Christmas | Erotica | Relationships
Christmas Cracker [2 of 2]
At her work’s Christmas party, Melanie decides to indulge in a revenge fuck
In Part 1, Melanie attends her office Christmas party determined to forget about what she saw on her husband’s phone. She enjoys flirting with Wesley, so they sneak away…
The foyer was empty, the tables had been cleared of drinks and canapes from the earlier meet and greet, so the Christmas tree dominated the space. It twinkled with fairy lights and was crowded with silver and gold ornaments. In a dark corner stood a 6’ cardboard poster advertising a local pantomime, Puss in Boots.
Melanie moved away from the door, feeling a frisson of anticipation and nerves. She knew she was taking a crazy risk, but anger made her reckless. When she thought back to the string of suspicious messages that Gary had omitted to delete from his phone, a mess of furious disappointment flared inside her.
Julia — that was her name. It seemed appropriate, as a bitchy girl called Julia had also made her school life a misery.
“I can’t stop thinking about that night after the conference …”
Melanie shook her head, trying to rid her sub conscious of the messages she’d read earlier that evening. Their implication made her gut twist in a sickening way.
She bit a nail. What she was getting into? Melanie wasn’t sure she had the stomach for betrayal, even if Gary did. But when Wesley burst through the door, her knees went weak from the sheer beauty of his chiselled features. The cut of his dark suit enhanced his physique and his loosened bow tie, hanging in 2 shaped strands either side of his open top button, made him James Bond delicious — just the right side of dishevelled.
“In that dress Melanie, you’re a luxurious gift I am longing to unwrap.” Wesley’s low voice rumbled through her, scattering any doubts to the far corners.
“Are you always so charming?” she smiled up at him. His dark eyes sparkled again in that sexy way and she leaned in, catching tendrils of a citrus and woody fragrance.
“I’m not being charming, I’m being honest. You look fabulous and I’m betting what’s underneath is even hotter.”
Instead of answering, Melanie tilted her head, presenting her mouth for him to kiss. It was soft and slow at first, a pressing together of soft pillowy lips, but intensity built as they explored one another, tongues dancing and tangling. Her head began to spin making all restraint drop away. She ground her hips against him and he responded with his large hands, which cupped and squeezed her buttocks, pulling her in closer, if that was possible.
Insinuating her slender fingers between the buttons of his dress shirt, his skin was warm and nectarine smooth and she longed to feel it against her own.
“This isn’t very private,” he murmured into her hair before nipping at the sensitive skin beneath her ear.
She broke their embrace to look around. The pantomime hoarding caught Melanie’s attention and she dragged Wesley to the shadowy corner where it stood.
“Might this shield us?” she asked, biting her bottom lip and giggling; Wesley wore smears of her damson lipstick on his ebony skin.
“I hope so.” He pulled it forward a little and they ducked behind, thus creating a tiny dark cubicle away from prying eyes.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me!” Wesley groaned as they broke off from kissing to fondle each other, finding ways to touch and tease without removing their clothes.
“I’m getting some clues,” Melody smirked, running manicured nails around the bulge of his cock.
She pressed her knee forward, taking his hand in hers to guide it up her silken, stocking-clad thigh. He needed little encouragement and was soon stroking her buttocks through her panties. She groaned into his mouth as he continued to kiss her. She sucked on his probing tongue while yearning to suck the girth of his cock. Desire pooled, hot and liquid against her knickers while her breasts grew heavy.
Pulling aside the edges of her lingerie, Wesley began to stroke and swirl against her moist labia. Melanie was carried away by the magic of his fingers. She continued to tease him, her dragging nails flicked his nipples under his shirt, but her concentration suffered under his skilful ministrations. Their arousal was intensified by the illicit nature of the moment. Her clitoris almost hummed for attention.
“These are entirely in the way,” she whispered and, using both hands, she dragged her knickers down her legs.
Wesley nudged her thighs apart and she complied happily, wanting to feel his long fingers penetrating, to stroke into her depths and become glossy with juices.
“It was just a moment of madness,”
The words of Gary’s reply to Julia mocked her own act of abandon.
Determined not to think about her cheating husband she unbuttoned Wesley’s fly to reveal his cock. Trapped behind tight boxers, making a damp patch of precum, its magnificent head burned under her questing fingers. Her pussy throbbed in excited response. Squeezing him experimentally before circling her fingers around his girth, she heard Wesley moan quietly.
He pressed against the wall. Spilling one breast from its confines he strummed her nipple with the pad of his thumb. He worked at her pussy til she was breathless. She felt like a rag doll, limbs heavy with longing. Wantoness made her press against his hand, silently asking for more, deeper, everything.
“What goes on tour stays on tour.”
Another message fragment danced behind her closed eyes.
“Fuck me Wesley,” she breathed, determined to sweep it aside with her current desires.
“With pleasure, my goddess,” Wesley responded, hooking up her leg to gain better access to her soaked pussy.
She, in turn, fumbled with boxers and flies until his cock sprang free, swaying with menacing intent towards the heat of her. Tearing a condom wrapper open, he sheathed himself before letting the tip of his member nudge her swollen clit. His first thrust buried him half way into her heat and it spread her wide. Melanie gasped with delight and satisfaction.
“More, I want all of you!” she spoke in urgent, hushed tones. They couldn’t be interrupted now, she was desperate to be filled by him.
Wesley did not disappoint, he drew back, locking eyes with her and this time he thrust to the hilt.
“Unnnf!” Melanie was incoherent with lust.
Her back slammed against the cold wall but Wesley’s strong arms held her up. With one stockinged leg wrapped round his hip, she pressed her heel to hold him close while he jack-hammered them both towards a climax.
Unfortunately each driving thrust of Wesley’s cock seemed to loosen another scrap from the trail of betrayal she’d discovered in her husband’s unlocked phone. As Melanie’s body climbed towards release, tripping on the thrill, the irony of these stolen moments was not lost on her sub conscious.
“This can’t happen again …
I don’t want to jeopardise my marriage …
We need to keep things professional …
Please don’t contact me any more.”
When her abdomen and cunt pulsed and contracted with a powerful orgasm she gasped with mixed emotions and a tear squeezed from the corner of her eye. She grasped Wesley’s firm buttocks and pulled him against her as his hot seed spurted into the condom.
They held each other close as climactic tremors ran through them, twitches and throbs of release which rendered Melanie satisfied and sad in equal measure.
Wesley lowered her to the floor and knelt in front of her. He raised her dress to press a tender kiss against her labia, before holding out her jettisoned panties for her to step back into. As they adjusted their clothes he looked pensive.
“Is this a one-off?” he asked softly.
“Yes. It has to be,” Melanie nodded.
“I get it. “ He picked up her left hand. He kissed her palm and her wedding band glinted in the light from the tree.
“My husband … he played away,” she gulped. It was hard to say.
“And you wanted to get even?”
Melanie nodded, now she felt ashamed.
Wesley tilted her chin to kiss her gently, sweetly.
“Thank you for using me. I don’t regret being your revenge fuck,” his smile made her stomach flip.
“I’ll go first, you might want to re-apply your lipstick.” With one last cheeky grin he was gone.
As the door swung open, she heard the music from the disco. A song by Sam Smith and Normani was playing.
“Look what you made me do, I’m with somebody new
Ooh, baby, baby, I’m dancing with a stranger
Dancing with a stranger.”
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