Meloni Ch. 14

It was an interesting weekend we had at the conference. All the doctors commented on our treatment and how satisfied they were with all the explanations Dr. Khoury gave and the demonstrations my wife offered.

On Monday I went back to the office after a good night sleep in clean sheets. Meloni was exhausted from the weekend. She was still sleeping when I left for work.

The day was unfolding normally at the office until the phone rang. It was Mr. Leatherbee.

"David, how are you?"

"Very well, Richard, and you?"

"I'm doing fine. How's work, and more importantly, how's your lovely wife Meloni?"

"Work is busy as always and Meloni, well you know her..."

"Listen David" he interrupted me, "the reason I'm calling--I'll be in Miami this weekend. Just a short visit, but I was hoping to catch up... Needless to say I am going to spend some time with your wife... I might have a surprise for her."

"errr, well... yes of course, I will let her know and... she will be yours..." I couldn't believe how easily I gave her up.

"Excellent, I will make my secretary do some arrangements and she will be in contact with you soon. Bye bye now."

And he hanged up before I could even say goodbye.

My first reaction was to text Meloni, but, I decided I wanted to tell her in person.

Coincidentally, it was her who sent me a message:

DING! (Meloni) Honey, Allistair has already finished his internship with Dr. Khoury and won't need to rent our Fort Lauderdale apartment anymore. I'm going to miss him so much.

DING! (me) I am sorry to hear that.

No. Actually, I was happy to know he was getting out of the way.

DING! (Meloni) Well, I am also worried about the money.

DING! (me) Why?

DING! (Meloni) I am trying to save money, to pay a good lawyer for Marvin. He could appeal and... if he is innocent, then he could get out of jail.

I was shocked. The idea of her ex-husband being free and around made me nervous and anxious.

DING! (me) Do not worry. We will talk about it, I am sure you will find another way to get some extra money.

I just did not know what to say. This whole situation caught me off guard. So I decided to divert the attention and had to announce the upcoming visit of Mr. Leatherbee.

DING! (me) I have some news, Mr. Leatherbee is visiting you this weekend.

DING! (Meloni) YES! I love Dick! That's exciting.

DING! (me) Yes. I have to go back to work now, but we will talk about it tonight.

DING! (Meloni) But honey, remember today is Monday. I am comforting Johnny.

I completely forgot about it.

I came home after work, and after having dinner alone, I had no other distraction than to continue reading my wife's diary.

'Dear Diary:

Matt insists in taking our relationship onto the next level, he wants sex. My mother is suspicious and she constantly is talking about taking precautions and that stuff. I know what she means, so I decided I will go to the pharmacy and buy some condoms. Daddy never uses them with me, neither my teachers and so far so good, but I understand my mother's concern.'

I did not know Meloni had a boyfriend named Matt. She has never told me about him. I decided to call my mother in law.

"Hello Katherine, it's David."

"Hi Dear"

"How are you, can you talk now?"

"Of course I can talk, Walter is out with her niece. How are you?"

"I am good, I called because... (I did not know what to say) I missed you."

"I missed you too."

There was a moment of silence between us. The she said:

"At least you have my movies."

"Yes, that is true, though I keep them out of sight as you asked me."

"Good, I appreciate that. How's Meloni?"

"She is good, you know she is..."

"She is fucking somebody else now, Is that right?"

"Yes."

"I am sorry David."

"Don't worry, I am getting used to it." Then I took the opportunity: "Has been always like this? I mean, Did she have many boyfriends before me?"

"Tons."

I was not surprised by her answer.

"Do you want to know anything in particular?" Katherine asked.

"Well... not really... Meloni does not talk too much about her past. not that I am particularly curious but..."

"She dated a lot of guys before marring Marvin." There was another silence. Then, "It all started with some boy named Matt."

I smiled to myself, I was getting to the point I wanted to be.

"Matt?" I asked.

"Yes, very handsome, very athletic. Huge I would say. He was three years older than her and... well, it was obvious he wanted to have sex with my daughter."

"OK, What happened?"

"She fucked him."

"I see."

"After him there were many others. I suppose word got around quickly that it was very easy to get a date with her. Either that or how easy Meloni was."

"I understand."

"But you should not worry about it. It all stopped when she started dating Marvin. Everyone else were scared of him."

We continued talking on the phone for about 20 more minutes. She definitely missed me and wanted to be back in Florida. She was done with Walter.

I went back onto the diary:

'Dear Diary:

I went to the pharmacy this evening. I walked in hesitantly, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Clutching my purse tightly, I avoided eye contact as I approached the counter. With a voice barely above a whisper, I asked for a box of condoms, keeping my eyes fixed firmly on the floor.

The pharmacist was Mr. Sebrel. I could not believed such bad luck. He knows my parents.

"Hi Meloni."

I wanted to leave right away, but then I realized there was nobody at the store, so I thought I could manage the situation.

"What do you have in mind?" He asked me.

"Well, I want condoms to fuck my boyfriend."

"No, no. I assume that. What I mean is what kind do you prefer."

I did not know what to say. After looking around for I bit I said:

"I guess something... good... I really don't know."

"May I assist you in making a good choice?"

"Oh!, Please!"

"No problem at all... but, I need you to come to the back where we can have a little more privacy. Here, let me take some samples for you and then you can decide."

"Thank you so much!"

He took a bunch of condom boxes and brought me to the back of the store. I sat on a couch and then he said:

"What size is your boyfriend?"

"He is tall, about six feet." I said.

"No, I am talking about his penis."

"Oh!. He has a huge cock."

"Are you sure? You need to know the size to pick the right condom. How do you know it is big?"

"I touched it... and I had it in my mouth."

Mr. Sebrel paused to think for a moment. Then he said:

"OK. Please extend the palm of your hand."

He unzipped and pulled down his pants and underwear. 'Oh God' I thought to my self, that's a huge cock. He then place his cock on my palm and... well, it was bigger than my hand. I couldn't tell if his cock was bigger than Matt's. So Mr. Sebrel found a solution:

"This is what we are going to do. I am going to put my own penis in your mouth so you can compare. That way you can tell me if you boyfriend's is bigger or not."

"Sounds good" I reply.

He asked me to grab it with one hand and bring it to my mouth. I had to use both hands. That cock was long and thick, though it didn't look as big as Matt's. I put it in my mouth for a moment and then took it out.

"Mr. Sebrel, I think Matt is bigger than you."

"I am not sure Meloni, you just put it in your mouth and I don't think it is fully erected. Just do it again, but this time suck on it so it gets longer and harder."

"OK" I put it again on my mouth and started to suck it. It tasted really good and soon enough that cock was touching the fleshy dangling part in my throat. Mr. Sebrel was right, his cock was bigger than Matt, not too much, but definitely bigger.

Once that was established, Mr. Sebrel said it was about time to start trying on condoms. I saw all the boxes were XLL size, but Mr. Sebrel told me Matt would do fine with just the XL. Then he ordered me to undress and I did.

I was a little bit nervous. He made a comment about my chest but I do not remember the exact words. He then took out one condom and place it on his hard cock. He then asked me to lie on the couch and open my legs. Then he said:

"We are going to start with this one, it is a classic brand. It is made of latex, it offers great protection against pregnancy. I hope you like it."

I laid down on my back and threw my legs up in the air. He inserted his full cock on my cunt. I released a scream as I felt some pain.

"Please take it out, it is hurting me." I asked.

But he ignored me and continued. I shuddered and screamed for more as he carried on pumping. After a couple of minutes he took his cock out and said:

"It seems this one does not fit you well. Let's try another one." He took another from a different box. "These are pre-lubricated for a more comfortable experience."

I wanted to say no, but I couldn't. I made Matt a promise to buy condoms. So I allowed Mr. Sebrel to penetrate me again. This time I felt some pain as well, although, my cunt was getting use to the roundness of his fat cock and felt a little less uncomfortable.

He fucked me for a minute or two and asked:

"What do you think? Is this one better that the first?"

I wanted the whole thing to end, so I said:

"Yes, I think this is perfect for me, I will buy a box, thanks so much."

"Oh no" he said, "We are not done here yet. You need to try at least one more. I know you will like this one. It is extra thin. These are designed to provide a more natural feel and enhance sensitivity, but may require careful handling to avoid breakage"

I did not want him to continue fucking me, but I thought I could take his cock once more if that made him convinced I wanted to buy it. So I open my legs again and he inserted his cock.

This time I felt incredible pleasure. He slid smoothly into my now swollen cunt, parting its lips again with his enlarged head and shaft. I was surprise how thin this condom was. I could feel his anatomy inside me like if he was not wearing protection at all.

He started to fuck me really hard, and I really enjoyed the feeling. He literally buried his cock on me. I could not help but moan in pleasure. He then asked me:

"Do you like this one Meloni?"

"Oh! Yes! Mr. Sebrel, I love it, I love the feeling mmmmm the sensation aaah aaaah aaaah!"

"I can stop and try another one if you prefer."

"Noooo, please do not stop now, I... I... love it."

"Do you think your boyfriend will like it."

"Yeah, aaaahh, mmmmm, he is... he is going to fuck me with these condoms aaaahhh, I am going to buy two boxes mmmmm."

"Ok well, in that case, let's do one last check"

"Oh! Aaaah! and... mmmm... What is that?"

"I am going to cum inside to check the resistance."

"ah! aaah! I do not know. Is it... is it... safe?"

"Look, girl, I do not know, but my balls are about to explode."

"But... mmmmm, nnnnnn, I do not want to ah... ah! aaaah! get pregnant!"

"Just shut up you little whore, you won't get pregnant, I will give you a pill later."

"Ok... then... aaaah! Put your seeds inside me" I was really horny at that point. "Fuck me hard and empty your balls like you are making me a baby."

He discharged an incredible amount while pushing me on the couch seat. I had a great orgasm my self.

When he removed his cock, we noticed the condom was broken. All his cum went inside my vagina. I did not know what to do. He said everything was going to be fine. He gave me a pregnancy test and said he would write to the condom company to file a complaint. He also refused to sell me any condom but the extra thin ones. I hope Matt likes then as much as I did.'

When I finished reading that, I had the feeling again that I married a whore. I was tired. I went to bed. I couldn't touch myself either because I had the cage on and did not feel I wanted to bother Polly to come over with her key.

Next morning I woke up and to my surprise Meloni was sleeping by my side. I put her diary away without her noticing.

During breakfast she told me Johnny decided to move to Georgia, he had a job offer there. meloni said Johnny lost all hope to recover Cynthia. Meloni was sad about it, but somehow I felt good about it. Johnny out of Miami meant one guy less fucking my wife regularly. I know it was not a big victory since she continuously fuck everyone, everywhere, but at least I got her back on mondays.

As I said, I was happy with it until Meloni reminded me she was departing for Pensacola to visit her ex husband Marvin in prison:

"Sweetheart, I need you to drop me off at the bus station before you head to work."

"Why?" I had forgotten about it completely.

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face, "Don't you remember tomorrow I have my second conjugal visit with Marvin?"

"Oh!, It is true. I am sorry, I forgot about it."

Meloni prepared herself for the long bus journey. A small travel bag, a light-green, form-fitting cotton dress, and a pair of high-heeled shoes were all she carried for the trip. She looked stunning. I run my hands over her body and I notice she was not wearing any underwear.

"Meloni, Why are you not wearing bra or panties?"

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face, "I am just going to be there for a day, and most of the time I will be naked."

It was impossible to argue with her; she was always right. I did not want her to become upset with me, so I spoke no further about the matter. I believe that is how a good husband ought to conduct himself.

The traffic that morning in Miami was dreadful. We sat stuck in the car for quite a while, yet in the end we still reached the bus station with time to spare. Meloni told me to go on to the office and start work, but I insisted on accompanying her all the way to the bus. She felt somewhat annoyed by this, yet she did not object.

When we stepped onto the platform, there was a good amount of men waiting to board the bus to Pensacola. My wife's presence in her stunning outfit drew the attention of every one of them. There was not a single woman among the passengers; they were all men, most of them Niggers. But what astonished me most was the bus itself: it was a double-decker, capable of carrying at least eighty passengers.

I immediately remembered what happened on the last trip to Pensacola and began to worry about what might occur with my wife on a larger bus packed with more travelers.

"Meloni, are you sure this is your bus? Perhaps you could take the afternoon one instead..."

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face, "Don't you read the sign? Special service to Pensacola?"

One of the Black drivers approached us and said, "There's no other bus to Pensacola today. We had unusually high demand for this route on this date, so we decided to put on a larger coach to accommodate more customers." He delivered the line with a mischievous smile. "May I see your ticket Madam?"

Meloni took the ticket out of her purse, and he examined it. "Seat 1B, aisle. You'll be right behind me. If there's anything you need, please don't hesitate to ask. I see you're a Gold Member of our company. Are you checking any luggage?"

"No," my wife replied. "Just this handbag. I like to travel light."

My wife was openly flirting with that Black man right in front of me, and I was becoming increasingly nervous.

Then another man, approached us:

"Meloni!, remember me?"

"Of course I do Adam!"

And just like that, right there in front of me, in front of all the other passengers they engage in a twist tongue kiss.

She then introduced me as "David, my husband."

"Nice to meet you, but I am confused, I thought you were going to Pensacola to visit your husband?"

"Ex-husband" I shook his hand and clarify: "She is visiting her ex-husband." And immediately I felt embarrassed with what I just said.

"Good to know, for a moment I thought Meloni had two husbands." He said.

"Well, actually you could say that." responded Meloni. "I'm still married to Marvin under God's eyes."

"I see" said Adam, "Well I guess we can consider David as your legal partner."

"Yes, I guess." She said it with a certain reluctance.

We went on talking for a few minutes, the three of us standing together beside the bus. In truth, I said very little--only the occasional yes or no--while Adam and Meloni conversed as if they had known each other forever.

Suddenly, Meloni started to moan softly. I thought Adam voice was getting her horny, and I couldn't interrupt Adam. The moan increased, and her breathing was getting heavier. I did not know what was going on. Adam realized it too and asked:

"Meloni, Are you OK?"

"I am great, I am feeling such great pleasure. Thanks for touching me that way."

"Touching?!" Adam and I exclaimed in unison.

"I am not touching you." Adam said.

"Me either" I added.

Instinctively we looked down and there was a midget between Meloni's legs.

Somehow he managed to sneak underneath, made her legs spread, and pull her dress up. He touched her cunt while we were talking.

"Excuse me." He said, and moved away.

"Who was that little guy?" Meloni asked.

"Oh!, Don't you remember? He was on the bus on your last trip. I think you were asleep and he..."

"Ah! Yes, I remember now. He's a cute guy, and not everything he has is small." Meloni said with a smile.

I did not know how to stop it. Meloni is definitely a slut. When she is horny, which is most of the times, there is no way to stop her.

Soon after they asked passengers to board. They asked to do it in order:

"Extra-special service to Pensacola. We kindly ask everyone to begin boarding the bus in an orderly fashion. We are overbooked today, which is why you have been assigned an alternate seat to share if necessary; you can find it printed on your ticket."

The first passenger to board was the midget, which had seat 1A. that meant he was seating next to my wife.

I said my goodbyes to her:

"Please let me know you arrived well."

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face, "Do I really have to? You are one of my husbands, not my father."

One black driver intervened:

"You wanna keep up with the ride? Just hop on the bus company's website and hit that live-feed link. This bus got cameras all up inside, so you can watch ever'thing goin' on, clear as day."

We then kissed in front of everyone and she jumped on the bus with the "help" of another black driver who pushed her butt up on entering the bus.

I had to leave for work but wanted to see the bus departure. One by one, around 80 men groped my wife 'innocently' on their way in. She was all smiles. Soon I realized all passenger were given the same alternate seat: 1B.

I asked to one of the drivers how the alternate seat system work.

"Well, basically, the passenger will have to share the seat for part of the trip. They can do it any time and we ask the passenger who owns the seat to accommodate."

"OK." I stammered. And I could not take it anymore. So I left for the office.

The whole morning I tried to avoid going on the website of the bus company,... but after lunch the amount of work began to taper off, and I couldn't resist the temptation to open the bus company's website and click on the link. On my computer screen, an image of the bus interior appeared; the camera was positioned at the front of the vehicle, looking toward the back.

I saw Meloni seated next to the midget. She was on top of another passenger who had his hands all over her boobs. Her dress was up and I clearly saw how this man was fucking my wife.

I could go forever describing what happened on the bus on the way to pensacola. I was glued to the screen for the duration of the trip, seeing how 80+ men and drivers fucked, got their cocks sucked, pinched Meloni's nipples, drunk milk from her breasts, cum in her mouth, fucked her in different positions and different wholes... they all enjoyed her, specially the midget who took turns in between a passenger asked to share the seat with Meloni. She was even fucked while asleep.

The morning of their arrival, I received a phone call from the department of Police.

"David Giles?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Hi I am Officer Johnson, I wanted to let you know that your wife is safe and sound here in Pensacola."

"Oh, thanks for telling me."

"Nothing to worry about. The moment she set foot in Pensacola we applied the procedure for code 7279. Seven officers protected her on her way to the prison."

"I see."

"Like always, we handcuffed her so we have a better way to control her... security. She behaved pretty well and let herself to be protected. We will apply the same procedure once she is done with her conjugal visit at the prison. We will escort her to the bus tonight."

"Thank you very much officer for taking care of my Meloni, it is a relieve to know such dedicated agents are in charge of my wife."

I really did not not what I was saying so I hanged up. I guess I had to add another 7 men to the 80+ who fucked her during the trip.

The next day I received an email from the prison:

To the attention of Meloni Hoar,

By order of the State Department of Corrections, you are hereby summoned to appear for a conjugal visit at 10:00 a. m. on June 24th at Pensacola Correctional Facility.

As a visitor, you are required to undergo a background check, and you must also be free of any sexually transmitted diseases. As a matter of procedure, you will be searched before and after the visit to ensure that you do not attempt to smuggle any items into or out of the facility.

Your request has already been approved by Mr. Raygar, Pensacola Prison Warden.

My wife was definitely a sexual toy for all these men. It looked like they were working together to get advantage of her. I am not sure about it and I do not want to blame anyone. Maybe it was Meloni's fault, or maybe I should... anyways.

At night I couldn't sleep, so I went back to the bus company website to see what was going on on the bus: More or less the same as on the way to Pensacola. The midget was seated next to her again. He fucked her over and over, he never had enough.

I noticed Meloni got very excited every time this midget fucked her. She was really enjoying his fuck.

There were more niggers among the passengers on the way back to Miami, and I saw Adam a couple of times. Many of the passengers were new from yesterday. I tried to calculate how many men my wife fucked in the past two days but I fell asleep.

On Thursday morning I was tempted to visit Polly. I wanted to fuck her, but I knew she was already at Prados Soleados taking care of Robert, so I went straight to work. I wanted to be at home on time to be with Meloni.

I received all the info from Mr. Leatherbee's secretary regarding his plans with my wife for the weekend. He would stay at a hotel in downtown Miami and had dinner reservations for us in a good restaurant. There was also some golf playing on Saturday morning and an auction on the evening evening. I did not pay much attention to the details as I was focused on finishing the work in order to go home.

Meloni called Jean Pierre to bring her back from the station. I was finishing dinner when I notice his limo was in from of the house. 15 minutes later Meloni emerged from the back seat. She entered the house and kissed me. I tasted some cum from Jean Pierre in her mouth but did not say a thing.

"I am exhausted. Jean Pierre's tip took all the energy I had.

"Do you think, maybe I can talk to Mr. Leatherbee about this limo service?" I said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, maybe it's time you have your own car if you do not want to use your mother's?"

"And what does that have to do with Dick?"

"I do not know, maybe he could rent a car for you... I know the company sometimes do it."

"I do not know, and I do not care. I am exhausted, and I want to sleep," she said, yawning. "Here--take the key, in case you wish to open the cage and make use of my cunt. When you are finished, please remember to put your weiner back exactly as it was."

She went immediately to bed. I did not know what to do. 'Should I go straight and fuck her or should I take a pick on her diary first.?' I thought.

I couldn't resist and took my dick out of the cage. To my surprise I did not get a bonner right away, so I decided to read a little more on Meloni's diary before fucking her:

'Dear diary,

The pregnancy test came back negative, so since then I've been using the extra-thin condoms I bought at the pharmacy. Matt loves them, but most of them have torn, and I'm afraid I'll have to visit Mr. Sebrel at his pharmacy once more for another pregnancy test. The problem is that I'm experiencing intense itching in my vagina. I spend almost all my time scratching, and I've already torn several pairs of underwear.'

'Dear diary,

The itching has continued, and I no longer know what to do. Because I did not want to keep tearing my underwear, I made the decision to stop wearing any. It is not the first time I have gone without them, and the truth is that I feel much more comfortable that way. However, something happened today in Mr. Gerard's class. Mr. Gerard is very patient with his students and always does things to make all of us feel at ease in class. He knows that lessons can sometimes be long and dull for us, so today he asked us to do stretching exercises halfway through the period to loosen up and help us stay attentive until the end of class.

Mr. Gerard told us, "Let's stretch." We all stood up and began stretching our arms. "Good, now side bends... good, now shoulder squeezes." At that moment, a button on the blouse I was wearing came loose, and my cleavage was exposed. Mr. Gerard positioned himself directly in front of me, stared intently at my chest, and then continued giving instructions:

"Now shoulder rolls... good, now let's squat down." We all obeyed. Mr. Gerard remained in front of me, looking between my legs. He stayed silent for a while until the other students began complaining that they couldn't hold that position even a moment longer.

I did not understand why the squat stretch was longer than the others. Not sure why but it kept me thinking for the rest of the day. So, in the afternoon, after cheerleading practice I went back to his room and asked him:

"Mr. Gerard, thanks so much for the paused we took today in class to stretch."

He was surprise with my presence, I think he was about to go home.

"I am glad to hear that Meloni." He said.

"However, I have a question: Why were the squat stretches longer than the others? Are they more important?"

"Not at all, Meloni, er... all the stretching exercises are important... however... the thing is... that... I... got distracted for a moment... and..."

"Oh!" I said. "What did distract you?"

He seemed worried but then he said:

"Look, I do not want you to take this the wrong way but... today, when we were doing squats... I... I noticed you were no wearing any underwear."

"Oh!, I see. Thank you for noticing, I am glad to have teachers like you who look after me."

"OK... errr... Is there any reason as why you are not...?"

"Oh! Mr. Gerard, how do I explain it... My cunt has been feeling very itchy for a couple of weeks. I cannot stop scratching myself and I have torn several panties already and I do not want to spoil anymore of them... In fact, I am very itchy right now and... I am sorry but..."

I pulled up my skirt and revealed my hairy cunt. I started scratching it while Mr. Gerard.. well, his mouth was open in amazement. A minute later or so he said:

"I am sorry to know you are... well..." He kept thinking in silence and then said: "Aren't your fingers tired of scratching?"

"Oh!, I am OK."

"No, I think you need to let your fingers rest so you can take notes in class and write your homework... Let me help you."

I did not have a chance to say no. Mr. Gerard took my hand away and he started to scratch my cunt. I might say he was doing a great job and I felt released of the itching for a while."

"Thanks Mr. Gerard." I said, implying it was enough, but he continued scratching my cunt, inserting fingers, switching hands. I was getting horny, but did not know how to stop him. Then he said:

"I feel your vagina is swollen, maybe... Can I try something?"

"Oh!, yes, please Mr. Gerard." I wanted him to stop using his hands on my cunt, but to my surprise, he kneeled down and started to kiss and lick my clit, my vulva... he inserted his tongue inside me and I started to feel a great pleasure. Soon I was having an orgasm. He noticed and stoped kissing my pussy.

"Do you feel better?"

"Yes, Mr. Gerard, that was awesome."

I took my backpack and left the room. But a few minutes later the itching started again. I think I need to see a doctor.'

I was aroused with what I just read, and I wanted to do the same. I went to bed, Meloni was profoundly asleep. I pull her legs apart and dove my mouth into her vagina. The taste was interesting, a mixed of salty and sweet liquids coming out of her cunt. I fucked her with my tongue for a while, savoring all the fluids she got. At some point she started moaning, but she was still asleep. When I had enough of pussy licking, I place myself on top of her and started fucking her. I immediately notice how ample her vagina was. It was difficult for me to touch the whole cavity with my dick. I inserted a finger with it and still there was room for another finger. I touched and fucked her while she kept moaning. At some point she started to talk in her dreams:

"Oh, Marvin, fuck me, fuck me yeah! aaah! mmmm! nnnnn!"

I started to fuck her harder, altough I had to take my fingers out of her cunt and continued just with my dick. My balls were getting ready, but I manage to continue pounding my talking and sleeping wife:

"yes, Marvin, I love you, aaah! mmmm! nnnnn! do it, do it now, get me pregnant, I want your babies..."

I couldn't resist and cum inside her. She moaned for a little before I felt asleep exhausted.

The next morning I woke up with my dick caged again. I came downstairs and Meloni was preparing breakfast.

"Hi love, Did you sleep well?"

"I did honey. What's for breakfast?"

"Coffee and toast and scrambled eggs, come here sweetheart and sit at the table."

I sip a little bit of coffee and realized it did not have milk.

"Meloni, can I have some milk please?"

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face, "Don't you remember Dick is coming this weekend?"

"errr... so what?"

"I am saving my milk for him, and I want to surprise him" she said, then added: "Also, pass me the info about Dick's hotel, I want to do the check-in before he arrives."

"Well, sure, I will send it to you, although... I think Richard is visiting the offices in the morning and... will have lunch with the employees..."

"OK, but after all that, I am sure he will be tired and I want to make sure his bed is ready in case he... wants to take a nap before dinner."

I decided to not continue with the conversation. On my way to work I worried thinking about how my coworkers would suspect Mr. Leatherbee visit to our office was just an excuse to be in Miami to see my wife.

There was no suspicion at all. The moment Mr. Leatherbee entered the building he said:

"David, Where is your beautiful wife?"

"I... errr... she... Good Morning Mr. Leatherbee, How was your flight?"

All morning long, my coworkers tried to flatter Mr. Leatherbee, but he was only interested in talking to me about my wife. During lunch, more or less the same thing happened. Mr. Leatherbee had no shame in asking me personal questions about my wife in front of everyone--how she was doing, whether she had bought a new dress, if she was still exercising... And not only that, he even started telling my coworkers how much fun he had had with my wife the last time he visited Miami. I was growing increasingly embarrassed by the situation, so I decided to take Mr. Leatherbee to his hotel once and for all. He readily agreed when I told him Meloni had already checked in.

"Perfect, we don't want to keep her waiting."

"Good, let's take my car."

"Oh no David, that is not necessary. I already took care of that. Remember the surprise I told you I had for Meloni? Well, it is in the parking lot."

"Oh, great!, A car." I immediately realized the limo service came to an end and felt incredibly happy about it.

We went to the parking lot, and there was a brand-new electric car--one of those self-driving models. It was an expensive, red, and luxurious vehicle. I knew my wife was going to be really happy.

Mr. Leatherbee drove me to the hotel.

"Can you text her and ask if my luggage arrived?"

"Sure"

DING! (me) Meloni, Has Richard's luggage arrived?

DING! (Meloni) It did. I already unpacked and ironed a couple of shirts.

I told Richard and he was excited to hear what a good girl Meloni was.

The receptionist greeted Mr. Leatherbee with great enthusiasm. The hotel was incredibly luxurious--almost excessively so. I found myself distracted, taking in the sheer size and opulence of the lobby, while Mr. Leatherbee stood at the front desk speaking with the staff and giving them instructions. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but the employees nodded in agreement to everything he requested.

A few moments later, we headed up to the penthouse, where Mr. Leatherbee had reserved one of the suites. Just as we reached the door, a huge Black boy bellhop stepped out of the room, adjusting his belt and zipping up his pants.

Mr. Leatherbee used his key card to unlock the door. From inside, we suddenly heard Meloni's voice:

"It's that you again, Javion? Did you forget something?"

"Who's Javion?" Mr. Leatherbee asked.

"Dick!" Meloni exclaimed, clearly caught off guard.

To be honest, I was the one who was truly stunned: Meloni was completely naked, wearing nothing but her high heels. Still, that didn't stop her from rushing over to Mr. Leatherbee, throwing her arms around him as he began kissing her on the lips and grabbing her backside. I hurried to close the door, hoping no one in the hallway had seen the scene unfolding inside.

After kissing for a good while, not caring that I was watching, Mr. Leatherbee asked:

"Meloni, who was that nigger who came out of the room just before we entered?"

"Oh! Dick!" Meloni seemed confused. "Javion was helping me with the air condition."

"Ok, but Why are you... undressed?" I intervened.

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face, "Javion said getting naked is the best way to know what's the best temperature for your body."

Mr. Leatherbee started to touch her vagina and said:

"It seems he did more than adjusting the AC unit." And then he raised his hand and showed me his fingers wet with a whitish liquid.

It clearly was semen.

"Meloni! Did you...?" I couldn't finish the question.

"It's obvious she did." Said Mr. Leatherbee.

"Well... I..." Meloni stammered, "I just wanted the room to be perfect for Dick."

"OK, but Why was necessary to..." again I couldn't finish, so Mr. Leatherbee finish it for me:

"... fuck that nigger?"

"Javion said it would be better to know my internal body temperature before setting up the AC unit. He said the best way to check my body temperature was by penetrating, so I allowed him, that's it."

Mr. Leatherbee laughed and asked:

"For how long did he "check" your body temperature?"

"mmmm I don't know Dick, he said: "I'ma be done once all my milk done gone."

Mr. Leatherbee laughed again and said:

"Well, it seems Meloni did a fine job with the temperature regulation. Anyways, I have a surprise for you my dear."

"A surprise? Oh!, I do have a surprise for you too. Can I go first? I've been waiting for this for a long time."

"OK, go ahead" said Mr. Leatherbee.

Meloni grabbed her boobs with her hands and said:

"Here."

"Your boobs? That's not a surprise for me. I see they grew since the last time I was with you but..."

"No, not just my boobs, well, yes they grew and they continue to do so but... Look!" said my wife and she started to squeeze her breasts.

Two huge jets of milk immediately shot out and landed straight on Mr. Leatherbee's face.

"Oh my god!" he said. "Can I squeeze them my self?"

"Of course!" Meloni said.

Mr. Leatherbee took both breast with his hands and began to squeeze tightly alternating the boobs. He moved his head right and left so he did not missed the huge jets coming out of my wife's huge nipples. It was obvious Meloni had been holding milk for a while. The areolas were purple.

Then Mr. Leatherbee used his feet to spread Meloni's legs. She stood there while breastfeeding him, but at some point, he kicked her cunt with his knee.

Meloni barely said "Ouch!"

He repeated the kicks five or six times while he continued pressing firmly and I saw how Meloni was in tears. She couldn't bear that tremendous pain in her breasts any longer.

"Richard, maybe you want to stop and save some milk for later..." I dare to say in a very shy tone.

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh and almost crying face, "I can produce more, and... If he doesn't finish now... I... I might... the milk might leak."

Mr. Leatherbee emptied her. He did not swallow all the milk. Instead he milked her and spread the liquid all over her body, driving milk into her cunt and don her legs.

At the end, Meloni was covered in her own milk. She asked to take a shower but Mr. Leatherbee said:

"No!, It's time for my surprise."

He then opened one of her suitcases and took out an outfit for Meloni. It was a very tight white sheer fabric strapless dress, made of nylon and spandex.

Meloni glanced at the dress out of the corner of her eye. She was clearly a bit annoyed about not being able to shower before putting it on, but since Mr. Leatherbee insisted, she had no real choice but to go along and wear it. The dress was extremely tight and far too short for her. The milk still clinging to her skin soaked into the fabric, making it even more transparent. It was clear that Meloni felt uncomfortable dressed like that, but Mr. Leatherbee seemed quite pleased. As for me, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

Mr. Leatherbee asked my wife to turn around so we could admire how well the dress suited her. Meloni obeyed: Ass- crack, nipples and hairy cunt were clearly visible.

With every move Meloni made, the dress kept riding up, and she was constantly adjusting it--not just around her legs, but at her chest as well. It seemed like she was locked in a battle with the dress, pulling it down and then up again, unable to get it to cover everything it was meant to. Meanwhile, Mr. Leatherbee seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the whole scene.

"Shall we? the surprise is waiting for you outside" He said while slapping Meloni in the butt.

"Wait! What?" said my wife. "I thought this dress was the surprise."

"No, you will see. Are you coming David?"

"Eerrr... ah... yes... Yes I will go with you Richard."

We stepped out of the room, Mr. Leatherbee's arm wrapped around my wife's waist as she kept struggling with the dress that rode up with every step. I followed them, watching as my wife seemed completely under my boss's control. When we reached the elevator, the other hotel guests stared in shock at Meloni. It was clear everyone assumed my wife was a prostitute. I tried to console myself by thinking they must have believed she was Mr. Leatherbee's wife, not mine. Then Mr. Leatherbee said:

"Really, David, your wife is beautiful, and I enjoy visiting you both often."

I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to say, but I could feel the surprise from everyone in the elevator with us. Finally, we reached the ground floor and crossed the lobby toward the parking lot. I kept walking behind them, noticing how every man we passed turned to admire my wife's backside. Some even made obscene comments:

"What a nice ass!"

"Top notch whore!"

When we arrived at the parking lot, Mr. Leatherbee took off his tie and blindfolded my wife with it. Since Meloni couldn't see anything, she had to rely on her hands resting on Mr. Leatherbee's arm. As we had to walk all the way to the far end of the parking lot, the dress rode up again, and Meloni couldn't use her hands to pull it down. The result: My wife was showing her hairy cunt and her round ass to all the drivers and hotel personnel.

When we reached the car, Mr. Leatherbee removed the blindfold from my wife's eyes, and she jumped for joy at the sight of the luxurious red electric car. Meloni kissed him enthusiastically, and it seemed as if she had completely forgotten about the discomfort of the dress she was wearing.

With all the jumping, kissing and groping from Mr. Leatherbee, the dress was now merely a pice of cloth surrounding my wife's waist. Boobs were visible and bouncing, cunt and ass completely exposed...

Finally, we got into the car--Mr. Leatherbee in the driver's seat, my wife beside him, and me in the back. Mr. Leatherbee began explaining all the car's features. Meloni was thrilled with her new "toy" and looked at Mr. Leatherbee with a mixture of gratitude and desire.

We drove around the hotel for a while, and then Mr. Leatherbee took us onto Interstate 95 South. There, he activated the autopilot--the car was driving itself.

"Meloni, as you can see, this car drives itself, you turn on autopilot and you can... put your make up on, check your phone..."

"Wow" she said.

"Isn't it dangerous?" I said.

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face, "Don't you hear Dick? The car drives while I can do other things... I bet I can even fuck the driver."

Mr. Leatherbee laughed.

"But, Meloni I... I am not driving right now..."

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face again, "I see that, and just to show you it is possible, I am going to fuck Dick right now while the autopilot is on."

I didn't have time to react. Mr. Leatherbee lowered the car seat and reclined the backrest. Meloni climbed on top of him.

For about 20 minutes, they fuck while speeding on the highway. I saw and heard everything from the back seat.

Meloni rode Mr. Leatherbee while he squeezed and grabbed her boobs. She was a toy for him. She jumped up and down, fucking Mr. Leatherbee's hard cock. I was astonished seeing how healthy the old men looked while he was fucking my wife.

Meloni was moaning in pleasure, the whole thing was so exciting for her. In the meantime I was worried we were going to have an accident.

"I am about to cum." Said Mr. Leatherbee.

"NO! I'm not done! This cowgirl isn't done riding yet!" Meloni said.

The car continued to speed down South on I-95 and my wife continued to ride him harder and harder.

"This cowgirl is going to ride you more!" And with that she got off his cock and then straddled her cunt above his face, her hands on top of the back seat and she began to grind her dripping snatch all over his face while he magnificently pleasured her clit with his tongue. He reached up and pinched both of her nipples and Meloni was completely lost in the indulgence. I could feel my body building an orgasm, slowly rising and then suddenly an orgasm surged throughout my caged wiener, I wet my pants just seeing it.

Meloni was bucking all over my boss face, then she seated again on top of his cock and she said:

"Now, go ahead Dick, plant your seeds inside me."

"Arrr... ehhh, maybe that's not a good idea..." I stammered

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face again, "I don't want to ruin these leather seats."

Mr. Leatherbee couldn't hold it anymore and filled my wife's vagina with his cum. Meloni had a huge orgasm herself. They stayed hugged to each other for about 10 minutes while the car's autopilot continued speeding. At some point Meloni got back to her seat, adjusted her dress and Mr. Leatherbee turned and headed north.

After two hours ride, we were back to the hotel. Once again, my wife drew everyone's attention in the lobby, the elevator, and the hallway leading to Mr. Leatherbee's suite.

When we entered the room, Meloni said she wanted to take a shower. She went to the bathroom and, with the door open, took a shower there.

Then she came out wrapped in a towel, her hair still wet. Mr. Leatherbee then said:

"I think we need to adjust the air conditioning again before we go to dinner... What was the name of the nigger bellboy who helped you this afternoon, Meloni?"

"Javion is the name of that sexy boy." She answered.

"OK, I will call reception and made them sent him in right away."

"errr... I... I don't think it is necessary... I mean, we could... figure it out ourselves..." I said.

"Honey," Meloni gave me a duh face, "Don't you see Javion knows how to operate the AC unit? Also, it's a hotel, he is here to help us."

Mr. Leatherbee made the phone call while Meloni finished drying off. Then she dropped the towel on the floor and slipped into a pair of stiletto heels.

"All set, he's on his way." said Mr. Leatherbee as he hung up the phone.

"Great, I can't wait to see that black fat cock in action again." My wife said with a radiant smile on her face.

At that point I knew it was going to be another long weekend...