There's Something About Melissa
There's something about Melissa...that my girlfriend Beth and I didn't know about at first.
We met Melissa on our first day in San Francisco at a non-denominational Bible study session. She's the 29 year old woman who I wrote about briefly in my last blog. Melissa is in the middle of a nasty divorce and now she's staying with us in a hotel room that is right next to the room that Beth and me are staying in. That way, her husband doesn't know where she is and he won't bug her.
Maybe I should describe Melissa a little before I get into what we found out about her. She's a stunner – there's no other way to put it. 5 ft. 7 inches tall, a gymnast''s body, jet-black hair, green eyes, a dark complexion (mostly from a tan but she has some latina bl*ood in her), smallish but perfectly shaped breasts. She's from Redding, California, but she married off in her early 20s to that guy when he was in his mid-40s. In my mind, he took her as a “trophy wife” though she has much more to offer.
So last week Beth and me carted all our junk up to room #121 and Melissa took her stuff up to room #122 and then we all went out for a walk along Fisherman's Wharf before settling in for the evening. The next morning around 8a.m. Beth and me are snuggled up together in our bed and we hear a knock on Melissa's door.
We hear the door open and there's a little soft talk that we really can't understand except that there is a man's voice. Then out of the blue all hell breaks loose. That man starts yelling, “Get down on that bed, you fuckin' dirty rich bitch. I'm gonna fuck the god-damned shit out of you.”
Beth told me that maybe we should call the police or at least hotel management. I agreed and I reached for my phone. But then we heard Melissa screaming, “Stick that big cock up my fuck-hole, you motherfucking black bastard.” That's when we knew that whatever was going on in that room was consensual. Still, it was jarring to hear Melissa talk like that because we didn't know she was that kind of girl.
Beth and me hold each other close and we almost feel like we're eavesdropping but we are not because Melissa and the man are in full-on fuck mode and they are both yelling and screaming so loud that I'm sure everyone in the hotel can hear them. The man is yelling, “Suck my big black cock you cheating whore. Lick my asshole” and all other kinds of filth. Then their bed starts knocking against our wall so hard that we thought it would break right on through.
Finally, after over an hour, there was silence and a few moments later I hear Melissa's door open and then shut. I scurry to the window and draw the curtain a little to peak out. There's a good looking black man in his 20s, about 6 ft. 4 inches tall, and he's making his way back to his window-tinted S.U.V. and then he drives off.
Beth and me are really kind of shocked and we think it's going to be so awkward when Melissa comes in our room for our morning coffee and Bible study session because she must know that we heard her. But when Melissa knocks on our door in her nightie she acts all normal even though her hair is all messed up. We open our Bibles to study John 13&14 and we're waiting for Melissa to say something but she never does. I guess it isn't our business to pry but it's driving us crazy.
The very next morning at just about the same time there's another knock on Melissa's door. I get up again to look out the window and it is the same black man. And Melissa and him go at in again except this time they are doing anal because he's saying, “I'm gonna fuck that tight white asshole of yours. Now get in the doggy for me.” Melissa yells back, “No fucking way. Stay out of my ass.” Then the bed starts banging against our room wall again and Melissa is screaming, “Screw my asshole harder! Harder! I'm your anal whore.”
Then there's silence and the man leaves. Beth and me are thinking that surely now Melissa will apologize for the noise or something when she comes over again for coffee. So we wait for Melissa and when she walks in our room her hair is even more untidy and her nightie is ripped and she smells like sex. But, again, she doesn't say a single word.
But things can't go on like this. It's like there is a white elephant in the room that everybody is trying to ignore. Then all of a sudden Beth starts cracking up and I can't help but to join her and Melissa starts laughing and we're like three total psycho girls. Finally, I collect my wits and say in a stern voice to Melissa, “Would you mind telling us what in God's name is going on with you over there?”
Melissa says she thought we'd never ask and then she goes into a short version of her life during the past several years...
“Okay, like, my money loving husband John works in finance and he has to be at work by 6a.m. because that's when Wall Street opens west coast time. So he's usually gone by 5a.m. and I'm not up till 8a.m. and that's when I want sex but he's not there for me. So I go work out at the gym and I meet horny men and a few years ago I met this black man named Devon. One thing leads to another and it wasn't long before we got to fucking after our work-outs. We'd do it in his rig in the gym parking lot or maybe at a beach parking lot. We fuck almost every weekday. And somehow my husband found out. I think he sent somebody to spy on me because a few times I didn't shower when I got home and I think he smelled Devon's cum. After that he started calling me a cheating wife all the time and the only reason I was sl*eeping around was that he was working all the time. It got stressful and I started to drink and finally I realized I had to get a divorce and that's when he started calling me a cheating lush. But now The Lord has come into my life and I'm not drinking but the sex is very good so I'm not stopping that. So that's what's going on.”
I'm thinking to myself, okay that's cool. I might not sl*eep around on my husband but I can certainly understand where Melissa is coming from. And it does make some sense that she didn't come right out and tell us because she knows we are virgins and all of that.
Then I get this this brilliant thought and I ask Melissa, “Is that Devon man coming to see you tomorrow morning?” Melissa replies, “He sees me every morning.”
I ask, “Do you mind if Beth and me watch you two make love because we've never seen that in the flesh before?”
That's when Beth interrupts and says, “I don't want to see that. No offense, Melissa, but from what we could hear, you two weren't exactly 'making love'.”
Melissa says, “No offense taken. And you're right, we were not making love. We were fucking. And sure, Devon wouldn't mind at all if you guys watched us. So, tomorrow, when Devon gets here I'll give you two a ring and then just come in my room.
After that Beth says she's still not coming over but I wouldn't miss it for the world. Then we did our Bible study and followed that up with a jog together across the Golden Gate Bridge.
Tomorrow I'll write about watching Melissa and Devon and I did something really naughty when they were done.
We met Melissa on our first day in San Francisco at a non-denominational Bible study session. She's the 29 year old woman who I wrote about briefly in my last blog. Melissa is in the middle of a nasty divorce and now she's staying with us in a hotel room that is right next to the room that Beth and me are staying in. That way, her husband doesn't know where she is and he won't bug her.
Maybe I should describe Melissa a little before I get into what we found out about her. She's a stunner – there's no other way to put it. 5 ft. 7 inches tall, a gymnast''s body, jet-black hair, green eyes, a dark complexion (mostly from a tan but she has some latina bl*ood in her), smallish but perfectly shaped breasts. She's from Redding, California, but she married off in her early 20s to that guy when he was in his mid-40s. In my mind, he took her as a “trophy wife” though she has much more to offer.
So last week Beth and me carted all our junk up to room #121 and Melissa took her stuff up to room #122 and then we all went out for a walk along Fisherman's Wharf before settling in for the evening. The next morning around 8a.m. Beth and me are snuggled up together in our bed and we hear a knock on Melissa's door.
We hear the door open and there's a little soft talk that we really can't understand except that there is a man's voice. Then out of the blue all hell breaks loose. That man starts yelling, “Get down on that bed, you fuckin' dirty rich bitch. I'm gonna fuck the god-damned shit out of you.”
Beth told me that maybe we should call the police or at least hotel management. I agreed and I reached for my phone. But then we heard Melissa screaming, “Stick that big cock up my fuck-hole, you motherfucking black bastard.” That's when we knew that whatever was going on in that room was consensual. Still, it was jarring to hear Melissa talk like that because we didn't know she was that kind of girl.
Beth and me hold each other close and we almost feel like we're eavesdropping but we are not because Melissa and the man are in full-on fuck mode and they are both yelling and screaming so loud that I'm sure everyone in the hotel can hear them. The man is yelling, “Suck my big black cock you cheating whore. Lick my asshole” and all other kinds of filth. Then their bed starts knocking against our wall so hard that we thought it would break right on through.
Finally, after over an hour, there was silence and a few moments later I hear Melissa's door open and then shut. I scurry to the window and draw the curtain a little to peak out. There's a good looking black man in his 20s, about 6 ft. 4 inches tall, and he's making his way back to his window-tinted S.U.V. and then he drives off.
Beth and me are really kind of shocked and we think it's going to be so awkward when Melissa comes in our room for our morning coffee and Bible study session because she must know that we heard her. But when Melissa knocks on our door in her nightie she acts all normal even though her hair is all messed up. We open our Bibles to study John 13&14 and we're waiting for Melissa to say something but she never does. I guess it isn't our business to pry but it's driving us crazy.
The very next morning at just about the same time there's another knock on Melissa's door. I get up again to look out the window and it is the same black man. And Melissa and him go at in again except this time they are doing anal because he's saying, “I'm gonna fuck that tight white asshole of yours. Now get in the doggy for me.” Melissa yells back, “No fucking way. Stay out of my ass.” Then the bed starts banging against our room wall again and Melissa is screaming, “Screw my asshole harder! Harder! I'm your anal whore.”
Then there's silence and the man leaves. Beth and me are thinking that surely now Melissa will apologize for the noise or something when she comes over again for coffee. So we wait for Melissa and when she walks in our room her hair is even more untidy and her nightie is ripped and she smells like sex. But, again, she doesn't say a single word.
But things can't go on like this. It's like there is a white elephant in the room that everybody is trying to ignore. Then all of a sudden Beth starts cracking up and I can't help but to join her and Melissa starts laughing and we're like three total psycho girls. Finally, I collect my wits and say in a stern voice to Melissa, “Would you mind telling us what in God's name is going on with you over there?”
Melissa says she thought we'd never ask and then she goes into a short version of her life during the past several years...
“Okay, like, my money loving husband John works in finance and he has to be at work by 6a.m. because that's when Wall Street opens west coast time. So he's usually gone by 5a.m. and I'm not up till 8a.m. and that's when I want sex but he's not there for me. So I go work out at the gym and I meet horny men and a few years ago I met this black man named Devon. One thing leads to another and it wasn't long before we got to fucking after our work-outs. We'd do it in his rig in the gym parking lot or maybe at a beach parking lot. We fuck almost every weekday. And somehow my husband found out. I think he sent somebody to spy on me because a few times I didn't shower when I got home and I think he smelled Devon's cum. After that he started calling me a cheating wife all the time and the only reason I was sl*eeping around was that he was working all the time. It got stressful and I started to drink and finally I realized I had to get a divorce and that's when he started calling me a cheating lush. But now The Lord has come into my life and I'm not drinking but the sex is very good so I'm not stopping that. So that's what's going on.”
I'm thinking to myself, okay that's cool. I might not sl*eep around on my husband but I can certainly understand where Melissa is coming from. And it does make some sense that she didn't come right out and tell us because she knows we are virgins and all of that.
Then I get this this brilliant thought and I ask Melissa, “Is that Devon man coming to see you tomorrow morning?” Melissa replies, “He sees me every morning.”
I ask, “Do you mind if Beth and me watch you two make love because we've never seen that in the flesh before?”
That's when Beth interrupts and says, “I don't want to see that. No offense, Melissa, but from what we could hear, you two weren't exactly 'making love'.”
Melissa says, “No offense taken. And you're right, we were not making love. We were fucking. And sure, Devon wouldn't mind at all if you guys watched us. So, tomorrow, when Devon gets here I'll give you two a ring and then just come in my room.
After that Beth says she's still not coming over but I wouldn't miss it for the world. Then we did our Bible study and followed that up with a jog together across the Golden Gate Bridge.
Tomorrow I'll write about watching Melissa and Devon and I did something really naughty when they were done.
8 年 前
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