PURE PRIMAL PASSION……A COUPLE DISCOVER – CHAPTER 4

Hallo again! Time has been extremely short lately, which seems to be an increasingly frustrating problem as I have been very keen to complete my story.

With some degree of persistence I have finally achieved my goal, and the final chapter is now ready for you. I would love you to read the preceding three chapters first, and you can find these by clicking on my name beside the story title, but if you are impatient and wanting to read on now, here is a summary of the events that brought my characters to this point.

Dean and Katie have been happily married for many years, but both feel they have slipped into something of a rut. They agree it is time for a change, and start devoting time to rekindling their passion for each other. Katie suggests Dean write a story of his deepest fantasies and post it (guess where!) and they can act it out and explore new pleasures. He does this and is contacted by Melanie, who is living alone after discovering her husband has been unfaithful with her best friend. She loves his story and asks him to write a story about her private and personal fantasies. After discussing with Katie Dean agrees, and this is where this chapter begins.

I sincerely hope you enjoy, and it brings some private pleasure to your lives. Comments as always are welcome!
XXX
Cyn


PURE PRIMAL PASSION – A COUPLE REDISCOVER
CHAPTER 4 – THE CONCLUSION


“MELANIE’S STORY – REVENGE IS THE ULTIMATE APHRODISIAC”

It had been a week since Melanie’s world had crumbled around her, and once again her mind was overwhelmed with graphic images of that perfect September day when the Twin Towers had buckled before crashing to the ground, instantly destroying thousands of innocent lives intent on nothing more than providing for their families and moving up the corporate ladder. The world had changed forever on that fateful day, and while her personal loss was not on the same scale, her sense of despair was just as complete.

She looked pointedly at her husband Peter who stood before her, unable to meet her icy stare as he appeared to carefully examine the laces on his running shoes. “It doesn’t have to end like this Mel.” He said softly, almost pleading.

“Really?” She snapped, with such vehemence that tiny beads of saliva flew from her lips. “I come home early from my conference…..happy that I’ll surprise my husband and get to spend some quality time with him….and…WHO…GOT…THE…FUCKING…SURPRISE? I….I walk through the door….and find you….with your cock in my best friend’s…..CUNT!” Tears were welling in her eyes to the point her vision was blurring, but she took a deep breath, determined not to allow him see her cry.

Peter flinched at Mel’s graphic description, but she hadn’t finished expressing her feelings yet. “So what are you saying? I should just….forgive and forget? Do you honestly think….even for a second….I can forgive this kind of…..betrayal?”

“No.” He said, almost in a whisper. “I know I’ve hurt you…very badly. And I’m so incredibly sorry….it….was such a dumb-fuck thing to do! I…just can’t bear the thought of losing you….and I’ll do anything to make it up to you, just…tell me what to do….please!” He managed to look up briefly, but the look on her face only confirmed his fears that this wasn’t going to end well.

She took another deep breath before locking her eyes on his. “I’ve thought about this…a lot!” She assured him. “It was bad enough that you went outside our marriage….you do remember our wedding vows don’t you, because I do! But the reason I can never forgive you is that you were unfaithful with my best friend, at least I thought Beth was, and you had to do it….IN OUR FUCKING BED!” Now it was Peter’s turn to look as though he was about to burst into tears. “And I know if I hadn’t come home when I did, you would fuck her again when you had the chance, and you’d both go on deceiving me, while you were laughing at my trusting stupidity and making your devious little plans behind my back. Do not insult my intelligence by telling me this happened by accident! No wonder Beth rang me and wanted to know all about my trip, and even said we’d have to catch up when I got back! Let me make this crystal clear for you. WE ARE DONE…OVER…FINISHED! I want you out of my house, out of my life, and gone forever! You can take all of your shit, and you can have the fucking bed as well because I haven’t slept in it since, and I never will again, and THAT’S IT!”

She derived a miniscule sense of satisfaction when she saw two tiny tears rolling slowly down his cheeks, and walked past him and flung the door open, her intentions blatantly obvious. His head dropped as he walked through, turning briefly with an imploring look on his face before he thought better of it, and trudged away. She slammed the door with every ounce of her strength and a picture crashed to the floor, the glass shattering on impact.

She stumbled to the couch and collapsed, unable to hold back for another second as tears streamed down her cheeks and her body heaved uncontrollably as she cried her heart out. She had no idea how long she lay there, sobbing, shattered, her life in tatters. The tears finally stopped, perhaps because she felt completely and totally drained and had nothing left, and she managed to stand and walk slowly over to the liquor cabinet. She threw some ice cubes in a glass before drowning them in scotch, and the raw alcohol burned down her throat and into her stomach before the soothing warmth overcame the shivers trembling through her lithe body.

Her mind replayed the events of the last week once again, as though she was watching a video on fast-forward. Images of her husband’s betrayal quickly leading into the ferocious fight that followed, as she attacked them in a flurry of screaming scratches, punches and kicks until Peter and Beth scooped up their clothing and ran naked into the corridor outside the apartment. She had remained locked inside for the next two days, the door chained and repeated calls to her cell rejected or ignored. On Monday she had found the strength to get dressed and go to work, her colleagues curious and delighted when a massive bunch of flowers arrived, until they saw her read the card, then tip the delivery boy twenty dollars and tell him to send them back.

This led to the inevitable questions which she somehow managed to sidestep, until the work day ended and she headed for the relative sanctuary of home. Peter came round later, spending twenty futile minutes knocking and pleading for her to talk to him, until he finally slipped a note under the door and left. She ripped it into shreds without reading it, and finally fell asleep on the couch.

The next morning she checked her emails for the first time in days, and was surprised to see several from Beth. She deleted them all, and then decided to send one of her own. “Hi Bitch.” She typed. “I have no idea what was in your emails, nor do I have the slightest shred of interest as I have deleted them, but I do have one message for you. If you ever try to contact me again or if I even see you on the street, once of us will be in hospital and the other will be in Police custody. I hope you enjoyed fucking my husband, because while I did love him, I always felt he was useless in bed. You are nothing more than an unpleasant memory, but I take comfort in knowing they all fade away in time.”

As bad as things were, it was the nagging, cancerous doubts that were the most difficult to deal with. “Oh God!” She had groaned aloud. “Dear God, what is wrong with me? Am I so unattractive, or so bad in bed…..that my husband would choose my best friend instead of wanting to make love to me? Oh fuck! WHY?????”

A tiny voice from deep in her subconscious attempted to reassure her, telling her it was not her fault and she shouldn’t blame herself for her husband’s infidelity, but the doubts persisted and defied any attempt to silence them. Somehow she managed to dress and go to work, but she found little solace there as she struggled to complete the simplest tasks. The days dragged on until Friday came round, and she took a small measure of comfort in knowing for the next two days she was free of the well-meaning attempts of her co-workers to cheer her up.

She closed the door to her apartment and threw her bag on the coffee table, looking around ruefully. “Well Mel, it’s just you and your close friends for the weekend. What would you like to do tonight?” A deafening silence followed, and she poured a glass of scotch, though this time she decided it was prudent to dilute it with Coke. She sat and sipped for a while, until she jumped to her feet so quickly she almost spilled her drink. “Fuck it!” She exclaimed to surrounding walls. “There’s no point sitting here getting drunk, I’m going out to see if I can find some fun!”

She turned the iPod player on and cranked up the volume until it reverberated through the apartment, before stripping off as she headed for the shower. The taps were wrenched on and she immersed herself under the steaming water, washing her body and hair before she turned the flow down and shaved her legs and underarms, and then decided to trim her pussy hair. She was almost done when she looked down and surveyed herself, and smiled as she stroked the razor carefully over her thin strip until every trace of pubic hair had been removed. “It’s time for some changes!” She thought to herself as she toweled dry and then picked up the hair dryer and a brush.

An hour in front of the make-up mirror followed, until she was satisfied she looked like a girl who was ready for action, before she started rummaging through the closet for something suitable to wear. Several dresses were selected and discarded, before she came across a white mini dress she hadn’t worn for years. It was so short it was barely decent, with a plunging neckline and back that made wearing a bra an impossible prospect. She slipped it on and surveyed herself in the mirror as she smoothed out a few wrinkles, remembering the look on Peter’s face the first time she had worn it. He hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off her all night, and had almost torn it from her body the second they arrived home. She couldn’t help but smile at the memory, and slipped a pair of matching white spike heels on her slim feet. A small clutch bag was quickly loaded with a few necessities and she was on the kerb outside her building hailing a cab.

Nervous butterflies were making their presence felt as the burly cab driver turned and smiled. “Where to pretty lady?” He asked as he flicked the meter. Mel considered this for a second as she had a destination in mind, in fact she and Peter had stumbled across this bar some time ago before realizing it was a biker bar where you didn’t go looking for trouble, it found you. On that night they had gotten out of there, fast, but Mel took a breath and told the driver where she wanted to go and watched his smile turn to a frown. “Umm…Maam, that’s no place for a pretty young thing like you, especially dressed the way you are. You sure you wouldn’t like me to take you somewhere else? I know some nice classy bars if you’re new in town.”

“No thanks.” She assured him, though still feeling a sense of uncertainty.

“Ok.” He shrugged as he pulled away from the kerb. “You’re the boss, but I hope you know what you’re doing!”

Soon the cab pulled up and she paid the fare, with the driver still shaking his head as he drove away. She hesitated at the door, before taking another deep breath and walking inside. This wasn’t a place where you felt the ambience and absorbed the sounds and scents; it was an immediate and overpowering assault on several of Mel’s senses. A pungent haze of cigarette smoke did a reasonable job of dimming the lighting from the bare bulbs, but did nothing to reduce the overpowering smell of stale beer and sweat. Loud, pumping rock music blared from a juke box, and the soles of her shoes crunched on peanut shells that littered the threadbare carpet, but she resisted the temptation to look down as she strode purposefully over to the bar and sat on a stool.

The barman was a massive figure of a man who must have weighed at least a hundred and fifty pounds, and his forearms were probably thicker than Mel’s legs and covered in tattoos. He glanced up at her and looked around quickly at the smattering of patrons who were gathered around a couple of pool tables. “I dunno what you think you’re doin’ here lady, but you’re in the wrong fuckin’ place. My advice would be for you to git out that door as fast as you can, before the boys see you and decide they want a piece!”

She did her best to give him a carefree smile, which was the last thing he expected. “Thanks for the advice, but I’d rather have a drink. Can I have a scotch and coke?”

He leaned against the bar and folded his massive arms across his chest. “I guess you didn’t see all the Harleys parked out front.” He sneered. “This is a biker bar so if you want whisky I can help you, as long as its bourbon, otherwise its beer.”

She came right back at him. “In that case I’ll have a Gentleman Jack…and Coke please.”

He shrugged his broad shoulders and reached up to the top shelf, slid a bottle down and poured her drink. “You dress like a working girl but sure don’t act like one, and no hooker I know orders from the top shelf. You sure you want to be here, ‘cause once these boys get started I ain’t gonna try and stop ‘em!”

She smiled across the bar at him. “Thanks for the warning, and I understand that if things get out of hand it’s not your problem, ok?”

He shook his head but gave her a knowing smile. “You got guts little lady, I’ll say that for you. We’ll see if you’re still smiling in an hour or so!”

She turned and surveyed the smoky bar, scanning the burly bikers concentrating on their next shot and the girlfriends who watched them playing while they talked and sipped from their drinks. It wasn’t long before a player moved around the table, lined up his shot, and looked up to see Mel sitting at the bar. An evil smile slid across his face as he stood up, his next play temporarily forgotten by the distraction. “Hey BJ!” He called out to solidly-built man talking to blonde in tight jeans and skimpy halter-top. “We got some fresh meat here!”

The man turned and looked at his friend who nodded in Mel’s direction, so he glanced across to the bar. When he saw Mel he grinned at his friend and casually walked over. He stood in front of her, his eyes moving slowly upward from her shoes, taking in her long, slim legs and pausing for a few seconds on her firm, braless breasts, before stopping at her face. There was no subtlety or attempt to conceal the intent of his gaze, and Mel was surprisingly turned-on as the man appraised her as though she was nothing more than a piece of meat. She felt a flush move across her face and down to her breasts, and her breathing deepened as she waited for his opening move.

“Well, look at you!” He leered. “I’m sure Carl here has already told you this ain’t no place for a pretty little lady like you.” He glanced over at Carl who nodded in agreement. “So why are you here? You meeting your faggot boyfriend or something, and decided you wanted to see how a group of bikers spent their Friday night?”

She gulped and looked up at him. “Not exactly. Actually, I kicked my faggot husband out when I caught him fucking my best friend, so I’m not waiting for anyone. I guess….I was at a loose end and thought I’d go looking…for some fun?”

A broad smile spread across his face and he looked across at the bartender. “Well I’ll be. This little piece of pussy wants to know how it feels to fuck a biker!” Carl just shook his head in amazement as BJ took Mel’s hand and dragged her to her feet. “We’re gonna use the private room Carl. Make sure we’re not interrupted!”

Carl nodded as Mel was led over to the waiting group who were now watching things play out with increasing interest. The blonde that BJ had been talking to earlier stood in front of Mel, her expression making it clear she wasn’t pleased to see her. “Who’s this slut BJ?” She asked in a defiant tone, which had Mel wondering why she hadn’t considered the possibility she’d be cutting in on another woman’s turf.

BJ merely scowled at the blonde before reaching inside her halter top and squeezing her nipple firmly until she winced in pain. The circle of bikers grinned at each other, enjoying the display of authority. “You’ve been around long enough to know who’s in charge here Tracey, and you’re stupid mouth is gonna pay for that later. This little bitch is looking for some biker cock, and we’d hate to disappoint her wouldn’t we fellas?” This question brought another round of smiles and a chorus of agreement. “Ok, members only are required in the private pool room for a club meeting. Probies can look after the girls out here. Tracey, seeing as you got such a big fuckin’ mouth you’re the designated beer-bitch, so you’d better keep the drinks coming, ‘cause I think we could get a little thirsty!”

With that BJ took Mel by the hand and led her through a door with another half a dozen bikers following close behind. The last man through closed the door and BJ smiled at Mel as he picked her up and lay her back on the pool table. “We’re gonna give you a night you ain’t never gonna forget honey!” He said enthusiastically as he roughly dragged her back until her legs were dangling over the edge of the table. The sliding movement had bunched her tiny dress up around her waist and exposed her pantiless, shaved pussy. He whistled and grinned at the other men. “Check this out fellas. This little slut has already shaved her cunt biker-bitch style. All she needs now is couple of tats!”

Laughter and a series of lewd cat-calls echoed throughout the room as BJ slid his boots off, before his jeans and shorts were thrown carelessly in the corner. Mel looked down her body and gasped at the size of his semi-erect cock, which must have measured eight inches long and continued to grow as he stroked it firmly with a huge, calloused hand. She wondered why she had put herself in such a position of risk, as there was no way she could back out now. She could give herself to these men to be used as a sexual plaything, or they would take what they wanted anyway, it was that simple. But despite her growing concerns she knew she was flushed bright red and felt the first trickle of warm juices oozing from her waiting pussy. She gazed expectantly up at BJ and he responded with a lecherous smile, his cock now firm and thick, and he moved forward and slid easily into her wet tunnel.

She closed her eyes and lay back on the pool table, giving herself completely to the sensations of the huge cock stretching her pussy as he entered her. As soon as she felt him nudging the entrance to her womb he pulled back, allowing her to close partially before he stretched her again. Soon he was fucking her steadily, a strong thrusting motion that almost pushed her back across the baize surface. “Man, this cunt is built for fucking!” BJ exclaimed enthusiastically. “Get to it fellas. This little bitch has three holes and two hands, so let’s give her what she came here for!”

Melanie felt hands all over her, and in seconds her breasts were shamelessly exposed as firm fingers roughly tweaked and stretched her nipples. She felt someone climb onto the table next to her before a slick cock head was pushing firmly against her pursed lips. Her mouth opened wide, as though someone else was controlling her actions, and a hard warm cock slid past her lips and started fucking her face firmly. Calloused hands grabbed each of her wrists and wrapped her hands around two more semi-erect shafts, encouraging her to jack them to an even harder state. For some reason she thought briefly of her husband, and actually smiled as she took the cock deeper into her throat. She wondered what he would say if he could see the hedonistic way she had willingly given herself to a group of complete strangers, before discarding the thought and giving herself back to the present.

Her first orgasm took her by surprise, both with the intensity and short time it took her to reach a breathtaking release. It normally took some time to reach her first climax, but her spray burst through her rippling pussy and coated BJ’s pounding shaft long before he was ready to join her. She came again, and again, each time her cunt clamping firmly around the rigid cock that provided such exquisite pleasure.

She could hear him grunting now, thrusting harder as he drew closer to the time he would pump his seed deep inside her, but the biker fucking her mouth got there first, roaring out loud as his thick cum sprayed deep in her throat. That cock started to soften as it slid free, and the owner grunted as he half-climbed, half-fell from the pool table. She took a deep breath and savored the taste of his cum before she looked up at BJ as he pounded her firmly. “Come on!” She squealed breathlessly. “Give it to me lover. I just know you’ve got a load of hot, sticky cum waiting in those heavy balls, so give to me, PLEASE!!! I NEED IT…RIGHT…FUCKING…NOW!!!”

Beads of perspiration were popping out all over BJs forehead as he leered down at her. “If you want a cuntful, that’s exactly what you’re gonna get bitch! Right….about….NOW!” His head snapped back and he groaned loudly as he thrust deeply and held her there, his cock pumping spray after spray of greasy fuck-juice deep in her clenching cunt.

She came again, unable and unwilling to hold back after the best fuck she had enjoyed in years. “Oh yes!” She screamed. “Fuck…yeah! That’s it BJ! Fill that cunt with hot cum!”

He was still pumping hard, his supply seemingly inexhaustible, until he had finally emptied his twitching balls deep inside her. He slid free and stumbled over to a nearby chair, collapsing into it just before his legs gave way. He smiled across at her and for the first time his face displayed the slightest trace of empathy.