Melanie shook her head, taking another deep puff of her cigarette in an effort to still her beating heart. "N-No," she managed to whisper. "I… I can't tell."
"You should confide in somebody, Melanie. I can see that you're very upset about Tim for some reason, and it's no good to keep it bottled up inside you."
"M-Maybe not, but I can't." She swallowed thickly, her mind dreamy from the effects of the marijuana and brandy. "It… It has to do with sex, you see."
"Everybody has sex lives, my dear. In this day and age of sexual freedom, sex is talked and shown everywhere you go. Look at the advertisements, the books, the movies I show at my theater. You shouldn't be afraid to talk about sex with me…"
Melanie was dimly aware of Amos Andersson touching her shoulder with his hand and draw her closer to him. His arm feels good, she thought to herself, and so comforting… She pulled again on the cigarette in her lips. The musky odor of Amos' cologne filled her nostrils, stimulating her more, and she allowed herself to be pressed close against the firm supporting chest of her employer. She lowered her head against his muscular leanness and thought wretchedly of her marriage to Tim and how he hadn't held her in such a warm embrace for an awfully long time.
Amos felt the soft, resilient flesh of the unsuspecting young wife press tightly to his own body, and her firmly ripened breasts pulsing against his chest. He let the soft strands of her honey-colored hair brush against his nostrils as he whispered to her: "Maybe I can help, Melanie… Please let me help you…"
"No," she moaned against him. "No, nothing can make it right."
"Shhh, you're getting too upset, my dear…"
"Oh, Amos, I'm miserable!" she heard herself mewl involuntarily. "I'm so terribly miserable!"
"Then tell me about it, my dear. You'll feel better…"
Then, haltingly, she found herself unable to stop from pouring out her heart to him. Even though she knew she should be more discrete about her marital secrets, she was gripped by an overwhelming urge to confess to this strong handsome man who was holding her as her father had after a nightmare. Perhaps it was his soft, reassuring voice, or the influences of the brandy and the cigarettes, but whatever was urging her on, it was uncontrollable, and she unburdened her misery to Amos Andersson. She told him in half-sobbing, broken words about what had happened to her that last night before Tim had left for New York, and the nights which had preceded it in her less-than-perfect marriage, and she even included the sordid incident in Tim's parked car when they'd been engaged. It all came out, and when she was finished, she pressed her tear-streaked face tight against Amos' chest, sobbing as though her heart was broken.
The lecherous older man stroked her hair lightly in gentle comfort, and then he stroked the satiny skin of her arm, a small smile playing across his handsome tanned features. So… just as he thought! A rutting boar of a husband, and a frigid mother! And yet, he could tell that irately Melanie was a very passionate woman beneath her surface, only waiting for the proper combination to stroke her furnace to the boiling point. And he was just the man to do it.
By God, he was… and would be tonight!
In the same tone of voice as he'd been using all along, Andersson said softly into her ear, "Don't think about it any more, my dear. Don't think about how your husband took you all those times so brutally… Don't think how he hurt you inside…"
Despite herself, Melanie was beginning to slowly experience an almost soporific dream as she remained huddled in Andersson's strong, gentle embrace. His words were soothing and hypnotic to her, and though she was aware that he was telling her not to think of what she had done and felt with Tim, the visions were more clear in her mind than ever. She didn't want to think about it, but she couldn't seem to help herself. She clutched the thin material of Andersson's shirt, finding security in his masculine nearness and the gentle stroking of his hand on her bare arm…
Andersson could feel her warmly throbbing breasts harden beneath her thin sweater, and he knew his words were having the desired effect on her mind. She was thinking about it, seeing her and her husband mentally, and the images were causing her unmistakable, if unwanted, arousal in her body. It's working, he thought gleefully. I'm going to fuck this bitch yet!
"Don't think how he would press his naked body down on yours and force his hardened penis deep up inside your tender vagina with brutal force. Don't think how he would pump up and down frantically inside you…"
Strangely, perversely, the images of Tim raping her painfully swollen pussy came back to her a hundredfold. The marijuana and brandy swirled heatedly through her bloodstream, and her nerve-ends seemed to tingle for reasons she could not understand. She could feel a taunting tendril of some unmentionable sensation creep slowly through her loins, and a strange moistness seep out from between her tightly clenched thighs to wet the soft white nylon of her panties. Her nipples were hardening under her brassiere, even though she willed them not to with all her strength. The images continued to grow of their own volition, and Amos was too close, too exciting…
"Don't think about you and Tim, Melanie. Don't think about how he was fucking you. Yes, fucking, my dear… fucking is exactly the right word to describe how he slid in and out of your sweet little cunt until he came with his sperm deep up inside you…"
Andersson could feel Melanie trembling beneath his arm, and now with other emotions than just misery and shame, he thought victoriously. Her loneliness, her physical needs, the aphrodisiac marijuana, and the alcohol in her blood were all working in harmony, on her basic sensual nature, breaking down the barriers of her false prudishness and baring the hot, wild woman beneath. He couldn't control his eagerly pulsating cock from leaping into full erection at the idea of sliding his own male hardness up inside the pussy which her husband had foolishly rejected. Damn, he couldn't wait another moment! She was breathing faster and faster with every word he cooed into her ear, and if there was ever going to be a time to make his play for her, it was right now!
Now was the time to strike!
CHAPTER FOUR
"No, Melanie," Amos Andersson whispered with rising heat. "No, don't think about how your husband fucked you. Think how much better it will be when I make love to you! No man has ever made love to you… gentle, blissful love… but I will. I'll show you – lead you – to the joys you've missed."
He pulled her on her side so that they were facing each other on the long, wide couch, and then he ground his loins tightly into hers, sliding his hand up over the soft roundness of her buttocks beneath her short mini-skirt.
"Oh, Amos, no!" Melanie whimpered into the wetness of his mouth as he leaned over and kissed her hard upon the lips. She tried to pull away from him, but she could not seem to find the energy to resist his caressing touch and delicious kiss, the evil effects of the marijuana gluing her to his arms. She squirmed against the cushion of the couch, forcing the crotch band of her panties deeper into the crevice of her inner thighs. Its smoothness excited the sensitive pink lips of her vagina. She could feel tiny throbs beginning to pulse in the little bud of her clitoris, and she bit her lower lips tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations that were slowly building up between her legs. Dear God, what was happening to her?
Her alcohol and marijuana-dazed body stiffened as she felt her handsome employer begin massaging her softly trembling buttocks from behind. As he ground his loins harder against her, his mouth still locked wetly to hers, she gasped and held her breath, feeling the rising hardness under his pants pressing into her own unwantedly moistened genitals. She clenched her eyes tightly shut, fighting her new unquenchable passions, but the soft fingers of his hand nipping teasingly against her inner buttocks and the hardness of his pulsating penis grinding into her loins brought further moans of helpless submission to her lips.