A Murder Misstery Epilogue

Panting from the exertion, I rolled off him and snuggled up against him again, entwining my silken legs in his. "When's the last time you made it twice like that?" I whispered, nibbling on his ear.

"Eons," he sighed.

"Shall we go for three?" I giggled as I played with his exhausted manhood.

"My god, Madeline, do you want to put me in the hospital?"

I played with him some more, until I could feel him stirring once again. "I promise I'll visit you every day. After all, the last time I saw you, I was the one in the hospital," I purred, blowing into his ear.

"You are incorrigible! I should have known this would happen when I turned a man into a woman...melding a man's libido with the body of a goddess was a terrible mistake. No wonder you strayed when I sent you alone to St. Martin."

"You make me sound like the Bride of Frankenstein!" I pouted. Reaching into the nightstand drawer, I found the vibrator which Jacques had packed in my suitcase the day I left the hospital. I switched it on and zeroed in on his G-spot, a place which I knew only too well...Jacques groaned when the first waves of pleasure overwhelmed his resistance, and once again he grew hard in my practiced hands. When I felt him beginning to twitch, I pulled him on top of me and wrapped my silken legs around his neck. After he entered me once again, I jolted his aching balls with the vibrator until he finally reached the point of no return, and I joined him in a Never Neverland of exquisite pleasure as my own orgasm consumed me.

This time I kept him inside me as we slowly came down to earth. "I'm sorry I was a bad girl in St. Martin," I finally said.

"I've only myself to blame. Turning you loose in that tropical paradise was a recipe for infidelity. Tell me, was your lover...younger?"

"If you must know, he was a baseball player from the USA. It was just a one-night stand, Jacques. You are a much better lover than he'll ever be," I lied. That seemed to satisfy him, and of course I didn't tell Jacques about my tryst on the airplane that morning. Some things are best kept secret.