Chapter 11
Goss didn't leave until early Friday afternoon. We had dozed only a few hours in the night, one or the other of us waking to nuzzle and kiss cock or pussy awake. Kissing him good-bye at the kitchen door, I could see the lines of exhaustion in his face and could imagine what I must look like.
"Be careful driving, darling. Don't fall asleep at the wheel. I'll see you at the Hubbard's tomorrow night."
"I'm pooped, honey, but it was worth it. I love you. Bye."
Closing the garage door as his car backed out, I began to fear it would take me a week to recover. Tired as I was, I changed the linen on the bed, the towels in the bathroom, and tidied up the house, then flopped atop the counterpane and slept for four hours.
Somewhat refreshed, I showered again and was dressed when Jim arrived. I thought he looked as pooped as Goss had when he left.
We returned home at eight-thirty. Neither of us had spoken much at dinner. Jim had spoken briefly about the job he'd done in Milwaukee. I was silent about what I'd done at home in his absence. We undressed for bed, both of us weary. He took me in his arms and hugged me with little strength.
"Jan, honey, I've been neglecting you. Poor baby, I just happened to think this afternoon that I haven't made love to you since last Sunday."
My God! Not tonight, I thought, as he kissed my breasts, then tongued down to my sore clitoris. As his tongue licked its way into my cunt, I grew a little panicky. It's a dry hole he's working in. I had to stop him. I couldn't have come again even for Goss.
"Heh! I thought you didn't believe in cunt-lapping. Isn't that what you called it? " His head returned to the pillow.
"Yeah. That's right."
We were both asleep in less than fifteen seconds.