Chapter 06
Melody and Jim visit a Casino
The taxi ride home from the restaurant had been terribly frustrating because she wanted him but couldn't do a thing about it. She couldn't face telling him she had very nearly given a stranger a blow job in the restaurant as it would be just so degrading. Yet the narrow escape had left her feeling so aroused she desperately needed him.
It was difficult to tell whether the terribly naughty incident was firing her up or she was behaving like a slut. Melody had been told too many times she was a slut while under the influence of hypnosis that it was taking a hold of her. If she asked Jim to try and break this shameful state she might have to tell him what happened with that stranger. She simply couldn't face that.
Melody was thankful she had been ordered to speak normally as usually she was unable to utter a word except in response to her young master. As soon as they got through the front door she was at last able to tell him what she wanted although still hypnotised. "Jim, please, I need you." She blurted out. It was shameful but it was impossible to hold back. "Your slut needs you so badly."
He grabbed a hold of her bottom in both hands to pull her close and kiss her deeply. He was no longer looking after her for her husband or just for convenient sex he had fallen in love, even if this moment was driven by lust. While exploring her mouth with his tongue they tore each others clothes off. At the foot of the stairs he dragged her down where in a tangle of clothes and limbs they copulated like wild animals.
She yanked the crotch of her panties aside and took hold of his rock hard penis. There was no need for foreplay he simply sank into her yielding flesh piercing her roughly. She pulled her legs up wrapping them around his waist, bucking up at him in a frenzy of passion. The sounds were feral guttural grunts and groans meaning nothing but reflecting the wild passion of their thrusts.
They both knew each others bodies so well the climax was synchronised unconsciously with none of the gentle play of young lovers. This was the red hot heat of madness driven by a hunger for an orgasm. This was the true meaning of being turned on, with only a one way switch.
Melody gripped hard as though squeezing every last drop of passion from his body, needing it to fulfil a burning desire. He had succeeded as she knew he would. She felt him filling her with his seed of life and felt reborn. A glorious glow of satisfaction began to develop into a delirious happiness.
Jim felt spent, deflating upon her body sinking into it wanting her soft flesh to engulf him. He nuzzled her breasts knowing they would be sensitive so licked them and sucked them gently. The wild beast had trotted away leaving behind a human compassion caring more for her than his own life.
Hand in hand they stumbled up the stairs to shower where they soaped and caressed their tired bodies. He patted her body dry and in turn she towelled him, not wanting to be parted in the after glow of an emotional togetherness more magnetic than sex.
Cuddling in bed like innocents they murmured sweet words to each other until the seriousness of sex subsided enough for them to laugh. "I want to lick and blow into your ears. Your cute nose is so kissable. Your full lips are so biteable. You are so delicious I want to eat you up. Terramazoo." He whispered in her ear.
"What?" She giggled feeling young and alive as though rejuvenated from an injection of his youthful sperm.
"It's an Italian desert." He said.
"I know but what does it mean?"
"I love you more than my favourite desert."
She laughed but the little word sobered her. She was a married woman and that word reminded her that she had broken a sacred promise to be faithful to one man. She had worked out Angus had set up this arrangement so he could escape to fulfil an ambition. The death of his mother had driven him into thinking this might be his last chance when the opportunity arose with Jim turning up.
She still felt guilty and it showed on her face. In case he saw the pain she drew his head to her breast not wanting him to ask questions. At that moment she realised he must have said the phrase earlier to release her from the hypnotic state. They had made love without her being hypnotised which confirmed how carried away she had been as well as how emotionally attached she had become.
This would have to stop. Angus would return some day soon. They had never had such a passionate love life, even when young newly married lovers. Perhaps each of them had been too concerned with their own needs as an only child often is. Inexperience then habit born from years together had drained the passion from their lives.
Tears formed in her eyes and dropped upon his cheek. Jim looked up into her face seeing sorrow there. "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice laden with concern.
"Just tears of happiness lover." She lied.
Jim didn't believe her but said nothing. Instead he buried his head between her breasts. When he said no more she guessed he was thinking the same thing. This thing they had was on a time limit with neither wanting it to expire.
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Melody left him sleeping in the guest bedroom for they never shared the master bedroom. Next morning she arose early to go shopping. She wondered the aisles in the usual pattern lifting cans and packets without seeing them, just dropping them into the cart.
She reasoned you could love both parents equally and if there had been siblings every one of them would share her affection. If they had been lucky enough to have children they would be different yet equally adored. So could she love two men? Had Angus thought this through or just escaped to fulfil a selfish ambition. Angus was her rock in life yet this young man was exciting leaving her feeling fulfilled, or was it just the sex?
Not wanting to agonise over the dilemma any longer she drove home. Hearing Jim in the shower she prepared lunch. Managing to keep her distance was difficult but he picked up on her mood and gave her space. So now she knew what that meant. It was as though they were a married couple settling into a routine. That evening they slept in separate rooms and behaved like respectable landlady and tenant.
Sunday evening came round after what seemed an age of quietness. Washing up the dinner plates she jumped on feeling his arms snake around her waist. He whispered in her ear, the words not heard, the sensation enough to know what was meant. She shivered at the feel of his lips on her neck producing goose bumps on her arms.
The delicious attention couldn't be passively accepted for long. "If you wanted more to eat you should have told me. I'm not a very good landlady if I'm not providing what you want." She giggled. "I guess I'll just have to be your desert, if you think I'm good enough to eat." She teased.
