Thanks to Awhordinarygirl for editing this chapter.
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I made sure I finished up work early, bought some flowers on the way home and bounced up to my front door. Sal must gave heard the door open and came running up the hallway. Leaping at me, she almost knocked me over, kissing me and nuzzling into my neck.
"That's my boy, smelling of sweat, oil and grease and not another woman!"
I lifted up the flowers which were a little worse for wear after the greeting I had received. Sal took them from me and headed back toward the kitchen.
"Grab yourself a beer and follow me, dinner won't be long. Then we might see if you still have the energy to take care of your wife's needs!"
The table was set for two across from each other, but while Sal was plating up dinner, I moved them so we were sitting side by side. As we ate I stayed close, keeping our legs touching, holding her hand when she wasn't eating. I was telling myself it wasn't because I was guilty, but I'm not sure that was true.
After cleaning up we sat on the love seat together listening to music on the stereo while I brushed Sal's hair. We were just starting to get amorous when there was a loud knock on the front door. We weren't expecting company so we ignored it, it was probably just kids playing a prank. A short time later there was a louder, more insistent knock. Sal told me to stay while she checked. I heard the door open then a very familiar voice echoed down the hall, Melissa! Parts of the conversation filtered down to me as Sal and Melissa walked down toward the lounge room.
"Fucking airlines...they just had to change my flight! Is that so hard?"
Melissa came in first dragging her bag, Sal followed making sympathetic noises. "Oh that's terrible! Are you on a flight tomorrow?" Sal asked.
"Yes, first thing in the morning. Hello country boy, I bet you didn't expect to see me so soon!" Melissa flopped down in a lounge chair, her skirt riding up her stocking covered thighs.
"What about your insemination appointment?" Sal inquired as she sat back down next to me.
"I changed it to tomorrow! Anyway, it will be a struggle to fit any more in after the last forty eight hours!" Melissa added with a chuckle.
Sal and I didn't laugh. There was one of those uncomfortable awkward silences, which I finally ended.
"So why are you here?" I asked rudely, earning me a dig in the ribs and a rebuke from Sal.
"No Sal, that's a fair question," Melissa replied, "I was just thinking that as I was still in town...um...we might have another go at getting me pregnant."
"Couldn't you have just rang and I could have met you at the house?"
"Mum and Dad are home, it might be a bit awkward if you turn up and I take you up to my room."
"A motel room then?"
"There're two weddings on this weekend and there is not a room left in the town." Sal added unhelpfully.
There was more silence, Sal shifted on the lounge.
"We can't do it here, it's...it's not right." I said, my voice barely a whisper.
"Heh, if you're not comfortable with it that's okay but the doctor said I would be my most fertile today... It might increase the chances of this working" Melissa replied persuasively.
I was waiting for Sal to jump in and put a stop to it but she didn't.
"Sal...I can't...not here." I tried again to prompt her to object.
"Maybe it will mean you don't have to do it again..." her voice trailed off.
"Not in our bed!" I said firmly.
"Well you're not doing it in one of the girls' beds!" Sal replied abruptly.
There was more silence. Melissa got up, excused herself and went to the bathroom.
"Why would it be different if you did it here?" Sal asked quietly, "I mean it's just sex, I can change the sheets after."
"But it's our house and our bed!" Sal didn't seem convinced, "umm, Melissa's a bit...a lot...she can be really loud." I added.
"I'll take a walk! She's at her peak for Christ's sake! If you knock her up this month we won't have all this disruption again in twenty eight days." It appeared Sal had made up her mind.
"But she is just doing this to stir up trouble!"
Sal stared at me suspiciously. "Is it her that you don't trust? Or yourself?"
Melissa returned from the bathroom and interrupted before I could reply. "Sorry guys, I didn't want to hassle you. I'll just go back to Mum and Dad's." She said, grabbing the handle of her suitcase.
"No," Sal replied standing up, "I'm going for a walk, you two...just get it done." She strode off up the hallway.
"Sal?" I called after her but then I heard the front door slam and she was gone. I stared at the empty hallway then shifted my gaze to a smiling Melissa, I wanted to smack that smug face.
"Are you going to lead the way lover boy?" Melissa gloated.
"Don't start," I got up and stomped to the bedroom.
Melissa tottered along behind me in her heels. We entered the bedroom and she couldn't help herself.
"Oh how quaint," she sneered as she took in the surroundings.
I turned and made to leave. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out."
"Touché, I was joking." Melissa stepped in front of me and placed her hands on my chest to stop me. Then she used them to direct me backwards until I felt the edge of a chair against the back of my legs. "You just sit there and I'll get undressed."
I sat in Sal's make up chair in front of her dresser. Melissa went to the bedside table where there was a radio/alarm clock. She turned on the radio, changed the station to a music one and then strutted to the end of the bed. I realized why she had kept the heels on as she began to bump and grind her way through a strip tease. She had all the moves, and the attitude to match. It was no amateur routine, way too good for a local titty bar more like a table-top joint in the city. Maybe that was where she met Dave. I had no idea what she did after school, but I was fairly sure she had never been very academic.
After two songs she was down to a matching g-string and bra with stockings, and I was as hard as a rock. She came towards me and started giving me a lap dance, straddling me and wiggling her tits in my face. If I made a move to touch her, she slapped my hands away.
"No touching the merchandise!" She said in a gangster mole voice.
As the fourth song began the bra was off, as were the stockings. Melissa had freed my rampant cock from the confines of my pants and she was backed up, rubbing her barely covered pussy against it. That was when I smelt a rat, she was dragging this out hoping Sal would be back from her walk before we finished. I wondered whether there had been an airline mix up or if she had planned this from the start. Maybe I was wrong, but I didn't think she would have that underwear on to fly home.
I snapped, grabbing a fistful of that luscious blonde hair and I pushed her forwards until she was face down on the bed. With my other hand I tore the g-string from her. After climbing on top of her, I used my knees opened her legs wide. I think she was to stunned to respond at first.
"What the fuck! You're hurting me." She shrieked.
"I'm just going to fuck you like the whore you are!" I hissed menacingly in her ear.
Melissa tried valiantly to dislodge me but I trapped her arms, held them above her head and dropped my full weight on top of her. My cock was wedged in the crack of her butt so I shifted lower until it was in the right spot then thrust up savagely, slicing deep inside her cunt. She was still wet from the dry humping in the chair, so it was easy to do but the grunt that escaped her lips wasn't pleasure.
"Get off me you fucking prick!"
"That's right baby I'm a fucking prick, that's what you're putting our kids through school for. So shut up and enjoy the ride because I'm going to!"
I began thrusting, there were no moans of pleasure from beneath me, just heavy breathing that was becoming more ragged. That familiar ache came in my balls and I increased the ferocity of my assault in her cervix, causing a begrudging moan from below me.
"Oh yeah honey, here comes your baby!" I gasped as I stiffened and started shooting off inside her.
I released her arms and instead of fighting me, they stretched forward and Melissa bunched the sheet in her hands as she bucked through an orgasm underneath me. I lay on top of her for a moment as I recovered my senses then pushed myself up and off her to stand at the end of the bed. She rolled onto her side and brought her knees up to her chest in a protective reaction to my assault. She was crying, her make up running together and then dripping onto the sheet.
My anger had passed and looking down at the result, I was scared about what had I done. This wasn't me, I didn't do this shit. I couldn't believe my overreaction and felt physically sick. I just made it to the bathroom before I lost my dinner into the toilet bowl. Standing up I tucked my cock back in my pants then went to the hand basin and washed my face.
Melissa came in and went to the toilet, she had her bra and shirt back on, while her skirt was in her hands. I moved away from the basin and allowed her access to it.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled.
"Do that again and you'll be spending some time in jail," she hissed.
There was something about her manner that made me feel she thought she was back in control, as if my apology was me begging forgiveness. To a certain extent I felt my actions were as much the fault of her manipulation as my anger. I wanted to keep her off balance a little longer. I stepped up behind her, placing my hands gently on her shoulder and leaned forward as if I was about to nuzzle her neck. She rocked back against me and when my mouth was close to her ear I spoke.
"You pull that shit in my house again and next time I'll fuck you up the arse!"
Melissa recoiled away from me and she regarded me suspiciously as I left the bathroom. I got a glass of cold water from the fridge and was about to sit down when I heard the front door open. Sal walked up the hall and looked sheepishly into the lounge room.
