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The more lustily she swayed, the more aroused Tony got; and finally holding back no more, he opened his trousers and let his cock penetrate her deeply. His arms encircled her torso, his hands finding her breasts, eagerly fondling them, as he moved in and out of her willing body in long slow pulsing thrusts.
"Oh, my god," Melanie suddenly gasped, and her body tensed, moving against his fingers that had reached around to toy with her clitoris.
He thrust harder still against her, his cry of finality surrounding her with its wild exuberant song.
Then, almost weak from the climax, they tumbled into the chair, a pouf of dust from the old piece rising into the ray of sunlight that made their sweating bodies gleam.
In time, Tony was awake enough to lick Melanie's ear.
"You want to get me started again," she whispered softly.
"Why not?" he asked.
"I thought you were busy," she reminded him.
"I am, with you," he said.
She didn't argue. They took a little more pleasure from each other before Tony finally stood up.
"I fixed you lunch, just came up to tell you," he said. She was a divine mess, he could start all over again, but he wouldn't this time.
"Is it turkey or ham?" she asked.
He looked at her puzzled. "Roast beef," he said, "from last night."
"Ah!" she said.
He couldn't figure why she was smiling so.
"A private joke," she explained, "I'll tell you at lunch. Be down in a few."
Tony smiled, self satisfied, and walked out.
Chapter Nine
"So Melanie, what do you think now," Tony asked. It was two weeks since their last spanking foray, two weeks of busy activity on the house, and two weeks of almost marital bliss.
"Quiet," Melanie replied. "No hammers, no buzz saws."
"Is that all?' Tony was proud of the work that had been done, the restoration complete. It worked out easily with Melanie's cooperation. For a change, Tony was able to keep his wife from becoming consumed by the project. Just a few threats of a turn over his lap had seemed to keep the peace. Now that the last of the workmen was finally gone, Aunt Daisy's house was looking like a sparkling jewel, set high on its own hill.
"I can't really say anymore," Melanie said looking up at the attic windows, to the very top of the magnificent structure.
"Well, it's time to celebrate," Tony announced. "We'll have champagne in the gazebo. How about that?"
"Okay," Melanie answered, though the comment was hardly enthusiastic. Her look was faraway, her eyes uncommonly vacant.
"Mel, perhaps we should talk," he suggested.
"About what?" she said indifferently.
"About you, right now, this strange mood you're in."
"I'm not in a strange mood," she answered. "Maybe I'm just overwhelmed."
Tony watched his puzzling wife as she went inside the house, still looking very odd. He shook his head in wonder, trying to figure what was going on in her mind.
Melanie opened the door of the attic, immediately smelling the sweet musty smell of old things. It pulled her back in time once again; she was instantly drifting off as she could so easily do each time she entered this inner sanctum.
