The night sky bristled with stars, twinkling in their blackened canvas. Marc thought of all the insignificant lives before him, the lives yet to come. He swigged his gin. His heart pumped with irregular beats in his strained chest. He needed a break, a holiday, needed relief. He felt Belle’s soft warm hands on his shoulders, felt her slide her palms over his chest, her fingertips stroking his livid scar, felt happier than he’d ever felt in his life. Fame beckoned! Tonight, they would perform for an audience, live on air, human sealions in their bubbling hot tub. He savoured his woman’s animal scent, her husky, sexy voice, murmuring in his ear, ‘Take off your thong, honey.’
Heart pounding like a steam hammer, wincing with the muscle stretch in his torn breast, the pleasurable pain of his woman, he wriggled out of his thong, leaving it lying limp on the rim of the frothing tub. Belle climbed the non-slip steps into the spa pool, facing her man, and took off her teeny-weeny bikini top. She stood between his thighs, letting him untie her miniscule g-string, so that it hung like a ribbon, out of her crotch. Marc ripped it off. She sat in his lap, straddling him, kissing him. His face turned puce. Her breath aroused him. Sharp teeth nipped his earlobes. Soft puffy lips mouthed in his ear, ‘Shall we perform?’
His heart Ulus Escort skipped a big beat. She plied him with gin, pink gin, bitter gin. He burped wind. It was wind all the time! Belle sat in his lap. They performed, as naked as the day they were born,
‘You’re about to go live on air,’ Celine informed them in the background, ‘Ready?’
‘Yes!’ Belle hissed.
‘Okay then, on the count of ten…
10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1…’
‘And our next loving couple are Belle and Marc from Essex,’ Jessica announced, ‘Are you there, guys?’
Belle felt between her thighs, caressing her husband’s scrotal sac, swollen with his semen, ripe with sperm to create her second baby, fondling his rigid, turgid, throbbing gland, then pleasured herself on him. Marc groaned as she used her vice-like muscles, clenching him, squeezing him to bursting point. He heard her murmur, ‘Yes, we’re here. This is Belle.’
‘Hello Belle, where are you speaking from?’
Marc opened his mouth to speak, his attempt to communicate thwarted by her deep kiss. Belle broke off, panting, immersed in the throes of her exertion, pelvic gyrations, ‘We’re sitting in the hot tub downing pink gins, aren’t we, Marc?’
Her husband’s heart weakened: the combined effect of the gin, the heat, the sex, the bitter tasting Üniversiteli Escort compound stirred into his drink by the love of his life. His heart was giving out.
He just managed to say, ‘Yeah, gins-in-the-tub.’
Belle bore down on him, bouncing in his lap, gripping his shaft with her birth muscle, thrusting her rosy-pink nipples in his face, his mouth. Her face suffused with blush.
Cleft contemplated the couple, merry if not drunk, frolicking in the bubbly, hot, tub. There was no doubt in her mind, judging by the ecstasy, the fervour, laced molten honey in the sensual woman’s voice, her man’s exhausted submission. The two of them were having sex in the tub. Having sex in a hot tub, live on air! Making passionate love on her show. Playing with Jess! She tried to stay calm, tried to keep her cool. It wasn’t easy, and Jessica began to feel aroused.
‘Well, this is a first,’ she said, ‘I’ve never interviewed anyone in a hot tub before!’
Belle quickly stuffed her g-string and bikini top into her man’s mouth, holding them there, making him gag, making it impossible for him to breathe. She felt him claw her buttocks, felt him spurt his semen out inside her, his final, prolonged, deep, pelvic thrust, the limp, shrivelled retraction. Spent, shattered, subdued, he shrank inside Yenimahalle Escort her. The soluble aphrodisiac having served her well, she replied, ‘Yes, Jess, I’m ready.’
‘Do you have your absolutely right word for me tonight?’
‘Yes, Jess,’ Belle gasped, coming back down to earth, ‘My lover, Sienna, came out with the word when she saw us playing naked in the tub together under the moonlight.’
Playing naked in the tub together?
There was no-one watching in the studio. Jessica lifted the hem of her airy leaf print dress, massaged the soft inside of her smooth, paleskin bare thigh, and slipped her fingers inside her panties, ‘You play with each other, naked, in the hot tub in front of another woman, Belle?’
‘Yes, Jess.’
‘You moon in the moonlight?
‘Yep.’
Jessica closed her eyes and dreamed, imagining the couple making love in the bubbly hot tub, ‘What does Sienna say when she sees her lover, naked, fucking her husband in the tub at night?’
Belle dismounted her husband, went and sat on the rim of the tub, waggling her toes in the warm water, a tangled ivy tattoo shining on her slender back, mischief in her mad grey eyes, the blood of her dead husband on her hands. She lifted the receiver, set the speaker to silent, and uttered Sienna’s magic word,
‘Handsome, Jess. She calls us handsome.’
‘Belle, that word is so absolutely right?’
By now, Jessica’s fingers were sticky with jus. She pulled them out of her panties, took out her hands, licked them, and pressed the airy leaf print dress against her thighs.
The interview was over.