But it wasn't enough. Meredith should have been all the woman he ever wanted, but Michael started to stray shortly after the honeymoon. Mostly it was ...ith women at the office or at the health club. They were short term, sex-only affairs.But Melissa was different. Although she was Meredith's best friend, she was the aggressive one. Michael had spurned her advances as early as two weeks after the wedding, but Melissa couldn't take no for an answer. Finally, Michael gave in and the two had been. He backed away from me, leaving me leaning against the door breathing heavy, covering my breasts with my arm as I picked up my tank top and fixing my lip-gloss, he spoke so quietly. ‘I’m sorry, so sorry. I’m sorry, so sorry.’ he said repeated only those four words over and over again. He sat on the couch that he was just sobbing on fifteen minutes previous to what had just happened. I stood up and walked towards him stopping to fix the crumpled up persian rug he had stumbled over making sure. The feel of her breasts on my arm and firm ass pressing against my cock was so erotic. I slid my arm out from under hers. She remained in a deep sleep. I slid her nightshirt up. Her panties were an almost see through pink. I pressed my shaft between the cheeks of her ass. Oh, that felt soooo good. I thought of waking her. Trying not to shake the bed, I slid my briefs down so I could feel my hard shaft against her panties. I kept sliding up and down against her. I saw through her nightshirt. He’d made her come with his mouth and now it was her turn to do the same. She planted kisses on his ear, then his neck, then his shoulder. She paused for a time at his chest and gave each reddish-brown nub a warm, moist nuzzle. While she was doing that, she’d let go of him and was rubbing the taught muscles of his stomach. She reveled in the movement of his skin over the toned ridges beneath. Her mouth worked its way onto each hip, into the cleft between his leg and scrotum and finally up from.