Chapter 14
After Shan hung up the phone, she smiled at Mel. "You're acting like a jealous lover. What's come over you?"
He sighed. "You know I go for you, baby. I have to share you at the parties, but not when we're alone. I don't dig another man trying to move in."
"Oh, I hardly know Tony," she said. "In fact, I didn't even recognize his voice at first, not until he told me who was calling."
Mel stared hungrily at her. "Remember I'm jeopardizing my whole marriage and everything for you. Just for you."
"Nobody's asking you to," Shan retorted. "There's the door whenever you're ready to go." She saw the hurt on his face.
"Baby, you don't really mean that, do you?"
She stood up and went to sit down on his lap and kiss him. "Oh, shut up, Mel," she laughed. "Do what we do best together. Don't spoil it with a lot of talk."
He put his arms around her, forgetting that they had had words. Everything was suddenly all right again. He slid his hand down her smooth-skinned back, his fingers rubbing along the crease of her buttocks, continuing until he stopped at the bottom of her cunt. He felt her wetness and his senses reeled.
He wanted to satisfy her, to make her forget all about the scene they had just had. He pushed her down on the divan and spread her legs apart. His hard tongue began licking the insides of her thighs. He glanced up at the impassioned look on her face, and thought to himself: The best way to this girl's heart is through her cunt!
He reached up with one hand and grabbed a handful of pubic hair, pulling upward, opening her moist slit. When his tongue entered, she moaned. Seizing a handful of his hair, she pulled him closer to her.
"Oh, Mel, you're the best. The very best."
His tongue began working faster. His jaws ached, however, because he had been doing too much of this lately. He even had a blister on the tip of his tongue.
He had always loved sex, but never had it developed into the mad pace that he had maintained for the past three months. He realized that he couldn't keep it up much longer. He had lost ten pounds and his potency seemed to be ebbing-the phenomenon was commonly referred to as being all fucked out.
He figured that he was now drinking about two fifths of whiskey a day. It took at least a pint to get him out of bed in the morning, which was a warning that he was on his way to becoming an alcoholic.
Somehow, someday soon, he was going to have to go away and rest for a few weeks, or he knew that he'd lose the one thing he had left-his looks.
He wondered how Shan kept her own looks and figure with all the booze she put away. The intake of alcohol didn't seem to bother her. He suspected that handfuls of dexedrine tablets kept her going through the day and sleeping pills at night rested her body.
There was a knock on the door just as she was about to get her rocks. Mel turned his face away from her crotch.
"Damn it!" Shan swore. "Who can that be?"
"Honey, it's me-Jennifer Laurens," someone said from the other side of the door.
"Just a minute." Shan looked at Mel. "You'd better get your robe on." She hurried over to a chair to find her pajamas and robe.
As they dressed, Shan whispered, "Jennifer goes for you. I don't want her to know we've been having sex without her."
Mel nodded.
Shan went to the door and opened it. Jennifer stepped inside. She was very attractive in a silk, flowered mini-dress and sheer nylons. Her blonde hair was carefully coiffured.
Shan closed the door behind her guest, then locked it. Jennifer spied Mel sitting on the divan. He was casually smoking a cigarette.
"Why, Mel, fancy finding you here! I was on my way home from the delicatessen and thought I'd drop by and say hello to Shan. What's going on?"
"I was so drunk last night that she let me sleep here on the divan," Mel lied, then wished that he had done better.
A knowing look came over Jennifer's face, but she concealed it with a smile. She went over and sat down next to him. Her mini-dress hiked up over her nylons, showing her garter-belt straps and a broad expanse of tanned flesh.
Martin remembered the old adage about a woman being more attractive clothed. He thought that Jennifer's legs were the most beautiful that he had ever seen. If it weren't for Shan, he could really go for her. He could even feel his prick rise up between his legs.
"Would you be a dear and bring me a drink?" Jennifer asked Shan.
The latter pushed back her hair, glanced at Mel, then smiled and went into the kitchen.
Jennifer opened her legs and faced Mel. His eyes caught a glimpse of her white thighs again. He was beginning to feel better now that he had gotten more drinks in him. He turned to her without reluctance and took her hand. "I'm looking forward to the next one," he said earnestly, meaning the next party Saturday night.
Her eyes dropped to his erection, which he was no longer able to hide. "Why, Mel, you do like me after all!" she replied. "I was inclined to think it was the money."
"No," he managed. "It's not the money. No entirely."
He saw Shan standing in the doorway with the drink in her hand. The expression on her face made him pause.
Jennifer accepted the drink. Shan picked up th bottle of Scotch and refilled her own glass. She tilted back her head and drank it all.
Mel indicated that he wanted a refill of his own.
"Do you mind if we use your bedroom?" Jennifer asked, taking Mel by surprise.
"Be my guest," Shan said coldly. She rattled her ice cubes.
Jennifer put down her glass and crooked a finger at Mel. She took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. The room was a few degrees cooler than in the living room. "Take your robe off darling," she requested. "I want to watch you while I undress."
He hesitated, thinking of Shan, then he slipped out of the robe and threw it on the floor. Jennifer started to get out of her clothing.
Before she could remove her nylons and garter belt, his reticence vanished. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her toward the bed. He pushed her down on it and began kissing her eyelids, neck, ears, and mouth.
"Wait, Mel," Jennifer laughed. "I want to get my mouth on you."
He relaxed his grip on her as her head disappeared between his muscular thighs. He could feel her lips and tongue kissing and licking his prick, could even see her golden head moving up and down. Her hands squeezed the base of his cock and drew it up. Her tongue brushed against the tip of his prick, and he felt his passion heighten.
Presently it was too much for him. He let loose with a gusher. Jennifer took all of his orgasm into her mouth until his body finally relaxed, then she put her hand back around his prick and drained his last few drops.
"That was great, baby," he said weakly.
She nodded. "We're good together, Mel. Or haven't you noticed?"
"I have," he admitted. "I honestly wish we could see more of each other. But I'm going away by myself for a while and rest. I haven't had a decent night's sleep in weeks. Those parties have worn me out."
Jennifer patted his hand. "I don't blame you. I'm sick of them myself. I have a cottage of my own up at Friar's Point. Why don't we drive up there after the party Saturday night and stay for a couple of weeks? No one will bother us. You can rest and I'll take care of you."
Mel's face brightened. "Sounds terrific. But what about Hugh?"
"Don't worry about him. I'll make him give you a paid vacation and tell him you're going to see an orthopedic specialist in the east."
"And after that?"
She smiled. "We'll see. I have money of my own. I don't need Hugh's. With the new divorce law, I can be free of him in six months. Then we could be married, dearest. You'd never have to work again-or hire yourself out this way. Would you like that?"
He took a deep breath. "That would be swell. Unfortunately, I can't get free of Donna. She ... doesn't know."
Jennifer was openly shocked. "No! I didn't think you'd keep it from her this long. When are you going to tell her?"
"I won't," he declared. "I'll go back to her ... if she still wants me."
Jennifer looked disappointed. "Then at least give me a good fucking to compensate for my trouble."
"Wait a minute," he begged. "I'm not ready yet."
"I'll get you ready," she said, and her head went back down to his midsection. An expert tongue began working him over. Within a few seconds, his prick was hard again.
When he was ready, she maneuvered her body under him. Reaching between them, she guided his prick into her cunt and wrapped her legs around his back.
Mel relaxed and concentrated on satisfying her. He began slowly, giving her a little at a time. Then he shoved himself more vigorously against her.
She responded until their stomachs were slapping together. "Mel! Oh, God, you know what Hike!"
He pounded away at her cunt until her body became still and relaxed. She had climaxed just in time-his cock was losing its hardness.
He went to sleep before she had finished dressing.