Brock walked to where the temporary bar is. “Hey you’ll be waiting forever and a day to get some service here.” Came the voice to his left. Brock looked and saw a good looking guy about his height, with blonde hair and green eyes. “Christopher but my friends call me Chris.” The stranger said offering his hand for a shake. “Mrs White has made it her mission to try and set me up with single, successful women. I’m CEO of a construction business, I don’t have time to date. Are you here by yourself or with someone?” Chris warned him of inevitable doom from Mrs White. Brock pointed over to Melissa who was now being bored to death by some old guy who wanted to discuss the stock exchange.“Wow she’s gorgeous. You’re really batting above aren’t you.” Chris said jovially “Yeah I know dude. I count my lucky stars she said yes to going out with me.” They carried on talking and Brock said “Listen I’ve always wanted to try something but I wondered how you feel about it.” Chris Listened to the other guys request. Melissa looked over to where Brock was standing. With pleading eyes she begged him to come rescue her. This guy was influential but boring as hell. She kept smiling and nodding to this boring guy. Chris and Brock looked over to where Melissa was sitting. A few minutes later Chris said “Shouldn’t you be getting back to that gorgeous woman of yours? I’m going to hide for a bit, to throw Mrs White off my scent.” After a few drinks and some dances, Brock slipped his arm around Melissa’s waist. Pulling her in close he whispered in her ear. “I want you. And I don’t know if I can wait until we get home.” Melissa had drank more than normal. Her eyes twinkled from the alcohol, she wasn’t drunk she wasn’t tipsy. Melissa grinned and giggled. Brock took her drink and placed it on the table where they were sitting. The royal blue and white tablecloth, had already had many glasses on it from passerby’s who had placed their drinks there.
Brock stood up taking Melissa’s hand and led her outside. Standing there for a second he scanned the garden, before his eyes settled on a wood and glass summer house, at the bottom of the garden. “Hmmm we won’t be seen there.” He mumbled to himself.
Pulling a daydreaming Melissa with him Brock made his way through throng of people, before walking across the lawn, and down the little hill towards the summer house. Brock turned the handle and to his surprise he found it open. The summerhouse was large, with glass windows on all but one wall, it was lit by on fairy lights, which gave it a subtle low lighting. Shutting the door behind him, he pulled Melissa close, and kissed her. She pulled away and said “Here?” As she breathed out. Brock nodded and started kissing her neck, as he did so Melissa tilted her head back and let out a moan.
Putting a hand on her dress he pulled the body down to her waist revealing her beautiful, firm breasts and her hard pink nipples. The noise and music from the party could be heard clearly, indicating that hosts and guests weren’t that far away. Melissa admitted as Brock’s hand traced her hard nipple and his tongue traced the other.
“Ahem.” Came a voice from within the summer house. “Crap” squeaked Melissa. Covering her bare chest and trying to pull up the body of her dress.
“Sorry to disturb you. I just thought you should know I was here.” The guy stood up. Melissa could see him in the dim light. His short blonde hair shinning in the dim glow, his green eyes seemed luminous in the dark, Melissa could tell he worked out.
“I’m Chris.” Chris stuck his hand out for Brock and Melissa to shake. “I work for Evans construction.”
“I’m Melissa this is my boyfriend Brock.” Melissa said quietly. Brock shook Chris’s hand. “We’ve already met. At the bar earlier.”
She had to admit Chris was gorgeous, not as handsome as Brock but gorgeous all the same. Melissa started to daydream about what it’s be like to his hands on her. Shaking her head from her thoughts.
She saw the guys talking quietly. Then Chris walked back over towards her as Brock turned and faced her.
“Darling.” Broke said “We’ve been talking and we’re agreed but we’d both like to fuck you. At the same time. If you don’t want to, fine. Chris will leave.”
Both guys looked at Melissa as she smiled and nodded. She couldn’t believe her luck. Both handsome gorgeous guys wanted to fuck her.
Brock sat on the windowsill that ran the full area of the summerhouse. Taking two steps towards Melissa, Chris kissed her, and walked her back towards Brock. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted the long skirt of her dress. Exposing her nude coloured thong slipping his hand between her legs he found her core soaking wet. Melissa gasped in surprise which caused her to stop kissing Chris.
Unspoken words went between then as Chris dived down underneath Melissa’s skirt as he slipped her thong off. Pulling the skirt over his whole body, he proceeded to lick and suck on her hard, little clitoris. Inserting two fingers into her wet hole. Melissa’s legs started to shake, as Chris did this Brock stood and pulled the body of her dress down. “Where were we?” He mumbled to Melissa who could only gasp and moan, because of Chris’s tongue and fingers.
Putting his mouth to her nipples which were hard again, he sucked, licked and gently bit at the little pink buds. Melissa put her hands in his hair. When suddenly Melissa’s entire body began to tremble. Brock smirked and knew she was being tipped over the edge of her orgasm. Brock pulled away and undid the zipper on his suit trousers, his large hard member standing proud. Chris came out from under Melissa’s dress with his own cock at the ready. Brock said to Melissa “Suck him.” Melissa smiled and dropped to her knees taking Chris’s large hard member into her mouth. Chris sucked in through his teeth, “God that’s good.” Melissa sucked at Chris’s member taking the entire length into her mouth. Brock grabbed Melissa’s waist pulling her onto all fours. Both guys kneeled, to give better access. Brock pulled up Melissa dress. Inserting two fingers into Melissa’s soaking wet post orgasmic pussy. Melissa let out a loud moan. As Brock’s two fingers worked Melissa’s pussy, Brock held her hand and placed it round his now throbbing member.
Brock looked down at Melissa and he loved what he saw, his smart, sexy, amazing, beautiful girlfriend on her hands and knees, sucking and licking another mans cock, he watched it disappear inch by inch, and realised Chris was large but not as large as him. He could see her beautiful hands take his cock and stroke him, Chris’s hands were in her hair, guiding her speed. His eyes were closed and Brock could tell he was getting close to releasing his seed inside her throat.
This thought made Brock insert more fingers inside her. Melissa let out a squeal. He knew he would have to because Chris had agreed that he wanted both himself and Brock inside Melissa. Brock looked down again and all four of his fingers plus his thumb inside her dripping wet pussy.
Brock could feel his own orgasm getting closer and closer, Chris was finishing his organismic thrusts shooting down her throat.
“C’mere babygirl.” Melissa turned towards him, he took his cock out of her hands, and finished stroking, his orgasm came quickly. Melissa opened her mouth, small traces of Chris’s semen were on her tongue. “Close your mouth baby.” He said Melissa complied
Then he squirted his hot seed all over her face. ‘Shit. I’ve never come so much.’ Brock thought as he shot the last of his hot seed over her face.
Pulling her waist up, Melissa’s hands were on the floor and her feet were flat. Chris thrust inside her. “God. You feel so good.” Thrusting harder and harder Melissa cried out, her mouth open Brock thrust inside her mouth. The angle she was at he went straight down her throat.
He could see her cum covered face, taking his full length. And Chris behind her thrusting in and out, his hands round her hips, Brock smirked and knew his was rubbing her clit.
Chris and Brock made eye contact and smiled at each other. Picking one hand up, he pulled her dress u further so the top and bottom of her dress was around her waist, and he brought his palm down on her bare ass. Turning it dark pink. Melissa let out a guttural moan, Chris felt the muscles surrounding his cock tighten. So he did it again. A loud crack rang out in the summerhouse.
“Yeah baby.” Brock said He could feel his orgasm building. He bent forward to play with Melissa’s hanging breasts. That swung gently from Chris’s rhythmic pounding. Pulling gently on her nipples she let out a squeak and opened her eyes. Brock looked down lovingly. And the next thing he knew he was thrusting hard and unloading down her throat.
Chris hadn’t cum yet, withdrawing from her he lay down on the floor. Melissa lowered herself onto his awaiting member, letting out an erotic moan, bouncing up and down on Chris’s hard cock, Brock pushed her forward, lying her front onto Chris’s hard chest, lifting her hips slightly, Brock pulled her toward him, slowly sliding his cock in on top of Chris’s.
Bringing tears to Melissa’s eyes. Brock and Chris both sat up. Melissa could feel her pussy was full. Both Brock and Chris were inside her. All three started to move in time. Quickly finding a rhythm Brock kissed her neck, hitting the sweet spot on her pulse point. Chris’s head dropped to her chest. Taking it into his mouth, Brock’s left hand burrowing between Chris and Melissa finding her hard button of nerves he quickly rubbed at it, causing Melissa to tremble as he touched her.
Before long all three were close to orgasm. The two guys were getting faster, and harder. All three let out deep moans. And the two guys orgasmed inside Melissa hot, slightly swollen, wet pussy.
Collapsing onto the floor all three of them were panting and covered in sweat. Chris quickly got up, putting his own dick away he left Brock and Melissa on the floor, Melissa shuffled over into Brock’s arms. Neither had said a thing. “Thank you.” Melissa said.
“What for?” Brock asked looking down confused. “Just thank you.” Melissa pushed her face into the crook of Brock’s neck.
They were both satisfied. Crooking a finger under her chin, Brock kissed her, deeply. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Melissa smiled as she said this. And the two fell asleep in the summerhouse.
Melissa awoke to bright sunlight streaming through the glass windows. The warmth felt nice on her skin. Rolling onto her side she opened a sleepy eye, she had a sudden feeling of dread, as she saw a tie that was not Brock’s, and a memory of last night came flooding back, Chris, she remembered the way his hands felt on her body, and the way he felt inside her, for a brief second she smiled then she felt an arm drape across her. That feeling of guilt gnawed away at her insides. She’d cheated on Brock. A single tear ran down her face as she realised this fact. She was in her own world thinking of what to say to Brock how to redeem her relationship when a voice, thick and scratchy from having just woken up, startled her. “Good morning babygirl. Not too stiff I hope.” The voice came from behind. She immediately turned over, and was met with Brock’s smiling face, an eighth of an inch of stubble, and very messy hair. Bro
Grabbing the phone Brock could see that this has pushed Melissa over the edge. He grabbed the detectives card and typed in the number. The voice came out down the end of the phone as if he’d just been woken up “Yeah?” “Hi it’s Brock Milligan, I don’t know if you remember the break in a Melissa Hartford’s place.” Brock said into the phone. “Yeah. I remember. What of it?” The voice said no longer full of sleep. “There’s been a development.” Brock said putting his arm around a now shivering Melissa and guiding her into the living room. “On my way.” The detective said before hanging up. Brock pressed the red button to cancel the call. And sat Melissa down next to him on the couch. “Baby, you okay?” He asked worried that this would be a tipping point for Melissa, knowing that even the strongest of women would find it difficult to cope, with everything that happened. “Y-yeah.” She said haltin
After a little while the doorbell went getting up off the couch Brock got up and walked over to the door. Melissa sat on the couch, her head hanging and tears falling down onto her lap. Gritting his teeth knowing he feels helpless to stop this Brock opens the door. “Mr Milligan?” The detective asks. “Yes. Come in. Miss Hartford is in the living room.” He steps to the side and in the detective walks past him, taking a seat on the opposite couch to Melissa. Shutting the door Brock follows him and sits next to Melissa taking her hand that’s now in her lap. “Can you take me through tonight’s events?” He asks. Melissa nods and starts to recall everything that has happened, including the phone call, the detective writes everything in a notebook. “Ok. I’m going to bag all the stuff and take it to the forensics.” Sliding on a pair of latex gloves, he disappeared into the bedroom. After a few minutes,
A FEW DAYS LATER“This is soooo relaxing.” Melissa crooned as the masseuse rubbed oil into her back.At the same moment Brock’s phone rang. Adjusting his towel around his waist he got up and took the phone call into the hallway. Melissa allowed herself to think back on the previous days events. “Babe? Babe? Come on wake up.” Melissa shook Brock’s shoulder. Opening a bleary eye Brock looked at Melissa. She was showered and dressed. Wearing black skinny jeans, and a red cashmere sweater, her hair was tied up in a high ponytail and she had make up on. Brock jumped out of bed and in the shower. Showering and dressing in record time he grabbed the keys to the Porsche and they went to the car. Brock snapped his belt in the drivers side, and started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot, before driving off to his and Blake’s apartment. “So you sure you want to do this alone?” Brock asked.
Melissa stood up getting ready to leave. “There’s really no talking to you. I came here in good faith to make you aware of what was happening as you don’t care.” Blake ran and grabbed her hand pulling her into his chest causing them both to fall on the floor.Blake looked into her eyes as Melissa lay on his chest. Putting his hand on her cheek a very loving and caring gesture he moved his head up towards hers and kissed her again, this time though she brought her knee up between his legs connecting with his genitals.Blake howled in pain. Sucking at his teeth he howls “Again?” Melissa extracts herself from the floor, and runs to the door.The hot sting of tears in her eyes. She fiddles with the lock as she hears Blake get up.She ran down the stairs, her heeled boots clump clumping as she went.She could hear the pit pat of Blake’s feet as he chases her. “Melissa, honey w
THE NEXT DAY.“I’m sorry baby. I forgot I’m supposed to photographing the governor and his family. It’s supposed to be an all day event. Until about 10pm.” Brock said guiltily.“What’s the point in being here if I’m going to be alone?” Melissa asked trying her best not to sound whiny.“I’ve spoken to Blake. He will take care of you. I trust him to keep you safe. I trust him with my life. He’s going fishing, and you can go with him.” Brock said plainly.“Fishing? I wouldn’t know where to start.” Melissa said as Brock got out of the en-suite.“Well bows a great time to learn. Listen Blake’s taken time off and closed his bar so I can work and so that one of us can always be with you.” Brock explained gently.Melissa pouted for a brief moment before realising he was right. Blake had put his business on h
LATER THAT EVENING.“Dinners ready.” Blake called to Melissa who had had a nap and a shower. Walking down the stairs with damp hair falling around her shoulders and her face Melissa could smell the scent of baked trout, her mouth salivating at the thought.An hour later with full stomachs Blake and Melissa retired to the couch with a full bottle of Malbec both slightly tipsy.“So I gotta know.” Blake considered for a minute asking Melissa what she saw in Brock. But quickly changed her mind.“What was young Melissa like? Party girl? Nerd? Or were you miss Popular?” He smiled as he said this.“I was very studious, but I wasn’t a nerd, I wasn’t popular either.” Melissa made a face like she was remembering a bad incident. “I was just normal. My turn now.” Melissa squealed with glee “What was Blake like as a teen?”“I was
WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS REFERENCES TO ALCOHOLISM, ABUSIVE LANGUAGE AND SUICIDEIN A CABIN Two men are having a conversation. “What the fuck have you done?” The older of the two asked. “I’m tired of waiting for Melissa. She’s getting further out of our reach.” The younger one said. Slamming his fist on the table the older guy picked up his ringing phone. “Hello. Yes. Yes. Alright.” Hanging up the phone he turned it off. “You could have killed Melissa!&rdqu
After meeting with his lawyer Shane was armed with all the documentation he needed. He got in his car and drove to where they holding Blake. Getting out Shane met with his lawyer. “Mr Hartford. Are you sure you want to do this?” The small man, dressed in an expensive suit and thick rimmed glasses asked. “Mr Lawerence.” Shane turned and looked him straight in the eyes. “If I’m wrong about this guy I want to know. And I’m fairly good a judge of character. I can also tell when someone is lying which is why people hate to play poker with me.”“Then why didn’t you pick up on it when you first met Mr Milligan.” Steve Lawerence asked as they walked towards the entrance. &n
WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS REFERENCES TO ALCOHOLISM, ABUSIVE LANGUAGE AND SUICIDEIN A CABIN Two men are having a conversation. “What the fuck have you done?” The older of the two asked. “I’m tired of waiting for Melissa. She’s getting further out of our reach.” The younger one said. Slamming his fist on the table the older guy picked up his ringing phone. “Hello. Yes. Yes. Alright.” Hanging up the phone he turned it off. “You could have killed Melissa!&rdqu
LATER THAT EVENING.“Dinners ready.” Blake called to Melissa who had had a nap and a shower. Walking down the stairs with damp hair falling around her shoulders and her face Melissa could smell the scent of baked trout, her mouth salivating at the thought.An hour later with full stomachs Blake and Melissa retired to the couch with a full bottle of Malbec both slightly tipsy.“So I gotta know.” Blake considered for a minute asking Melissa what she saw in Brock. But quickly changed her mind.“What was young Melissa like? Party girl? Nerd? Or were you miss Popular?” He smiled as he said this.“I was very studious, but I wasn’t a nerd, I wasn’t popular either.” Melissa made a face like she was remembering a bad incident. “I was just normal. My turn now.” Melissa squealed with glee “What was Blake like as a teen?”“I was
THE NEXT DAY.“I’m sorry baby. I forgot I’m supposed to photographing the governor and his family. It’s supposed to be an all day event. Until about 10pm.” Brock said guiltily.“What’s the point in being here if I’m going to be alone?” Melissa asked trying her best not to sound whiny.“I’ve spoken to Blake. He will take care of you. I trust him to keep you safe. I trust him with my life. He’s going fishing, and you can go with him.” Brock said plainly.“Fishing? I wouldn’t know where to start.” Melissa said as Brock got out of the en-suite.“Well bows a great time to learn. Listen Blake’s taken time off and closed his bar so I can work and so that one of us can always be with you.” Brock explained gently.Melissa pouted for a brief moment before realising he was right. Blake had put his business on h
Melissa stood up getting ready to leave. “There’s really no talking to you. I came here in good faith to make you aware of what was happening as you don’t care.” Blake ran and grabbed her hand pulling her into his chest causing them both to fall on the floor.Blake looked into her eyes as Melissa lay on his chest. Putting his hand on her cheek a very loving and caring gesture he moved his head up towards hers and kissed her again, this time though she brought her knee up between his legs connecting with his genitals.Blake howled in pain. Sucking at his teeth he howls “Again?” Melissa extracts herself from the floor, and runs to the door.The hot sting of tears in her eyes. She fiddles with the lock as she hears Blake get up.She ran down the stairs, her heeled boots clump clumping as she went.She could hear the pit pat of Blake’s feet as he chases her. “Melissa, honey w
A FEW DAYS LATER“This is soooo relaxing.” Melissa crooned as the masseuse rubbed oil into her back.At the same moment Brock’s phone rang. Adjusting his towel around his waist he got up and took the phone call into the hallway. Melissa allowed herself to think back on the previous days events. “Babe? Babe? Come on wake up.” Melissa shook Brock’s shoulder. Opening a bleary eye Brock looked at Melissa. She was showered and dressed. Wearing black skinny jeans, and a red cashmere sweater, her hair was tied up in a high ponytail and she had make up on. Brock jumped out of bed and in the shower. Showering and dressing in record time he grabbed the keys to the Porsche and they went to the car. Brock snapped his belt in the drivers side, and started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot, before driving off to his and Blake’s apartment. “So you sure you want to do this alone?” Brock asked.
After a little while the doorbell went getting up off the couch Brock got up and walked over to the door. Melissa sat on the couch, her head hanging and tears falling down onto her lap. Gritting his teeth knowing he feels helpless to stop this Brock opens the door. “Mr Milligan?” The detective asks. “Yes. Come in. Miss Hartford is in the living room.” He steps to the side and in the detective walks past him, taking a seat on the opposite couch to Melissa. Shutting the door Brock follows him and sits next to Melissa taking her hand that’s now in her lap. “Can you take me through tonight’s events?” He asks. Melissa nods and starts to recall everything that has happened, including the phone call, the detective writes everything in a notebook. “Ok. I’m going to bag all the stuff and take it to the forensics.” Sliding on a pair of latex gloves, he disappeared into the bedroom. After a few minutes,
Grabbing the phone Brock could see that this has pushed Melissa over the edge. He grabbed the detectives card and typed in the number. The voice came out down the end of the phone as if he’d just been woken up “Yeah?” “Hi it’s Brock Milligan, I don’t know if you remember the break in a Melissa Hartford’s place.” Brock said into the phone. “Yeah. I remember. What of it?” The voice said no longer full of sleep. “There’s been a development.” Brock said putting his arm around a now shivering Melissa and guiding her into the living room. “On my way.” The detective said before hanging up. Brock pressed the red button to cancel the call. And sat Melissa down next to him on the couch. “Baby, you okay?” He asked worried that this would be a tipping point for Melissa, knowing that even the strongest of women would find it difficult to cope, with everything that happened. “Y-yeah.” She said haltin
Melissa awoke to bright sunlight streaming through the glass windows. The warmth felt nice on her skin. Rolling onto her side she opened a sleepy eye, she had a sudden feeling of dread, as she saw a tie that was not Brock’s, and a memory of last night came flooding back, Chris, she remembered the way his hands felt on her body, and the way he felt inside her, for a brief second she smiled then she felt an arm drape across her. That feeling of guilt gnawed away at her insides. She’d cheated on Brock. A single tear ran down her face as she realised this fact. She was in her own world thinking of what to say to Brock how to redeem her relationship when a voice, thick and scratchy from having just woken up, startled her. “Good morning babygirl. Not too stiff I hope.” The voice came from behind. She immediately turned over, and was met with Brock’s smiling face, an eighth of an inch of stubble, and very messy hair. Bro