Terms and Submission
By Ana and Melvin Melons
A Work In Progress
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I was sitting in a row of chairs by a large window. On the other side of the glass was the airport tarmac and our plane was pulling up to the gate. We were running late, my fault. I procrastinated getting out of bed and waited until the last minute to pack before our midday flight.
Then, of course, my husband, Melvin, couldn’t help but tell the security agents, “Hail Satan,” prompting an additional security check. He’d caused a bit of a stir when he refused to be searched in private because he “Wanted them to see.”
I bent down to tie my shoe and when I sat back up he was on his way to me tying the strings to his pants. We both dressed comfortably. I was wearing a T-shirt and yoga pants, and he was in his signature purple shirt and linen pants. He looked incredible, with very little effort. His hair was up in a topknot, and mine was in a loose bun.
“Ana, I told him that I had unholy water in my ass, but he called my bluff,” Melvin shouted to me as he stepped over someone’s luggage.
I shook my head. “You were worried about missing our flight the whole way here and then you pulled this?”
He sat down next to me and put his hand on my thigh, squeezing. “I was factoring this into how much time we needed.”
Our conversation was interrupted by my phone. Lara and I had been texting non-stop all week. We had so many outings and a special girls’ day planned. We just needed to convince Melvin to keep Tate busy all day.
“Which one should I wear?” The message came with two photos of her wearing different dresses. The first was a white milkmaid dress. It was short, so short. I wanted to squeeze her creamy thighs while they were wrapped around my face until the jugs captured me. Hard pass. I have other plans for that dress.
That meant the winner was the blue sundress. It was sensible yet looked easy to remove when the time came. It had a string to tie the cleavage together which she had graciously left loose. “They look so good in the blue dress. I am so excited to pat them and watch them jiggle in a few hours.”
The speakers cracked as a flight attendant lifted the microphone. “Good morning everyone…”
I quickly switched over to my ticket app.
“We will now begin pre-boarding. We would like to invite our passengers who need extra assistance to meet us here at the gate, while our first-class passengers sitting in rows A through E prepare for boarding.” The flight attendant put down the microphone and turned to greet some passengers.
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“Let’s get ready, we’re first class.” I stood and raised the handle on my luggage.
He didn’t move. “What do you mean we’re in first class?”
I grasped Melvin’s wrist and guided him to his feet. “Tate and Lara bought the tickets. Do not get ‘too-punk-for-this-shit’ with me and start a scene. You’ve already gotten yourself on a list today. Save some for the trip home.”
He shrugged. “As long as we didn’t pay.”
We boarded quickly and took our seats in the front row. I took the window seat and watched as the rest of the passengers boarded.
Melvin reached into his bag and pulled out a game to play. They gave safety instructions and we took off. The flight was a few hours so I thought I might just take a nap.
Of course, I didn’t count on a beautiful woman staring at me from across the aisle. I met her gaze and waved. She had curly black hair and dark brown eyes. She was dressed in a silky blouse and slacks.
“Are you Ana Melons?” she whispered and I couldn’t hear her voice over the cabin noise, but she mouthed the words slowly enough for me to read her lips.
I nodded to her.
She glanced at my husband and then winked at me. She leaned over and tapped Melvin on the shoulder. “Sir,”
He looked up from his game and greeted her as if she had recognized him. “It’s nice to meet you, what’s your name?”
“My name is Tanya. I noticed you and my husband were playing the same game; I didn’t know if you would want to swap seats with me so you two can play together.”
“Fuck yes!” Melvin kissed me on the cheek and he and Tanya swapped seats. “My dude.”
Tanya’s husband looked over at Melvin, who was displaying his game for the man to see. “My dude.” The two of them started playing together and she and I were free to get to know each other.
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“It’s nice to meet you, Tanya.” I reached out taking her fingers between mine. I gave her a cheesy grin and kissed her hand.
“What a romantic.” She stared into my eyes. “I’m a huge fan.”
I tossed my hair. “I’m flattered.”
I released her hand and she shifted in her seat to face me as best she could. Tanya crossed her legs and leaned in close. “My copy of Turn the Page is basically falling apart. It’s sitting on my nightstand and next to my favorite vibrator right now.” She spoke under her breath.
I put my hand on her bare knee. “I always forget something when I fly too.”
She put her hand on mine. “My husband always buys me a new toy when we go on vacation.” She winked. “And I have digital copies too.” She tapped the back of her phone.
“Isn’t the modern world marvelous?” We shared a laugh. “What is your final destination?”
“Someplace warm with surf, seafood, and clothing optional.” As she approached the end of the sentence she became more bashful.
I couldn’t contain myself. I clapped my hands and shouted. “Are you going to a swingers resort? Is it your first time?”
Tanya shrank down into her seat.
“I’m sorry. I have low impulse control.” I looked around and no one seemed to have noticed. “They are all watching movies. I think your secret is safe.”
She relaxed. “Yes, we are, and yes it is.”
I took her hand again, remembering to whisper this time. “You’re going to have a blast. Take everything at your own pace. Be careful how much you drink and stay hydrated.”
Tanya looked around and then leaned back in. “My husband can’t wait to share me with another man. I feel like he’s more excited than I am.”
“What’s your situation?” I asked. Tanya stared back at me, confused. “Like, are you both straight?”
“Oh,” she chuckled. “I’m straight. He is bisexual.”
“It is the opposite for us. Are you into other men or is this more of his idea?” I asked
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“I’ve been with a few other men; he just hasn’t ever been there for it. He wants to be involved,” she said.
I reassured her. “Sometimes you and a friend give your husband a blowjob; sometimes you and your husband give a blowjob to a friend.”
She let out a little giggle. “Girl, when you put it that way I don’t know what I was worried about.”
I did a mock curtsy. “Happy to help. We actually went on an orgy cruise a few months ago.”
We continued to chat while the boys played. I told her about where we had been, and where we were headed. She gave me her rapt attention, and I couldn’t help but indulge. When the plane started to make its descent, she was visibly disappointed that our time together was almost over.
We pulled into the gate, and Tanya gave me a hug in the terminal after we left the plane. “We don’t have long to reach our connection. It was wonderful meeting you.” She whistled for her husband.
The two men wrapped their arms around each other. “Good game, my dude,” my husband said.
“I still have a few hours of travel if you want to play some more.” The other man released my husband and patted him on the shoulders.
“We’ll have to see what happens during the drive,” Melvin said.
I reached out and grabbed my husband by the arm.
Tanya did the same, wrapping her fingers around her husband’s wrist. “It’s time to go, you two.” As we pulled them apart their free arms reached out to one another and their hands grasped each other. Melvin let out a dramatic cry as his fingers released. “Noooooo!” Once we got them far enough apart, the melodrama ceased and Melvin was able to focus on our luggage.
Our bags were already on the carousel when we arrived. With our belongings in tow, we stepped through the automatic doors. I scanned the side of the street but didn’t see Lara. Panic started to bubble up, and I felt a tightness in my chest. What if they didn’t show up? Tate had been hot and cold for the last week or so. I squeezed Melvin’s hand and he looked down at me.
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He recognized my anxiety and wrapped me in a tight hug. He nuzzled me and pulled my cheek into his neck. One of his hands left me and I saw it raise over his head and wave.
When I followed his gaze I saw Lara standing next to a large black vehicle on the other side of the road. Melvin released me and I went running towards her. I joined a group crossing the street and broke away as soon as I could. As I got to her I opened my arms. I was surprised when she jumped and all four of her limbs encircled me.
She was small, surprisingly so. If she were standing, she would barely reach my collarbone. In sunlight her brown hair was slightly more mahogany than in photos. She was wearing the dress we had chosen for her and the same dark plum lipstick she had bought for us. Lara kissed my neck with a loud smooch then turned to look back at the crosswalk.
Melvin reached this side of the street and walked up to us. She let go and dropped to the ground before throwing herself at my husband. He caught and spun her around while she reached up, nuzzled, and kissed his neck leaving a purple lip print. The combination of seeing them together and realizing that I had the same mark on my neck made my knees weak.
“I was so nervous that you all had, like, turned around and headed home. I don’t know why,” Lara admitted.
I smiled at her and sympathized. “Girl, I didn’t see you and I had the same worry.”
“I never doubted any of you. I know how powerful my magnetism is,” Melvin bragged.
Lara slid up to the back of the vehicle and popped open the trunk. Melvin stowed our luggage, closed the lid, and the three of us got in through the rear door.
It was a large comfortable seating area, like a smaller limousine. Lara patted the seat next to herself and I snuggled up close. Melvin sat across from us and spread out.
“Gilbert, take us to the mountain cabin,” Lara spoke slowly and deliberately.
No answer came back until an AI voice came through the speakers. “Ok, I’ve plotted a path to the mountain cabin. The trip will take 3 hours and 17 minutes. I will need to stop one time to charge. Would you like to plan any additional stops for restroom breaks and snacks?”
“Let’s stop, like, once per hour. You can charge while we pee.” She looked from me, to Melvin, and then back to me. Lara fluttered her eyelashes. “How should we occupy our time?” She looked over at my husband and spread her legs wide.
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I saw his face light up and he licked his lips.
I reached over and pinched the string near the knot tied over Lara’s cleavage. I could see my husband’s eyes fixed on my hand, waiting for me to pull the string and release her breasts.
“I know you want my husband balls deep in your kitty.” I paused while she nodded excitedly. “But you have to wait for it until the right moment.”
She pouted briefly but my hands caressing her hips brought her back around.
I moved my hand away from her clothes and started touching her face and neck. My fingers trailed down, between her cleavage and over her dress to her thighs. Goose bumps rose on her skin.
My husband’s hands gripped the seat next to him and he leaned forward. He nodded his permission, steepled his fingers, and watched.
My fingers walked up her thighs until they found her bare slit flushed with heat and starting to drip.
Lara let out a soft whimper while I gently stroked her as she reached up my shirt and into my bra. She grasped my breast and pinched my nipple.
“Ooooh,” I cooed.
With our two free hands we lifted off my shirt, then she unclasped my bra and tossed it aside. My boobs spilled out and she leaned in. Her tongue reached out and licked my nipple. I felt it contract and stiffen just before her mouth encased it and suckled gently. Lara’s soft lips sent a surge of sensation down my spine and between my legs.
I tugged her dress up over her head. She released me and raised her arms. The dress came off and she was naked. Her skin was bronzed from the sun, but she had no tan lines.
Lara eagerly dove back into my chest, and I directed her to my other breast that hadn’t yet been marked by her violet lips. She licked and sucked again, easing me in before she used her teeth. The first bite came as a surprise, a little too hard, but still, a wave of pleasure surged throughout my body settling between my thighs and making my lips throb.
I ran my fingers into her long hair and pressed Lara against my chest encouraging her to continue while I worked my pants down and kicked them off along with my shoes.
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When my fingers reached between my legs, I slid them easily into my slit massaging myself as she continued to nibble and suck on my titty.
I moved my hand from her hair to her throat. I met her level of roughness and forced her head back, pulled my fingers out, and stuffed them, glistening and slick, into her mouth. She moaned her satisfaction as her tongue licked them clean.
“You taste better than I imagined,” Lara gasped.
I pulled her up to meet me eye to eye, kissed her, then finished by biting her lip. She snickered following suit and kissing me back, sinking her teeth into my lips as well. I let her have her way for a moment. She was biting my neck and ear before I grasped her by the shoulder and pushed her head down between my legs.
My fingers were in her hair again, pulling her in close as her hands spread my thighs and her mouth teased my clit.
“Let me know if she needs instructions,” Melvin interjected. He leaned back in the seat and teased his bulge as he watched us.
“She knows what I want,” I told him. I lay my head back and let her please me. Her mouth spread my lips and sucked on my clit. I pulled Lara close again and held her where I wanted her. I let her tongue bring me to the edge before I stopped her. I was not ready to cum yet.
I reached down under her arms and pulled her up onto the seat. I grabbed her breast and sucked her other nipple while I positioned her legs the way I needed them. My hands moved to her pussy. She was dripping wet, warm, and throbbing.
“Yes,” Lara moaned. “Like that, don’t stop.” My fingers reached deep inside her. She started to grind against me. As she squirmed, Lara left my palm slick, and her juices started to run down my arm. I curled my fingers and watched her body tremble as her pleasure peaked.
“Oh fuck, Ana don’t stop,” she begged me.
I did not stop. “Cum for me, cum for your goddess!” I didn’t beg; I issued a commandment.
Her voice hitched and she screamed. Her hips quivered and her arms grasped for anything to hold onto.
It was time. I lifted her leg and straddled it. I pressed my pussy against hers and started to grind. As I moved back and forth I started to apply increasing pressure, looking for her sweet spot. I brought myself to the precipice and held back until she came again.
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“Oh… my… goddess…” She spit out the praise and then climaxed again.
Her pleasure pushed me over the edge. I held my breath and my heart raced. My legs went limp and I fell backwards onto the floor as the climax rippled through my body. My breaths were heavy as I lay there basking in satisfaction.
Lara was on her back in the seat. She raised her arm to wipe the sweat from her brow and fix her bangs. Her body heaved with each breath, and I admired her breasts splayed on her chest.
“It’s been so long since I’ve had a woman all to myself,” I gasped.
“I haven’t had a woman at all in, like, forever.” Lara was barely able to get the words out.
Melvin clapped. “Congratulations to you both.” My husband helped me up into the seat.
Gilbert, how far are we from the first stop?” Lara asked.
There was a pause before the car answered. “Our first stop is in 5 miles.”
Lara gasped as she sat up. “Good. I have to pee so bad.”
“Me too,” I said, sliding my panties on. My husband handed me the rest of my clothes, and I tossed my bra back onto the floor. “I’m done with those for the day.” We pulled off the highway and into a large travel station. Lara and I jumped out and rushed inside together giggling as we bounded into two open stalls.
We washed our hands when we were through and joined Melvin in the lobby. He had picked up some sweets and drinks for the ride. When we made it back into the vehicle it disconnected itself from the charging station and maneuvered back out to the highway.
My husband opened a bag of candy and passed it around to us.
“Oh, my goddess.” Lara winked at me. “I haven’t had candy in, like, so long. Tate keeps a very strict diet. He can’t eat anything with color or flavor, and he can’t have anything before or after certain times of day. Sometimes it feels like our lives revolve around his lack of desire. Of course, he calls it ‘discipline’.” She laughed as she finished the thought.
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“That sounds miserable,” Melvin scoffed. “He’s not going to want to eat anything I cook for us and I’m not making him special meals.”
Lara closed her eyes and savored another sweet with a contented sigh. “I want to see his face when you tell him that.”
“Oh?” She didn’t answer right away, but I let the question hang.
“It’s just, like…” She hesitated and started again. “It’s just nice to see him put in his place by a more dominant man.”
Melvin and I laughed together. “Other than fucking you, that’s what I’m looking forward to the most from this weekend,” he said.
I leaned back and put my hands behind my head. “I want to spend so much time in the hot tub.” Hot water, fresh air, bubbles, and clothing optional.
My comment made my husband snicker. “At least I’ll know where to find her, already wet and naked.”
The three of us continued to chat and snack until the car maneuvered into a rest stop. The sun was setting and the air had started to cool. The vehicle parked at a charging station.
Melvin was the first one out of the vehicle and stretched as he walked.
Lara and I stood next to the vehicle. I looked around and saw a trail marker. “Should we take him down the trail? You can give him a blowjob, and we can take some pictures for Tate.”
She scanned the lot then met my gaze and I could see the lust in her eyes. “I want to get him worked up here. But I want to finish him at the cabin.”
I nodded. “That’s a fair compromise.”
She scampered off after him, hopping excitedly as she ran. She reached him and took my husband’s hand in both of hers. She pulled Melvin playfully onto the trail and they disappeared behind a copse of trees.
I pulled out my phone and got the camera ready. When I came around the corner, I snapped a picture and asked, “What are you doing to my husband?”
Her mouth was full, and I couldn’t understand her reply. Shortly after, she stopped to take a breath and spoke. “I’m not used to how thick it is.”
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On the screen was an overly plucked fancy man sitting behind what appeared to be the least functional desk in existence.
Lara untied my husband’s pants. His hands were on her back, pulling her body against his. She wiggled down, and his fingers grasped her clothing. Lara’s dress came up and off as she freed herself.
She looked from him to me. I gave her the slightest nod and she went for it. Melvin lifted his hips and she yanked his pants. They came down along with his underwear. His cock bounced as his clothing came off. If I didn’t want to see it in her mouth so badly I would have put it in my own.
As her lips kissed and her tongue teased my husband’s cock I felt my pussy throb. He let out a long sigh that turned into a moan and his hands caressed her face gently. Lara opened wide and took his whole length into her mouth. She released him with a pop and jumped to her feet. I looked at her breasts jiggling as she ran to the other room.
“I’ll be right back,” she called as she rounded the corner and ran down the stairs.
I looked over to my husband, and he gazed back at me. “You dudes worked me up pretty good earlier. I’m going to overflow her mouth.”
“I remember her promising not to let a drop go to waste.” I cooed.
Melvin giggled as Lara stomped up the steps and barged back into the room. She pursed her lips, freshly stained with a new coat of plum, and pinched her nipples before she returned to her knees before my husband.
As she got back to worshiping his cock, the political entertainer on the tv introduced Tate. “Welcome back, Tate to the Jessup Waterson Show. It’s a pleasure, as always.”
“Thank you for having me, Jessup,” Tate replied. He had a square jaw and perfectly manicured facial hair. He was large, and even in a suit you could tell he was muscular. He towered over the host and looked forward with a blank, hard stare.
Tate’s wife slurped deeply on my husband’s cock while the interview continued.
“For those of you who don’t know Tate, he’s a big deal online. His podcast is one of the most popular in the universe and he boasts that he has single-handedly turned millions of beta cucks into alpha males over his years of content creation.”
Melvin sat up. “Your husband is Alpha Tate?”
Lara started to lift her head to answer but he pushed her back down and thrust into her throat. Lara choked as she nodded between his legs. Melvin released her and she came up for air. She spit all over his dick and started to work it with her hand as she caught her breath. “Yes sir,” she said obediently.
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My husband brought our bags and followed Lara inside. She pointed to a side room, and he wheeled our luggage in and returned to continue the tour.
“You have your own bathroom. Our bedroom is on the other side. The kitchen is across the hall. There’s no food here right now. We can go shopping in the morning.” She stepped through the breakfast nook and headed up a flight of stairs.
We followed her up the stairway into a large open area. That was when I realized that this whole cabin was designed to entertain another couple. There was a small wet bar with four stools. A poker table with four chairs. A pool table with four cues. Everything came in fours, except for the bedrooms.
I zoned out and wandered over to that big window I had noticed from outside. The mountain was dark now and I couldn’t see beyond the end of the yard. The pool was a little further down the hill towards the back of the building just behind the hot tub. There was a porch below the grill and a fire pit. Down the hill, at the end of a long path, there was a small barn with tire tracks all around it.
I turned around to see Lara at the bar while my husband made her a drink. He caught my eye and waved me over, lifting a cocktail. I knew it was my favorite, a Colorado Bulldog. I pranced over just in time for Lara’s phone to chime.
“Tate’s show is on.” She hopped up from her chair and moved us to a large, heavy door. We stepped into a small theatre. There was a projector hanging from the ceiling and speakers built into the wall. “Lexus,” she started speaking to the digital assistant. “Please show us P.U.P.P.E.T News.”
Melvin let out a loud groan.
I gave him “the look” and he cut that shit out and took a seat in the middle.
“I love to ski,” he said while holding both his arms up and displaying two fingers and a thumb wiggling enticingly.
The projector flipped on and I took the seat next to his. “You won’t be skiing because she’s going to be sitting in your lap.”
Lara raised her eyebrows at me and obeyed. She dove into my husband’s open arms and snuggled into his chest.
An obnoxiously loud man was shouting about his lumpy pillows on the screen, and I did my best to tune him out while Lara’s lips made their way up my husband’s neck.
The ad finally came to an end and the show returned.
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I wouldn’t have imagined his smile could get any wider, but she had found a way. “You’ll be an expert by the end of the weekend.”
I snapped a few pictures, then leaned in for some close-ups.
Lara started using her hand, milking my husband’s cock the way I do when I want to finish him off. “He’s not going to last long if you keep that up.”
“Mind your business,” Melvin warned, playfully.
Lara released him with a loud pop. “She’s right. I want to save it for the cabin.”
My husband pulled up his pants and started to jog back down the trail. “Let’s not leave Gilbert waiting.”
I took Lara’s hand and helped her to her feet. I wiped away some spit on her chin, then gave her a deep kiss. We walked back to the vehicle together while playing an intense match of competitive grab ass. When we arrived, I politely held the door for her, grabbing one last pinch as she passed.
We got back on the road and before long the three of us had all fallen asleep.
I woke to the sound of Gilbert’s mechanical voice. “We have arrived…” There was an unnatural pause. “At the mountain cabin.”
Lara woke next and stretched. She looked over at Melvin and pointed. “Someone is ready to go.”
He was lying on his back with a full erection poking out of his linen pants. “He’s like this the entire time he sleeps. It’s great because I love dick first thing when I wake up and I only have to get myself ready.” I paused while she laughed. “At the same time, I worry because they say you’re supposed to call a doctor for an erection that lasts more than 4 hours.”
Her continued laughter woke my husband. He reached down and scratched himself then turned to look at us. “Is it time?”
“It’s time for the tour.” Lara led us out of the vehicle and closed the door behind us.
“Woah,” Melvin said.
It was a two-story modern-style cabin. There was a large porch overlooking the valley. The whole side of the building was a large window. I could see the hot tub, and a large outdoor grill that Melvin would be interested in.
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Melvin guided her back down and continued to watch. “This is fucking perfect.” He closed his eyes again and enjoyed her.
I pulled out my phone and held it up as if to take a picture. Lara caught my gaze and nodded her approval. I started snapping photos and texting them to her, making sure to get the two of them and the show in the frame.
“You’re the kind of guy who really knows what women want from a man,” Jessup continued.
Tate nodded his enormous head. “I certainly am.” His answer was brief and practically begged for a follow-up.
“And you teach men to understand women?” Jessup asked.
Tate leaned in close to the host while his wife gagged again on my husband. “I teach men how to be the kind of man that women need.”
The commentator laughed and rubbed Tate’s blazer. “Judging by the hand stitching on this suit your business is booming. Is this made by child labor?”
Tate smiled. “Only the best.”
Jessup snorted. “Sounds like there’s a lot of men out there that need your guidance.”
Lara slurped loudly still using her hand. I snapped some more photos and texted them to her.
Melvin let out a loud moan. “Send one to him.”
She paused with him still halfway in her mouth. Thick bubbly spit slid from her lips and down his shaft as she worked her phone.
Tate’s deep voice boomed through the speakers. “But not as many as there used to be. You’re welcome, ladies.”
Jessup Waterson’s mouth shot open with surprise and he mugged the camera. “So insightful.”
Lara set her phone down and returned to her worship.
Tate’s phone chimed on the TV. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it.
“Oh no, I must be a boring interviewer.” The host’s tone was jovial and self-deprecating.
Tate turned the phone so Jessup could see. “She’s getting a meal ready for me, even though I won’t be home tonight.”
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The correspondent let out a loud guffaw. “That’s a great-looking snack. My wife and I would love to have the recipe.”
Melvin started to breathe heavily as she worked her hand and lips up and down. His head thrust back. His fingers dug deep into the leather of the chair. Lara moaned eagerly to beckon him over the edge.
I got close and started recording as she coaxed him closer and closer. His moans got louder and louder until they were pleasured screams. I held the camera on her while I watched his face. His eyes shot open and he looked at me, then her.
My husband roared and my whole body throbbed. His hips thrust into her. Her fingers splayed as he pulsed between her lips. She started to back away and Melvin held her in place. His blessing was spilling out onto her lips and running down her chin. She held out her phone and snapped a selfie.
I kept recording and moved in close, cleaning her chin with my finger.
Melvin leaned back and released her head.
Lara sucked as she released him then sat up and opened her lips to display her reward. She showed it to me, then Melvin. She closed her mouth again and swallowed before reaching her tongue out towards my fingers, greedy for every last drop.
I put my fingers into her mouth one by one and she sucked them clean.
“Send that one too,” Melvin panted. “I want him to see.”
Lara released my hand and grabbed her phone.
I sat down in my chair and put my hand on Melvin’s chest as he recovered and watched the show.
“Other men instinctively know to submit to me. It’s in their DNA that a man like me is the alpha of the pack.” Tate’s phone chimed again. He raised the device to look at the message.
Jessup leaned over to grab a peek. “Looks like dessert.”
Tate cleared his throat and set the phone down. “We have better discipline than to eat sweets in my home. That’s a savory snack.” There was a brief pause as he shifted back to the topic. “When it comes to women, they can smell a man’s dominance. Deep down, whether they think it’s what they want or not, a woman needs an alpha. A man who shares his feelings and cries is nothing but a weak liberal cuck. We know that you find his softness repulsive.”
“I can’t wait to degrade him while I fuck you,” Melvin said as he recovered.
“Neither can I,” I added.
Lara climbed back into my husband’s lap and his fingers made their way to her slit. He rubbed softly at first, slowly increasing in intensity.
“Where can we find your lessons?” Jessup asked the influencer as he started to wrap up the interview.
Tate looked directly into the camera. “You can find the Alpha Tate podcast on all platforms and the training courses are on the Alpha Tate website.”
“Is he going to try to get me on his podcast?” Melvin asked as two fingers delved inside of Lara.
I watched it all intently as she let out a gasp. “I don’t know, probably.”
Melvin rubbed her clit with his thumb and by the look on her face I could tell he was stimulating her g-spot with his other fingers. My husband leaned close and whispered in her ear with an uncharacteristically deep gravelly voice. “I’m going to humiliate him in front of his audience, and then I’m going to humiliate him in front of you.”
She came for him, hard. It was the kind of moment that would live on in my spank bank forever.
To Be Continued…