Chapter 24: Thursday, Feb. 16, 2023

The Business Suit.

Melanie retraced her steps from Monday, this time creating a business-like look with modest jewelry and a business suit appropriate for the office job she hoped to land, with Jacob’s help. Since her wardrobe was as dilapidated as Amy’s, she picked up some casual outfits for herself as well.

Jacob and Amy had spent the day together, doing some reading and learning a couple of new letters of the alphabet. Melanie returned home with several large bags of new clothes. Which she insisted on modeling, outfit by outfit, for Jacob.

Finally, Amy lost patience. Melanie was standing naked by the bed, having stripped off all the pieces of the last outfit. Jacob had carefully arranged his dick under the blankets to be undetectable by Amy.

“Mama, you’re naked again!”

“Yeah, we talked about that. So?”

“You’re naked again, and I’M HUNGRY.”

“Oh, sorry, Baby. I’ll get dressed and make dinner. Go wash up and put out the plates and forks.”

Jacob grinned as Melanie dressed. “Dinner first, romance later.”

“Yes, that’s married life. Having second thoughts?”

“Not a chance, sweetie. In my mind’s eye, you are always naked, and perfect.”

“Aww. For that remark, I’ll try not to burn your food.”

Romance Later.

By 9:00, Amy was asleep. Melanie was back to being naked, thrilling Jacob. He was surprised to see her put a towel on the bed.

“I’ve been thinking, my love. I don’t want you writing epic poems about my ass. What I really want, is your cock IN my ass. What do you think?”

“Is water wet? OF COURSE I want that. You’ll have to do all the work, though.”

“Don’t worry, I’m all prepared and slippery, ready for action. You just lay there and look pretty, and think smutty thoughts. Yep, that’s right. Look at that gorgeous hardening cock. It wants to crawl right up into my asshole, doesn’t it?

“The whole time I was making dinner, my pussy was dripping. When I was alone in the kitchen, my hand was inside my waistband, rubbing my clit.

“Let me show you, I’m going to hover over your face. See my wet lips? See my little clit sticking out? How about you give me a few licks? Ooh, yeah, that’s good, right there.

“Ready for door number two?”

Jacob made a strangled noise of assent.

Melanie repositioned and slipped him inside the back door.

“Oh, fuuuuuck!” cried Jacob, relatively softly.

“Shh! Don’t wake the baby,” Melanie reminded. She leaned over him and bobbled her tits in his face. She was learning his quirks and kinks as the days and nights passed. Melanie bounced her hips against his quadriceps (the muscles in the front of his thighs).

Their relationship had started with just those little cards, it seemed so long ago. But now, they were inseperable. Of course, at this particular moment, any separation was very unlikely.

Melanie picked up her pace, wanting him to come before her own leg muscles gave out. That was just the right thing, Jacob, was close, closer, then she felt his semen surging into her bowel in full spurts.

The thing about anal sex, it can be messy. No, not that way, if you prepare. But Melanie rolled off him on to the towel, with her anus gaping open enough that Jacob’s come was leaking out of her, so the towel was important.

“Whoo! Jacob, we need to do that again. But not tonight, it’s too much strain on my legs. You liked it?”

“I really need a lot more metaphors. You know how much I liked it. I liked it like bears like honey. I liked it like politicians like money. I can’t go on, I just want to hug and kiss you and tell you that I love you, Melanie.”

“I love you too. See you in the morning, Jacob.”