"I get to wash you too," she said poutily. But the only part of him she wanted to bathe at the moment lay beneath the waterline. It was long, and tapered, and when her fist closed around it, it felt rather hotter than the bathwater in which the two of them sat for the first time in her life she was sorry the tub was so large. She wanted to snuggle and be snuggled.
Dave's cock was growing rapidly when she eased into his arms. It was nice to be this cozy, this close, to another warm body, a loving body. She kissed his neck and squeezed his cock.
"You want to hurt him, don't you?" he said. Melinda stiffened. "In fact, the reason you want to hurt him is because you're still pretty hung up on him, right? That's the only reason anybody ever want to hurt anybody else."
"It isn't true at all," she replied. "I just want him to know. Why, my God, I haven't even thought of him since…" And she stopped, knowing that it was a lie. She'd thought of nothing but her husband ever since she'd learned of his unfaithfulness. No matter where she was, what she was doing, the image of Neil was strong in her mind. How would he feel, what would he think, what might he be doing…
"Well, so what?" Melinda sat up, snooty and aloof.
Dave cupped her tit. "So you figured you'd do a little stepping out, show him the evidence, let him know you're onto him, too, then see if you can save the marriage on a basis of new trust and honesty. Is that about it, Melinda?"
She nodded. "I guess I had something like that in the back of my mind." Melinda narrowed her eyes and stared at him. "So now I suppose you're not going to help me. With that tape, I mean."
"Oh, you bet your ass I'm going to help you. I'll write my name in cum on your belly, if it will do something. The way I figure it, kid, if your husband would dump you, then you can kiss his ass goodbye. He's gone, solid gone."
"Anyway… you've gotten the prowling habit now, and that's something you don't loss. Even if he does ditch the other girl, comes back onto the old straight and narrow, he'll stray again, and so will you. Fact is, you'll both be better off if you call it quits now. Let him go to Kathy, and you… you won't have to look. I'll be hanging around, and waiting."
"You'll have a long wait," Melinda replied, almost believing hr own wards.
"Maybe so," Dave agreed. "I've been wrong before but you show him thorns taps tomorrow night, and then you come down to my office on Monday morning. I've got a shoulder you can cry on, a bed you can sleep in, a cock…"
She put her finger across his lips. He was getting to her. If she didn't shush him right now, she might start believing him. "Well," she invited, "hadn't we better rehearse? For the taping, I mean?"
His answer was a hot kiss that pulled her atop him, with a lot of slopping and splashing of water. But his cock was up again, and she arranged her lap slip him into her snatch. Tomorrow she'd have the answers to her dilemma. She'd know if Neil wanted her at all. And if he didn't, well, obviously Dave did.
But what did she want? Part of her craved Neil, and the old life that had grown so comfortable. Part of her found excitement in the idea of a life with Dave Hammett.
Or… or… why should she tie herself down exclusively to either of them? She wasn't a piece of property. Her cunt belonged to her, if it belonged to anyone at all. Why should she tie herself down to any one man? Why couldn't she be totally free – free to do anything she wanted, with anyone she wanted? God, last night had been such an eye-opening experience! She had to do it again, soon – to go out, find a man, fuck him, and then, if the mood struck, look for another, and another, and…
But as for now – her aunt eased down on him, and Dave lunged up into her. Melinda's body waked down, pressing his groin, and she wrapped her arms around him.
"Aaahhhh… fuck me, darling, fuck me!!!" she screamed, the crazy hunger dominating her snatch, her mind, her quivering body. Water splashed over the edge of the tub, soapy, sudsy water, and she bounced on Dave's loins, riding his hard stabbing pecker. He sucked at her chin, fondled her tits, and she rubbed him with her bath-wet, shining body as she milked his rod with her well-exercised pussy muscles.
Oh, it wasn't the time to worry about the future. Tomorrow she'd confront Neil, challenge him, and ask him precisely what his plans were. But today she was still a wife, a wife enjoying the thrills of the hunt and she wanted only to be fucked – here in the tub, later on her bed, on the floor, on the Goddamned kitchen table, if the mood struck her.
She wanted to be fucked like a bitch in heat, and she wanted to come like a river overflowing its banks, like a giant dam bursting at the head of a narrow valley. There was so much lost time to make up for, and she had to regain every wasted second. "Oh fuck me fuck me fuck me," she gasped over and over as she rode him, and her writhing body, echoed the plea. This moment of passion was the only thing worth living for – she'd always known it, but not so truly as he knew it now, and no matter what course her life might take tomorrow, she we certain that would never truly matter.