Chapter 12

It was several days following Melinda's torrid sex episode with Jerry.

She felt a little disappointed over the fact that Jerry was gone much of the time, but Melinda didn't want to stand in his way.

After all, he was a young man, and as such he should have every right to develop as many social contacts as he could. She just hoped that he wouldn't be running around with the wrong people.

One evening after Jerry had gone off on a date, Melinda was sitting around watching television, getting bored as she wondered what had happened to her husband, Dave.

She realized that by that time, a few minutes past eight, he was generally home, but she always knew there was the possibility of him stopping off somewhere and having a few drinks.

Suddenly the telephone rang. Melinda answered it, immediately hearing Dave's drunken voice on the other end of the line.

He burst into silly laughter.

"Is this my beautiful wife?" he began, after the laughter had subsided.

"Where are you, Dave?" Melinda answered coldly.

"I'm in a little bar a few blocks away from the bank. You know how stuffy the damned banking business can be, honey. A guy has to get out of the goddam place and let his hair down sometimes."

"I understand, but I'll tell you something. I really don't think that you have an excuse."

"Honey, baby," he laughed, "don't hand me any crap. I called to talk about something nice, not something dreary."

"Of course, everything's beautiful when you're drunk. But the next day when you wake up with a king-sized hangover, things are a little different."

"like hell," he erupted angrily. "I'm not the least bit drunk. Oh sure, I had a few drinks, but

I'm not drunk by any manner of means."

"I beg to differ."

"You sure do know how to hand me a lot of crap, don't you?" he growled. "I just wanted to tell you I'll be home soon."

"Whatever you do, drive carefully."

"I always drive carefully."

"But you've had a lot to drink. I don't want you to be smashed up in an accident."

"Just don't you worry about anything."

"Should I fix you any dinner? I had dinner with Jerry more than two hours ago."

"You don't have to fix a thing. Oh, you can whip up a pitcher of martinis."

"It sounds like you need something like that very bad."

"Now get off this damned sarcasm kick!" he exclaimed. "I'm sick of listening to this kind of crap. I really don't like it."

"Sorry about that."

"You don't sound it."

"I'll fix you your martinis. Now is everything better?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Dave laughed loudly. "I'm going to bring somebody home."

"Who?"

"You'll find out," Dave laughed. "I think you're going to be quite pleased. We're going to have a nice party."

"Look, I'm not in the mood to entertain," Melinda said sadly. "It's bad enough to have you coming home this drunk, dear. I'm not in the mood to take care of two people like you."

"I'm really getting pissed off at your attitude!" Dave exclaimed. "Now, honey, you'll really enjoy meeting this person. We'll have a good time! Fix those martinis and we'll be there in a few minutes."

At that point Dave hung up the phone.

Melinda sighed, then walked into the kitchen to fix the pitcher of martinis.

Before Dave arrived, she downed two quick drinks. She felt that might be the only way to tolerate what was about to occur.

She was flabbergasted when Dave opened the door and walked inside the house with a tall, willowy blonde in her late twenties.

"I want you to meet Kay Devon," Dave grinned, drunkenly.

"Hello," Kay beamed. "Gee, you're even better looking than your husband cracked you up to be."

Melinda eyed Kay coldly.

"You really are a bold one, Dave," she turned on her husband disgustedly. "You bring another woman home right in front of me and think nothing of it."

"Hang on there," Dave said. "Don't go throwing around any accusations. I'm bringing her home because she's a nice gal and I thought that you'd like to meet her."

"I met her. I feel like going to bed now," Melinda said disgustedly.

"Hang on a second," Dave growled. "Tell her that we haven't engaged in any hanky panks, honey."

Dave turned toward Kay with desperation.

"That's right, dear," Kay nodded. "Besides, I think you're cuter than he is."

Dave burst into loud laughter.

"That little barb calls for a drink," Dave said. "Let's all adjourn into the kitchen."

Dave walked over and grabbed his wife, pressing her body toward his. He kissed her lips playfully, then upon releasing her, grabbed her left hand and dragged her out into the kitchen with him.

The three of them enjoyed a drink, after which Dave threw his left arm around Kay.

He leaned forward and kissed Kay's lips.

"It's time for me to go to bed," Melinda said. "If you two want to ball, please pick a motel room."

"You upset your wife," Kay said, as Dave released his lips from her.

"Come on, honey," he called out to Kay as he got up from the chair. "I'll smooth this whole thing over."

"I'm not so sure," Kay replied. "I don't want to get caught in the middle of a domestic triangle. I like to fuck with no strings attached."

"My wife is just a little temperamental," Dave explained. "Everything will work out just fine, honey. Just give us a little time. Come on and follow me."

Kay walked a few steps behind Dave as he walked quickly into the bedroom he shared with Melinda.

When he flung open the door and walked inside, Melinda, who was lying on the bed, looked up at him and exclaimed hurtfully:

"You should at least knock."

"Honey, don't get so upset," Dave said. "I brought Kay home after describing you. She said that you're the type of woman she really admires."

"Is that right?" Melinda looked over at Kay.

"That's absolutely right," Kay smiled. "As a matter-of-fact, like I just said, you're even better looking than I figured you to be. And he cracked you up to be pretty good."

"Just what is your game, Kay?" Melinda looked at her with great curiosity.

"That's a helluva question to ask a girl," Dave laughed tensely.

"No, I think it's perfectly appropriate," Kay exclaimed. "I like you, honey. I'd like to give you lots of pleasure."

"You're a very beautiful young woman, Kay, but this doesn't happen to be my bag at all," Melinda said.

"Don't be such a goddam spoil-sport," Dave said. "Hell, I'd like to watch something like this. I've never yet seen two beautiful chicks make it, and it's high time that I did."

"So you'd use your own wife as a guinea pig?" Melinda said.

"Oh no, it's nothing like that. I just think that pleasure comes in different ways. Just like Kay said at the bar. She told me quite a bit about her feelings, and I've got to agree that she's right."

"That's so very noble of you," Melinda replied sarcastically.

"Stop trying to put me down," Dave said unpleasantly.

Kay moved slowly toward the bed. She moved her willowy body down inside it, then pushed her lips forward, allowing them to plunge against Melinda's.

Since Melinda had been engaged in an argument with her husband, she was taken totally off guard. She hadn't even seen Kay closing in on her.

Melinda did her best at first to struggle free of Kay's grasp, but soon, for some reason, she found herself enjoying the stimulating movements of the woman's lips pressing with great desire against her own.