Chapter 14
The inevitable happened. Barney's doctor ordered him into the hospital for a complete rest and checkup. He had been working much too hard and the mental strain had been telling on him, too. He couldn't sleep nights worrying about his accounts and then in the morning, he couldn't seem to get started. His legs felt leaden, his eyes half closed with fatigue.
But even in the hospital, he had the advertising campaigns and proofs sent over so he could keep an eye on things. He was worth a quarter of a million dollars now and going strong; nothing was going to stand in his way if he could help it.
The doctors put him through a battery of tests, examined his blood, took urine specimens, and so on. He had chest X-rays, although he scoffed at the notion of tuberculosis in this day and age. Tuberculosis was a disease of the past, in his estimation.
The day nurse attending him was an old harridan who would stand for no nonsense, but the night nurse was a different breed entirely. She was a delectable young blond with her bosoms straining against her starched white uniform. Barney thought it would be a great idea if he could inveigle her into bed with him. Her name was Lillian Ward, and she was 23 years old and every time she bent over him, he had an erection. He especially liked it when she gave him an alcohol rubdown, her long, graceful fingers digging into his back and buttocks and thighs, the smell of the alcohol cool and odorous.
The second night he was in the hospital, he rang for her around 2:30 a.m., being unable to fall asleep. When he explained his predicament, she asked if he would like her to read to him, perhaps?
"I can think of other things that might put me to sleep quicker," Barney grinned, his loins pulsing at the sight of her white uniform in the dark bedroom.
"Such as?" she saucily inquired, her bright eyes dancing in the gloom.
"Oh, I'm sure you have an inkling of what's on my mind," Barney replied, fingering his tool underneath the bedclothes. God, he was hot for her!
"Oh, but I don't," she said, smiling down at him.
He seized her hand and brought it to bear on his erection. "Now, do you have an idea?" Barney asked, his voice hoarse.
"You're terrible," she laughed, but she let her hand rest on his penis, subtly fondling it.
"Get into bed with me," he urged.
"You're crazy," she said, "You're supposed to be in the hospital for a complete rest and that's not what I call rest. It's very strenuous, as you well know." As she spoke, her hand moved underneath the blanket and seized his naked tool. It throbbed in her soft hand like a creature alive.
"You'd better try to sleep," she urged, caressing his tool, "Sleep is the best medicine in the world."
"No, it isn't," Barney said, "Sex is." He reached out and touched her pert bosom underneath the starched, white uniform. Her breasts felt so smooth and silky and curvaceous. His tool leaped upwards under the soft touch of her hand on it. He pulled her, protesting, into bed with him and kissed her. Her breath was fresh and sweet and he mashed her ripe lips to his, his tool throbbing away like a hot engine.
"Naughty, naughty," she murmured, trying to pull away from him. But he held her tightly and began caressing her young bosom. It felt marvelous. Her nipples sprang up in response to his hungry twiddling and tickling and her breath began to come faster and faster. He reached underneath her skirt and hooked his fingers into the elastic of her panties and pulled them down about her knees as she struggled to free herself. His fingers caressed her pubic hair, and it felt so curly and silky underneath his touch. Then his index finger found her slit and an involuntary gasp of delight escaped her.
"Please," she murmured, but she was no longer struggling. She was his involuntary prisoner. His finger slowly crept up her slit and made contact with her clitoris. Now she cringed, her body bending and undulating as his finger did its magic, cunning work.
"Oh god, if the head nurse ever catches me like this, I'm through," she whispered, her breath coming hot and heavy as he probed her very core. But her legs spread wide apart to afford his finger easier entrance. She held on to his tool like grim death, squeezing it and clutching it and jerking it as his finger probed in and out. He lifted her thighs over his so that her vagina was directly over his penis. Then he fit his penis into her slit and it slid all the way in.
"You're terrible," she gasped, her teeth nibbling his ear as he pushed his tool in and out urgently. He was in an awkward position but he was so hot for her he didn't mind. Just as long as he could keep shoving his tool in and out, he was satisfied.
Then he managed to roll over on top of her in the customary position, his knees up against her round, melon-like buttocks, his tool fitting into her slit deliciously and perfectly. He began pumping away like a man possessed, and she cooperated with all her might, pushing up against his straining body.
It was only a matter of minutes before he came.
Their bodies tensed in the throes of the delicious orgasm and then clung together, quivering.
"Thank you," Barney whispered, "Now I can sleep."
She got up and adjusted her clothing. "Tomorrow night if you can't sleep, I'll get you a sleeping pill."
"The hell you will. Well use the same treatment," he grinned. And promptly fell asleep.
Barney remained in the hospital one week but they could find nothing seriously wrong with him beyond the fact that he needed a good rest. The doctors advised him to take a long vacation, but all he could spare at the most was ten days away from the office.
Amelia and he flew out to San Francisco for the ten days, although the doctors had advised him to go to some place like Miami and He in the sun. He hated Miami. San Francisco was much more to his liking. They stopped at a luxurious suite in the Mark Hopkins and dined out in a different restaurant every night. San Francisco was famous for its restaurants. They took the cable cars and gaped at the sights like tourists. Amelia shopped on Union Street for antiques but ended up, instead, with two beautiful dresses she discovered in a little boutique shop. They prowled around Chinatown and Fisherman's Wharf, rented a car, and drove over the Golden Gate Bridge to Sausalito. They drove to the various wineries in Napa Valley and tasted so much wine they got slightly inebriated. They went dancing at the Top of the Mark and admired the extraordinary view.
The weather was perfect-cool in the shade and hot in the sun. Barney had never felt better in his life. Although Amelia and he had not lived together as man and wife for months now, it was only natural that they should make love-passionate love-when they went to bed at night. At first, Amelia thought they had better have separate rooms. What was the sense in kidding each other? But Barney was powerfully sexed and he prevailed upon her to sleep in his bed. He tried every variation in the book. First, he inserted his tool between her armpits and rubbed it back and forth, deriving considerable satisfaction from this. Then he nuzzled his way between her legs, his tongue darting in and out curling around her clitoris and giving her immense pleasure. He kissed every inch of her supple body, concentrating on her breasts and nipples and vagina, his eyes gleaming in excitement. He couldn't get enough of kissing her fruity nipples and curving breasts, his tongue doing yeoman work.
Then Amelia kissed his penis all over. The sight of her lipstick stains smeared all over his penis excited Barney no end. But he didn't want to come too fast, and he pulled his penis out of her mouth.
He moved in closer until her nipples were brushing lightly against his chest and his tool was nestling between her thighs. He moved closer and closer to her, nudging his penis in and out between her thighs.
She was weaving sinuously, rubbing her nipples against his hairy chest, revolving her thighs against the insistent pressure of his penis. Her hands were around his neck, digging her nails into his neck and shoulders as she felt his tool sliding in and out between her legs. She took hold of his tool and guided it into her vagina, sighing with utter delight at the tickling sensation. He kept shoving it in and out, in and out. When he withdrew, her vaginal muscles tightened on his tool, making it even more pleasurable. When he plunged inward, her vaginal muscles relaxed just enough to permit his penis to slide in deep.
Her humping, shuddering, quivering body gave him intense pleasure. Her wet, slippery body, so ripe and voluptuous, literally throbbed under his body as he kept up the steady rhythm of his fornicating, plunging in and out of her velvety treasure trove.
Her ecstatic moaning was music to his ears. He felt passion rising high in his loins as he pumped away, crushing her full, ripe breasts against his chest, mashing the nipples flat, kissing them in his frenzy.
His right hand fondled her left breast, moving down her supple, heaving body to her slit. Her legs spread wide apart and his index finger found her slit. She kissed him hard, her tongue flickering wetly in his mouth and arousing him to even greater passion. Their tongues met and curled around each other, intermingling their saliva. Then he pulled his mouth away from hers and kissed her long, white neck, nibbling at it gently. He sank his sharp teeth into her shoulders, biting them in his frenzy.
He puckered up his lips, his teeth nibbling delicately at her wet nipples, his lips sucking away voraciously. A delicious, tickling feeling swept her entire body, radiating outward from her loins.
His tongue darted around and around her wet nipples while his hands cupped her curving breasts, fondling their twin beauties. She groped down his body and felt for his tool. It was so huge! She took hold of it and squeezed it and it throbbed between her fingers. She cradled his globes, caressing them gently in order not to hurt him because she knew how sensitive they were.
She lay back on the bed and propped her legs up on his shoulders, her slit quivering and ready for his tool to enter it. He bent down and cupped her smooth buttocks, slowly sliding his tool into her slit.
"Oh my god," she moaned as she felt the giant member pierce her very core, "It feels so goo-ood ... shove it all the way in, all the way, darling, ooooohhhh."
He pumped away with all his might, his penis slowly sliding all the way into her vagina, his hairy balls resting against her buttocks. She was moaning and groaning in her exquisite delight as she felt the monster enter into her. He would stop every inch or so, then revolve his hips around and around voluptuously and sinuously, so that his tool seemed to be in much deeper than it was. His hands were cupping her breasts, hefting them, fondling their exquisite curving beauty, the nipples growing harder and harder under his urgent twiddling.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his back and his tool sank in deeper and deeper, making a soft sucking sound as it penetrated her moist vagina. In and out he pumped slowly to derive as much satisfaction as he could for both of them.
"When I think what I've been missing all these months," Amelia moaned, her hair in her eyes, caressing his hot cheeks as he bent over her. "Do you love me, Barney, or is it just the sex?"
"I love you, you little fool," he panted, pumping away, "I would rather do it to you than any other woman in the world."
She blushed, her body trembling in the throes of their mutual passion. She was weaving sinuously, rubbing her breasts and nipples against his chest as he jabbed away into her vagina. She had already experienced three orgasms, but now she wanted the final glorious orgasm when he would come too. That was the best one of all when they both came simultaneously.
Barney pumped away until he felt he could no longer hold back another instant or he would burst. He gave one last mighty shove and his penis dug all the way into her until their bodies were like one, and he came. Whooosh! The semen spurted deep into her vagina and she groaned in her delight. He collapsed on top of her heaving body as his hot semen shot into her vagina. Their ecstasy seemed endless. Finally it passed, and they were finished.
"Now we're truly man and wife," she whispered, caressing his cheeks lovingly.
"Yes."
"And well continue to be man and wife when we get back to New York, right, darling?"
"Yes, Amelia. I promise to be a better husband."
"And I promise to be a better wife."