When I learned that my wife's first college roommate, Melissa, was coming to visit, I was excited. Melissa and Linda, my wife, lived together on campus for two years before Melissa spent a year abroad, studying art history at the Guggenheim Museum in Venice. I'd never met Melissa, but the stories that Linda would tell just blew my mind. Apparently they were quite a pair of hell-raisers.
I think Linda was excited too; she hadn't seen Melissa for over five years, and I think she kind of missed the excitement of her first years of college. We'd met in graduate school and, now that both Linda and I were working forty-plus hour weeks, we'd slipped into that dull conformity that is the hobgoblin of little minds. Monday through Friday at work, followed by lazy weekend, just to repeat again. We didn't go out anymore on the weekdays, just to go out. We didn't call in sick to work, just to stay in bed all day. Rather, we felt the pressures of mortgage and car payments, the call of relatives to have children, and the rest of those annoyances that young married couples are subjected to. Melissa represented a break from that, a return to devil-may-care cays.
I'd only seen pictures of Melissa, and really was unprepared when we picked her up at the airport. She was tall and thin, standing a little over six feet tall. Her hair was red, obviously from a bottle. She was wearing a cream-colored tight-fitting tank top with spaghetti straps and black cargo pants. The top clung to her breasts deliciously, outlining their shape. She was clearly wearing no bra. There was a tattoo circling her right bicep, a design of intertwining knots. She was stunning, on the prowl, and she looked it.
After Linda introduced me to Melissa, we picked her bags up from baggage claim and headed to the parking lot. We asked how the flight was and she replied by telling us how she'd let one of the other passengers pick her up. Right before landing, they'd ended up in the airplane's lavatory, Melissa giving him a blowjob. I thought I was going to run off the road, I was so entranced by her story. And she was going to be staying with us for an entire week!
Linda suggested a restaurant, one of our favorites near home. I steered the car there as Linda and Melissa chatted and giggled and reminisced about old times. I think my wife had been holding out on me; I hadn't heard a lot of the stories that were being fondly remembered.
At dinner, I quietly watched my wife and her friend laugh and talk. I hadn't seen Linda so animated, so happy in a long time. We had a fantastic dinner: steak au poivre, asparagus with hollandaise sauce, merlot. By the end of the dinner, and the end of the second bottle of wine, all three of us were laughing, enjoying the meal and the company. I paid and we piled into the car for home. I was in the front seat, Linda and Melissa in the back.
When we arrived at the house, I mixed cocktails for everyone. Gibson for me, vodka tonic for Linda, Manhattan for Melissa. We sat in the cool darkness of the living room, relishing in the stories from college: how Melissa won the wet t-shirt contest at this party or that, how Linda had snuck into one of the classrooms late at night with one of her boyfriends. Melissa and Linda had even spent an evening flashing guys in the library. Slowly a picture of my wife was painted that I simply hadn't seen before. When she said she was wild and adventurous in college, I just had no idea.
Cocktails were drunk and refreshed and refreshed again. Soon it was close to two in the morning, and I was feeling exhausted, and not just a little horny. I wanted Linda to come to bed, I wanted to fuck her like crazy. But, even though the early hour, she and Melissa showed no signs of slowing down. The hope of sex flickering away, I resigned myself to sleeping alone, excused myself, and went to bed.
Lying in the dark, even though I was so tired that every muscle of my body felt on fire, I couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning, I tried to fall relax, but it was impossible. After half an hour or so of thrashing back on the forth on the bed, fluffing the pillow and moving from one side to the other, I decided to get up and get something to drink. Besides, I thought, water would be good for any hangover I might have in the morning.
I opened the door and walked out into the hall. It was almost completely dark: only the soft flicker of candles in the living room was visible. I crept slowly up the hall when something stopped me completely in my tracks.
That something was a faint sound. A hiss of air, escaping from barely parted lips. A sound that I'd heard hundreds of times before: my wife moaning. Moaning while aroused, moaning as she came.
The effect was instant. What was going on? I approached the entrance to the living room, careful to be silent. There I hid in the shadows cast by the candles and peered inside. What I saw shocked and thrilled me.
Linda and Melissa were sitting on the couch next to each other, kissing passionately. Their hands were stroking hair, breasts, legs, anything within touch. Their heads moved back and forth as their tongues darted in and out of each other's mouth, dancing softly. I watched, completely entranced, as Linda broke their kiss to move her mouth down along Melissa's cheek to the area of skin where shoulder meets neck. Melissa's head fell back and she moaned quietly as Linda bit into her shoulder. Then Linda brought her hand up and began massaging Melissa's breasts through the thin material of her tank top. Melissa's nipples hardened, and could clearly be seen, erect patches at the tip of each round breast.
Melissa's nipples weren't the only thing erect. My cock was rock-hard. As I watched my wife and her college roommate, I reached down to stroke myself.
Linda stopped kissing Melissa's neck and returned to her mouth. Their jaws opened and shut and heads moved against each other as tongues fought back and forth. Linda started teasing Melissa's hard nipples, running her fingers lightly against them. Melissa responded by moaning into Linda's mouth and reaching herself for Linda's tits. Melissa wasn't as gentle as Linda: she took Linda's nipples firmly between thumb and forefinger, squeezing insistently. The effect on Linda was immediate. My wife immediately broke away from Melissa, emitting a groan from deep within her belly.
Pulling the straps to the side, Linda tugged the flimsy fabric of Melissa's tank top below her breasts. I silently groaned to myself when her tits came into view. They were perfect: round and full, with small dark nipples. I wanted to reach out and grab them, to suck them into my mouth and roll my tongue over the erect tips. But I needed to be quiet, I didn't want to disturb them. So I watched quietly, stroking the length of my cock as my wife did exactly what I wanted: she kissed from Melissa's mouth, down her neck and to those beautiful breasts. Taking one nipple into her mouth, Linda dropped her hand in-between Melissa's legs, cradling her pussy. Melissa let out a light gasp and starting grinding her pelvis into my wife's hand.
Melissa's bucking grew more intense as Linda alternated from nipple to nipple. Just before she was about to come, my wife sat back, smiling on the couch. Melissa shot her a look that could kill. Then she smiled and said that it had been way too long since they'd done it.
That shocked me completely. Melissa and my wife as lovers? She certainly had never told me about that. But I didn't dwell on it too much; Linda and Melissa were undressing themselves. My cock ached for relief.
Now naked, Melissa pushed my wife back onto the couch, resting her head on Linda's stomach. She bit and sucked on Linda's flesh hungrily as she slowly moved her way south. As she reached the top of Linda's pussy, my wife moved her legs apart, allowing Melissa access to the slick folds of her nether lips. Linda squirmed, rocking her hips back and forth as Melissa's tongue darted in and out of her wet flesh. After only several moments, Linda reached down, grabbing Melissa's head, grinding her cunt onto Melissa's tongue. Melissa reached up, between my wife's legs, and inserted a finger into Linda's fuckhole. She began ramming the finger in and out with great speed and bit down on Linda's clit. Suddenly Linda lurched once, cried out loudly, and started convulsing in orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed against her as she thrashed underneath Melissa's hand and tongue.
Linda wasn't the only one to come. I did as well, all over my hand.
When Linda's climax finale subsided, she looked alarmingly at the entrance to the hallway. I thought she could see me, but if she did, she didn't let on. She laughed softly as Melissa looked up from between her legs. Melissa said that she hoped that I wasn't disturbed by the noise.
Linda sat up and took Melissa's hand. She stood up and said the she needed to take Melissa to bed. As they both got up off the couch and blew out the candles, I scampered down the hall to the bedroom. I feigned sleep as they walked by, both nude, on the way to the guest room. After a few minutes, I got up to follow. I stood in the hallway and opened the door just enough to see inside.
The room was lit by tiny slivers of light from the streetlamp coming in through the Venetian blinds. There, in the dark, I saw Melissa lying flat on her back, arms around her shoulders, with her knees bent and legs parted. My wife was between those long legs, kissing the inside of a knee.
Melissa moaned gently as Linda worked from the knee up the leg to the inner thigh. It seemed as time stood completely still and an eternity passed as my wife kissed from her college roommate's inner thigh to the special place between her legs.
Trembling, Melissa reached down to play with and tease her nipples as Linda finally reached Melissa's open charms. Very delicately, Linda ran her tongue up one side, round the Cape of Good Hope, and down again. The course was repeated over and over, and Melissa pushed her hips against Linda's mouth, trying to get the tongue against her most sensitive spot. Then Linda reached around Melissa's thighs to hold her head in place. She began licking and lapping at Melissa's cunt in earnest, pressing her tongue first against the clit, then down into the hole and back again.
As Linda kept the pressure up against Melissa's twat, Melissa began to shake. First it was a small tremor that echoed throughout her lean body, but quickly it grew into a steady stream of shocks that kept her entire frame quivering. Melissa's breath grew more and more intense as its rate increased. She hissed as she drew air in just to blow it out loudly when she exhaled. Suddenly she began bucking her hips wildly, pressing them against my wife's face as she climaxed.
Not wanting to be caught, I stealthily closed the door and returned to the bedroom. Some time later, Linda slipped into the bed beside me. Feigning sleepiness, I kissed her, tasting traces of Melissa on her lips.