Sharing Melissa's Mouth

"I really do."

She looked at him, tried to decide if he was having second thoughts.

"I'm not," he said. "I swear. I'm turned on, nothing else."

She looked at him, and decided that was true. She started to stand up, but he caught her wrist. "I want you to blow me first, before we go," he said. "I want that too."

"So what, I get to suck cock all night and I never get any?"

He grinned until she smiled back.

"Okay," she said, and kissed him. Slid down onto the floor.

"Hold on," he said, and got up, stepped around her. "Over here."

She looked at him, out in the middle of the floor. Degrading again, she thought. But tonight she was going to blow a stranger for him, so why the fuck not. She crawled over and knelt in front of him.

"And could you put your shoes on first," he said. "Please? So you're the same as tonight"

She didn't quite understand, but she got the heels she'd planned to wear. She knelt, and put them on, and Scott watched. The heels were high. She had to twist her ankles sideways to balance while kneeling on the floor.

"Don't come in my hair," she said.

"I won't."

"I mean it. Or get any on my clothes. I'm perfect how I am."

"You are," he said, and she grinned and unzipped him.

"Careful," she said, just before he came, reminding him. He was. He didn't move, didn't push forward and risk bumping her, just let her swallow, then tip her head back and catch what spilled on her hand. He handed her a tissue.

"Okay," she said. Scott helped her up, wobbly in the shoes, and she went and put her lipstick back on.

She couldn't quite believe she was going to do this, but apparently she was.

*

Melissa found the hottest guy in the bar, and walked up to him, and said, "Hi, I'm Melissa."

He looked at her. "Hi."

"Gay?" she said.

"Ah. Nope."

"Have you got anything? Diseases?"

He looked really surprised, then just started grinning. "No."

"Drinking?"

He looked at his beer. "Not much."

"So my boyfriend wants to watch me blow someone, and you're hot. So want head? No strings. You don't need to do a thing but come in my mouth."

And it was that easy. He looked at her for a moment, then said, "Okay."

*

Melissa told the guy to follow her, and led him back to Scott's table. They shook hands, a bit awkwardly, which Melissa thought was just weird.

As soon as she'd asked the guy, Melissa realized they hadn't organized this very well. They should have got a hotel room or something, somewhere that wasn't home. She didn't really want a stranger knowing where she lived, and who she was, while she sucked on his cock.

"Have you got a place?" she said. "Close?"

"Yeah."

"And hey, you can't wear a condom. Is that okay?"

He looked at her for a moment. "That's okay."

"Good," she said. "Come on."

They got a taxi, and it was awkward. Melissa got in first, without thinking, because the other two politely let her, and then the guy got in, and then Scott. That meant the guy was trapped between her and Scott, kind of, and also that her two men were pressed up against each other, which she was pretty sure neither of them liked. Scott her man, and random, the cock she was about to suck, who probably thought Scott was a bit of a weirdo.

No-one talked. There was a taxi driver, and they were strangers. There wasn't much to say.

Melissa sat in an awkward, uncomfortable silence for ten minutes, feeling herself losing the mood and hoping it was only her. She'd been proud of herself, for just asking, and pleased with the reaction she'd got, but now she was starting to lose that, badly.

She decided she had to fix it.

She slid her hand into the guy's pants pocket, slid it far enough in she could touch him, and rub, gently. He looked at her, and grinned, and she grinned back.

"Hey," she said to Scott, and looked down, and he understood and started watching. Looking all horny.

Problem fixed, Melissa thought. The guy got hard against her hand, which was good. She couldn't feel pubes, either, which was good too.

Melissa wasn't sure if she was meant to be kissing, but decided a cock in her mouth was far worse than a tongue. She kissed the guy, and he kissed her back, and from what she could see of Scott past the guy's head, he was okay with her doing that, and turned on.

She wasn't sure understood, but she didn't mind. Not right now, making out with a guy she'd just met in a bar and being encourage to.

She kept giving the guy a handjob all the way home, feeling a bit smug. Like she had a big secret that no-one else in any of the other cars knew. She got quite horny herself, kissing and folding and carrying on.

The guy lived in an apartment close to town. He let them in, and asked if they wanted a drink, and seemed a bit lost what to do next. Melissa had expected that, after the taxi got awkward. She pushed him up against the wall, in the small hallway alcove right beside the front door, and kept on kissing him, and that seemed to solve that.

She undid his shirt, and unfastened his belt, and then glanced at Scott, hovering near and watching, and said, "Unzip me."

"Hey," the guy said. "I thought..."

"He's just unzipping me," Melissa said.

Scott did, and then stepped back, trying to look reassuring.

The apartment had big windows, and there weren't any blinds, but Melissa decided she didn't care. There weren't any other buildings nearby looking in. She kept kissing, and wriggled out the dress, and let it fall on the floor.

The guy tired to touch her, but she pushed his hand away. "Just me doing you," she said.

He took his hand back, and seemed okay with that.

Melissa knelt. She looked at the front of the guy's pants, kneeling in his hall, and thought about what she was doing. The first new cock in years.

She unzipped him and reached into his pants. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"Melissa," Scott said. "Melissa, come and sit down."

There were a pair of sofas across the room. Melissa looked up at the guy, and he nodded.

"Help me," she said, and held out her arms, and he pulled her up.

He watched her walk across the room. She knew he was watching, and she was smug about that, too. She'd picked her best undies, obviously, expecting this, and they seemed to work. She stopped beside the sofa and said, "Come on," and the guy grinned and sat down.

Scott picked up her dress, and put it over a chair. That was like him, somehow, and Melissa felt the strangest little pang of affection for him, even though she was about do suck a stranger's cock. Scott sat on the other sofa, watching. Melissa looked at him, and he smiled.

She stood close to the guy, and undid her bra, and took it off. She left her undies on, wasn't quite ready to be completely naked yet, which surprised her. The guy didn't care, he was watching her, looking at her tits.

"Take those off," Melissa said, touching the guy's pants. "Your shirt too, if you want."

He glanced at the windows, and then took off his shirt. He'd waxed, and had a fairly nice chest. Melissa touched it, and smiled, and he grinned back, like he knew what she was thinking.

She almost didn't mind blowing someone like this, she thought, if he was good eye-candy.

The guy took off his shoes and socks, and Melissa looked out the window and pretended not to see, just to keep his mystery alive.

He stood up, and pushed down his pants, and she looked back. There was her cock. Hers, for now, the free pass, the one for her tonight. It was wide and fairly well sized and waxed clean, and she didn't know what to think, looking it standing there. She reached over and touched it and felt how hard and warm he was.

The guy looked a little nervous. Scott being there, Melissa supposed. It was all a bit weird and clinical.

She kissed the guy. Stood close against him, so his cock in her hand was squashed between their tummies, and stretched up and kissed him and that seemed to work. He kissed her back, kept kissing well, and she felt him twitching a bit as they did. She was surprised how much this was turning her on. She wanted some too, even though that wasn't the deal.

She was suddenly impatient. "Sit down," she said, and pushed a little, and he sat down on his sofa. Melissa knelt in front of him, lowered herself slowly, let him look at her and think about what she was about to do and get all horny like she was.

She took his cock, and rubbed it between both hands. Got close, so close she almost imagined she could feel its heat, and looked at it, all new and different shapes, felt it hot and hard and new against her hands.

She guy wasn't moving, wasn't speaking, was just watching her.

She opened her mouth.

Scott made a sound like a sigh from across the room. Melissa looked over, wondering if now she was there, on her knees, a stranger's cock in front of her face, he was finally having second thoughts. She wondered if she should ask one more time, make completely sure, but she didn't want to. And it didn't seem fair to the guy, at this point.

"It's fine," Scott said. "Go on."

Melissa smiled at him, and said. "I love you." Then she looked back to the guy's cock. Looked up at him. He grinned.

"Shall I?" she said, and he grinned a bit more.

He touched her face. Stroked her cheek for a moment, and it felt nice. Felt kind. She leaned into his hand, and sighed. She liked that. She didn't mind doing this for a nice person.

"Melissa," Scott said, in a bit of a desperate voice, "Go on."

She thought that was funny that he said it, not the guy who's cock she was holding, but she was flattered, too. She bent, and put the guy's penis in her mouth, and tasted a strange man for the first time since she'd first been with Scott. He was warm. He was hard. He tasted almost like Scott, like man and salt, but not quite. Enough she knew it was different. He felt like Scott in her mouth, the shape of him and the way he pressed onto her tongue, but different too. A little wider, a little smaller a bulge at the head.

She was surprised she could tell the difference, remember the difference, from one blowjob to the next.

She sucked the guy for a while, letting him get a bit out of it, then she slid him out, and looked up at him, and said, "Don't come too quick, okay? Make it last. Enjoy it."

He nodded, and stroked her face again. Gently. While he could see it, she supposed.

She grinned, and went back down, sucked a bit longer, tasting him.

She looked up again. "Will it freak you out if I talk to Scott?"

The guy shook his head. "Go on."

Melissa looked over at Scott and said, "Is that what you wanted?"

She kept wanking the guy, slippery in her hand from her spit. While she did, he touched her face, and touched her breasts.

"It's perfect," Scott said.

"Okay," Melissa said. "Good. Just thought I should check."

She bent back down and sucked the guy's cock a little longer. He put his hands in her hair, holding her gently. That normally pissed her off, but she didn't seem to mind right now.

She bent and licked the guy's balls, and kept wanking him. She turned her face sideways, and could watch Scott while she licked, watch his face. He was staring, seemed captivated. He seemed really turned on. Not worried, anyway. She licked back, behind the guy's balls, to his perineum, and he groaned and sighed and moved a little so she could reach. Scott still didn't seem to care. Melissa had never done this for Scott. He'd never asked, and she'd never suggested it. She'd hardly done it for anyone, but now she was. The guy groaned and swelled a bit in her hand, and Melissa thought she'd better back off. She went back to the guy's balls, and licked some more, and then sucked his cock again.

She was fairly sure he was getting closer, though.

"Don't come," she said.

"I'm trying not to."

She laughed, and he grinned too.

She slid up and kissed him some more. Slid, so his cock went between her tits, and kissed slowly, her mouth open, holding herself there. She went back down and rubbed his cock on her face on it, rubbed it and smiled up at him and felt all horny and sexy. She was overdoing it, trying hard, and she thought she knew why. She wanted this to be the best blowjob this guy had ever had. She wanted him to remember this forever, and jerk off thinking about her, when they were both old. And she wanted Scott to remember it the same way, for this to be like the dirtiest porn he'd ever seen, porn he could remember in his head, starring her.

The guy was getting close again. She slowed down, said, "Wait," and just had him in her mouth, suckling gently, kneeling there.

He stroked her face. He looked at her. She liked that. He seemed into her, more than just what this was.

She started sucking harder again, but timed it wrong. After a moment she felt his balls swelling again, and his taste changed.

"Sorry," he said, "I..."

His cock twitched, and Melissa suddenly had a stranger's sperm in her mouth, down her throat, on her lips. That thought made her wet. It was thick and salty and tasted different to Scott, and Melissa wanted to finger herself thinking about what she was doing.

She swallowed the first spurt, and then suddenly realized she'd forgotten to ask if Scott wanted to see it, in her mouth. She was thinking of porn, where it was a big deal to see that the girl had come in her or on her. Melissa didn't know if Scott cared, but she sort of thought he might. She did the best she could, trying to catch it in her mouth and still let the guy get off and enjoy it.

When he seemed to be done, she grinned at him, a bit spermy, and slid over to Scott and opened her mouth. "Yeah?" she said, a bit thickly, through her mouthful, and Scott just looked at her and seemed horny and awed.

She swallowed, and wiped what had spilled on her chin, and swallowed again. Then she slid back to the guy, and kissed his cock gently, and knelt there wanking him until he went soft.

"Thank you," the guy said, and stroked her hair. "That was fucking amazing."

Melissa stood up. "I need a drink," she said.

The guy started to stand up too.

"I get it," Melissa said. The kitchen was obvious. She went and ran water into a glass.

She was horny. She was so horny she wanted to play with herself, or hump the furniture, or something.

"Where's the bathroom?" she said.

The guy pointed.

"Do you mind if we just go in there for a sec?"

He looked at her, like he didn't understand. Scott was looking at her like that too. Like there was a plan, and now she was changing it, and that was just confusing.

"I'm horny," Melissa said. "I need a fuck. Can we?"

"Oh," the guy said, "Yeah, of course."

It was probably the quickest they'd ever been. Scott yanked down her underwear and pushed her against the guy's sink and fucked her from behind, and hard as he could, and Melissa was so turned on she couldn't think. She had her face close to the mirror, pressed into it, and could see herself. Her lips were shiny and wet and she thought she could see a little smear of semen on her face. It was on her hands, too, as she gripped the bench top. She could still taste the guy. She could still smell him, like she'd got some up her nose, and she imagined the shape of him in her mouth.

She came suddenly, came so hard her knees gave out, and she might have fallen if Scott hadn't grabbed her. She lay there gasping, getting fucked, wondering if the guy was listening, and suddenly said, "Don't come."

Scott didn't seem to hear her.

"Don't come," she said. "Don't come." Until he heard her.

He stopped. "Why not?"

She turned around and knelt and put him in her mouth. His cock, where the other one had just been, her tongue wiping a stranger's semen onto him. He must have been thinking something similar. He was close already, she thought, but he grabbed her hair, and pushed forward so suddenly she almost fell, and came in her mouth too.

Two different men had come in her mouth in the last ten minutes. That wasn't a normal night at all.

Melissa sucked. Scott didn't come as much, since she'd got him off earlier, but he was coming. She could definitely taste a difference, she decided. That was interesting.

She kissed Scott, and went back out to the main room, and suddenly wondered what to do now. She didn't know if she should talk, or offer to do it again, or what. Maybe they should just get dressed just go. She hesitated.

"Sorry," the guy said. "You could have used the bedroom."

"It's fine," Melissa said.

"Do you want a drink or something?"

Melissa decided that meant they should stay.

She wasn't sure what to do, or if she should get dressed, but she was still feeling all buzzed and horny. She sat on the guy's lap and made out with him and pushed herself down onto him, pushing her tits into him, grinding gently on his half-stiff cock, still sticky, her still wet from sex, only her damp underwear between them.

Scott watched, but didn't say anything, so Melissa kept doing it. It was hot. It felt nice. She almost wanted to go and fuck again, rubbing onto the guy like that.

The guy put his hands on her back while they kissed, then on her hips, then said, "I can get you off, if you like."

Melissa stopped and looked at him.

"I'd like to," he said. "I want to."

Melissa looked over at Scott. She was tempted. She really wanted to. She'd just basically had sex with the guy, and it seemed the right way to end it.

Scott didn't say anything, though. Didn't say yes.

"Can I?" Melissa said, wondering if she should even ask.

He looked at her, then shook his head. "Maybe we should go."

Melissa was disappointed, but she understood. She stood up and found got her clothes. She wasn't going to upset Scott by dragging it out, at a moment like that, if he was feeling weird.

She thought the guy understood, too. He didn't make a fuss. He kissed her goodbye, but just on her cheek. He said it was fun and come back if they liked and made her take his card.

*

"Should we talk?" Melissa said, when they got home.

"We should fuck."

She grinned, then realized he was serious. Afterwards she tried again, asked how he was, if he was okay, but he just shrugged it off.

It didn't feel right, pushing too hard on his feelings, when it was her who'd been all over someone else. She wondered if she should feel used, since he'd talked her into this, but it didn't feel like that. It felt like she'd got more from it than Scott.

They didn't talk for a week, but kept having dirty, twice-a-day sex for, which Melissa assumed was connected. It felt like they'd been right at the start, when she was all tingly and excited and happy with the world, all the time. She didn't mind not talking, but they didn't say anything at all, not even a joke. About something that was potentially a big and confusing a step in their relationship. Melissa wondered if that silence as a bad sign.

Scott didn't seem upset, though, so she didn't push. She'd been surprised to realized she liked it, a lot, and wanted to do it again, and she didn't want Scott feeling nagged and deciding they shouldn't. Just like he hadn't nagged her at first.

She waited a week, feeling horny and frustrated, wondering if Scott would ask her, but he didn't. He hadn't seemed unhappy, so she wasn't sure. Maybe he didn't want to, or maybe he didn't want to pressure her.

In the end she said, "I would again. If you wanted to."

Scott looked at her.

"I mean," Melissa said. "It's really me getting a free pass, so maybe I shouldn't say it like that, like I'm doing you a favor, but I would. If you wanted to."

"It isn't like that. A free pass."

"It kind of is."

He shrugged.

"You were okay with it though?" she said. "You don't feel upset?"

"Not at all."

"You wanted me to?"

"I did."

"And the kissing was okay?"

He hesitated, then nodded.

"Was it hot?" Melissa said. "I mean, was it what you wanted?"