"Oh… harder… cunt… suck… harder!" John commanded his phantom lover. He was almost there. He… was… almost… there.

Melissa wanted to scream. She couldn't. Something had frozen her vocal cords. She wanted to get up and flee. She was paralyzed. She wanted to turn away. She couldn't.

"Yessssssssss," John hissed. "Ride my cock, baby. Ride it… hard! Ride it… fast!"

Melissa felt a sudden gushing of wet, warm moisture from between the lips of her vagina. What in the hell did that mean?

"Oh, take it, bitch!" John bellowed with such exuberance that it somehow snapped Melissa out of her stupor. "Take it… take it… Jesus…fucking… Christ… take it!"

Melissa shuddered uncontrollably as the first giant wad of her husband's sperm was lobbed from his pulsing cock eye. The comet-like mass arched upward and outward, eventually landing in a gluey glob on the bed. That first shot was followed by another… and another… and another… and another. Thereafter, a thick paste oozed from the mouth of John's cock but didn't blast free. This latter was caught in the suction of John's still-beating hand, and was smeared over John's cum-glossed cock shaft.

Melissa turned her face back toward the ceiling. She shut her eyes. She swallowed,, finding it hard to get her saliva to move through her constricted throat.

She told herself to quit breathing so hard. She didn't want John to even suspect she had seen him. She had to pretend as if she had slept through it all.

Why were the insides of her thighs wet?

Melissa heard the sounds of her reviving husband on his bed. Shortly, she heard John leave his bed and go into the bathroom. Melissa waited for the sound of running water. She then opened her eyes, glancing to make sure that John was indeed out of the room.

Melissa ran her right hand down over her breasts. Jesus, her nipples were hard! She glided her fingers further, down over ' her belly. Her palm cupped over her pussy, her fingers curving downward between her legs.