, he pressed his lips back to her ear.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
“Yes,” Melissa answered. She paused only a moment before adding, “Please!”
“If you want more,” he said, nipping at her ear, “Let me tell you what's going to happen next.”
He paused and slid two fingers inside her, causing Melissa to roll her hips and press back against Brent’s body.
“You are going to walk over to that sliding glass door,” he said, and slid his fingers almost out of Melissa and then back in. He brushed her clit with his thumb while his fingers penetrated her, lighting up her entire body with sensation.
“You’re going to lock that door,” Brent continued, fingerfucking her dripping pussy and pulling her body back against him as he pinned her against the counter.
“And then,” Brent went on, shoving his fingers in and out of Melissa until she moaned Brent’s name aloud and begged him to make her cum, “you’re going to be my dirty little whore.”
“Fuck,” Melissa whispered. She leaned into Brent’s touch and ground her hips.
“Is that what you want?” Brent asked. “Do you want me to make you my dirty little whore?”
“Yes,” Melissa gasped. She was so ready. And that was precisely what she wanted.
Melissa looked through the sliding glass door at John. John was taking a sip of his beer and looking out over the water, giving them a moment of privacy.
Brent pushed his body into Melissa's from behind, pinning her to the counter and his fingers. His weight forced her to grind her clit against his palm.
Brent suddenly withdrew his fingers. Again. And Melissa wanted to beg him to take her. Then. There. Now. She needed it.
“Good,” Brent answered. ”Go ahead then. Lock the door.”
Melissa paused for a moment, as if to collect herself – or try to figure out whether she wanted to collect herself. When she paused, Brent pulled up her skirt, and his palm crashed on her bare buttock in a way that made a loud smack and sent a spike of heat through Melissa’s body.
Brent pressed his lips to her ear again. “Go on. Get moving, my slut.”
Stirred by Brent’s prodding, Melissa walked on weak legs over to the door. She reached for it, grabbed the lever with her fingers, and flipped it to the locked position.
Hearing the sound, John turned his head, met Melissa's eyes, and looked quizzically for a moment as he quickly processed what was happening.
Melissa's eyes locked with John's and expressed a million things, none of which can be precisely articulated.
Some of it was, “I love you.” Some of it was, “I’m sorry.” Not that she needed to be sorry or that John would want her to be sorry or that there was any problem at all, but it just felt natural to want to apologize for locking him out when was about to happen was, indeed, about to happen.
And some of it was just a mix of heat, need, angst, power, weakness and more.
Brent called from across the room, “Don't move.”
Melissa froze.
“Now slowly turn around," Brent said.
As Melissa turned, Brent came around the island and leaned back against it.
“You are going to take your clothes off right there,” Brent said, looking intently at her.
Melissa was slightly startled. Not necessarily surprised and definitely aroused, but startled.
“Turn back around,” Brent ordered “and peel off that skirt.”
“Fuck.” Melissa thought to herself as she turned to comply.
She watched John as her hands unfastened the skirt. Her thumbs hooked at the waist and peeled it off her hips, slowly baring her ass to Brent's gaze.
In John's eyes, she saw a mix of angst and arousal. But what showed through the most was love and encouragement. In John’s gaze, she could feel how hot she was to him, and how powerfully he loved her. For a moment, just that feeling washed over her, and it was so liberating. His love empowered her.
Whatever cocktail of feelings and emotions she was experiencing, John’s look told her it was all okay. She could let go. She could be free. She could soak up every bit of this experience.
As these thoughts filled her mind, Brett’s voice jarred her back to the moment.
“Thong off,” he commanded, “and spread your legs.” And Melissa slowly peeled off the thong and stepped her feet wider than shoulder width apart. She leaned against the glass door, baring herself further to Brent’s eyes in a most raw and intimate way.
“Peel off that top and bra, too,” Brent continued..”I want my little fucktoy completely bare for me.”
Melissa did so.
And there she was. Standing naked at the door. John outside, Brent leaning against the island. Predatory. Hungry. Commanding. Powerful. And hot.
“How do you feel?" Brent asked.
“I'm not sure,” Melissa replied, growing impatient with the talk.
“Are you wet?” Brent asked.
“You know I am,” Melissa answered.
“Touch yourself.” Brent ordered.
Melissa wasn't one to touch herself with her fingers, usually. But this was another thing entirely. She paused.
“Touch yourself.” Brent repeated.
Melissa slipped a finger between her legs, stroked her clit, and placed one hand on the sliding glass door. She parted her knees and then squeezed her legs together as she moved her fingers against her pussy.
“Is that pretty little pussy wet for me?” Brent asked.
“Yes,” Melissa hissed.
“Stroke it,” Brent said. “Finger that pretty little pussy.”
Melissa didn't stop. Two fingers crawled inside and she started finger fucking herself. She glanced at John, closed her eyes, turned her head around to look at Brent, and bit her lip. This was hot, she had to admit. But God, she wanted more.
Melissa maintained eye contact with Brent as his fingers moved to his waist. He unfastened his jeans, and, moments later, pulled out his big cock.
Melissa gasped again.
Brent was almost fully hard already. His cock was very large. And mouthwatering. His fingers wrapped around his big cock and he asked, “Is this what you want? Is this what that pretty little pussy wants?”
“Yes!” Melissa almost answered immediately.
“Get on your knees,” Brent said.
Melissa quickly did so. Whatever would get her closer to that cock. To that man. She realized that her ass and feet were pointed toward John. Her little tits hung down, her hair around her shoulders. For some reason, thinking about her hair around her shoulders made her briefly think of her favorite fuck friend, Nick, and if he’d like seeing her like this. Of course he would.
That thought quickly vanished as she looked and saw Brent’s cock looming before her. She was so wet for him.
“Come on, then” Brent said.
Melissa started crawling toward Brent. She did feel like such a slut. On her knees. Naked for this man. Crawling toward him, while the love of her life peered on from outside, locked out.
It didn't take long before Melissa was kneeling before Brent. She looked up at his strong body, his rigid cock dangling over her face. She’d seen this angle before. It made her weak. She craved. She’d longed to be in this position since the first time she saw him like this.
“Are you going to suck it like a good girl?” Brent asked.
Melissa nodded as she pressed a palm against Brent's thigh and her other hand reached for his shaft.
“Go on, then” Brent said, as his hand reached to the back of her head, pulled her mouth over the head of his cock, then slid his dick along her tongue until he reached the back of her throat and held her there.
Melissa gasped and struggled, surprised by the immediacy. She tried to keep her lips wrapped tight to the base of Brent's cock.
The pressure from his hand relented and she slurped her way back up the shaft until her tongue licked the head of his cock.
Melissa looked up into Brent's eyes as her lips and tongue circled and licked, lapped and sucked, at the head of his dick. And then he pressed deep back inside her mouth, taking her breath away. Once again, he held her there and she struggled to maintain the position, gasping for breath as her lips suctioned tight around his shaft.
As Brent relented again, Melissa’s mouth slid back on his cock, lips wrapped tight, squeezing and stroking him with her mouth. Brent repeated the motion, thrusting into her mouth. His cock hit the back of her throat, taking her breath away and making her start to gag. His hand in her hair, Brent pulled her mouth back up his cock, and pushed her down to lick down his shaft and slide her tongue all over his heavy balls.
As her lips sucked, one at a time, at his balls, her tongue lapped against his scrotum. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft stroking from the head to the base. She realized her fingers could barely encircle him.
“That's a good little whore,” Brent spat through clenched teeth. “Suck those fucking balls. Slide your dirty little tongue all over them. You want to please that cock, don't you?”
Melissa just looked up at him and nodded, unable to speak. With one hand on the back of Melissa's head, Brent lifted his balls with the other and rubbed them over her nose. Her tongue slid back behind his balls and licked towards his asshole.
Brent held her there firmly, his dick rubbing against her face. A mixture of saliva and precum made her face messy. Melissa felt so fucking dirty. So fucking good. So fucking needy. This strong, hot man was making her his whore. Just like she needed.
As Melissa was about to rim Brent with her tongue and greedily and wantonly lap at his asshole, Brent grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back, and thrust to the back of her throat again. Holding her head with one hand, Brent reached over with the other and smacked her ass sharply, lighting up her world. She felt the burn as Brent left a stinging red handprint on her flesh.
Brent's cock twitched in Melissa’s throat when she yelped at the impact of his strong hand crashing against her flesh.
Brent then unleashed a series of clapping smacks on Melissa's exposed, bare ass, giving her a thorough spanking. With each impact and groan, his cock lodged deeper in her throat, coaxing a stream of saliva that dripped from Melissa’s mouth to her chin and dangled to her tits.
Melissa realized that she was putty in Brent's hands, his willing and obedient fucktoy, and John could only watch and listen.
Brent pulled his cock out of Melissa’s mouth. A thick thread of saliva and mucus dangled between the head of his dick and her mouth, leaving her mouth connected to his cock. And appropriately so. For now, she was a slave to that cock.
“Hold still,” Brent commanded. He strode over to the bedroom doorway, leaned over, unzipped his bag, reached in, and stood back up. When he turned around, Melissa could see that he held a collar and leash.
Fuck! This was … a lot. But it wasn’t too much.
Brent strode back over to Melissa and told her to look up at him as he leaned down, secured the collar around her neck, and fastened it.
Fuck!
That made her instantly wetter.
Brent clipped the leash to the collar, and leaned back to look at Melissa, on her knees, collared and leashed.
“Oh yeah,” Brent said. “You are going to be a perfect little whore.”
He yanked with the leash, pulling her mouth to his cock, and thrust several times. He fucked her mouth rapidly, making her gag and glug, leaving spittle dripping down her chin and over her chest.
