Heather greeted her old friend Melanie at the front door. Heather teased her, calling her a shameless slut, and Melanie called Heather a self-denying ice queen; they laughed and laughed about it.
Melanie’s Wednesdays had opened, and she was looking for a new regular to fill her opening. The double entendre was intentional – Melanie fucked different men according to their assigned day of the week, except for Sundays, which she dedicated to self-gratification.
Melanie was very organized, which was one of the reasons that she and Heather got along so well.
Mitch, Heather’s husband, was the candidate, and Heather had arranged the audition. Mitch and Heather were a loving, devoted couple, empty nesters who did everything together except have sex. Heather had no reasons or excuses; she simply didn’t want to do it anymore.
A few years ago, Heather’s perpetually horny sister, Amber, was there for one of her week-long visits. On a whim, Heather sent the two of them into the guest room to have the marital relations that she was no longer interested in. The next time that Amber visited, they related a lot. After that, Heather noticed how Mitch had become more attentive to her non-carnal needs. He felt guilty about and grateful for the sanctioned affair, and she was grateful that she didn’t have to feel guilty about turning him down.
Mitch masturbated in the shower as his wife had insisted. He felt self-conscious about trying out for a spot in his wife’s friend’s rotation, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity. The four or five times a year that Amber visited were appreciated, but the wait in between was tough to take. Heather understood that, and so she called Melanie.
The three settled in the living room for hors d’oeuvres and cocktails. Once the small talk was out of the way, Melanie asked Mitch to stand.
“Turn around. Nice. You’ve done a good job with him, Heather. Mitch, please take your pants off.” He hesitated and she added, “Don’t be shy. I’ll see a lot more of it after dinner.”
“I’ve prepared a light supper. Nothing filling or flatulent,” Heather interjected.
“You’re a dear. Other wives should be more like you. Mitch? Your pants?”
Mitch scowled at his wife and his potential partner. “No. No, I’m not performing like some show dog. I’m sorry, but if this is what you had in mind, it’s not going to work out.”
Melanie set down her tablet, unbuttoned a button on her blouse, and glided up to Mitch. She tapped her lips against his, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him again, and then again until he relented and kissed her back.
As their kisses became more passionate, Mitch took control and drew Melanie’s body tight against his. She dropped her hand to his crotch and said, “Big,” into his mouth.
He put his hand under her skirt and rubbed her cleft over her panties. “Wet,” he whispered behind her ear.
She moaned and broke away. “Excellent. I’m glad you didn’t just roll over and do what you were told. That’s not what I’m looking for on Wednesdays.”
Heather used that time to check dinner and returned to let them know to wash up. “We’ll eat in a few minutes.” She glanced at the bulge in her husband’s pants and nodded toward her friend.
“I’m looking forward to it,” Melanie said as she leered over her shoulder, swinging her hips down the hall.
~~~
First-time fucks were less awkward for Melanie than it was for Mitch; she had had a lot more of them. She hung her blouse on one of the selections of hangers that Heather had thoughtfully left for her. They kissed for a while before she squatted in front of the lump in his khakis.
She freed his throbbing manhood and slurped it into her mouth while she unclasped her simple beige bra. “It’s as nice as Amber said it was,” she said as she rubbed it between her tits.
“You talked with my sister-in-law about my cock?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she replied with it back in the back of her mouth. She popped it out again. “Heather gave me references.” Melanie stood, bent over, and wiggled her ass. Mitch unzipped her skirt and had it down to her knees when his wife walked in.
“Before I forget – oh, I see that you’re not wasting any time. I have some lube for you on the nightstand, the one that you said you preferred, and some appliances in the drawer, properly sanitized, of course. I know what you’re going to say so you don’t need to say it. You’re welcome and enjoy yourselves.”
“She does that all the time.”
“I for one think she’s being a good hostess,” Melanie said as she shimmied her panties down. Mitch caught a fleeting glance of her pussy as she neatly folded her panties and skirt and set one bra cup inside the other. “Should I leave the stockings on or take them off? Hmm? Oh, I know.” She rolled one down to her knee and pulled the other half off.
“Fuck, yeah,” Mitch said as he threw her onto the bed and scratched his nose against her landing strip. He used his thumb and tongue to spread her pussy open and shoved them both inside.
“Oh. Oh! Ooh…” she moaned as he gave equal swirling love to her clit and slit. “Amber didn’t say anything about that move.” She clamped her heels down between his shoulder blades and humped his face through her first climax.
Mitch smeared the pussy juices from his mouth around the tit that he was sucking and he kept a couple of fingers in her cunt in case it closed up. It didn’t.
She clawed at his ass to drag him on top and impale her. He pulled back a little and pushed, withdrew, and stuffed. He lustily fucked her faster and harder, using her cunt to satisfy his neglected cock, and watched the force of each thrust ripple through her tits. Unable to hold himself back, he pumped his seed inside, faltering for only a moment – he’d be damned if he couldn’t make her cum again.
Melanie arched her back and brought his face down to hers to kiss him through her climax. Mitch rolled off and the two lay on their backs, out of breath.
“That was, that was…”
Melanie gripped his slippery cock. “I’ll see you next week.”
Heather was prepared with bottled water for them when they emerged from the guest room. “How was he?”
Melanie knew her friend well but even she didn’t expect that question. “He was fine. Good. Very good.” She declined their offer to use the shower and asked Heather for permission before kissing Mitch goodbye. “You’ll be serving dinner again next week, right?” she asked on her way out.
“Yes, yes, dear, that’s what I promised. Good night.”
After Melanie left, Mitch told Heather that he’d come to bed after he showered.
“Unbelievable. No, you will shower after those filthy guest sheets are in the washing machine.”
~~~
Mitch was looking forward to his second date with Melanie. Heather warned him that she could be somewhat quirky but didn’t say in what way. Aside from assigning her studs to a particular day of the week, he couldn’t think of anything quirky or odd about her. White Bread Wednesday was fine with him. Maybe she’ll get more adventurous when we get to know each other better.
“Hi, Mr. Johnson!” A perky cheerleader gave Mitch a little wave when he opened the door. “Mrs. Johnson was going to help me with my homework and invited me to dinner when she found out my mom was out for the evening. Your wife’s the best!”
The pretend young woman brushed past him and shouted, “Hi, Mrs. Johnson! I’m here!”
“Melanie?”
“Melanie! It’s good to see you dear. Mitchell, you remember little Melanie from down the street, don’t you?”
He swallowed hard. “I sure do.”
“She’s afraid of missing her very last game to cheer at before she graduates because they insist that she pass some silly English test first.”
Dinner conversation centered around school, and what plans Melanie had for after she graduates, and boys, and how immature they all are, and how she preferred being around older men. “Like you, Mr. Johnson!”
“Well, dear, first of all, he’s married, and second, he’s really too old for you. Aren’t you, Mitchell?”
“Oh, I know, I was just kidding.” Melanie turned away to give Mitch an exaggerated wink. “Can I help you clean up before you help me study?”
“Actually, dear, I was thinking that Mr. Johnson could help you. He’s very good with language arts.”
“Okay. Get your books.” Mitch tried not to appear too eager. “We can set up at the kitchen table.”
“No, I’ll be working in the kitchen.”
“The dining room, then.”
“My sewing is in there.”
“The living room?”
“I’ll be vacuuming. Set up a table in the guest room. You’ll be fine there.”
~~~
The two sat on the bed behind the unfolded table. Mitch looked over Melanie’s returned tests and old homework with her. “This is amazing,” he said when he saw how much work she had put into this roleplay.
“I know, right? My teacher is too picky. Like this one. How come ‘trusted’ is correct but ‘thrusted’ isn’t? See?”
Mitch looked at the sentence: ‘He thrusted his mighty penis into her ready vagina.’
“That’s just one of those things that you have to memorize.”
Melanie scooched closer. “How about this one? I can say that she got laid but I can’t say that she laid down. The teacher says it’s ‘lay down’ but that doesn’t sound right.”
“I can show you some tricks to help you remember.”
“Hmm,” Melanie said as she drew hearts with her finger on Mitch’s thigh. “I’ll bet you can. Mr. Johnson, can I ask you a question?”
Mitch sighed. “Yes, you may.”
“Is there a wrong way to give a boy a blow job? My boyfriend says I’m doing it wrong but if he, you know, e-jack-u-lates, then it must be right – right? Hey! E-jack-u-late! I’ll bet that’s why they call it jacking off when, well, you know…”
“That makes sense.”
“I know, right? Why can’t the teacher put things like that on the test? Mr. Johnson?”
“Yes, Melanie?”
“Can I give you a blow job and then you can tell me if it’s good or not?”
“Uh, yes.”
Melanie climbed under the table while Mitch loosened his pants.
“Mr. Johnson? Does it get bigger when you get older because my boyfriend’s isn’t this big?”
“No, it doesn’t. Sorry. Melanie, you don’t have to do that under the table.”
“That’s okay. That’s where I usually am when I blow my boyfriend.”
Melanie was giving Mitch a very sloppy blow job when Heather let herself into the room. Mitch put a book on his lap and Melanie bumped her head on the table. “Ow! Found it!” she said with a pretend pen in her hand.
“How’s the studying going?” Heather asked.
“Fine," said Mitch. “We’re conjugating verbs.”
“We’re what?”
“Melanie’s mother will be here soon to pick her up.”
“Wow, that was close!” Melanie said after the door was closed. “Mr. Johnson? Can we hump?”
“Hump?”
“Yeah, you know, when you rub your penis against my vagina but,” and she was adamant, “you can’t put it in!”
Melanie shimmied out of her uniform bottoms and panties and Mitch set his pants aside. She lay on the bed and pretended to be shy about spreading her legs. “Remember what you promised.”
Mitch carefully positioned himself and began to rub against her.
“Oh, Mr. Johnson. You are bigger than my boyfriend. A lot bigger!”
Mitch stayed true to his word and humped her wet slit as she squealed and squeaked beneath him.
“Oh, Mr. Johnson. OH, Mr. Johnson! OH, MISTER JOHNSON!“
That was all Mitch could take and he pumped out his jizz between their bellies.
“Ew,” Melanie said.
“Mrs. Johnson always licks it up,” Mitch suggested.
