the only woman present； about the wild times they use to have together。
After a couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales；
Melisa began feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed。 In yet
another toast made by someone； she gulped down her fifth shot of
whiskey。 Melisa； feeling no pain and more than a little horny； then
started giving her husband some not…so…subtle suggestions about how
amorous she was。 With a drink in her hand and sporting a devilish grin；
the petite redhead un…characteristically walked up to him and asked
Simon to go outside； suggestively squeezing his buns and winking at him。
Simon grumbled； 〃Maybe； later。〃
Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour later； Melisa
walked over to the far end of the patio behind The Landing。 The view was
incredible。 It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge； bright full
moon hanging in the sky。 Like the largest light bulb ever created； the
moonbeams sparkled off the water of the lake below； bathing the
surrounding forest and patio in a soft white glow。 When she reached the
railing； Melisa noticed the shadow of someone off to the side； but she
was too horny to concern herself with one of her husband's drunk
friends。
Slowly turning around； she tilted her head back； and parted her lips
for a kiss。 His hands immediately went to her breasts as he bent down to
kiss her。 Melisa felt him groping around at the top of her expensive
dress； almost ripping it； as he tried to get his hands inside。 He
finally pushed her dress from her shoulders and pulled it down。 His
touch felt like fire when his fingertips finally dipped inside the lace
cups of her bra。 Melisa could feel his urgency； his desire； and she was
happy that it matched hers。 She heard a slight tear； then a loud rip。 In
his lustful state he had torn her bra apart。 The round curves and
softness of her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night air。
Melisa didn't care that he had ripped her bra。 She had waited three long
hours for this； and a torn piece of clothing wasn't going to dampen her
excitement。
He pinched her already hardened nipples while his lips continued to
crush and smother hers in a sloppy kiss。 Melisa moaned her hunger into
his open mouth。 He dropped his hands and seized the undulating cheeks of
her firm ass。 Because he was 6' 4〃 and she was only 5' 5〃； even with 3〃
heels on； their embrace didn't last long。 Already Melisa's neck was
getting sore from leaning back at such an awkward angle。 Breaking their
kiss； she pressed her hands against his chest； and stepped back a bit。
Simon's heart almost stopped beating when his wife reached out to open
his jeans。 With lust in her eyes； Melisa quickly undid his pants； and
pushed them and his underwear down to his ankles。 Dropping to her knees
in front of him； Simon held his breath as Melisa teasingly licked and
kissed her way slowly up his thighs。 He gritted his teeth when her lips
parted； and she encircled the crown of his dick with them。 Simon though
his head would explode when his wife's mouth began to suck and swallow
his now completely hard shaft。 Her saliva was making his dick glisten
like the lake below them。 In the two years they had known each other；
Melisa had never sucked him off before。 Simon was too stunned by the
sight of her luscious； red lips sliding up and down his thick rod to say
anything to her now。 While she gently fondled his testicles with her
right hand； his wife reached around and massaged his ass with her other
one。 Melisa then began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded to
steadily increase its loving action。 Almost ready to climax； he reached
for the back of her head； but Melisa removed her mouth from his cock and
raised herself up。
〃I can't wait any longer。 I want you to fuck me。 Right here； right
now！〃 his wife panted as she lifted her dress up to her waist and spread
her feet apart。
Simon had tried telling her that The Landing wasn't as fancy as the
places back east； only a local hang out for the loggers and a few
sportsmen who knew of it； but Melisa insisted on dressing up for the
party anyway。 In the bright moonlight； the sight of her shapely legs
encased in tan nylons and perched atop a pair of high heels was the most
erotic vision Simon had ever seen。 When Melisa's trimmed； red pussy
hairs came into view； Simon was shocked。 He didn't know she had left the
house without wearing any panties。
With the top of her dress down and the bottom of it raised； Melisa
hoped she looked like a woman begging to be fucked。 That's what she was；
and that's what she wanted to look like。 It had been over a month since
Simon had fucked her last； and Melisa thought she'd die if she didn't
get fucked now。
With ease； he lifted her 105 pound frame up and kissed her hard on the
mouth。 Melisa wrapped her arms and legs around him； kissing him back
with a passion Simon didn't know she had。 When her silky legs surrounded
his mid…section and she locked her ankles together； he cupped the cheeks
of her small ass in the palms of his hands。 With one swift and powerful
thrust； his entire cock pierced and buried itself inside her pussy。
Melisa suddenly broke their kiss and cried out。 Savoring the way his
cock had enlarged and filled her pussy so completely； his wife held
herself steady for a moment。 Every nerve in her body tingling with
excitement； and a barrage of fireworks was going off behind her tightly
closed eyelids。 After the initial wave of pleasure passed； Melisa looked
into his eyes and in a throaty whisper said； 〃It's been so long！〃 His
wife then crushed her mouth over his in another wet and passionate kiss。
Simon was shocked that his prim and proper wife from the east coast
could ever act this way。
〃Come on； baby； really give it to me。 Fuck my brains out！ Faster！
Faster！〃 Melisa hissed as she began to wildly bounced up and down；
impaling herself upon his cock with every once of energy she had。
Simon was starting to feel dizzy； and wasn't able to stand on his own
two feet any longer。 While Melisa continued to fuck him like some sex…
starved nymphomaniac； Simon weakly dropped down to sit on the wooden
bench by the railing。
Melisa cried out again； 〃Come on； honey； fuck me faster！ Please； baby；
faster！ I'm almost there。 Fuck me； baby！ Fuck me！〃
Suddenly； Simon became sick to his stomach。 Just in time； he leaned
over the patio and heaved his guts out。
After Melisa straightened out her clothes； she kissed him one more
time then went back to rejoin the party。 Simon threw up again when the
man who just fucked his wife followed her inside。
〃Good morning； sleepy head。〃 he heard a soft and far away voice say。
The throbbing pain started as soon as Simon opened his eyes。 Melisa
leaned forward and gently kissed her husband on the forehead； while her
hand ducked under the covers。
〃How could you？〃 was all Simon said； not even flinching when Melisa's
cold fingertips touched his crotch。
〃Hey； I did everything I could last night to get you to。。。 you know。。。
make love to me。 I'm still horny； Simon。〃
The pain in his temples was replaced by a dizziness as blurred images
of the scene he witnessed on the patio at The Landing came back to him。
Melisa's silky legs were wrapped around another man。 Another man's huge
hands were squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she furiously leaped up and
down on him。 Another man's tongue was probing her open mouth in an eager
kiss。 Simon closed his eyes in torment。 Was it all just a bad dream？ Did
he only imagine that Melisa had sex with someone else last night？ His
wife mistook his confused look as a sign of a hangover。
〃Do you want something for your headache； or how about some
breakfast？〃 Melisa asked as she slipped out of bed and threw her robe
on。 〃Maybe after you're feeling better； we could。。。 mess around。〃
〃Mess around？〃 Simon said； then mumbled under his breath as she walked
out of their bedroom； 〃That's not what I'd call it！〃
Melisa was right about one thing though； Simon was experiencing the
worst headache of his life。 It had been a long time since he went out
drinking with the guys； and now it was time to pay the piper。 His
stomach did a sudden flip…flop； and he made a mad； stumbling dash for
their bathroom。
On his knees in homage； Simon had no offering for the porcelain god。
His belly was empty。 All he could do was listen to his gut wrenching
prayers as they echoed around in the rotund bowl； making his head pound
that much more。 His stomach began hurting from the violent convulsions
it was going through trying to present anything in praise to the short；
white deity he was kneeling in front of； but it had nothing to give。
Like a rejected beggar； Simon bowed his head and implored the powers to
be for mercy。 The icy…cold； ceramic altar was soothing his forehead when
his silent petition was answered。 The toilet seat came crashing down on
the back of his neck。
〃Oh； honey； are you okay？〃
Simon turned toward the compassionate voice he heard； and looked up
through the hallow…like hole above his head。
〃My； oh； my！ Don't we look green。〃 Melisa said and then started
laughing。
〃It's not funny！〃 Simon groaned； half in anger； half in self pity。
〃From where I'm standing； you look funny。 Here；〃 Melisa said as she
grabbed her husband's arm and helped him to his feet； 〃get back to bed。
You'll need to sleep this one off。〃
After making him take some asprin with a full glass of orange juice；
Melisa tucked her husband into bed like a little boy。
〃JESUS H。 CHRIST！ GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED！〃 came the shout that woke
him up。
〃Leave me alone！〃 Simon grumbled； not bothering to open his eyes to
see who was there。
〃Hey； Mel； you got any coffee made？〃 Simon's best friend Bob； yelled
out。
〃It should be ready in a few minutes。〃
〃Come on； those muskies are practically dying to jump in the boat；
LETS GO！〃
All Bob got was another tortured grunt。
〃Did Simple Simon have too much to drink last night？ Does his little
head hurt？〃 Bob teased。
〃ASSHOLE！〃
〃PUSSY！〃
〃Double asshole！〃
〃Weekend Weed Whacker！〃
Simon opened his eye