“The Honeymoon Suite?” Melanie was shocked. “Oh, no. I couldn’t.”
“Why not? It’s a nicer room than the one you had and I’ll be able to rent it out at the corporate rate.” When she hesitated, he added, “And it’s the only available room in the hotel.”
“I’ll take it.”
“Excellent!” He stood up. “It’s actually ready now, so I’ll get you your key and you can go on up. I’ll have your bags sent over later.”
She thanked him and took the key, walking away on wobbly legs. Riding up the elevator the extra two floors to her new room, she felt light-headed and leaned against the wall for support. This can’t be happening, she thought again, opening the door to the suite. The front room was okay, a sofa, a couple of chairs, wet bar, television, nothing out of the ordinary. She braced herself for the bedroom. She turned on the light and cringed.
The bed was shaped like a heart.
Melanie immediately recalled a line from an Albert Brooks movie: “If Liberace had children, this is what their room would look like”. Well, it’s not quite that bad. But it’s close. If it has a built-in vibrator, I’m going to scream.
She went back to the anteroom and opened the curtain. The snow was coming down hard now; big, white flakes that swirled and danced like down feathers in a pillow fight. She slumped onto the sofa. In her mind, she heard Peg’s voice. Well, let’s see now, kiddo. You’re stranded in Vermont. Alone. In the Honeymoon Suite. And it’s Valentine’s Day. One year to the day since you caught your husband cheating on you. With another man.
Can your life suck any harder?
Melanie closed her eyes but she couldn’t shut out the memory, the white-hot vision of that day. She’d decided to treat her husband Paul to a little Valentine’s Day surprise nookie at his agency. Arriving just before noon, she planned to slip into his office, lock the door, and ravish him during his lunch hour. With any kind of luck, she hoped he might just recover in time to return the favor that evening.
His secretary told her that he was in a conference with Eric, his boss, and that she shouldn’t disturb them. Of course, Melanie agreed. Far be it from her to disturb Paul and Eric while they were in conference. As soon as the secretary left for lunch, Melanie opened the door to Paul’s office and walked in. To hell with Eric, she thought. He had her husband at his beck and call 8 hours a day. For the next hour, she wanted him to be all hers.
Her first thought when she entered the room and saw them was that Paul had dropped something at Eric’s feet and was bending over to pick it up. Then she noticed that Eric’s eyes were closed and he had a look of utter rapture on his face. Frowning, she moved to the side of Paul’s desk and was just in time to see Paul’s extended tongue lash the tiny slit at the end of Eric’s thick, meaty cock. She watched in horror as his mouth opened in a wide oval and engulfed the circumcised head, swallowing the shaft all the way down to the root. She couldn’t help noticing the distinct and startling contrast between her husband’s sandy-colored moustache and his boss’s dark, curly pubic hair.