Chapter 16
Barney threw himself more deeply into his work. When Amelia hesitantly suggested that it might not be a bad idea if he were to amalgamate with D'Onofrio and Robertson, he flew into a rage. What did she know about it, anyways?
If there has been an eighth day In the week, Barney would have welcomed it He was exhausted; there were rings under his eyes and he was losing weight, but the agency was gaining more and more chents. Some of them he had stolen from D'Onofrio and Robertson, to his deep satisfaction.
But the exhausting work was taking its toll. He found it more and more difficult to get up in the morning after putting in a grueling fourteen and sixteen hour day the previous day. And it was tension every minute of the day with hundreds of decisions to make, themes to come up with, campaigns to execute, deadlines to meet.
The inevitable happened after another six months of this pace. Barney suffered a nervous breakdown.
At first, Amelia had him placed in a prestigious New York hospital, but after two weeks when she saw that they didn't seem to be doing him any good, she had him transferred to a mental hospital in Connecticut. The place charged $100 a day, but they had a nationwide reputation for excellent therapy with mental patients.
Not that Barney was that sick. He was sick all right but he had worked himself into a mental depression and what he needed most of all was a rest from the agency and its terrible demands.
An analyst visited him every day, and he underwent group therapy four times a week. In addition to which the food was excellent and the physical facilities of the hospital of the highest order.
Little by little, Barney began to mend. Amelia visited him every weekend, staying over in a hotel near the hospital. She felt terribly guilty about even thinking of divorcing him. Now that he was in trouble, she knew that she loved him and only him. Tony was only a passing fancy.
She and Barney had long talks during her visits and he agreed that he had been totally unreasonable in his insatiable desire to build up the agency and make a million dollars before he was forty. What difference did it make if he had a million dollars or $100,000? How many meals a day could he eat, how many suits of clothes could he wear? The main thing was having the woman you loved and the work you loved and not to be obsessed with this terrible drive for money and power.
Naturally, the agency had been going downhill while he was not there at the helm, but he didn't care. Not any more. He had Amelia and that was all that counted. She felt the same way about him, too.
After two and a half months, Barney was released from the hospital. They drove back to New York to their apartment. Amelia had a big "Welcome Home, Darling" sign tacked over the door. He kissed her.
"The first thing I plan to do is sell the agency. I'm through with the advertising business. What would you think if we went back to Vermont and I bought a small weekly just to keep busy, honey? Do you think that would work out all right?"
"Oh, Barney!" She kissed him impulsively.
"The kind of place where I could come home for lunch every day and have a quickie with you. Only we'd make it last. How does that sound, honey?"
She kissed him again but this time with increasing passion, her tongue intermingling with his tongue and sending sweet shivers up and down his spine. They hadn't had sex in a long time and Barney was quite ready for it. He picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
"God, have I got an erection!" he exclaimed, panting in his desire for her.
He slowly unbuttoned each button on her flowered silk blouse, caressing her curving breasts as he did so. He kissed her breasts springing out so marvelously from the flimsy mesh brassiere she wore. Then he unhooked her brassiere and pulled the straps down her white shoulders and her breasts sprang out, lovely and curving and so kissable. The nipples were so fresh and pink and round and juicy he couldn't resist planting an amorous kiss on each of them.
Amelia moaned as she felt his hot, wet lips on her nipples. The sensation was marvelous, and she knew for a certainty now she loved Barney and only Barney.
He sucked her nipples until dimples appeared in his cheeks, his tongue flickering around and around the pink surface in concentric circles, leaving a circlet of warm saliva around them.
Then he hooked his fingers in her nylon panties and pulled them down, cupping her warm, throbbing mons veneris in his eager palm. His finger slid up her vagina and she groaned in delight as he probed her very core, his finger digging in as deep as it could go up to the very knuckle. His ring grated against her moist inner flesh and she shivered with pleasure at the contact of the metal against her vagina.
"Kiss my slit," she implored him.
His lips slowly travelled down from her breasts and nipples to her flat white stomach. He buried it in her navel, then again traversed her stomach until his head was directly between her legs. He opened his mouth wide and his tongue came out and began to wetly caress her slit. His mouth sucked away on the lips of her vagina, causing indescribably delicious tickles. Then his tongue quickly slipped inside her vagina and slithered around inside while she moaned and writhed until it found her clitoris and curled around it wetly. She reached down blindly and felt for his penis, squeezing it hard in her passion.
"I want you all naked," Barney said hoarsely and he took every stitch of clothing off her. His mouth went over every inch of her lovely, curvaceous body and his hands were busy, too, clutching and squeezing and caressing. He turned her over and inserted his tongue up her backside, darting his tongue in and out until she writhed and moaned and pleaded with him never to stop because it felt so good. Her outcries only inflamed him more and he sank his sharp teeth into her plump buttocks. She cried out with the mingled pain and pleasure of his bites.
Then as he rested up a bit from his arduous sexual labors, she said, "Now it's my turn to undress you.
And she unbuttoned each button on his shirt, softly caressing his nipples until they became as hard as pellets. He loved the exquisite tickling feeling as her graceful fingers caressed his hard, quivering nipples. Then she took off his shirt and necktie and undershirt and began kissing his nipples passionately, her tongue going around and around, leaving her perfumed saliva on his nipples.
"God, how it tickles !" Barney groaned deep in his throat, "I love it, darling!"
Then he felt her hand on his fly and she unzipped it and his tool sprang up proud and erect and quivering, ready for action. She took his pants and undershorts off and leaned over his tool, opening her red mouth wide and wetly devoured the thick, curving tip of his tool, her cheeks bulging with his male flesh. Her tongue flickered around the little hole in his penis, wetly licking the bulging blue veins and shivers of delicious tickling sensations swept his entire body. Then she took one of his hairy balls in her mouth and wetly sucked it while kneading his tool with her graceful fingers. She did the same with the other ball, giving him immense pleasure.
Then she sat herself down on top of him and fit the lips of her vagina to the tip of his tool.
Balancing herself on her hands on either side of him, she slowly sank down until her entire vagina was pierced by his penis. Her eyes closed in ecstasy. She slowly lifted herself up, clenching her vaginal muscles to tighten on his dripping penis and give both of them added pleasure. She did this a dozen times as slowly as she could, then she whispered to him to get on top of her in the time honored, old-fashioned position.
She lay down underneath him, spread her legs and with her fingers separated her meaty crack to afford his penis easier entrance. Then she wrapped her legs around his strong back, locking her ankles together to urge him onwards and inwards.
He shoved his tool slowly, ever so slowly, all the way into her vagina. The mutual tickling sensation was nothing short of heavenly. Her eyes closed and she moaned and he groaned as they both pumped away. In and out, in and out he pierced her very vitals until he could hold back no longer.
"Are you ready, darling?" he whispered.
"Yes! Oh, yes!" she moaned, writhing under him, shoving her hips up against his penis as he shoved it deep into her. He came and she came simultaneously, their mutual love juices intermingling and spurting. He sank down on top of her heaving white body, shoving it in as far as it could go as the last drop of his heavenly semen ejaculated into her.
"I waited a long time for that," Amelia murmured happily, kissing him. "Do you love me, Barney?"
"Forever," he said.
THIS WAS SOME MARRIAGE....
She was weaving sinuously, rubbing her nipples against his hairy chest, revolving her thighs against the insistent pressure of him. Her hands were around his neck, digging her nails into his neck and shoulders as she felt his manhood sliding in and out.
Her humping, shuddering, quivering body gave him intense pleasure. Her wet, slippery body, so ripe and voluptuous, literally throbbed under his as he kept up the steady but frantic rhythm....