Mickey moved his mouth down to Debbie's' tits. He started to suck on one of her nipples as he moved his hand to her other tit, just to get that one started. She thrust her hips up off the bed, grinding her naked cunt against his hard cock.
He took the time to look up at her, and he could see how she had her eyes closed and how she was smiling. He bit on her nipple for a second, and she licked her lips.
Then he moved his mouth to her other nipple.
It was good to have a wife you could come home to and fuck, he thought. Debbie was always hot and ready for him, and that was good, especially on days when Stella, his secretary, was out with a cold.
Stella was a hot fuck too, Mickey thought. He loved her wicked red hair and her thick red nipples. She had a cunt that always seemed to be on fire, for that was how hot she always was as he slipped his dick into her.
But Debbie was just as good, even after ten years of marriage and two kids. Her pussy was still nice and tight, and Mickey knew why.
His was the only cock she had ever had. She had been a virgin when he married her, and she was so old-fashioned, that he knew she never would have dreamed of cheating on him. Besides, once, he had gotten really angry at her, pretending to suspect that she was cheating, just to see what she would say.
She had started to cry, begging him to believe that she hadn't cheated.
Of course, that had just been a ploy to see what she would do. With two kids to take care of and a house to run, she wouldn't have time to cheat, and he hadn't thought she had anyway.
Just thinking about her cunt was making him hungry for it, so he bypassed her other nipple and moved right down to her pussy.
Debbie spread her legs and pushed her cunt up a little. Mickey slipped his hands under her buttocks and cupped them, prying her buttocks apart every so often and moving his fingers to her puckered ass-hole.
He started to kiss her pussy, and he could taste her sweet flavor. He stuck his tongue in deep, and she thrust up harder.
As he looked up at her, he noticed the blonde hair on the bed. He suddenly bit on her cunt as he reached for the hair. Since both he and Debbie had black hair, he knew it had to be someone else's.
"You bitch," he screamed, holding it in front of her face. "Now who the fuck does this belong to? And it better be good..."
CHAPTER ONE
All the pleasure rushed out of Deborah Walsh's body. She had been going along so well with her husband Mickey. He had been licking her, and it seemed as if she was just on the peak of climaxing when he bit her cunt.
Then he started to wave that threatening hair in front of her face, and that was when all the pleasure did a fast fade.
She sat up, her large tits bouncing up and down, then reached over to take the hair. She knew whose it was, and she had been thinking of telling Mickey all about it. However, now, as she looked at the rush of red coloring in his face, she knew that he was mad. When he was mad, he could sometimes be a little hard on her.
"I have no fucking idea whose hair this is," she said, and she brought it close to her eyes for better inspection. She also wanted to get a whiff of it, just to see if it was a pubic hair or a hair from his head.
Mickey pulled his arm back, threatening to hit her. She fell back on the bed, thinking that if he tried, she would miss the blow. He took that as the perfect opportunity to climb up on her belly, and he sat there, straddling her, with his heavy balls resting just a few inches below her big, heaving tits.
His arm was still pulled back, and as Debbie opened her eyes to look at him, she cringed in fear. He had hit her only a few times during their ten years of marriage, but never had his anger been as great as it seemed to be now. She knew that if he hit her with this much rage inside of him, he might go so far as to break her jaw.
"All right, you bitch," he said to her, and he pulled on her stiff brown nipple until it throbbed with pain. "Don't tell me you have no fucking idea about whose hair this is. Have you been cheating on me? Have you?"
All afternoon, Debbie had been thinking of coming out and telling him the truth. Yes, she had been cheating, but that was only because she knew now that he had been cheating on her for the last few years.
Perhaps he might have thought that it was okay for him to do it. Lots of husbands cheated, and they thought it was okay. But if their wives cheated, they got furious.
A year ago, Debbie would have thought that was okay, but ever since she had gone to a woman's consciousness raising meeting, a year ago, she had been thinking differently. She wasn't too sure that cheating on a spouse was right, but if a man could do it to his wife, then there was no reason a wife couldn't do it to her husband.
She had just been with Rod that afternoon, while the kids were in school. After he had left, she knew it was time to tell Mickey.
And she had been planning on it, but when her husband had .come home that night, he had been a little upset. Work had been hard that day, and after two drinks to relax him, he was a little drunk.
It seemed senseless to bring up the subject during dinner while the kids were there and he was drunk, and after the kids had been put to sleep, Mickey had made himself another drink. Then he had gone upstairs to watch television in bed.
Somehow, Debbie hadn't been too sure if bed was the right place to tell him, and she didn't have to decide, anyway. For as soon as she had laid down beside him, he had opened her robe and had mounted her.
He had fucked her quickly, and she had had a mild orgasm. It was nothing like her orgasms with Rod had been that afternoon, but she knew that her husband had just fucked her for some kind of tension release. She couldn't complain either as he started to lick her nipples and then eat her pussy.
As he had been eating her pussy, she had been thinking of Rod. She had been thinking of finally letting Mickey know that she was becoming a liberated housewife and she was going to have some flings, too.
But then, he had found the hair.
If he was this outraged about a single pubic hair which made him suspect she had a lover, he would certainly be even more furious if he knew for sure.
So Debbie knew right then and there that she couldn't tell him, but he was still looking at her and trying to find some explanation for the hair. He grabbed it back out of her hand and held it up so he could make out the color in the light, just to check. He had a little bit of hope that perhaps he had seen it wrong in the light, and that maybe it was black after all.
"No, this is surely blonde," he said to her. "Blond, do you hear me? And I want an explanation for it, Debbie."
"Mickey, I don't have an explanation for it. Maybe it's from the dog."
"Don't try to con me with that shit. You know that Ralph never comes upstairs. He's content to lie around in the kitchen and the living room. Besides, this hair looks like it's from someone's pubic patch. Whose?"
As he mentioned the words 'pubic patch' it seemed as if his anger had doubled. Debbie could see the way he was clenching his fists together, trying to keep from hitting her.
No, she told herself, I just can't tell him.
Nor could she think of an explanation. So she decided to try and appease him in the best way she knew how.
His cock was close to her tits, and she moved her hand to it and started to stroke it gently. He was already erect and at his full eight inches, so she knew that his shaft was going to be quite receptive to touch.
Mickey moaned lightly for a few seconds, and unconsciously started to thrust his hips back and forth so that he was fucking her clenched hand. She moved her other hand under his large balls and started to squeeze them. '
"Mickey, you have such a terrific cock," she said, rubbing the head of it between her tits. "You have the only cock for me. It's the only cock I've ever had and the only one I ever need. Why would you even think I'd cheat?"
She was glad that his eyes were closed now, because even though she was trying to keep her cheek from twitching, a bad habit of hers that occurred when she tended to lie, she could still feel it happening a little.
She rubbed her finger over his cock head, just to make sure that he'd keep his eyes closed. His cock head was so sensitive when he was hard.
"Now why don't you let me suck you off?" she asked him. "I'm really in the mood to taste your come, Mickey? I want a mouth full of your come."
She raised her head and flicked her tongue out over the tip of his cock. He started to climb up her body, until he was sitting on her tits.
Then he rammed his cock into her mouth, all the way to his balls. He held himself there for a few seconds, then started to thrust his way in and out.
He knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to get him sexually excited so he would forget about the hair. But it was still in his hand, and even though the pleasures of his cock were at a high, inside, he was still furious.
He was furious about the hair, and he was furious about Stella not coming to work. For he knew that if Stella had been at work, he would have fucked her at least twice that day. Then, he wouldn't have been so horny tonight, horny to the point where Debbie thought she could control him by licking his cock.
She could, too, only because he was so horny. But he knew that after she made him come, he was going to get on her case again.
"How about my balls, baby?" he asked her. "You know how much I like it when you suck my balls in your mouth. Yeah, that's the way, Deborah. That's the way. Suck those balls. Take both of them in at the same time. Yeah."
Debbie became wary as soon as he called her by her given name, Deborah. He only called her that when he was mad at her, or when something serious was brewing. She was the same way with him, calling him Mickey all the time, until she wanted to have a serious discussion and she called him Murry, his real name.
She started to suck on his balls harder, for she realized then that even though she was bringing him pleasure, it wasn't enough to make him forget the hair.
Not if he called her Deborah.
Mickey took hold of his shaft and started to jerk himself hard. He rubbed it against Deborah's nose and cheeks, and even pulled his groin up a little so that she would stretch his scrotal sack, which she was still sucking on.
He could feel his cock throbbing in his hand, and he thought that he was going to be coming any second.
Debbie sensed that by the pulsations she saw occurring right before her eyes. She pushed his balls out of her mouth with her tongue, then sucked his cock head back between her lips. She pretended that what she did next was an accident, even though it was quite intentional and served a purpose.
She started to suck his cock so hard that she was hurting him with her teeth. That made his pulsations subside quite a bit, and the urge to come diminished completely, even though the erection and the pleasure one gets from having it sucked was still there.
Debbie had done that so he wouldn't come right away, for she still needed time to think. She was going to have to give him an answer only minutes after she swallowed his come, so she just hoped to put his climax off for a while.
Mickey was well aware of the fact.
For Debbie, when it came right down to it, was an excellent cock sucker. He couldn't even begin to count how many times she had sucked his cock in their ten years of marriage, not to mention the two years of dating which preceded their marriage.
But he did know that the only time she had ever used her teeth on him like that was the first time, twelve years ago, when she was new at sucking cocks. He had told her then that it wasn't stimulating to feel her teeth on his shaft, and if she had to, she should just try to use her lips.
And she had done it that way, ever since.
Mickey thought that she was being a little obvious by using her teeth that way, especially this time when he was accusing her of being unfaithful.
So he decided to get this orgasm over with and then have it out with her.
He grabbed her cheeks and held them tightly. Then, he started to do something that he hadn't done in the longest time.
He started to fuck her face hard, ramming his cock in and out of her mouth at the fast pace he liked to fuck her with. It was the most stimulating way for him, even though he could hear her gagging each time his cock head worked its way into the back of her throat.
But he didn't care.
What mattered was his dick. He was starting to pulsate again, and he knew that as long as he kept it up at this thrusting rate, he was going to feed her face fast. She seemed to sense it and tried a number with her teeth again.
Mickey calmly slapped her in the face and told her to stop.
The power behind the one slap was enough to show Debbie that she had better stop indeed. It was a hard slap and she felt the stinging on her cheek for the duration of the face fuck.
Mickey started to moan as he felt his balls churning with come, and then he told her that he was going to feed her face.
He started to pump his come into her mouth the moment he said it. He let go of her cheeks and she pulled her head back so that she could work on his cock head with her lips and tongue. She flicked her tongue over his cock head again and again, hoping that the pleasure would be so high that it would exhaust him.
Meanwhile, her mind was still racing with a combination of fear and excitement. His come always excited her, for she loved to drink it. But the fear of what was to come afterwards was dominating everything else.
So she was still trying to think of what she should tell him, too.
Mickey started to pump his cock in and out of her mouth again, after he had shot his last load. He wanted the stimulation to continue, as long as his cock was still open for it. Eventually, when he went limp, the pleasure subsided completely.
It had been such an intense orgasm that he pulled right out of her mouth and rolled over on his side of the bed. He leaned against the headboard as he moved his hand down to his cock to rub it a little. He pulled at the sweat-filled black pubic hairs, trying to untangle some of the knots.
His eyes were closed, and when Debbie saw that, she started to climb off the bed. She thought that going to the kitchen to make something to eat was a great excuse.
Mickey felt her weight movement on the bed, and just as she started to lift her ass off, he reached for her arm and held her tightly. She could feel a throbbing around her wrist because of his tight grip.
"And just where the fuck do you think you're going?" he asked her.
"I know how thirsty and hungry you always get after something like this," she said, smiling at him as she pushed her long black hair behind her ears. "What would you like me to get you? I'm going to the kitchen."
"Stay here," he said, rather loud.
"Murry, shut up or you'll wake the kids," she said to him, and just calling him by his real name was enough to tell him that she meant business.
But so did he, and he wasn't going to let her outdo him.
He didn't let up on his grip. In fact, he twisted her arm behind her back so that she felt pain. He could tell by the expression on her face.
"You still haven't explained something to me," he said to her.
"Mickey, I'm not unfaithful to you. I'm not. Just as you're not with me."
He tried to act as calm as he could. He could have very well told her that her answer was reason enough to suspect her, but since he didn't want her to know about his extra-marital escapades, he couldn't.
There was nothing wrong with his cheating, he knew. Every man cheated behind his wife's back. That was the way of the world, because a man had a bigger sex drive than a woman. A man needed it more often. And so, it was okay, as long as the wife didn't find out. For a woman was a frail creature who wouldn't be able to take news like that.
"Look," he said, and she could sense an intensity in his voice, "I found that hair, and you haven't given me an explanation."
"Where is it?" she asked. "Let me see it again."
Mickey was about to hold it up, when he realized that he didn't have it in his hand anymore. He thought that it must have slipped through his fingers at the point of orgasm.
"I don't know where it is," he said to her, searching her pillow. "I must have dropped it. But you saw it already. It was a blonde hair, and since neither one of us has blonde hair, what do you expect me to believe?"
"You're obviously going to believe whatever the fuck you want to," she said, suddenly getting madder at him. She yanked her arm from his grip and jumped off the bed. She wrapped her robe around her body and held the belt as she turned to face him.
"Now, Mickey, just because you found one fucking hair on the bed, is that any reason to treat me like this? Is it? Is it? You're acting totally insane about the whole thing. There are a million explanations for how that hair could have gotten there."
"You haven't even named one," he said. "Just give me one."
"It's Josh's," she said, referring to her seven-year-old boy. "Josh has light hair, still, Mickey. It's his."
There was a tense silence in the room for a few seconds. She glared into his eyes to see what his response was. At first, there was only a cold stare, but then, he started to laugh a little. He spit his next words out at her.
"Do you really expect me to believe that shit?" he asked. "That hair was from a pubic patch. It's easy to tell the difference between a head hair and one from a pubic patch, baby. Whose patch was it?"
It was Rod Parker's, of course, she thought, but she could never tell him that. Rod had the lightest blonde pubic hair she had ever seen, and she loved to suck his cock deep into her mouth so that she could rub her nose through it, too.
She thought that she had changed the sheets after Rod had left, and she couldn't imagine how the hair had fallen onto the new sheet.
"Well, Mickey, I don't know what else to tell you, honey. I already said that I would never cheat on you, and if you don't believe me, I don't know what else to do."
"Debbie, I want to believe you," he said, and that was the truth.
He knew that he would have killed her if he found out she was cheating, and that was the main reason why he wanted to believe her.
"Then why don't you?" she asked.
"Because I found the hair and it was real.
What the fuck am I supposed to think when I see it lying there? What should I think?"
"I don't know," she said to him. "I don't fucking know. But I think it says something about the way you feel about me when you start to suspect something like that right away. The first thing you thought is that I'm cheating."
"I love you baby," he said. "You know that I could never love you if you weren't faithful to me. We build our marriage on our faith to each other."
He tried to sound as sincere as he possibly could, even though he had fucked many girls since marrying Debbie. But being sincere and making your wife think that you didn't was all part of the game behind actually doing it.
"Then believe that I'm trying just as hard as you are," she said. "Now if you don't mind, I'm getting something to eat. Do you want anything?"
"No," he said.
She turned around and walked out of the room. As soon as she got out, she started to run down the stairs. She was more nervous now that she had left him, for she was thinking about one particular thing. If Mickey had found one incriminating pubic hair, who was to say that he wouldn't find another one.
If she could have been careless enough to have left one lying around, then there was every chance in the world that there could have been another one.
Debbie walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. She took out a bottle of iced tea and poured herself a glass. She drank it all down, then filled it up again.
She leaned against the stove and started to think.
Rod Parker had this incredibly delicious smell to him. He wore some kind of after shave that turned her on. She wondered now if any of the pillows smelled from that particular kind of after shave.
For she was sure that Mickey was upstairs sniffing around now.
Debbie started hating Carol for even suggesting she go to the consciousness-raising meeting in the first place. She started hating Carol for having told her that it was okay for a wife to cheat on her husband, especially if she was sure that her husband was cheating on her.
"In this modern day and age, some men can be faithful to one woman," Carol had said. "But those who aren't, certainly can't expect the same from their wife. No, not at all. That's a double standard, know what I mean?"
Carol had told her that the day she had called, frantic about two things. First, she had heard about her husband from another woman, and second, Rod, the mailman, had been coming on to her stronger and stronger everyday.
After talking with Carol and thinking about what Carol had said, she had felt secure enough to invite Rod in one afternoon.
Everything else had worked so smoothly. He had talked his way into her bedroom, and had even calmed her down when she started to tremble. She had told him it was her first time with someone else besides Murry, and he had understood.
As she thought about it more, she reached for the phone. She picked up the receiver and started to dial as quietly as she could.
The phone only rang once, and she was glad that Carol picked up. She would have hated to talk to Lou, her husband, for he would have suspected that something was up.
"Carol," she said, whispering, "this is Debbie. I have to ask you something."
"What?" a brisk, deep voice said.
"Remember I told you that I was thinking of telling Mickey?"
"Yes. Oh, good, thank God you did. I think that a husband and wife shouldn't have any secrets from each other, even when it comes to another lover. Thank God that you decided to tell him." There was a pause. "You did tell him, didn't you?"
"I was thinking about it," Debbie said, perking up her ears just in case she heard Mickey coming down. "I was going to, tonight. But one thing led to another and then he found a blonde pubic hair. He got so mad, thinking that I could have been with another man, that I just couldn't tell him. Yet. But what do I tell him in the meantime?"
"The truth."
"You'd read about me in the obituaries tomorrow if I did that. I'm serious. I've never seen Mickey this mad before. But I still need an excuse."
"You called the right person," Carol said, chuckling. "You know that I'm terrific at making up lies, so here's one."
Debbie listened to what her friend had to say, and as Carol finished talking, the young girl was smiling. She licked her lips eagerly, wondering what Mickey's reaction was going to be when she used that lie. She waited for her friend to finish, then thanked her and hung up. She reached for a bag of pretzels and took the pitcher of iced tea upstairs with her.
As she walked into the bedroom, she could see that Mickey was watching television again. He still seemed to be upset, for his face was still a dark shade of red. One hand was resting on his smooth chest, while the other toyed with his semi-hard cock.
"Here," Debbie said, pouring some iced tea into the glass she had been drinking from. She handed it to him and he grabbed it from her hand, almost spilling it.
"Thanks," he said, gruffly.
"Hey, Mickey, don't be so mad," she said, sitting on the bed next to him and moving her hand down to his cock. "I think it's crazy to be so mad about this."
"What the fuck do you want me to think you've done?" he asked.
"I know what I've done. I've done nothing. I just got a call while I was down in the kitchen, too, and now I know whose hair it is."
"I didn't hear the phone ring."
"I was going to make a call to Carol, and when I lifted the phone, she was on the line. She had been trying to call and the phone didn't ring before I picked it up. You know how the two of us have this intuition about each other, when things go wrong."
"Yeah, yeah, tell me another one," he said, and it was obvious to Debbie that he didn't even believe this much. Still, she went on.
"Carol was just calling to see if I wanted to go shopping with her tomorrow. She could tell how upset I was, so I started to tell her what was wrong. She laughed, and she explained it all to me. It's her pubic hair."
"What?" he asked.
Debbie smiled at him, for she could tell that he was starting to believe her. She couldn't wait to tell him what Carol had suggested next.
"Yes. All this time, you suspected that I was with another man. Well, I happened to have been with Carol. I was licking her pussy and a hair must have fallen out."
"Are you a lesbian?" he asked, and Debbie could tell then that he was upset.
"Why should it bother you, Mickey? As long as you know that it wasn't another man, why the fuck should it bother you?"
"It's worse when I know it's another woman," he said, and his grip on her thigh was beginning to get tighter and tighter. "I hate the idea of it."
Debbie started to laugh then, just the way Carol had told her to.
"I'm only kidding," she said. "I've never made it with Carol. But it was her pubic hair anyway. She told me."
"What the fuck was she doing on the bed?" Mickey asked.
"She was trying on those new panties you bought for me. The ones where there's a hole so my cunt sticks through. She sat on the bed to take off her own and put mine on."
Mickey looked at her as he sipped the iced tea. His cock was fully hard by this time, and
Debbie continued to stroke it. She wanted to get him into good fucking condition so they could do it once more before he slept.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me that before?" he asked her. "I think that you're lying to me, Deb. Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I didn't know before," Debbie said.
"Jesus Christ, you expect me to believe that bullshit? What kind of an ass-hole do you think I am, hub
"Look, she was up here alone for a few minutes when I ran down to get the kids where the bus drops them off from school. She did it while I was out, and I didn't even know about it until a few seconds ago when she started laughing because I told her why you were mad at me."
Debbie looked at him as earnestly as she could, and she watched his look of doubt change to one of happiness. Suddenly, he had a big smile on his face.
"I'm sorry I ever doubted you," he said, and he leaned over and kissed her on the lips. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she sucked on it. He moved his hand into her robe and played with her nipple as he kissed her.
When it was over, she stood up and stripped off her robe.
"Now you have to believe that I wouldn't be unfaithful to you," she said, moving her hand to her pussy and rubbing her black fur. She started to rub her pussy lips. "Tell me that you believe me, and only then will I fuck you."
"I do believe you," he said. "I know that you would never be unfaithful to me. I know that you love me too much. It's just that, when I found that hair, I. . . "
She moved her fingers to his lips to keep him quiet. She didn't want to hear anything more from him about it, for she was feeling guilty enough as it was. She climbed onto the bed and straddled her pussy over his cock.
She moved her hand down and held his shaft straight up. Then she lowered herself a little and rubbed his pulsing cock head against her pussy lips.
Then, her lips parted as she rode down his cock, until she was sitting on his groin with his cock embedded as deep as possible in her cunt. It was her favorite position by far, something that she had discovered with Rod.
Of course, she and Mickey had fucked this way quite often, but she had never really thought of it as being her favorite position until she and Rod talked about it one day. Mickey hardly ever asked her questions like that, she she had never thought about it one way or the other until Rod decided to bring it up.
Mickey's long cock made terrific contact with her clit that way, and as she rode him up and down, she could feel her pussy walls starting to spasm around his cock.
He moved his hands up to her nipples and began to pull on them lightly. She, in turn, moved her hands to his two nipples and pulled on them. He had a few black hairs around each nipple, but other than that, his chest was smooth and hairless.
She pulled of the very tip of his nipples, and she felt his cock starting to pulsate hard in her pussy. She moaned with pleasure.
Mickey was thrusting his hips up and down at this point, and he knew that he was going to be coming soon. He moved his hands around to her ass and started to guide her up and down his shaft at a faster pace.
The speed added to the stimulation of his cock, and he started to moan as he felt himself pulsating harder. He began to pump his thick cream into her pussy, and she let out a long moan of pleasure as she started to come, too.
Debbie pulled one hand away from his nipple and moved it behind her ass, to his large balls. She gripped them and started to squeeze them, hoping that the extra added stimulation would drain him completely dry. She could feel another load being pumped into her pussy and lubricating her walls even more.
Then, he started to go limp. She pulled off of him and rolled next to him on the bed, moving her hand to his cock so she could comfort it.
Mickey rolled onto his side, facing her, and he kissed her hard on the lips. Then, as he moved his mouth to her ear to lick her, he whispered.
"I'm glad that you weren't unfaithful to me," he said. "I'm so glad. I don't know what I would have done if I found out you weren't."
The threat was there behind his words, and she was happy for her own sake that she had never had the chance to tell him the truth. She wondered if she ever would.
CHAPTER TWO
"You stupid boob," Carol said, late the next morning.
She had met Debbie at the bus stop that morning as they dropped their kids off for the school bus, and the first thing she had asked about was whether Debbie had used that stupid excuse, or whether she had told him the truth.
For the night before, on the phone, when she had given Debbie a plan, she had had one other thing to say before hanging up.
"It will work, and he'll believe you, but I still think you should tell him the truth. You're not planning to break off with Rod, so he's going to have to know sometime."
Secretly, Carol had been hoping that Debbie would tell Mickey the truth. She had told Lou that she was sleeping around, and he had been able to take it.
"I wanted to tell him," Debbie said, pouring another cup of coffee for herself. They had talked on the way to her house, and now they were sitting in her kitchen over coffee. "But, like I said, he was furious. If you had seen the expression on his face, you would have understood why I didn't tell him."
"Bullshit," Carol said, patting her long blonde hair into place. "Just wait until Millicent finds out. She's going to be quite pissed at you."
"She's not going to find out," Debbie said, pouring some cream in the coffee.
"She sure is," Carol said. "I'm going to tell her at the meeting this afternoon."
Debbie looked at her friend, and she was shocked. The last person in the world that she wanted to know about her failure to tell Mickey was Millicent Mills, head of the woman's consciousness-raising group that they had been attending for months now.
Millicent, and most of the other women in the group, knew what Debbie was doing, since they did sit around in circles discussing their problems. Last week, Millicent had told Debbie that the time was right to come out and confess to Mickey.
"Once you tell him, you'll be completely honest with him. If he's outraged, you can always tell him that you know about him and his secretary, or about the others. If he's a modern man, hip to what's happening nowadays, he can't get angry with you." , Debbie had been a little hesitant still, but right before she had left the meeting the week before, Millicent had pulled her over.
"I do hope that when you come in next week, there will have been some good developments. You won't grow unless you come out and confess."
Last night had been the final night before the next meeting, and even though Debbie had been making some effort to tell her husband ever since the last meeting, she had made the greatest effort the last night.
Now, as Debbie sat, glaring at her friend, she felt a rush of hatred.
"Carol, you can't tell Millicent. You just can't. I would feel so ashamed."
"Good, honey. Maybe you can be shamed into doing it by next week. Look, both Millicent and I, and the others, are all trying to help you. If I tell her, I'm only telling her for your own good. You know that, sweetie."
Carol reached over and touched Debbie's cheek, and that seemed to calm her down a little bit. Debbie touched Carol's hand and squeezed it.
"I know you're only doing it for my own good," Debbie said. "God, when I think about the way you enlightened me during the past years, I realize that everything you did was for my own good. I don't see why this should be any different."
"Right," Carol said, sipping her coffee.
But Debbie didn't respond, for she was in some kind of a daze, thinking back to the kind of life she had been leading during her first nine years of marriage, and even the two years before the marriage when she and Mickey had been dating.
She had met Mickey when she was fifteen, at a high school dance. He was a senior and she was a freshman, so when he came over to talk to her, she had been shocked. Of course, she was flattered, too, especially when he asked her to dance with him. He had led her around the dance floor, and she had felt like a pro.
Afterwards, he had taken her out for something to eat, and all he had asked for in return for a lovely night, was a kiss. Of course, it had been a long kiss, as he probed his tongue deep into her mouth and she sucked on it.
As they continued to date, he would go a little further each time. Once he started to play with her breast through her blouse, and the next time, he had his hand in her blouse but she still wore her bra. Then, he was touching her bare flesh.
The first time she ever let him touch her pussy, she got scared. She had felt pleasure running through her body, and she was weakening at the same time. She thought that if he had stroked her clit for a few seconds longer, she would have given in to anything.
However, much to her surprise, there was nothing to give in to. For he never asked her to fuck him, even though he wanted her to suck him off every so often, and she did, willingly, after the first time when she discovered how good a cock could be.
"Hey," he said to her, one day in his car where they usually made out, "I want to ask you something very important. Very important."
They had been going out for a year and a half, and she was sure he wanted to fuck her, finally.
"I don't know if I can do a thing like that," she had said, trembling.
His fingers were in her wet pussy, and he was making her come good.
"You mean that you won't marry me?" he asked her.
"What? What?" She was completely dazed. "I thought you wanted to fuck me."
"I do. But not until after we're married. I wouldn't want it any other way."
Debbie remembered that when she had told the girls in her consciousness-raising group what Mickey had said, they had all started to laugh. They thought that he was terribly old-fashioned, and that bothered her.
"Hey, you have to remember that it was twelve years ago. We weren't into the swinging seventies then. We were both pretty reserved. I still am."
And because she had been so reserved back then, secretly thinking that she wanted to wait until she was married to do it even though it seemed that most boys didn't want to do that, she was quite impressed with what he said.
She loved him a lot more for what he said.
She was only sixteen and a half, and he was almost twenty. Everyone told them that they were crazy for getting married so young. All her friends said that marriages never lasted long when the people were so young.
Some of her looser friends told her that she was really crazy for wanting to save herself for her wedding night. They said that she would be better off sleeping with him first, just so she would know if he was a good lover or not.
Debbie never regretted waiting, because on their honeymoon, six months after he asked her to marry him, she experienced the joys of sexual pleasure for the first time, and Mickey was so gentle with her, just so he would know she enjoyed it.
When he moved his mouth to her nipple and started to suck on it, she could feel the pleasure building inside of her more than ever. She knew that part of it had to do with the fact that he was rubbing his body against hers.
It was the first time when they were both naked, for all those times in the car, they had been dressed, except for when their pants or shirts were open.
She could feel Mickey's hard cock rubbing against her leg as he sucked on one nipple and then the other. He was throbbing as he flicked her nipple back and forth with his tongue, and she felt an incredible strength behind his cock.
She reached down and started to stroke him, but he was so excited that he told her not to, for he feared that he would come too fast. He wanted to be able to hold off so he could fuck her a few times, he said.
Debbie would never forget how it was the first time he entered her. His cock head came up against her hymen, and she kept her lips shut as she anticipated the pain that she was to feel as he broke her.
He plunged through, but she didn't feel any pain at all. All she could feel was pussy pleasure, and enough stimulation from his body on top of hers to keep her high throughout their first fuck.
His cock had started to spasm almost immediately after entry, and he had slowed down a little to decrease his stimulation. As he fucked her, he kissed her hard on the lips, and Debbie couldn't even remember how many orgasms she had had that night.
For after he came once, she sucked him off, then sucked him so he was hard again. Then he entered her for a second fuck, and it took a much longer time for his cock to work up to the point of orgasm. She was getting off on it the whole time.
She could feel her pussy spasming lightly as she looked across her kitchen counter at Carol. She wondered if Carol could tell she was getting excited.
She thought back some more.
Mickey was an ideal lover, as far as she was concerned. He was always open to suggestion, and he could fuck her two to three times a night without getting tired. They tried almost every position that they could think of, and one day she bought a book with one hundred and fifteen positions, only to discover that she and Mickey had tried almost every one of them.
When Mickey graduated from college, he took a job as a door to door salesman, 'selling brushes and combs and other items like that. He was told that if he worked for a year at the company, they would give him an executive position.
The promotion came just in time, for Debbie found that she was pregnant.
She would never forget the kinds of positions that Mickey had devised for her when her belly was big, for they had been told by the doctor that it was still okay to fuck.
Two years later, she was pregnant again, and they bought a house in the suburbs.
They had been married for six years when she first started to suspect that Mickey was fucking around with other women. But she didn't think about it too much, for there was no definite way she could find out. And she never thought of fooling around behind his back. It was just out of the question.
Then, Rod Parker, their mailman, started to come on to her. He had been delivering mail to her house for about six months. He was two years younger than she was, and had soft blonde curls and glistening white teeth. She did find him quite attractive, but having an affair was out of the question.
Debbie would never forget all those times he had come to her house to deliver mail with a large bulge under his pants. Once, when she looked directly at his hard cock that seemed to be pressing against his pants for freedom, he had smirked.
"I don't know why, but it always happens when I'm ready to come here. I just wish that I really could come here, know what I mean?"
Of course Debbie had, but she tried to act like she didn't.
Carol Barth had moved into the neighborhood last year, right next door, and she and Debbie had become great friends, instantly. They both had sons who were four and still staying home all day. Debbie's oldest child, Josh, was already going to school.
As September approached, and the two younger children were going to start kindergarten, Carol sat in Debbie's kitchen, happy as a lark.
"God, I can't wait for Dick to start school."
"I'm a little apprehensive about Paul," Debbie had said, and when Carol looked at her in surprise, she explained. "Well, for the first few years, while we were married and didn't have any kids, I did nothing. I wanted to work, but Mickey said he didn't want a wife of his working.
"Then, I finally talked him into letting me have a job. But soon after, I was pregnant, and ever since then, I've been a mother. I don't know what I'm going to do with my spare time when Paul starts going to school."
"Don't sweat it," Carol said. "Just take a lover or two."
"Carol, I'd never do that. Mickey is the only man for me."
"And I suppose that you're going to tell me that he's the only man you've ever been with. Is that right, too, Debbie?"
"Yes, as a matter-of-fact, he is," Debbie said. "Is there anything wrong with that? Is there? Come on, that look on your face is bothering me."
Carol had looked a little strange when Debbie had confessed that Mickey was the only man, and she started to explain.
"I just don't think it's right, know what I mean? I think a girl should have had a few other experiences before she got married, and if she didn't, she should surely try to have them now. It would broaden your horizons."
"That's ridiculous," Debbie said. "I feel like I've lived my sex life to the fullest with Mickey. I come good. Besides, I know that he would be upset if he ever found out because he is faithful to me."
When Carol had started to laugh, Debbie was even more upset. It seemed as if Carol knew some things that she didn't know.
"I shouldn't be telling you this, kid, but it's for your own sake. You've been living in the past. You've been living with the standards of a housewife of the forties and fifties, being faithful to your husband while you think he's faithful to you."
"What do you mean, 'while I think?' I know that he's faithful."
"Oh? Then can you explain who the lovely redhead he had his arms around the other day is? That's right, baby. I went into the city to meet a friend for lunch, and there was your Murry with his arms around some redhead. He had his hands all over her tits, and it seemed like he was raping her out in public. I didn't want to tell you, but now I feel that it's my duty to set you straight."
Debbie would never forget how she had started to cry when Carol told her that because after thinking for ten years that he was faithful, it now came as a shock to hear that he wasn't.
"I'm just telling you this so you know the truth," Carol said. "But don't be so upset. Look, you and I both have to get our shit together about sex. Once we do, I know that we'll be able to accept it."
"Accept it?"
"You can't do anything about it, Debbie. Fucking is fucking, and it's been a source of pleasure for all mankind since the beginning of mankind. Somewhere, along the way, as man developed, someone started to think that these relationships all had to be one to one. Remember Rome? All those orgies? They had the right idea."
"But Rome fell," Debbie said. "They were so decadent."
"True, but they were all getting their rocks off. Look, I know that Lou has been cheating on me for years, but I've never really confronted him. I've been too scared to take a lover myself. It's only fair that I do. So now, you and I are going to go to a consciousness-raising group when our kids start school. I'm going to find out about one and let you know. Are you with me all the way?"
"I don't know," Debbie had said.
"Come on. It will help us come to grips with the present and the way things are, and that can only serve to make our future better."
During the next few weeks, the last months of August and the beginning of September, Debbie noticed that Rod Parker, the mailman, was coming on to her stronger than ever. Since she had turned him down so many times, he had a lot of fun playing his come-on game, sometimes taking it to the point of craziness.
Once, he was holding a package for her as she opened the front door, and as she reached for it and pulled it away, she saw his hard cock sticking right out of his pants.
He had placed his hard cock in the package for her, and when she turned him down again, he started to laugh.
Debbie thought that their relationship had reached the point where he knew she wouldn't sleep with him, so he could pull outrageous pranks. She somehow thought that if she agreed, finally, he probably wouldn't want to do it.
The first week that Paul went to school was also the first week that Carol and Debbie went to their group.
Debbie had been very surprised to see that most of the women reminded her of herself, and since she didn't like what she saw too much, she decided that she was going to have to try and work her way toward some major change.
Millicent Mills, the group leader, was an attractive brown-haired woman, who Carol thought could have been a sex goddess if she really wanted to. Debbie would never forget how insulted Millicent had been when Carol had told her that, for she had been standing right next to her friend.
"Yes, right! I could just sell myself on my looks. My face, my tits, and my cunt. But I'd have to do a lot of sucking and fucking on the way up. Don't you realize that an attitude like yours is the same kind that most men feel toward me? They all think that I'm some cheap piece of pussy. Well, I'm a woman inside, and when I'm through with you, you're all going to be women. Not toys, for your husbands."
Debbie had been very impressed with Millicent's outburst, and she thought that she was going to like the group. Of course, she had never told Mickey about it because she knew that he would never understand. But gradually, during the first few weeks, she thought that she was making herself much more independent.
Then, during one meeting, the subject of cheating on one's spouse came up.
"The worst thing a woman can do, when she finds out that her husband is being .unfaithful to her," Millicent said, sternly, "is to do nothing about it. She should go out and cheat behind his back. Who the fuck does he think he is? And then, she should tell him exactly what she's doing, just so he knows she's not going to just stand around with a wanting pussy while he shoots his seed all over."
Debbie had been impressed hearing things like that, but she didn't know if she could follow that kind of advice.
On the way home, that day, Carol kept telling Debbie she should make it with Rod Parker. She kept telling her how easy it would be, since Rod came right up to her door at least once a day.
"You owe it to yourself," Carol said. "That's the way I feel, and I'm sure that's the way Millicent Mills would feel, too."
It happened the next day. All morning, while she made breakfast for Mickey, she kept hoping that Rod wouldn't come too early. Mickey was going to work a little late, and there was a good chance that Rod might arrive while he was still home.
She would never forget how she kept telling herself that maybe it would be a sign if Rod showed up while Mickey was home. It would be a sign that what she was thinking was definitely wrong and that she shouldn't do it.
She dropped the kids off at the bus stop and arrived home just in time to say goodbye to Mickey. She stood out on the porch waving to him, just as she saw Rod Parker coming around the corner, a sack of mail slung across his shoulders.
She had to admit to herself that his coming at that exact time was a sign in the other direction. Someone, somewhere, was telling her that it was okay to cheat.
She waited for Rod as he walked up her front porch, and as he smiled at her she stepped back and gestured for him to come in.
He smiled at her and stepped into the house. She closed the door behind her and put her arms around his shoulders. She moved her lips to his and kissed him hard, but deep down, she was hoping that he wouldn't respond. Deep down, she was hoping that he would have been playing this game with her so long, that he was no longer serious about her.
As she felt him grinding a hard bulge against her, she knew that he. was serious, all right. He was even giving back in the kiss.
He let his mail bag fall off his shoulders, then lifted her up in his arms.
"Which way to heaven?" he asked her, moving his mouth to her tit and kissing it through her robe and sheer nightie.
She pointed up the stairs, and as he started to carry her, she was started to feel a nice trembling in her pussy. He was still sucking on her nipples, and she thought that felt terrific.
She had opened her robe and had pulled her negligee down below her tits by the time they were in her bedroom, and as he lay her down, he stripped her completely.
"Jesus, Debbie, you don't know how long I've waited for this."
He was tearing at his uniform in a rush to get it off. She started to smile at him as he opened his shirt buttons and exposed a hairy chest. She could see the way his two pink nipples were perked up.
He pulled down his pants as he kicked off his shoes, and his hard cock bounded out. He was about nine inches long, and much thicker than Mickey was. There was a thick patch of blonde hair around his cock, and light hairs on his balls.
"Let's start with some sixty-nine, baby," he said to her. "If I come fast, it's only because I waited for this moment so long. But don't get upset because I'll be able to get it up again in no time. That's what you do to me."
"Do I?" she asked him, trembling a little.
"You sure do. Shit, if you could only know how much come I've shot, just jerking myself off as I thought about you, you'd know what I mean."
"That's really flattering, but...."
"Hey, you're trembling. Tell me what's wrong, and I'll make it right."
"I've just never done anything like this before. I never cheated on my husband before, and it's bothering me a little bit."
"Well, then, let me make you relax." He pushed her down on the bed and. climbed on top of her. He moved his lips to hers, and she could feel her nipples stiffen incredibly as his hairy chest rubbed over them. She thought that his chest felt so good and strong, and as he sensed the way it was burning her on, he made sure to move around a lot.
He started to kiss her tits, but he didn't spend too much time with them, having given them a good workout on the way up the stairs. He kissed his way down to her pussy fast, turning himself around at the same time so he was straddling her face.
Debbie remembered how hard she had started to come the minute he began to lick her clit. He had spread her pussy lips wide, and then he had started to work his tongue back and forth over her exposed love button. His cheeks felt so smooth as they brushed against her thighs, and it the excitement over the fact that he was a new man, her second man, Was making her come in a few seconds.
Rod moaned as he licked her pussy juices, and she could sense that he wanted more. He continued to work her clit.
She opened her mouth and started to suck his cock deep into her throat. He slid in and out of her mouth, slowly and gently, and she loved the way his dick tasted. It was a little bigger than Mickey's, but her mouth adjusted to the size.
She didn't think about feeling guilty throughout the entire scene with Rod.
She sucked him until he came, and as he shot in her mouth, one of the theories she had always had was proved wrong. Even though she had only sucked one cock in her life, she had assumed that all come tasted the same.
However, as she tasted Rod's for the first time, she decided that his was much sweeter than Mickey's. There was a lot more of it, too.
She continued to suck him and he stayed hard in her mouth.
She had come a number of times already, and as he started to pull his cock out of her mouth, she couldn't wait for him to enter her pussy. She spread her legs as wide as she could, then felt him rubbing his thick cock head over her cunt lips.
He entered her gracefully, and she wrapped her legs around his ass and started to massage his buttocks with her feet. She could feel his cock pulsating inside of her and she hoped that he would fuck her for hours.
He kissed her throughout the entire fuck, sucking her tongue deep into his mouth and then forcing his tongue into her mouth. She thought that he tasted so sweet and rubbed her arms up and down his back.
Debbie knew how excited he was by the way he was sweating. She could feel the sweat pouring down his back, but she felt the most pouring off his buttocks.
As his cock started to spasm, he started to grunt and groan, and then he was shooting his come into her cunt. He thrust his way in deeper and deeper so he could stay all the way inside of her as he came.
Debbie was exhausted after the first fuck, and then Rod insisted that he be allowed to take a shower.
"It wouldn't be good for me to go around from house to house smelling like I just fucked my brains out," he said, smiling. "And believe me, Debbie, I feel like I fucked my brains out. You were really good for me."
"You were good for me, too, Rod," she said, stroking his limp cock.
It was then and there that Debbie decided she loved cocks, even when they were limp. It was only her second cock, but she just loved the way it looked and felt, just as much as she loved the way Mickey's looked and felt.
She was a little sorry about never having touched another one until Rod came along.
He walked into the bathroom to go take a shower, and as she lay in the bed, she started to feel guilty. But that guilt only lasted for a second, because she hopped off the bed and walked into the bathroom.
She pushed the shower curtain aside and stepped into the tub.
As she did, she reached for his cock and started to tug on it. He had come, for the second time, almost ten minutes ago, and she was sure that he would be able to get it up at least one more time.
"Hey, you are hot," he said to her, rubbing her tits with soapy hands. "I don't understand why you put me off all these years, and now, suddenly, you're coming on to me as if you haven't had a cock in years. Doesn't your husband fuck you?"
"Of course he does," she said. "It's just that you're the first man I've ever had besides my husband. Anyway, I'm a liberated woman now, and that's why I can take you on as a lover."
"You mean you want me to come often?" he asked.
"I haven't decided yet. I'll let you know."
And then, she had sunk to her knees in the shower and had sucked his cock right between her lips. He was hard in a matter of seconds, and he moved his hands down to her tits and started to massage her nipples while he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. He was thrusting gently, and he was still able to slip it deep into her throat without her gagging. Debbie was proud of her deep throat technique.
At one point, she dropped his cock from her mouth and started to suck on his balls. She loved the way that they tasted.
He was moaning so loud, and Debbie couldn't help but think that there was nothing wrong with what she was doing. In fact, everything was quite right.
She moved her hand down between her legs and started to massage her pussy. She could feel herself exploding in a matter of second, coming with one of the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced.
Since it was Rod's cock that had made her come like that, she knew she was going to have to see him again.
She let his balls fall from her mouth and she sucked his cock back down.
"God, Debbie, I can't believe you. I just can't fucking believe you," he was moaning, over and over. "Fucking incredible. So fucking hot and so fucking incredible. You're making my whole body shiver with pleasure."
That was just the way she wanted it to be, and as she looked up at him, she saw the way his chest hair was matted and soaked. She slid one hand up and started to pull on one his perked up pink nipples.
Then she felt him starting to pump his come into her mouth, and she sucked on his cock with an even greater greed than the kind she had felt when she started.
He continued to thrust his dick in and out of her mouth as she sucked him dry, and she loved the way the shower was washing all the sweat off his body immediately.
When it was over, he lifted her to her feet and kissed her on the lips. Then he started to kiss her tits and eat her pussy once more.
Debbie leaned against the tile wall as he dug his tongue in and out of her pussy, hard and fast. She thought that she was going to faint when she started to come, but the spraying shower kept her conscious.
After she had come again, he finished washing.
He was glad that she had a hair blower so he could dry his hair before stepping back out onto the streets.
"What would all the neighbors say?" he asked her.
"Don't they all do it with you?" she said, checking up on him.
"Come on, Debbie. I'm a happily married man. Or, I was, until I started making it with you. I mean, you were fucking sensational, and I hope you really give some thought to letting me come in again, sometime in the near future."
He had planted one last kiss on her lips before opening the front door and leaving, and as soon as he was gone, she called Carol on the phone and told her everything. The next time they went to group, she told the whole class.
"Fabulous," Millicent had screamed out, clapping her hands together. "I'm happy to see that some of my advice is being taken."
Millicent hadn't asked her if her husband knew until a few months later, because she just assumed that Debbie had told him. But then, one afternoon, they had a talk about ways to lie to your husband, if it was for your own good.
When Millicent found out that Debbie hadn't told her husband, she wasn't mad, but she was a little upset.
And ever since that time, a few weeks ago, Millicent and every member of the women's group had been trying to get Debbie to confess.
"You know that they're all going to be disappointed when they find out," Carol said to her, finishing her cup of coffee. "But, hey, they won't find out if we don't move our asses and get over there. Is that the way you're going?"
"No. Let me run up and change. I can't go like this."
She stripped off her house dress and looked at herself naked in the mirror, once she arrived in her bedroom.
Her body was still nice and firm, she thought. Her tits were quite tight, considering that she had had two children. They didn't sag at all. Her thighs had no stretch marks and her pussy looked lovely.
She rubbed her fingers over her pussy lips and felt herself getting hot.
Why couldn't men just realize that this was a body, she thought. Why did a man have to think that when he was married to a woman, he owned her body? It took me a long enough time to come to grips with the fact the Mickey fucks around. I wonder how long it's going to take him to do the same when he learns about me. I wonder.
After all, it's just a body, and I'm giving nothing more than my pussy...
CHAPTER THREE
"It's good to see you back," Mickey said to his secretary as he walked past her that morning at work. "Could you please get me my regular coffee and a cheese danish and bring it in to me?"
"Yes, Mr. Walsh," his redheaded secretary, Stella, said, smiling the whole time.
Mickey walked into his office and closed the door. He sat down behind his desk and looked over at the chart that someone had left there. Sales were up, he read, and as long as that was the case, he saw no reason to have to bust his chops working.
He started to rub his crotch as he thought about Stella. One day without her had made his desire for her even greater.
Of course, he thought, there had been those times when she took week long vacations. He would usually have to go to a whorehouse when that happened, and yesterday, he had been thinking about doing that very same thing.
But for one day, he decided that he could wait.
Stella kicked his door open with her foot as she tried not to spill his coffee. She kicked the door closed, then walked over and placed the coffee and danish down on his desk. She placed her hands on her hips and smiled.
Mickey thought that she looked terrific. She wore a tight white sweater which displayed the full curves of her large breasts to her utmost advantage, and a short blue skirt so you could see a great deal of her shapely legs.
"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" she asked him.
"Lock the door. Someone might walk in," he snickered, sipping his coffee.
"Jesus, Mickey," she said, turning and walking toward the office door, "I would expect something better than that."
"You look terrific baby," he said to her, as she turned. "You look so fucking hot that I'm ready to fuck the shit out of you."
"Now that's more like it," she said.
She opened the button on her sweater and then started to pull it over her head. Mickey licked his lips as her tits bounced up and down, then came to a steady rest. She seemed to be excited, for even though they weren't bouncing, they were heaving up and down as she breathed heavily.
Mickey stood up and walked over to her. He touched her tit and felt her shiver. Then he started to pinch one of her thick red nipples, and she closed her eyes and licked her lips. He loved to see a woman getting excited.
His other hand moved down to the belt of her skirt, and he opened it. He unsnapped the one snap, then watched the skirt fall to the floor.
Stella was only wearing a pair of white panties underneath, and he could see some of her red pubic hairs sticking out of the elastic. He slid his hand into her panties and started to rub her wet pussy lips.
She moaned, quite loud, and he pulled her closer and kissed her on the lips.
When the kiss ended, he suggested that she, being a good secretary, should undress him because he was too tired to do it himself.
Stella smiled at him slyly, for he knew that she always liked to do that, and his suggesting it was one way of saying 'welcome back.' She opened his jacket buttons and slipped his jacket off, making sure to fold it neatly before putting it down.
Then she pulled off his tie and-started to unbutton his shirt. As she opened each button, she moved her tongue over his chest, licking each new exposed fleshy area.
When she had his shirt off, she moved her mouth to one of his brown nipples and started to lick it. He was stroking her red hair softly and letting his hand slide all the way down her back, to her naked buttocks which he squeezed gently.
"Oh, I can't wait to get those pants off," she moaned, sinking to her knees slowly so that she was inches from his groin.
She licked her lips like a little girl as her hands fumbled with his belt. Then she opened his pants and slid them down.
He stepped out of his shoes and his pants, and as she pulled them off, she folded them neatly, too.
He felt her place her hands into the elastic of his underwear, and as she slid his shorts down, his hard cock slapped up against his belly, then came to a rest at a ninety degree angle from his belly.
She opened her mouth and started to lick the very tip of his cock.
As she did, Mickey started thinking back. It was great having a different tongue touching his cock, but he hadn't known the pleasures of that until he had graduated from school and had started working door to door.
Before then, he had been rather old-fashioned, thinking that a man should have only one lover, and that lover should be his wife. He had even waited until after he married Debbie to fuck her, thinking that it would be so much better that way.
It had been terrific, he thought, mainly because he had done a lot of reading up on what to do, and also, because it had all worked.
As he licked his wife's pussy on their honeymoon night, and as she responded, he only wanted to lick her more and more. That was the way their sex life had always been. When she gave him head, she seemed to sense just how far along toward an orgasm he was, and they worked well together like that.
He hadn't minded fucking only Debbie, and sometimes, he wished that Mary Rose hadn't seduced him the way she had. For if she hadn't, maybe he still would have been satisfied with only Debbie.
After all, if you never get a taste of something else, you never really know what you're missing. But once you get a taste, watch out.
That was basically the way it had happened with Mickey.
One day, about three months after he was selling brushes door to door, a lovely young woman had invited him in to see his stuff. She was wearing only a bathrobe, and she seemed quite interested in seeing the merchandise.
Or so he thought.
As they sat on the couch and he handed her a comb so she could try it out, she accidentally dropped it. She bent down to pick it up, and as she was leaning over, one of her two large tits fell out of her robe.
Mickey couldn't help but notice, and he felt a little embarrassed. However, as she sat up, she seemed to hold her tit up as an offering.
"I would probably be interested in buying a lot more things from you, if you were interested in doing some things for me."
It wasn't hard for Mickey to figure out what she meant, for he was no fool. The only thing was, he had been so used to Debbie, that he wasn't sure if he could cut it with another girl.
"Look," he had said, even though she kept trying to push her tit into his face, "I'm a happily married man. Don't you understand that? I don't know if I can get it up for another woman, because..."
Mary Rose, as the woman called herself, already had her hand in his lap, and it was quite obvious to her that he was hard as a rock.
"Cut the shit," she said to him. "Don't I turn you on?"
Mickey would never forget how beautiful she was. She had soft brown hair and lovely lips that any normal man would have liked to get his cock between.
"Of course you do," he said. "You can feel that...."
"Then what the hell is holding you back?" she asked. "I don't understand it, and I don't like when I don't understand something."
"My wife. I'd just feel wrong doing it."
"In this day and age?" she had asked. "Look, just suck my tits and eat me out, and you don't have to let me do a thing to you. If that's going to worry you, I won't lay a hand on you, okay?"
The thought of eating another pussy was quite pleasing to him, and when Mary Rose opened up her bathrobe and displayed her trim, voluptuous body, Mickey thought that he was going to come in his pants.
She lay back on the couch and spread her legs for him, even going so far as to move her hands down to her cunt so she could spread her lips and expose her clit. Mickey could smell the aphrodisiac-like odor of pussy running up his nostrils, and it was only a matter of seconds before he was on his knees, lapping her pussy like a cat laps milk.
She started to go wild, and that turned him on.
He could feel her pussy flooding his face with cream, and he ate her out through one intense orgasm, sweating with passion himself, the entire time.
"Hey," she said, when she came out of that orgasm, "you look a little flushed. You're sweating like crazy. Maybe you should get out of those things."
She started to rip at his jacket, and he let her take it off. Then, she stripped him completely, just like his secretary had done.
"You have to let me suck you," Mary Rose had insisted, and she was on her knees before he could say anything one way or another. She started to suck him hard, and he would never forget how he started to pulsate when she squeezed his balls.
She had a terrific touch, especially when it came to fondling his balls. As she squeezed them harder, he started to come in her mouth, and she eagerly swallowed all that he had to give her.
While she had waited for him to get it up again, she went through his line of merchandise and ordered almost one of everything that he had to sell, making that his largest sale since he had been working.
By the time he was finished writing down her order, his cock was rock hard again and ready to enter her pussy.
Mary Rose had insisted that they fuck in the usual missionary position, and she kept telling him when to go faster and when to slow down. She even told him when she wanted him to grind his cock in her cunt a little so that he would make better contact with her hard, erect clit. When he did that, she spasmed so hard.
The experience of another cunt was a good one for him. He was starting to realize that all cunts were not the same. Some were certainly tighter than others, and they did taste different, too.
After he had fucked her twice, coming both times, he had started to dress.
Mickey would never forget how nervous he had been that night when he went home, thinking that Debbie was somehow going to be able to tell what he did. She didn't say a word about it to him, and he was glad.
But that, as far as he was concerned, was all for him.
Until, one afternoon, he went out to lunch with his brother, Charlie. Charlie kept sitting in the restaurant, pointing out all the chicks that turned him on.
"Look at that blonde with the big tits. God, would I like to fuck the shit out of that one. What do you say, Mick, old boy?"
"Charlie, you're a married man. You shouldn't be thinking like that."
"What? Hey, Mick, old boy, where the fuck have you been all these years? Don't tell me that you're still faithful to Debbie?"
"No, I can't say that, but. . . "
"Far fucking out," Charlie had said. "It's nice to hear the younger kid brother turned out to be normal after all. I remember when you were first going with Debbie, and you insisted that you'd save yourself for your honeymoon. Jesus, I knew that you were a little square even then. But you're coming out of it."
"Shit, Charlie, I feel terrible about it. It only happened once, when I went to see this woman. She practically seduced me."
"And just think of how many girls you could seduce selling door to door. Shit, Mick, you've been working there for almost six months now and you've only chippied once. God, there's still something a little wrong with you."
"I don't think that it's right. I feel guilty."
"Look, Mickey, men are supposed to cheat on their wives. It's expected of them, don't you know that. Just make sure she never finds out."
"Trying to hide it means that it's wrong."
"Hey, kid, what the hell can be wrong with fucking, right? You get pleasure out of it, so what's wrong? You're not losing yourself to another woman. You're just giving her a little bit of your seed to eat, that's it. Now if your wife ever cheated, that's a whole other story entirely."
Somehow, his brother was able to talk him into not feeling guilty about cheating behind Debbie's back. He was told that if he fucked other women, he would be able to bring the knowledge from those experiences into his own bedroom and make it even better for Debbie. And in some ways, Mickey thought, that their sex life had improved a tremendous amount since he had started cheating.
That was a good number of years ago.
Now, he didn't fool around as much because he had an office job.
Anyway, he thought, as he pumped his cock deeper and deeper into Stella's eager throat, she was good enough to keep him appeased. She was a hot redhead whose cunt always felt like it was on fire.
As he thought about it, he started to feel his dick pulsating so hard. He could feel his legs practically buckling at the knees, and he thought that he was going to fall right on his ass as he came in her mouth.
He supported himself on his desk as he pumped his come into her mouth, and she started to suck it out eagerly, moaning the whole time, and pulling on his balls just to make sure that they were emptied of everything.
"Oh, Stella, baby, that's terrific," he said, moaning as he continued to thrust his hips back and forth, just to keep his cock working still.
He started to go limp, and as he did, she sucked his cock and balls into her mouth. Mickey couldn't stand all the pleasure. It was just too much for him, and so, he pulled back and sunk to his knees beside her.
"Let me eat you, baby," he said to her.
Stella smiled at him and spread her legs as she lay back on the carpet. Her large tits were heaving up and down, and he kissed each one once, gently, before moving his mouth down to her red-haired pussy.
He started to lick, her red pussy lips, and he could taste her sweet juices building up more and more. He stuck his tongue in deep and licked thick loads of come off her cunt walls, savoring her flavor with each new mouthful.
As he licked her, he thought back to some of his other conquests.
Once he had had his talk with his brother, he started to notice how all these wives he was selling to were coming on to him, and once he was aware of that, he started coming back on to them.
That was when his sex life took new turns.
As he ate Stella's pussy, he thought about the girl named Jane who liked it up the ass. She was a short redhead with big tits, and when he had knocked at her door, she had been crying. She was fully dressed.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I came at a bad time. Maybe I should go."
"You're selling something?" she had asked, holding the door open. "Come on in and show it to me. I want to see something to cheer me up."
He had come in, and as he started to take out his wares so he could peddle them, she seemed to be drifting off into another world.
"Damn him," she moaned, at certain points while he tried the sales pitch he had used to often on women. "He had no right."
"Excuse me, but is this anything you want to talk about?" he had asked.
And then, she started to pour her heart out to him. She told him how she had just found out that her husband was unfaithful to her. For a second, he was a little upset, since he, himself, was an unfaithful husband.
But then, she had started to touch him, and he knew what to do next.
"Look, if you're interested, I could easily see making you."
"Could you?" she asked, and for a second, he thought that she was upset. However, she started to smile at him.
Before he knew it, she was stripping off her clothes. She went down on him after just pulling his cock out of his pants, and after he had come, she told him to eat her.
When he was hard again, he was all prepared to fuck her. That was when she told him that she wanted to be fucked anally.
Mickey had never tried that with Debbie because neither one had ever had the desire to do it like that. But as he thought about how tight an ass-hole must be around a cock, he could feel himself throbbing even more.
She got some lubricant, then lay forward across the back of the couch. She spread her' ass cheeks, exposing her puckered ass-hole. Mickey moved his fingers there and started to massage her, to stretch her a little and lubricate her at the same time.
She squirmed with delight when he had two fingers deep in her ass-hole.
He pulled his fingers out and then started to probe his cock there. At first, he really didn't think that he would be able to fit in her ass-hole. However, as soon as he got his cock head in, he knew that the rest would be smooth sailing.
"Keep working my clit while you do it," Jane had moaned.
And so, he finger fucked her pussy from the front while he fucked her ass-hole from behind. He could feel when she was coming by the tight spasms in her cunt, and when that happened, her ass-hole seemed to feel tighter.
It didn't take long for him to build up the desire to come, and as his cock started to throb and he filled her ass with creamy loads, she moaned loud.
Mickey would never forget how good that ass fuck was.
However, as he ate Stella, he started to think about Jane, and there was a good reason for it. He knew that she had cheated on her husband the minute she found out that he had cheated on her.
She had just gotten a phone call a few minutes before he knocked on her door, and he was the first man she had ever fucked besides her husband.
Mickey thought about the pubic hair he had found last night on the bed.
What if it did belong to another man? Could Debbie have found out that he was cheating and could she have tried to do something about it?
Still, he thought, her excuse had been a decent one. He could understand how Carol, being as forward and pushy as she was, would try on a pair of Debbie's panties that she thought were neat, especially when Debbie wasn't there.
As he thought about that, he seemed to be eating Stella's cunt a little clumsily, and she noticed as her passions subsided.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" she asked. "You don't eat me for one day and then you eat me like you've forgotten how. Could you have forgotten in a day?"
"Hey, come on," he said, picking his head up and licking the pussy juices off his chin. He moved his fingers to her cunt and started to massage her.
"Well, tell me what's on your mind?"
"I just have a sneaking suspicion that my wife might be cheating on me."
Stella sat up and put her hands on her hips. She kept her legs spread wide, still, so he could continue to finger her. He was doing a much better job fingering her than he had been eating her, although the reverse was usually the norm for him.
"And why should that bother you?" she asked. "You cheat on her."
"It's one thing for a man to do it," he said. "But quite another for a woman."
She slid back a few inches so that his fingers fell from her cunt. She was quite pissed at him for saying that, since she was married herself.
"Is the woman who does it a slut?" she asked. "Is it okay for the man to do it but not okay for the woman to do it?"
"If you want to know the truth, yes," he said to her, and he tried to put his fingers back into her pussy.
This time, she clamped her legs closed.
"Now wait just a fucking minute," Stella said. "Does this mean that you have no respect for me because I put out for you? Tell me the truth, Mickey."
"Of course that's not what it means," he said.
"But I'm sure that you think it's wrong that I cheat on my husband. You must think it's wrong, if you would think your wife was wrong for doing it, too."
"Hey, come on," he said to her, "one thing has absolutely nothing to do with the other. She's my wife, and you're my..."
"Mistress," she said. "At least you've been fucking me steady for the last few years, everyday. So now, perhaps your wife can be someone else's mistress. Is that wrong? She's in the same shoes that I am."
"I know, bbut...."
"I don't think that there are any buts about it, baby," she said. "I think that if a man's going to cheat, his wife can, too. Besides, now that I think about it, you said you only suspected. You don't even know for sure."
Mickey couldn't remember the last time he had seen Stella so angry. It was obvious to him that even though she catered to him, hand and foot, she was slowly turning into something of a women's libber.
He had noticed the change coming over her gradually.
"Hey, forget it, okay?" he asked her. "Let me just fuck you and..."
"I don't know if I can fuck you now," she said, clenching her legs together. "I don't know if I would feel right, knowing how you feel and all."
Mickey's cock was rock hard again, and had been ever since he had been thinking about Jane. He knew that he couldn't make it through the rest of the day with a boner like the one he had. He knew he would have to reason with her.
"Come on, Stella," he said, crawling closer to her and tickling her nipple. "You know me well enough to know that I was just kidding about being angry with my wife. I mean, well, I'm man enough to know that it's no threat to me. If she is cheating, I'd just like her to tell me, rather than lie behind my back."
Almost every word of it was a lie. He knew that he would have felt threatened if Debbie cheated on him. He knew that he would have been pissed, and because of that, even if she had been cheating, she would never tell him.
But he had a raging hard cock now, and he knew that only Stella could take care of him at the time. So he was saying things that he knew would make Stella give in.
"Then you don't think it's wrong for a wife to cheat if her husband does?" Stella asked, determined to get this thing straightened out.
"Of course it's not wrong," he lied. Anything, anything, to make her give in.
"I'm so glad you feel that way," she said. "You're a real modern man, and I like you for that, Mickey."
"Then how about spreading those legs and letting me fuck you?" he asked.
"Sure thing. Just do it good and hard, the way I like it. Hey, I have an even better position that I like. Let's do it this way."
Stella stood up and leaned forward over his desk. She spread her legs as wide as she could, then indicated for him to enter her from behind.
As Mickey started to rub his glistening cock head over her pussy lips, she moved her fingers into her cunt and started to work her clit. She could feel her pleasures swelling inside, and as soon as his cock was in, her walls started to spasm around it.
"Oh, Mickey, this is too much," she moaned.
Mickey was cupping her buttocks with his hands as he moved his cock in and out of her pussy. He could feel how much her buttocks were sweating, and her pussy was just hot enough to keep him at a high.
He felt his cock pulsating quite fast after entry, and slowed down to prolong the pleasurable fucking sensations.
As he fucked her, he thought about the changes in her. He wondered what was making Stella suddenly stand up for the rights of women.
A few months ago, she was so much easier to have. And even though she was still rather easy, there was a slight change in her mannerisms.
For instance, he thought, as he felt her pussy coming again, months ago, she never would have thought of suggesting a new position, since he was always the dominant one and he always decided the way he wanted to fuck her.
And she definitely wouldn't have yelled at him the way she did when he made the remark that men could cheat while women couldn't.
He wondered if she was taking any kind of identity-raising class. He had seen a few of them advertised for women.
"Raise your consciousness and never get stepped on again," one of the ads had read, and he remembered the fine print. "Does your man still treat you like you were living in the Victorian age? Is he still jealous and possessive, making you cater to him while he turns his back on you and looks at any girl passing by? If so, you can use us and we can use you."
He had thought that the group must have been for a bunch of dykes. Who else but dykes would want to let a woman run loose?
He suspected that also, because it seemed like all those consciousness-raising groups were run by women. Women who had to be dykes.
Mickey could feel his cock pulsating hard in Stella's pussy, and he knew that he was going to have to come this time. For it reached a point, during each fuck, where he knew that it was the right time to come and that the orgasm he might have later, if he were to hold back, would not be as powerful as the impending one.
"I'm gonna fill your pussy now, baby," he moaned. "Get ready for a cunt full of my cream, and get ready for a good orgasm yourself."
She started to moan, and he slid his hands under her tits and grabbed them tightly as he felt his cock unloading the come into her cunt.
The first load shot out far, just as he rammed his way deep into her pussy, and then he started to pump himself back and forth as he unloaded the rest. She was moaning the whole time, and soon he could feel her cunt walls starting to spasm around him tightly.
His chest was sweating as he leaned forward and fell on top of her, and he moved his mouth to hers and kissed her. She had to turn her head to meet his lips, but, she thought as she sucked on his tongue, it was worth it, especially for this kiss.
It lasted a few more seconds, and then Mickey pulled off her.
She turned around and sunk to her knees, sucking his spent cock into her mouth. She sucked the rest of the come out of him, and even sucked on his balls for a short while. Then, he sunk between her legs and started to lick her dry.
He thought that the cream that was made from his come and her come had the best flavor in the world, and he made sure to save her a mouthful when he was finished.
As they started to dress, he spoke with her.
"I'm sorry about our little fight before," he said. "I didn't realize that you were so touchy about it."
"I never used to be," Stella said. "And I'm still not as liberated as I want to be. I guess when you're a secretary who fucks your boss, there's no way that you can be a liberated woman. But at least I'm beginning to come to-grips with some of the things that I've been doing. It's been helping."
"What's been helping?" he asked, slipping into his pants.
"My consciousness-raising group. I've been going to one, once a week, at night after work. I've been learning about myself as a woman, and believe me, it's helped me come to grips with the fact that my husand cheats and I do."
"And how has that happened?" Mickey asked.
He expected her to tell him that the woman who runs the group ate her pussy, or something like that. After all, he still thought they were dykes.
"I felt guilty, even though I knew I my husband was cheating. It was pretty hard for me those first few times for you."
"I was pretty hard myself," he said, rubbing his cock and smiling.
"No jokes, Mickey," she said. "You probably thought it was so easy to take that first extra-marital plunge, but I didn't."
"It wasn't easy for me," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, I was a little wary myself. If I hadn't been seduced..."
"Well, the same goes for me," she said.
He smiled at her as he thought back to that first day when he had seduced her. She had just started there and had been working for a week. One morning she came in to bring him his coffee, and he knocked her arm so that some of it spilled on his lap.
He had done that purposely, and he knew that he could stand a little burn on his lap, as long as he got the end results.
When she had bent over with a tissue to start wiping his groin, he had started to grow instantly. As she apologized, again and again, he told her that he could think of something for her to do to show just how sorry she really was.
She knew what he was talking about, and had been willing, after a little coercing, to take his cock out and suck it.
But she kept telling him that she wasn't going to fuck him, and he knew that he would be able to change her mind. Fingering her pussy while she sucked him helped to loosen her up a bit, he knew, and he made her long to be filled.
And then, he had filled her.
"Anyway," she continued, as she looked at him now, "I felt guilty that first day, and for the next few weeks. But then, the pleasure was great."
"I'll second that," he said.
"And when I started my group, I learned that there was nothing wrong with what I was doing. My husband was cheating, and there was no reason for me to be faithful. Besides, they told me, I wasn't really doing anything wrong to him. I was, in fact, just broadening my sexual horizon. Now who can argue with sexual pleasure?"
"No one," he said, but she still hadn't convinced him all the way. "Tell me, what kind of women are there in these groups?"
"All kinds. Married women and single women. Divorced, and those on the verge of getting a divorce. The one thing we all have in common is that we're women."
"Oh?" he asked. "Anything else?"'
"No," she said to him. "What are you insinuating?"
"I always thought that the women who go to these meetings are a bunch of dykes. I can't imagine them being straight."
"That's just what Millicent said most men would think."
"Who's Millicent?" he asked.
"Millicent Mills. She runs my group. She's a fabulous lady, and I don't want to hear anything else about it from you," Stella said, and before he could say anything, she had stormed out of his office.
Stella was obviously very, very angry, for storming out of a room just wasn't her style. She was livid.
CHAPTER FOUR
"I have to tell you just how I feel," Millicent Mills said, as she sat in front of her morning group of women. However, as she spoke, she was really directing her words toward one person, and they all knew who it was.
Debbie Walsh felt a little uncomfortable, because as soon as the group had started, Millicent had asked her if she had told her husband about her affair.
Debbie had been too embarrassed to answer, so Carol had answered for her. And now, Millicent was ready to tell how she felt.
"You girls know that I try to be honest with all of you, and that's why I have to tell you how I feel. You can understand that now, can't you, Debbie?"
"Yes," Debbie said, looking down at the floor.
Usually, she always looked directly into Millicent's eyes because the woman was just so incredibly attractive. Debbie thought that she had a mellow, pleasant face.
But she could tell from Millicent's tone of voice that this was not a time to look at her.
"I'm just disappointed, that's all," Millicent said, and it was only then that Debbie looked up and smiled. Millicent smiled back. "I bet you thought that I was going to be very pissed off at you. I bet you thought that I was going to suggest we lash you or something, right?"
"I didn't know what you'd do," Debbie said, smiling. "But I knew you would be disappointed, and I'm sorry about it. I respect you so much, and I want to do things that will please you. I've learned a lot since I've been here, and I only wish that I could have had the nerve. I only wish..."
But Debbie was so upset that she couldn't finish talking. Instead, she burst into tears, and when Millicent Mills saw that happening, she stood up and walked right over to Debbie. She lifted the girl's chin so that she was starting right into her eyes.
"Now, now, Debbie, this is nothing for you to cry over. No one is hurt because of what you did, except possibly yourself. For you know that the longer you wait, the harder it's going to be to tell him."
"I know that, but I was thinking of...."
Millicent interrupted her, abruptly.
"You don't even have to tell me what you've been thinking of. I've heard this story a hundred times before. You've been thinking of ending your affair with that heavenly postman, haven't you?" Debbie nodded her head yes. "Well, Deb, who do you think would suffer for that? You've told us about all the sexual pleasure you feel when he's fucking you with that divine cock of his."
There was a murmur among the other women who were sitting around on the floor, as there always was when Millicent started to talk about cocks.
Sometimes, the brown-haired woman thought, she suspected that a lot of the women who took the course just took it so they could hear some dirty talk. For there was always some dirty talk, since one of the main goals of her group was to make her women come to grips with their sexuality.
"Now, do you really want to give up that cock?" Millicent asked.
"No," Debbie said, smiling again. "In fact, I was thinking that it might even be nice to try someone else. I haven't given it too much thought, but if one different cock turns me on, then a newer one will, too."
"Provided that the man is a good fucker," Millicent said. "You have to remember that, you know. Now, we've decided that you should tell your husband, right?"
"Yes."
"So forget all that talk about breaking it off. That would go against what you want, and why should you go against what you want because of a man? Most women tend to give up thing they really want and suppress feelings they really feel because of a man, and I'm trying to end all that. Besides, let's not forget that your husband still cheats on you. We all know that."
Millicent thought about Debbie's husband.
The only way the group knew that he cheated on her was because of the things that Carol Barth had said about seeing him in the restaurant with another woman and moving his hands all over her tits.
When Millicent had heard that the woman was a redhead, she had started to think about Stella Day, one of the girls in her night group.
Stella was a secretary, and she kept talking about her boss, whom she had been fucking for the last few years. She had never told his last name, although she called him Mickey, all the time.
The day after Millicent had heard about Debbie's husband, she questioned Stella a little bit more at her session. Of course, since this was a private matter which had very little to do with the group itself, she had pulled Stella aside to question her.
"I'm just tossing shit to the wind," Millicent had said, "but this boss of yours who's named Mickey, well, his last name wouldn't happen to be Walsh, would it?"
Stella didn't even have to answer, for Millicent could tell by the look on her face that it certainly was.
"Why did you ask me that?" Stella Day said to her.
"Just out of personal curiosity, my dear. Now there's no-reason for you to get upset. If you didn't know me too well, you could think that I'd want to blackmail Mickey Walsh. But we both know better than that. I just have a friend of a friend. You know how things like that work their way out."
"I know," Stella had said to Millicent. "And it's really this affair which is getting to me. I'm not sure if I can handle it."
Millicent wanted to laugh when she thought about Stella and Mickey and Debbie. Perhaps, she thought, a threesome might be the solution for all of them.
However, because of her professional secrecy, Debbie didn't know about Stella and Stella didn't know about Debbie. She didn't think it proper to inform each other, either.
Millicent ran her fingers through her soft brown hair as she looked over at Debbie. The black-haired woman looked a little uncomfortable, and Millicent knew that the best way to deal with someone was when they were as uncomfortable as this. Usually, it meant their defenses were down, so it was easy to attack.
"You do know that your husband is still having affairs, don't you?" she asked Debbie, lashing her words out so they stung. "You do know, right?"
Debbie moved her lips, as if to say yes. Only the. words didn't come out, and her lip trembled. She bit it to keep from crying.
"If you know so, say so," Millicent went on. "Somehow, you always seem to not mind sitting there and listening to other people say it. However, I can't remember the last time when I heard you say it yourself. Go on, Debbie. Say it."
Debbie's lower lip was trembling more and more, and she looked like she was ready to burst into tears any second.
"Say it," Millicent insisted, and soon the whole circle of women were repeating those words, almost in a chant.
The only one who was silent was Carol Barth, who sat next to her friend. Carol was becoming more and more outraged at the treatment toward Debbie, and finally, she couldn't hold in what she was feeling.
"Jesus Fucking Christ, would you all shut your fucking mouths!! What the hell do you think you're doing? Can't you see that this girl is hurting? Can't you see that? So what the fuck is wrong with her not saying it?"
The circle of women had quieted down, and only Millicent seemed like she was strong enough to take on Carol. She had to be. After all, it was her group.
"That's a noble gesture, Carol," she said. "But do you think I'm just doing this for fun? Do you think I like doing this? I'm doing it to help Debbie Walsh come to grips with the reality around her. I bet that if she admitted it to herself, she wouldn't feel as guilty as she does about having an affair. Not only that, but she might even be able to work up the strength to tell her husband."
Carol felt like such a fool. She knew that she should have realized that what Millicent did was strictly for therapy's sake.
"I'm sorry," she said, and she looked right at Debbie. "Deb, maybe it would be best if you just said it. I don't think I can remember you ever saying it, either. You always seem so quiet whenever it's brought up. Say it for me."
Debbie looked around the room and saw about ten pairs of eyes, staring right at her. They all seemed to intent on looking directly into her eyes and when she started to glance at each woman, one at a time, making direct eye contact, she could feel some kind of strength from them.
"Yes," she said. "I know that my husband has affairs."
Millicent started to applaud, and then she walked right over to Debbie and hugged her. The others seemed quite pleased, too.
"Fabulous, Debbie," the brown-haired group leader was saying. "You see. I know that you're going to be able to work everything out real soon. This is just a step in the right direction, and a big step at that."
Millicent stood up and walked to the small podium in the front of the room. The others all adjusted themselves on the floor so that they were all facing her now. The circle therapy was over, for it usually lasted for only the first half an hour of the meeting. The second half an hour was always devoted to one of Millicent's lectures, or a practical demonstration of something or other.
One week, Millicent had had a male friend of hers come over to talk about his body and what exactly turned him on. He was naked, of course, and all the women got off on watching him gradually get aroused as he spoke.
Then, Millicent got to suck him off in front of the others while the man told her just what to do to make him come better.
Millicent knew that the women had loved that meeting more than any of the others, however, that had thus far been the only one like that. Other demonstrations involved different kinds of birth control methods and a couple of films.
As Millicent looked over the group of women in front of her, all sizes and shapes, she started to wonder if they were really ready for what she had in mind that day. They had all been in the group for about three months and she usually waited a little longer with other groups before doing what she had planned.
However, Millicent had been thinking that this particular group was far enough along to do something like that.
"Girls, today I think we're going to try something that I hope turns you all on. Some of you may get a little offended when I first tell you about it, and some of you might even want to walk out. I advise against it, because, as I hope you've grown to learn over our time together, I am always trying to do everything in your best interest.
"Now, what I have in mind for us today is lesbian encounters. Now wait, girls, I can see some of you are fidgeting. Just sit still.
"I want to explain what I'm trying to get out of all this in a few words. Now many of you don't seem to enjoy your sex life. I'm not saying it's because your husband is a bad lover, although, that might be the case. Some people don't like sex, and that's really all there is to it.
"As far as I'm concerned, there are many women who never reach their peak orgasm. A woman can usually have a fabulous orgasm, where she feels her whole mind, body and soul getting into the pleasure of it. Most women are usually too scared to tell a husband if it's not working right, and so, they sacrifice the pleasure of their orgasm so the husband can have a better one.
"It is my belief that if a woman is honest enough to say what she wants, she will reach that nirvana known as the ultimate orgasm. I sometimes think that a woman can only be honest enough with another woman, and that's why I'd like you to pair up, chose a partner, and start stripping each other. Since there is an even number, I will just walk around and see what's going on, and, if there's anything to be added, I will feel quite free to do so. Come on, don't just sit there."
Debbie looked at all the other women. None of them seemed to be moving because, she thought, they were probably all too scared.
She was a little scared, too. However, she felt a hand touching hers, and when she turned to look, she could see that it was Carol.
Her blonde-haired friend was smiling at her, licking her lips at the same time.
"Remember the lie that you told Mickey last night?" Carol asked. "The one that I told you to tell him as a joke. The one about you and me making it."
"Yes," Debbie said, and she was beginning to smile.
"Well, Millicent seems to think that it's okay, so let's do it. This way you won't have to feel like you've lied."
With those words, Carol leaned over and kissed Debbie on the lips. Debbie opened her mouth and started to suck on her friend's tongue. As she did, Carol moved her fingers to Debbie's blouse and started to open the buttons slowly.
Debbie liked the way the kiss felt, and she found herself opening Carol's buttons, too. She wore a bra, but she was happy to feel that Carol didn't. She started to stroke Carol's stiff red nipples, quite hard, and Carol moaned softly.
She pushed Debbie back on the floor and pulled her bra down below her tits. She started to move her mouth down to one brown dart, and sucked it right between her lips. She bit the nipple gently with her lips and flicked it back and forth with her tongue. Debbie thrust her ass up off the floor as her cunt started to spasm lightly with anticipation. She wanted Carol to know that she didn't mind being eaten.
Carol seem to get the message because she started to push Debbie's slacks and panties down, baring the girl's black-haired pussy.
As soon as she did that, Carol spread Debbie's pussy lips with her fingers and then moved her mouth right down there. She was straddling Debbie's face, but hadn't given Debbie the time to pull her pants and panties down.
And once she started to flick Debbie's hard little clit back and forth, Debbie got so lost in the pleasures that she didn't even try to strip Carol. She was too content at having her cunt eaten, and still didn't know if she wanted to eat one anyway.
Debbie was moaning loud, so she hardly even heard Millicent approaching. But she did feel something near her head, and when she opened her eyes to look, she saw that Millicent's high black boot was inches from her face. She looked up at the brown-haired woman and saw how she was smiling.
"It's nice to see you getting into it so easily, Debbie," Millicent said. "But you're really not doing what's supposed to be done. Tell Carol what you like and what you don't like about what she's doing to you, and then she can improve."
"Oh, Millicent, but I love everything that she's doing."-
"That's too easy, Deb. There has to be something you'd really want."
Debbie could feel herself on the verge of a huge climax, and she closed her eyes again and started to thrust her hips up and down.
"Oh, Carol, bite my clit just a little harder. Don't use your teeth because they'll hurt me. I know they will. Oh, but use your lips and clamp them hard. Oh, yes, that's it, Carol, that's it, that's really it...."
Debbie's whole body started to sweat, and Millicent smiled to herself as the girl's face flushed with the oncoming orgasm. She thought that Debbie had a nice body, and it was wonderful to see her coming so hard.
Carol lapped the juices out of Debbie's cunt as her walls secreted them, and she was enjoying the flavor of pussy cream immensely. Somehow, she had known that she would love the taste of pussy because she had licked her own fingers quite often after an orgasm, and usually, she couldn't get enough of their sweet taste.
Debbie's pussy was sweeter than her own, she thought, and the more she ate her, the more she wanted. It was like a never-ending cycle, for as she licked all the cream off Debbie's pussy walls, she was making contact with her clit. Soon the girl was coming again, and Carol enjoyed a second rush of pussy cream.
Millicent could see how well the two women were getting along, so she didn't stay and watch them for too long. She knew that others needed more help, for there were still some women who were sitting around dressed.
There were two other couples engaged in some kind of foreplay, with their clothes partially open "so they could fondle tits and pussies. However, the other two couples were just touching each other's face, and they seemed too scared to do anything else.
Millicent walked over to Geri and Ellen, two older attractive women in the group. They were staring at each other, touching each other's faces.
"Come on girls, you can do better than that," she said, and she stooped down beside them. "How about baring some tit?"
Geri seemed to tremble when Millicent said that, and she was quite aware of the fact. So, as Geri continued to touch Ellen's face, Millicent moved her hands to the blonde girl's blouse and started to open the buttons slowly. It seemed to her as if Geri was losing herself in touching Ellen's face, just so she wouldn't have to face the reality of taking it any further.
Millicent pulled the girl's blouse off, then opened her bra from behind and slid it down her shoulders. She looked at Geri's small but firm tits. She could see how much the girl's pink nipples were swollen, and as she moved her hands to them, she cupped them both and started to massage the nipples with her palms.
Geri's body started to shiver a little bit more, and Millicent moved her mouth to the girl's ear, to lick and whisper at the same time.
"Come on, darling. Look how stiff those nipples of yours are. They feel so nice when I touch them, and I imagine that you're getting nice feelings from them. There's nothing to be scared of. Really there isn't. Just give yourself over to pleasure."
As she started to flick her tongue in and out of the girl's ear, she saw the way she was calming down. If Geri's tits were heaving up and down now, it was no longer because of fear, but rather, because of her steady rise in sexual pleasure.
Ellen, the other woman who was still touching the girl's face, smiled at her. Then, all of a sudden, Geri got so lost in her sexual passion that she shoved her ass up off the floor and ripped her skirt off.
She was wearing only panties, but she tugged at them fast. Then, she grabbed Ellen by her long brown hair and pulled her face right down to her cunt.
"Oh, yes, lick me," she started to moan. "Lick my pussy lips first because that always gets me hot with anticipation so that when you shove your tongue in I'll be all ready to come again and again."
Millicent moved around to the side so she could watch and continue to stroke Geri's nipples at the same time. She was quite happy with Geri for giving in so fast and getting into the pleasure of the stroking and touching.
"Oh God, you must work my clit," Geri started to moan, and Ellen stuck her tongue into the girl's cunt, felt around, then started to flick her clit back and forth. Geri began to thrust her cunt up and down at a nice, steady pace.
When Millicent was sure that Geri and Ellen were set, she walked over to the two other couples who had gotten into it.
The two couples were each involved in mutual pussy licking, and Millicent thought that was fabulous. One of the women had fiery red hair and a nice looking pussy that made Millicent's tongue salivate.
For the group leader considered herself strictly bi-sexual, and if a body looked good enough, man or woman, she was ready to take It on and lick it for hours.
Of course, Millicent preferred a good cock more than anything else, for she loved to fuck. She knew that when she was with a woman, the most she could hope for was oral sex. She had nothing against oral sex, but that usually made her pussy fill with a desire to have something thick and long inside, stretching her.
And she hated dildoes, too. She got off on dildoes, she knew, but she always thought that they were such a waste when a real fleshy cock, which also seemed to be hot inside a pussy, could do the job much better.
Millicent could understand why some women were dykes all the way, if they loved oral sex. But once, she had been with a dyke who had started to praise the virtues of a thick dildo, and she had left before anything got started because she just couldn't agree and tell the woman that a thick dildo was great.
As she watched the two'couples, however, she knew that they weren't achieving the results that she was looking for either.
"I hate to interrupt what looks like a terrific time," she said, standing between the two couples, "but even though I love sixty-nine as much as you all do, when you're into that, you really can't tell your partner how you're feeling and what you want her to do, can you? If both mouths are buried in cunt, how can you talk?"
Leslie, one of the women on top, pulled her mouth from Patty's cunt, then looked up at Millicent and smiled. Her chin was dripping with pussy juices and she lapped them up with her tongue before talking.
"I don't know if it's that necessary to tell the other person," she said. "I can tell what's happening with Patty's pussy as I lick it. It's pretty easy to tell what makes her respond just by how juicy she gets."
"Is it?" Millicent asked.
"Of course," Leslie said. "Before, I started to nibble on her clit, and I thought that her pussy was going to snap at me. Well, it didn't, but I knew then that she wasn't into that. So now, I've been licking."
"I have a sneaking suspicion that you've licked pussy before," Millicent said, reaching down and touching Leslie's cheek.
"You're right about that," Leslie said. "A few times."
"Well then, get back to it and enjoy," Millicent said. "I'm sorry that I even bothered to interrupt you. Have fun."
She winked at Leslie, and Leslie stuck her tongue out far, just before moving her mouth right back to Patty's pussy. She must have made excellent contact, for the minute her lips were clamped against Patty's pussy lips, the redhead thrust her ass up off the floor and then started to let out a long, steady moan.
Millicent looked back at the one other couple who were still only touching.
They looked hot.
Their names were Tillie and Jackie. Somehow, Millicent thought, she would have expected that neither one of them would get into it. For Tillie, she remembered, seemed to blush still, each time the words cock or cunt were mentioned. She would have a long way to go before even coming to grips with that.
And Jackie was unmarried, and even though she had never admitted to it, Millicent was sure that the girl was still a virgin.
The brown-haired sexy group leader walked over to the two of them and stooped down beside them. She touched both of them at the same time, stroking their hair.
"And what's wrong with you?" she asked.
"I just can't do it," Tillie said. "I've never touched a woman before. I don't think that I ever could. It's immoral."
Tillie had short red hair which Millicent thought was pretty soft. She stroked it a little harder, then touched the woman's ear.
"And how about you?" she said, turning to Jackie, a lithe brunette.
"Millicent, I don't want to let you down, but I don't want to be a dyke. I know that if I ever did anything like this, I'd be a dyke in the end."
"Oh, don't be ridiculous," Millicent said. "All you'd be doing is exploring your own sexual passions and what turns you on. You can imagine that Tillie is a man if that's the way it has to be for you."
"But I've never had a man before," Jackie said.
Millicent could see how hard it was for Jackie to finally say something like that, and she hugged the girl as tightly as she could. She started to stroke her tits at the same time, and she could hear how Jackie was starting to breathe heavier.
"That's nothing to be upset about, darling. There are lots of girls in your situation. However, since you did come to these meetings, it means you want help. Let me try and help you. It won't hurt. Just lay back. Tillie, stand over there and watch."
Millicent hadn't been planning to get herself involved in any kind of pussy action, but she knew now that the only way to help Jackie would be to do it herself. After all, she didn't think that she could send a novice like Tillie in to help the girl.
Millicent started to kiss Jackie's lips, pressing her tongue deep into the girl's mouth. Jackie sucked on her tongue, eagerly, and then Millicent started to move her mouth to the girl's ear. She licked her.
"Now," she whispered, "I'm going to start turning you on. If anything scares you, try to fight it. But, if anything thrills you and you want more of it, by all means, let me know, darling. That's what I'm here for."
She kissed her way down Jackie's neck, and she could tell that the girl was sensitive there. It made her feel good when she started to open Jackie's blouse buttons and the woman had her fingers there first to do it herself.
Jackie didn't wear a bra, even though her tits were a nice, full size, and as Millicent moved her mouth to one and sucked on the nipple, she could feel it swelling in her mouth. She moved her fingers to the other stiff brown nipple and began to pluck at it.
"Oh, God, that feels better than anything else," Jackie moaned.
Her tits were heaving up and down nice and fast as her passions rose, and Millicent started to salivate all over the girl's nipple, realizing that the saliva only acted as a stimulating kind of lubricant. There as nothing better than getting a person's whole body wet and dripping with saliva for extra added sensation.
Millicent was enjoying the taste of Jackie's nipples immensely, and she started to move her mouth from one to the other.
As she did, she looked up at the clock on the wall. She could tell that there was only about ten minutes left until the end of the session, and she knew that she had to make Jackie come hard before it was time for them to leave.
For that reason alone, she didn't spend as much time with the other nipple. She did lick it, but only for a few seconds.
When she started to slide down Jackie's legs, she looped her fingers into the girl's pants and pulled them down, along with her panties.
Jackie had a sparse brown pussy patch, which was quite attractive. Her red pussy lips seemed to be quite wet, and Millicent had a feeling that it wasn't going to take too long before she would have a super climax.
She started to lick Jackie's pussy lips, and the girl thrust her ass up off the floor, slapping her cunt against Millicent's face.
"Oh, just work that tongue in deep and make it stretch my walls. That's the way I think I like it. That's the way I come good."
Millicent did just as the girl said, and she was only aided by Jackie's creamy wet cunt walls, which made her want to lick even more. She was getting mouthful after mouthful of pussy cream each time she ran her tongue in and out.
She was also trying to make sure that her strong, long tongue, was making perfect clit contact so she could keep Jackie's passions at a high. As she looked up, she saw that Jackie was now pinching her own nipples while continuing to buck her hips up and down and drive her pussy back and forth.
There reached a point where she could tell, from the tight spasms of Jackie's cunt muscles, that the girl was on the verge of a super orgasm. She licked harder and harder, and even though Jackie didn't moan too loud (making Millicent think that she would turn out to be a silent fucker in the end), it was obvious from all the cream that she was coming quite hard. Millicent's pussy-loving tongue lapped up as much cream as she could handle, and continued to do so until Jackie collapsed from exhaustion.
Millicent lifted her head up and smiled at all the girls who had gathered around to watch. Everyone else had finished what they were doing earlier, and although some of them had taken the time to dress, others had just walked over.
Millicent stood up and looked at the group.
"Well, I hope that we've all had a good time today. I'm sure that at least half of you did, and for those of you who didn't, well, I'm sure that you can wait until next week when we try something else. I'll see you then."
As she turned and started to walk out of the room, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and found herself face to face with Debbie Walsh.
"I'm sorry about not telling Mickey," she said. "I just wanted to tell you again. You've done so many good things for me, and I feel bad to know that you're disappointed."
"Don't worry about me, sugar," Millicent said. "You should feel bad for yourself. I'm serious when I tell you that the longer you wait, the harder it will be."
"I know. And that's why I hope to be able to tell you that I've told him when I come back here next week."
"I hope you can say that, too, honey. I'll see you then."
As she walked out of the room, Millicent was thinking of one thing. She could tell
Mickey if she wanted to, since she had Stella's office number. She could easily tell him. If she wanted to...
But the indecision was too much for her. She was pulled apart by it. It gave her a raging headache. She thought of having a good stiff drink. Maybe then she could decide.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Debbie, I don't know what the fuck you're waiting for," Carol said to her on Monday morning. "Group was on Thursday and you had all of Thursday, Friday, and the weekend to tell him. Why didn't you?"
"I don't know," Debbie said, sipping on her coffee. "I wish you would stop trying to tell me what to do all the time."
"Now you're taking the defensive," Carol said. "Millicent said that you tend to do that when you feel pressured and you know that the pressure is on for a good cause."
Debbie couldn't argue with her friend, for she agreed that it was the truth.
"Look," Debbie said, "each time I think about bringing it up, I think about how Mickey was that night when he found the hair. I'm telling you, Carol, he looked like he was ready to kill me. He really did. Now, if he knew that I did it for sure, he would definitely do something."
. Carol reached over and touched Debbie's hair.
"What the fuck can he do? Huh? All you have to do is ask him about his mistresses and see what he has to say about it. I bet that if you brought something like that up, it would shut him up right away."
"I think it might," Debbie said. "Still, things are not so bad the way they are. I don't mind his not knowing about what I'm doing."
"Oh, bullshit! You know that you would feel so much better if you could be honest with him, so don't try to convince yourself that you won't."
Debbie didn't say anything, for once again, she knew that Carol was right.
She took another bite of her coffee cake as she thought about the weekend.
They had gone to Mickey's brother Charlie's for dinner, and while she had helped her sister-in-law Rose in the kitchen, the two of them had had a talk.
"Have you ever cheated on Charlie?" she had asked Rose.
"No," the woman had said. "I don't think it's right."
"But do you think that he cheats on you?"
"I know that he does. But men have larger sex urges than women, and I just wouldn't be able to satisfy him the way he needs it all the time. Besides, if you want to know the truth, I don't really like it too much."
"What do you mean? How could you not like it?"
"I don't know. I've never really gotten off on it too well. Most of the time, it's more of a discomfort than anything else, so I'm usually always glad when it's over. On occasion, I get off on it."
Debbie had been very surprised to hear her sister-in-law talk like that. In some ways, it saddened her to think that there were still women who thought like that. However, in the end, it made her happy to know that she had once thought like that, but had come a long way since. That kind of thinking was in the past, where it belonged.
However, that night, as she and Mickey had climbed into bed, she had started a conversation with him, telling him what Rose had said.
"That's too bad," he had said to her, moving his hand to her pussy so he could get her wet for fucking. "But if she seems happy, that's okay, too."
"How does she know she's happy though?" Debbie had asked, trying not to succumb to his fingering because she was determined to tell him that night.
"I don't understand what the fuck you mean," Mickey had said. "Nor do I think that I even want to at this point. Let's just fuck."
"Wait," she said, closing her legs just as he pulled his cock near her. "I think it's worth discussing. She has obviously never felt the full sexual pleasure of an orgasm before, and maybe it's your brother's fault."
"What? What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Have you ever asked your brother how he makes love?" Debbie asked him, rubbing his cock to appease him since she wasn't letting him into her cunt. "Maybe your brother doesn't believe in any kind of foreplay. Maybe he just rams himself in."
"Look, there's no reason for us to be talking about this."
"I think that Rose should make it with another man, just so she can see if another man is better than Charlie. It might not be her fault, you know."
When she had suggested that, she could see the rage in Mickey's face.
"Are you telling me that she should cheat on my brother? Jesus, Debbie, what kind of way is that to talk?"
"Is there anything wrong with it if she needs it?" Debbie asked.
"No woman needs another man. One man should be enough."
And then, he had pulled her hand away from her cunt and he had forced her to spread her legs. Once he was inside, he started to fuck her hard. She could ' feel his thick cock stretching her as he rammed it in and out, and she rubbed her hands up and down his back.
Usually, she kept her eyes closed during a fuck, but that night, she had kept them open. She could see an incredible hostility in Mickey's face, and she knew it was there because of all that talk about extra-marital affairs.
If he was going to get angry at the thought of his sister-in-law cheating on his brother, Debbie had decided, he was going to get furious when he heard about what she was doing. Somehow, she didn't have the strength to put up with that fury.
She knew that she had had the chance to tell him Sunday, since all they did was spend the day home with the kids. But somehow, she just didn't have the nerve to bring it up, and she used her two kids as an excuse.
They could walk in any minute, she kept telling herself, as she" and Mickey sat in the living room reading the Sunday newspapers.
And she had gotten through the whole day like that. She couldn't tell him at dinner because of the kids, and after they were asleep, she just decided that it was too nice a day to spoil it with that news at the end.
As she ate some more cake and looked at Carol, still, she could tell that Carol was pissed at her for not telling.
"Look," she said, thinking that she owed the girl an explanation, "I will tell him, so don't worry about it. I have until Wednesday night, and even Thursday morning before he leaves for work. I can do it then, before we go to group."
"Uh huh," Carol said, sarcastically. "Tell me another."
"Look, do you mind if we change the subject?" Debbie asked. "This one is beginning to bore me a lot. Let's talk about something else."
"Fine," Carol said.
There was a long pause as the two of them looked at each other, and Debbie didn't know what to talk about. She suddenly felt so uncomfortable with Carol and she knew that Carol was feeling uncomfortable with her.
However, she didn't know why, until Carol brought it up.
"You know," the blonde woman said, "you really got off when I ate you at the meeting the other day. But you never did eat me."
"I know," Debbie said. "I've never done anything like that before."
"Well, I had never done anything like that before, either. You were my first pussy, if you want to know the truth. But you still haven't had one."
"What are you thinking of?"
"Of letting you eat me," Carol said. "Look, we didn't talk about it after it happened, but you turned me on when I ate you. I wished that you would have had the time to do it to me, and I've been thinking about it all weekend."
Debbie smiled at Carol, then reached over and touched her cheek.
"I would love to do it, honey," she said. "I think that I can get into it. However, let's wait until another day."
"But why? What's wrong with today?"
"I'm expecting Rod over soon, and I don't know if he'd like it."
"What? One man with two women? Look, I think that he'd love it. I think that we might all love it. If he doesn't, I'll be happy to leave. But in the meantime, I have a cunt that's aching for you to lick it."
"Hey, didn't you and Lou do any fucking this weekend?"
"No, if you want to know the truth. He was too busy doing one thing or another. Come on, Debbie. Do it for me. As a friend."
Debbie licked her lips. When Carol had been eating her the other day, she had been thinking of pulling down the girl's pants and panties and starting to lick her back.
However, she had been too engrossed in her own feelings to even bother.
Debbie put her coffee cup down and took Carol's hand. She started to lead her toward the living room, and once they were there, Debbie pushed her friend down on the couch.
Before Carol could do or say anything,. Debbie had her mouth planted on her lips, and she started to flick her tongue in and out of Carol's mouth. Carol sucked eagerly on Debbie's sweet tongue, and then Debbie moved her fingers lightly over Carol's clothed tits.
She started to open her friend's blouse buttons, and as she did, Carol lay back on the couch and began to squirm out of her skirt and panties.
"Debbie, I've really been looking forward to this," she moaned.
Once her blouse was open, Debbie began to finger her stiff nipples. Carol had nice red nipples, and when they were stiff, they seemed even thicker. Debbie plucked on one, then the other, and watched the way they swelled more and more under her touch."
She looked down at the blonde pussy patch as Carol slid her panties off, and then she ran her fingers over Carol's cunt lips.
They were very wet, as Debbie had expected them to be, and she slid her fingers between the lips and felt for Carol's clit.
Once she had her fingers surrounding it, she started to wiggle it back and forth. She moved her mouth down to Carol's tit at the same time and sucked her red nipple between her lips, hard. Carol moaned with pleasure.
"Oh, Debbie, your fingers are sure doing some fabulous work. I love the way they're making my cunt go crazy with desire. Keep it up, baby, keep it up."
Debbie could feel Carol's pussy walls spasming hard around her fingers, and when her cunt got so wet that Debbie couldn't hold onto her clit, she moved her mouth down.
She placed her lips over Carol's cunt lips and started to suck as hard as she could. She could taste her friend's pussy cream as she sucked it into her mouth, and the sucking sensation seemed to be bringing Carol off again.
"Oh, God," the blonde girl moaned. "Jesus, that suction is terrific. I've had it like this before, but never with such intense suction. It's blowing my fucking brains."
Carol was humping her ass up and down off the couch when Debbie heard the front door bell ringing. She continued to lap at her friend's pussy for a few seconds, through three more rings, just so she wouldn't have to leave her in mid-climax.
After Carol came good and hard, Debbie hopped off the couch and walked to the front door. She looked through the peephole and saw Rod Parker standing there.
She opened the door slowly and he stepped in.
"You look fabulous today," he said, placing his mail sack on the chair by the door and sweeping her into his arms at the same time. He moved his mouth to hers and kissed her hard on the lips.
She could feel her nipples swelling as he kissed her, but all of a sudden, he stopped. He pulled his head away and she knew that he was looking over her shoulder.
"Why, hello Mrs. Barth," Rod said, smiling.
As Debbie turned her head, she could see that Carol was standing near the living room, leaning against the wall and smiling at Rod. She was completely naked and her pussy lips looked swollen and ready for more action.
All of a sudden, Debbie didn't know if she wanted to share her lover. For she could feel a raging jealousy running through her, especially when she looked at Rod and saw the pleased expression on his face.
"You didn't tell me we were having company," he said, putting Debbie down. "I hope that I can handle two of you."
"Oh, come on Rod," Carol said, "you look like you can handle three of us, so since there are only two, I expect the treatment for one and a half women."
Debbie could see how much that flattery was working on Rod, and as he started to walk to the living room, paying very little attention to her, she followed. He was already beginning to strip off his jacket and shirt and tie, and Carol was on her knees working on his pants, just to save time.
Debbie knew that she had to get undressed fast, too. The thought that her lovely body would surely lure him away from Carol, so she started to tear off her clothes as fast as she could, eventually leaving them in a piled heap on the floor.
However, by the time she undressed, Carol already had Rod's pants down around his knees, and she was sucking on his stiff dick.
He seemed quite pleased with that, and was thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth at a nice, steady pace. She held onto his balls, too, so they didn't hit her in the chin each time he thrust in. Her ball-squeezing was also adding to the sensation.
Rod opened his eyes and saw Debbie standing next to him. As soon as he spotted the expression on her face, he knew that he was going to have to act fast.
"Hey, Deb, come here so I can hold you close," he said, smiling.
He had recognized the look of jealousy instantly, and thought that Debbie might cause some kind of hysterical scene if he didn't get her involved in the action soon. As she walked over to him, he put his arm around her and kissed her on the lips. He pulled her as close as he could without knocking Carol out of the way. , He started to touch her ass and her tits, using both hands so he could stimulate her body a lot. Sexual stimulation, Rod knew, made a person forget everything.
Meanwhile, he could feel an incredible amount of tense pleasure from his dick. Carol had a good, hot mouth, and just looking at her was turning him on, too. She had nice tits and a solid, fleshy ass. He thought that it might be fun to fuck her from behind so his groin could feel those tender ass cheeks each time he would thrust in.
But that, he knew, would have to wait until later.
"Hey, Debbie, why don't you help her down there? I can feel myself on the verge of coming. Why don't you start licking my cock, too?"
Debbie kissed him on the lips again, then started to sink to her knees.
Carol, who was only in this thing for a good time, was feeling no jealousy at all. As Debbie started to lick her way over to his cock, Carol pulled her head back so that her friend could taste it, too.
They both started to tongue his shaft, and then, Carol was moving her lips up and down his shaft while Debbie flicked her tongue over his cock head.
Carol sucked his balls into her mouth for a second, and then his cock started to pulsate hard. Debbie yelled out to her, warning her, and Carol moved her tongue back to the tip of his cock when the first load started to shoot.
Then both flicked their tongues back and forth over the piss slit of his cock so they could share the cock cream that he was ejaculating. He moaned and groaned, and placed his arms on their shoulders for support.
For the pleasure was so great and so intense, that he could feel his knees buckling as he drained his come onto their tongues. He did support himself, however.
As his cock started to go limp, Carol sucked him right into her mouth. At the same time, Debbie moved her mouth to his balls and sucked on them, getting them between her lips and then letting her tongue lick the fine blonde hairs on his scrotal sack.
"God, you two make some fucking team," Rod moaned, for he could feel the pleasure surging back into his cock, less than two minutes after his first ejaculation.
When his cock was fully hard again, they both pulled their mouths away.
"Now what?" Carol asked. "There's only one cock, and two cunts."
Rod looked at Debbie, and he knew that he was going to have to fuck her. It seemed as if she was still jealous, and because of that, he knew that he couldn't fuck Carol first, even though the desire was there.
And it wasn't because Carol was any hotter looking than Debbie, he thought. In fact, Debbie still turned him on more than any other woman he could remember. But the thing was, Carol was a new pussy, and the prospect of fucking a new pussy always appealed to him, no matter who it belonged to.
"I'm going to fuck Debbie now," he said to Carol. "But why don't you lie on the couch here so I can eat your cunt at the same time?"
"You've got it, lover," Carol said.
Rod told Debbie to lie down on the floor, near the couch. As she did, she spread her legs for him and started to pull his hard cock close to her cunt. She rubbed his wet cock head over her pussy lips and moaned.
Rod didn't enter her just then, however. He shifted his position a little so that he could move his mouth down to Carol's spread pussy. He saw how wet her cunt lips were and that made his mouth water with anticipation.
"Let me at it," he said to her, and then he moved his mouth down to Carol's pussy and started to lap at her cunt walls.
When Debbie saw that, she knew that she was going to have to slide herself forward a little, because if he had to move to fuck her, he definitely would have had to pull his mouth away from Carol's cunt.
As she slid forward and she felt his cock sliding deep into her wet cunt tunnel, she heard him moan with pleasure. It turned her on to hear him moan like that, and she moved her hands to his chest and started to rub his blonde hairs. She pulled at his pink nipples until they were stiff, then massaged his loins with her hands.
"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, this is the best ever," he moaned, and even though his words were muffled in cunt, the two women could still hear him.
Carol thought that it was pretty sensational. It was like two experiences in one, she thought. First, he was eating her cunt and that was turning her on. His tongue was working pretty well, as long as she kept her pussy lips spread because his hands were busy with Debbie's nipples.
But that was the other thing going on. When she wanted to, she could open her eyes and watch his thrusting hips as he fucked Debbie. It was like being eaten and being able to watch a porno movie at the same time, only this was no movie. It was real.
She loved the way his cock moved each time he pulled back a little, mainly because she could see it glistening with wetness. That wetness, she knew, was the juice from Debbie's cunt, and she couldn't imagine a better tasting treat. A cock with cunt juice that would soon shoot cock come. She licked her lips as she thought about it, and Rod looked up as she did that and his eyes were filled with delight.
"That's right, Rod baby," she said, licking her lips. "You are some terrific cunt licker.
You're doing just fine, baby, just fine. You can lick me whenever you want."
Debbie heard that, and she felt a pang of jealousy for a second. She didn't want to have to share her lover, although this time, it was turning out pretty nicely. Rod seemed to be putting a lot more into his fuck, and she could understand why.
Sometimes, when he ate her and she sucked him at the same time, she could feel certain cock pulsations that she knew were coming from the aphrodisiac aroma of her cunt. He had told her so himself, saying that his head just throbbed as he inhaled, as well as his cock, which was evident to her already.
She knew how, that the reason his cock was throbbing so much in her cunt (without the threat of orgasm, because they just weren't those kind of throbs) was probably because of the pleasure he was receiving from eating Carol's pussy.
He never moaned that much when he just fucked her.
And Debbie knew, that above all, she couldn't argue with the pleasures of her pussy. His cock was throbbing so much inside of her, that it tended to make her forget most of her jealous feelings and just get into the fuck.
She wrapped her legs around Rod's ass and started to massage his buttocks. She could feel how taut they were, and she wished that she could have licked them. The sweat from his ass always tasted too salty and sweet at the same time, and she loved it.
As she rubbed his ass, she could feel perspiration from his hairy chest, dripping onto her tits. She had never seen him sweat so much during a fuck, and she imagined that it was, quite possibly, the best fuck of his life.
Two women could sure change a man a lot, she thought.
Just as she thought that, his cock started to pulsate so hard in her cunt, that he was stretching her unlike any other time. The clit contact that his hot dick made was so sensational that she could feel her head spinning.
"God, don't ever stop," she started to moan, pulling on his nipples. "Don't ever stop this Rod. It's the best. The best."
She could feel him starting to shoot his cock cream right up her pussy, and overall, she couldn't blame him. After all, he had been pulsating when she had started to come so hard, and all her orgasm did was bring his on more.
Then, she heard Carol starting to moan louder and louder, until she was almost screaming at the top of her lungs. Debbie loved the way it sounded, and it made her orgasm even more intense.
Their three bodies were moving like one as they approached mutual orgasmic highs, and it stayed like that for a very long time.
But eventually, it started to subside, even though they continued to rub each other. Rod pulled his mouth away from Carol's cunt, and he moved his hand there in its place so he could keep fingering her.
Debbie sat up and rubbed Rod's cock to try and get it hard again for another round, and when she sat up, Carol moved her fingers to her stiff brown nipples and started to pinch them a little, something that Debbie was beginning to like a lot.
"Do you know that we all came together?" Rod said, licking his lips. "Do you know what that means? Shit, people talk about mutual orgasms and you read about it sometimes, but it's rare as shit in real life. God, we all came off together, all three, and that was because we all built each other up together. Shit, it's great!"
Debbie had never seen him so happy before, and she felt kind of glad herself.
"I liked it, too," Carol said. "But, I hope you. don't get upset when I say that I would have rather felt your cock. You have a beautiful dick, Rod."
"Or, a beautiful rod, Rod," he said, and they all started laughing.
"Do you think you can get it up again?" Carol asked. "I mean, you did come twice, and sometimes I have trouble making Lou get it up even a second time."
"All men are not like Lou," Debbie said to her. "All men, so it seems, must be very, very different. I like that."
"I'm only her second man," Rod said to Carol, thinking she didn't know.
"Well, mailman, you're only my fifth," Carol said. "Of course, one other was before I was married, then my husband, then my two affairs."
"You women," he said. "You're all crazy. All having affairs. Whatever happened to the good old fashioned marriages that our moms and dads used to have?"
"They went out when my mother and father got divorced," Carol said, and they all started to laugh again. "Look, if a husband isn't faithful, and most of them aren't, then why the fuck should the wife be?"
"True," he said. "But what about. the husband who is faithful and then discovers that his wife isn't? What then?"
"He'll just have to come to grips with it, just the way we're coming to grips with what our husbands do," Debbie said. "There's always counseling."
Rod looked at the two naked women as he tugged at his cock. The sight of the lovely bodies was making him get stiffer, faster than usual, but he knew it was going to take a little bit more time before his cock was in a hard enough fucking condition.
"Is that the way you do it?" he asked. "You go to a counselor?"
"We both do," Carol said. "Lots of women do."
"And your counselor is the one who told you to have other affairs? I don't think a woman who would do that is all there, do you?"
"Of course she is," Debbie said. "Don't be ridiculous.".
"Well, that's not the right thing to do. That's just adding more wood to the fire."
"Some women thought like you do," Carol said, and she moved her hand down to Rod's cock and tugged on it, too, so that eventually, all three of them were pulling on it in an effort to get him hard.
"And do you know what Millicent told them?" Debbie asked. "She said that even if a wife talked to her husband and tried to reason with him, he would still continue to have those affairs. You can't keep your eyes on your man all day. So she thought it would be okay for a woman to do it."
"As long as she's honest with her husband about it," Carol .said.
All of a sudden, his cock was fully hard, and so, the conversation ended.
But, when it ended on that point, he just assumed that both Mr. Walsh and Mr. Barth knew that their wives were making it with other men. And since they were supposed to be honest, he thought that Mr. Walsh already knew about him and that Mr. Barth would soon find out.
He was rather pleased, thinking that his affair had been going on with Debbie for a few months, and Mr. Walsh still treated him rather nicely. Rod knew that he had to be a very understanding man, and he thought that it was pretty hip for him to accept something like that. Not all husbands would be so understanding, he thought.
"Hey, Carol," he heard Debbie say, "you can let him fuck you. I know what I want to do this time, and I think it will be nice to watch."
Carol winked at her friend and then started to pull him closer between her legs so that his cock was rubbing against her pussy. She rubbed his cock head over her pussy lips, and he moaned softly.
Debbie pushed on his ass, pushing him into her, and she looked at it and smiled. She loved to watch a taut ass as the man fucked, and that was why she and Mickey sometimes put up a mirror before going to bed.
She didn't think that she could get into having a mirror there all the time, which is one reason why they didn't put one up permanently, but on occasion, she and Mickey would hang one from the ceiling so they could see their reflections while fucking.
But now, she was watching one in real life, and as he thrust, she started to massage his buttocks, hard. He was building up a fast sweat.
Debbie moved her lips down to his ass and started to kiss his ass. She stuck her tongue in and out of her mouth, licking his buttocks lightly as she ran her lips all over both cheeks. Then, she spread his ass cheeks with her hand and started to lick his ass-hole, grabbing his balls as she did so.
He moaned louder, and she knew that he must have been feeling great.
And he was. Rod was fucking Carol good and hard, and at the same time he kept hoping that they would be able to get together many times so that they could repeat scenes like this one. He could imagine getting into all kinds of kinky things with two women.
His cock started to pulsate hard, and he thought that he was going to be able to hold back. However, Debbie was reaming his ass-hole pretty deep by that time.
He lost complete control and started to shoot off in Carol's cunt. His cock pulsated really hard as he came, and she came lightly because of the clit stimulation and some of the feelings from before.
But, as far as she was concerned, he was only an adequate fucker. When he was upstairs in the shower and she and Debbie were sitting on the sofa, she told Debbie what she thought.
"On, come on, what makes you say that?" Debbie asked.
"Well, he came rather fast, if you want to know the truth. Oh, he was stroking okay, and all that, but he didn't hold back long enough."
"I could understand why," Debbie said. "I was reaming his ass-hole."
"Oh, that explains it," Carol said. "God, Debbie, you should have told me that. I guess I'm going to have to get together with him again."
"I guess so," Debbie said.
"Hey, look, you sound so jealous. How can you be jealous of a lover?"
Debbie started to laugh.
"You know something? You're right? I'm not even that jealous about Mickey sleeping around anymore, so I don't see how I could be jealous about a lover."
'Good, then I'm going to ask him to meet me again," Carol said.
"I'd love it," he heard a male voice say, and when they turned around they could see that he was standing there, naked and clean.
He started to dress as they watched, and then he kissed them each goodbye. After he left, Carol had one more remark to make.
"You know, I think that I liked fucking him better than I did talking with him. I didn't like talking with him that much."
And she hardly even realized that he had enjoyed the talk a great deal.
CHAPTER SIX
Carol was sitting home reading the newspaper one afternoon, three weeks later, but she could hardly get into it. There were so many other things on her mind, particularly, her interlude with Rod that afternoon.
There were other things running through her mind that were related to the interlude, too, and those were what bothered her more than anything else.
For the afternoon had been terrific. Rod had stopped off at about two, after he was finished making his rounds, and they had an entire hour together before he had to leave because her kid was coming home from school.
She had sucked him off twice, and he had fucked her once. She could still taste the sweet flavor of his come on her lips as she turned to see if there was anything nice on sale that week.
It was done in an effort to make herself stop thinking about the other things, but it didn't work at all. She still thought about telling Lou that she had taken another lover, but she just hadn't done it.
She knew that Debbie still didn't tell Mickey about Rod, either, and Millicent seemed to be getting more and more frustrated about it. That was one reason Carol had made Debbie promise not to tell Millicent that she was sharing her lover, because Millicent would want to know if she had told Lou.
At first, Debbie hadn't wanted to keep it a secret, telling Carol that she should tell Lou for her own good. But somehow, Carol had been able to talk Debbie into keeping it a secret, and so far, no one knew.
Carol just wasn't sure if Lou would be able to handle knowing, and that was her reason for not telling him. She had been honest with him about her first two lovers, the way Millicent told her to be, and even though Lou had seemed upset, she knew that he could put up with it a little. He had to.
However, in the past few weeks, there had been some changes. Lou hadn't been making love to her as often as he usually did, and those times when he did were only when she pulled him on top of her and begged him for it.
He would usually lay back, and when she got him up, she had to climb on his cock and work her way up and down.
The last time it had happened, about two weeks earlier, she had finally started yelling at him and asking him what's wrong.
"I just figured I don't have to fuck my wife anymore," he had said to her. "I figured that she's getting what she wants from her lovers."
"I don't have any," she had said to him, even though it was a lie.
She had broken up with her second lover several weeks earlier, and she had told Lou all about it. And even though she had only made it with Rod once, at Debbie's, she didn't think of him as her lover yet. She wanted to wait to see how things worked out.
"How the hell am I supposed to believe that?" Lou had asked her.
"You doubt what I tell you," she said, moving her hand through the thick black hairs around his cock. "I'm being perfectly honest with you."
"And how am I supposed to know that?"
Carol had been getting more and more frustrated with him, for even though his dick was fully hard and she was stroking it nicely, he didn't act like he was feeling anything.
"Look, Lou, I was the one who was honest with you when I told you that I had a lover. You never told me about all your little affairs during lunch hours or with your secretaries, until I demanded that you do it. So who is never honest? Huh? Huh?"
"I didn't think that you could accept it," he said.
"Well, I could. I did. And now, you should accept it when I tell you that I'm with someone else. Shit, Lou, it's no blow to your masculinity, I hope."
"It is," he said.
"If it was, you wouldn't be able to get it up, so don't give me that bullshit. Besides, you must have fucked so many women in your life, enough to know that you're a terrific fuck. That's right Lou, you are. And that's why I have no lover now. I'd only take a lover who compares to you."
"If I can believe you," he said.
She remembered how she had ended up going down on him that night, and sucking him dry. But after that, it was senseless to try to get him up again.
It had been one of the most enthusiastic orgasms ever.
Then, she had seen Rod again, and she knew that she was going to keep seeing him. She loved the way he sucked her pussy, better than the way he fucked her, but she was starting to enjoy that, too.
But she hadn't told Lou about it yet because she was having enough trouble with him coming to grips about the other two men. He seemed to be blaming his lack of sexual interest in her on the previous lovers. He would never understand Rod.
Besides, she knew that Lou knew Rod, and Rod was much younger and much more handsome than Lou was. If her previous lovers were a threat to him, Rod most certainly would be, even more.
But her conscious kept telling her that she should tell Lou. She thought that she owed it to him to tell him, yet she wanted her sex life with him to get better. Doing one would certainly make the other worse.
So she was just trying to forget all about it, even though it had been on her mind for weeks. And that afternoon with Rod had just confirmed her previous thoughts that she was going to want this affair to continue for a while.
She always felt good when Rod left her, and that, she told herself, was what sexual satisfaction was all about.
As the she heard the front door open, she thought it was her child.
"Is that you, honey?" she asked, yelling out.
"No, it's me," she heard Lou saying. He could tell from the child-like voice she had put on that she assumed it was their son. "Where is he?"
"Over at Debbie's, playing with Paul," Carol said.
She didn't have to yell to him too much longer, for he walked into the living room where she was stretched out on the couch.
She thought that he looked a little tired, for his black hair wasn't combed right. He looked so worried about things, and as he sat down on the couch next to her, she moved her hand down to his firm jaw and stroked him.
He looked at her and tried to smile, but he couldn't.
"It's just not going to work, Carol," he said to her.
"What? What are you talking about?"
"I know about you and Rod Parker. The two of us just had a long talk in the bar down the block. I must admit that it came as something of a shock to know it was him."
Carol's jaw dropped open as she stared at her husband. She moved her lips to his hand and started to kiss it.
"But you're the one that I love," she said. "Rod's just a man I've been fucking."
"You never told me about him," Lou said. "You've been lying about him for the past few weeks. How can I ever believe that there aren't any others?"
"Lou, what are you trying to tell me?"
"I'm leaving you, Carol," he said. "I'm trying to be as civil as I possibly can because I don't want to get too violent."
He stood up, pulling his hand away from her grasp. Carol was so shocked. As she looked at him, she realized that she would probably never be able to live without him. Her whole life revolved around him, and no matter what Millicent Mills said, keeping her husband was more important to her than anything else.
It was something that she could only realize as her marriage was on the verge of collapse, as it was now.
She reached for his jacket as he started to walk away, and she pulled it.
"Look, don't leave me," she started to scream through her tears. "Lou, I do love you. I've always loved you and I always will."
He turned and stared at her, the hatred burning in his eyes.
"How the fuck can you say that?" he asked. "How can you say that when you make it with other men? Huh? What kind of bullshit is this I hear?"
Carol could see how mad he was, and she was about to say something when she thought of something else. What she planned to say was the kind of thing that Millicent Mills would say, and it would definitely turn him right off.
So she rephrased her words before saying them.
"And me?" she asked him, crying. "What about me? I know that you make it with other girls, but I never think that it means you don't love me. I hope to God that you still love me, and I understand that these girls are only for physical pleasure. Oh, Lou, there's a physical thing and there's an emotional thing. I only feel the emotions when I'm with you because I only love you."
She could see that she was getting to him, because he was making no attempt to leave. She jumped off the couch and got down on her knees, right in front of him.
"I am pleading with you, on my knees, nof to leave," she said, crying between each word and gasping for breath in the hopes that she could get it all out.
He had his fists clenched together, and she could see that he was trying to let something out, but was having a hard time.
"Do you want to hit me for not telling you about Rod?" she screamed. "Please, if you want to do it, hit me. Hit me."
Lou pulled his fist back and then smashed it against her cheek. She fell back as she felt the blow, and her vision was blurred for a few seconds. She could feel the blood starting to drip out of her nose.
As soon as Lou saw that, he dropped to his knees. .
"Oh God, baby, I'm sorry," he said, and he rested his body on top of hers and started to kiss her on the lips.
As he did, she could feel his hands pulling at her house dress, ripping the buttons right off because of his eagerness. She could also feel something that she hadn't felt in the longest time, and it was great.
His cock was bulging in his pants, and she knew it was because of his anticipation about this fuck. She started to rub his dick hard.
"Oh, Lou," she moaned, as she felt him licking her neck, "your cock just feels like it's ready to shoot. I love it, baby."
He sat up on his knees and looked down at her naked, heaving tits. He could see how stiff her nipples were, and as he moved down on her legs, he saw how nice her cunt looked.
He started to rip off his clothes, not caring about his buttons, either.
When he had his shirt off, Carol rubbed her fingers over his black hairy chest. She thought that his chest fur felt great, and she pushed some out of the way as she started to finger his stiff nipples.
He moaned as she pulled on them, and he seemed to love it.
Lou pushed his pants and underwear down to his ankle and as his cock popped up and slapped against his belly, she grabbed it.
"Oh, Lou, I haven't seen you this way in the longest time. Oh, baby, if you were only like this all the time, maybe I could put up with not having anyone else."
"Shut up," he said, thrusting his cock in her clenched hand. "This is no time for you to be talking. We should be fucking."
With those words, he pulled his cock out of her hands and started to slide down her body. He rubbed his cock near her cunt and then shoved himself in.
Carol thrust her ass up off the carpeted floor to meet him halfway, and then she started to buck up and down as he fucked her.
She wrapped her legs around his ass and got into the feeling of his warm, furry body on top of hers. He hadn't fucked her like this in a long time, and she wanted to take full advantage of it.
She started to rub his buttocks with her feet, and as he got more and more excited she could-feel the tension mounting in his cock.
However, she knew that she didn't want him to come this fast. She knew that if he came so fast, she would lose all sensation. He had to hold back a little longer.
As he thrust in, she wrapped her legs around his buttocks tightly so that he couldn't move, and when he looked up at her, she pulled his lips to hers and kissed him hard, sucking his eager to thrust tongue into her mouth.
His chest was sweating on her heaving tits, and she loved the way that was feeling. She could feel her pussy spasming tightly around his cunt, and she knew that was enough to keep him up and pulsating.
"Oh God, I can feel another one coming on," she moaned.
The thrill of having him be this forceful with her, something that he hadn't done in a long time, was enough to make her start peaking again, right on top of a first orgasm. She waited until the second one subsided before letting him start thrusting again.
When he did, he pulled his cock back far, to the point where she thought he might fall out. However, he had always been something of an expert when it came to long strokes, and he made sure that he never fell out.
His long cock was making sensational contact with her clit, and she could feel her pussy starting to spasm hard around him once again.
He rammed his way in hard when his cock started to pulsate, and then she felt him starting to come inside of her. He was filling her pussy with thick loads of his cock cream, and she started to lick the sweat off his cheeks and neck as he groaned with orgasmic pleasure. He continued to thrust long after coming.
As he collapsed with exhaustion, on top of her, he kissed her face everywhere.
"Oh, Carol,, I hope that was enough to make you see how much I love you. God, I haven't come like that with a hooker in ages."
"And you haven't come like that with me in just as long," she said, rubbing her hands up and down his muscular back.
"True," he said. "I guess I have been neglecting you a little. Even before you sprung it on me that you were having an affair, I guess I'd been thinking about it. And then, once you told me, I just thought it was a good enough reason not to come near you."
"And you never did," she said. "Or didn't do it with enthusiasm."
He moved his hand to her nose and touched the dried blood
"I'm so sorry about this," he said. "I wanted to let it out, and you kept telling me to let it out, and so..."
"You let it out," she said, smiling. "I can feel it."
"Hey, it's not hurting, is it?" he asked.
"A little. But it's worth it for all the pleasure that you brought to me. I can't remember the last time when I've felt so good."
She moved her hand down to his cock and she was rubbing it, hoping that he would be able to get it up again. That, she knew, would be something that he hadn't done in a long time. Two orgasms in a row with her was rare.
"Do you want to make it again?" he asked her, sensing what she was doing.
"Of course. I want to suck that cock of yours for a while, and possibly even just make you come like that. Do you remember the last time I sucked you? Well, I got your come, but very little else. Let's do it right this time."
He rolled off of her and lay on his back. As he did, his limp cock flopped between his legs, but she reached for it and started to suck on him.
She sucked on his balls for a few minutes while she tugged on his cock, and when she felt him starting to grow again, she started to suck the shaft. She flicked her tongue back and forth over the tip of his dick, and he started to grow at a more rapid rate.
"You always did have a talent for it," he moaned, thrusting his hips up.
"I like that kind of response," she said, licking his cock with her tongue at the same time so that the pleasure would not subside, even for a second.
She started to try and dig her tongue into the piss slit of his cock, and as she did, she felt his hand rubbing her ass.
"Bring that pussy over to me, honey," he moaned. "It's been a long time since I ate that cunt of yours. I hope it tastes as good as I remember."
"I hope it tastes better than you remember," she said.
That was all she said, for she was ready to suck his cock all the way in back of her throat. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and took him all the way down. As he thrust his hips up a little, she started to tickle his buttocks.
He lifted his head and began to eat her pussy, running his tongue back and forth over her cunt lips until they were so wet that they just spread apart on their own. Then he started to do some pussy probing with his skilled tongue, until he had made contact with her stiff clit. Then, her juices started to drip onto his face.
She could feel her whole body bursting with sensation, and she started to wiggle her ass around a little, just so he'd know how much she loved it. His hands were rubbing her buttocks good and hard.
He could feel his cock pulsating hard in her mouth, and he pulled his head back to warn her that he was going to come.
With the way she was squeezing his balls and sucking on his cock, there was no way that he was going to be able to hold back. He just told her to get ready, and once he did that, he started to shoot thick loads of come into her mouth.
She sucked on him eagerly, first letting the come shoot onto her tongue so that she could smear it all over his rod, then sucking and sucking just to get that flavor off again. She could smell his strong musky odor turning her on, and she started to come again. His tongue was there catching everything.
As the orgasms subsided, she had a wonderful idea. She got up and walked over to the living room phone. She dialed Debbie's number.
"Deb," she said, "would you mind keeping the kid for the night?"
"Not at all," Debbie said. "I don't see why, though."
"Well, I'll tell you all about it later," Carol said. "Lou came home in a great mood tonight, if you get my meaning. If you don't, I'll tell you all about it tomorrow, okay? Talk to you then. And, thanks again."
As she hung up, she saw that Lou was lying on the carpet with his legs spread, tugging on his matted pubic patch.
"Tell me something," he said to her, "do you and Debbie Walsh discuss everything?"
"Well, we are best friends," she said.
She walked to the bar and made two drinks, then walked back and sat down beside him. They made a toast to a long, happy marriage, and then they started to drink. Of course, they were still touching each other, almost like newlyweds exploring.
He moved his mouth to her tit and sucked on it while he had an ice cube in his mouth, and she loved the sensations she could feel from it.
As he moved his hand down to her pussy and started to massage her again, he leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"What about Rod?" , "Huh?" she asked, sorry that his name had come up all over again.
"Are you still going to see him?" he asked her. "I have to know."
"I don't know," she said. "What about you? Are you still going to fuck around with all those whores during lunch hours?"
"I don't know," he said to her, and she felt his cock growing a little. She knew that he must have been thinking about those whores, still, and that was answer enough as far as she could tell.
He was certainly planning to continue.
"I'll tell you what," she said, tugging harder and harder to make him hard. "If you remain faithful to me, I'll remain faithful to you. But believe me, there's no sense in trying to hide it from each other. You know that I'll find out what you're doing."
"I guess you will continue then," he said, smiling.
"It's up to you. And look, you are up. Anyway, I know one person who'd be happy if I break up with Rod. Debbie, for sure."
She moved her mouth down to his cock and started to lick the drop of come away from the tip, flicking her tongue out as she did. She could feel how hard his shaft was, and she couldn't wait for him to fuck her.
"Why will Debbie be so happy?" he asked her.
"The first time I ever made it with Rod was when Debbie was there. We had what you'd call a threesome."
"Why would you invite Debbie to do that?" he asked, thrusting his cock against her lips. He was asking her now, mainly out of curiosity.
"I didn't invite her," Carol said. "She was the one who was having an affair with Rod from the beginning. She kind of asked me."
"Kind of asked you?" he asked, warily.
"Well, it just happened," she said. Carol knew that she couldn't tell him how she and Debbie had made it with each other because he certainly wouldn't have understood that. As a matter-of-fact, she thought that he was acting pretty nice about the threesome.
"So, Debbie had him first?" he asked.
"Yes," she said, and suddenly, she realized something. "Hey, you're not supposed to know that, okay? I don't want you telling Mickey about it. Debbie's planning to tell him soon, but she hasn't told him yet."
"Honesty is the best policy," he said. "Although, I didn't like it."
"But you got used to it," she said.
And then, she sucked his cock deep into her mouth, and continued to suck him until she could feel him pulsating hard.
Then, she pulled her mouth away and climbed on top of his upraised shaft. She started to ride his cock up and down, reaching for his balls so she could squeeze them at the same time. She could feel his cock pulsating again, but she slowed down until the pulsations subsided a bit. Not that it made a difference.
For the night was young, the kid out of the house, and she knew that she and Lou had all night to make up for lost time.
Her heart simply throbbed with anticipation at the thought of this, and her pussy juices started to flow.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"And that's the only reason I wanted to know in the first place," Millicent Mills said to Stella. "His wife is in another group of mine, and I just put your description and her description together."
Stella was quite impressed with Millicent's intelligence.
T would love to meet her one day," Stella said. "I would love to see what she's like.
Maybe we could become friends."
"Two women who share the same man can never be friends," Millicent said. "One of you would have to give him up, and we both know which one."
"Yes," Stella said. "Well, it was interesting finding out. I'm going home now to my sweet husband."
"Uh huh," Millicent said, smiling. "How has Harry been?"
"Who knows?" Stella asked. "Half the time, when he fucks me, I don't even know that he's there. That's how much he puts into it. That's also why I don't think I could ever live without Mickey. If I ever had to give him up, I'd have to find myself another steady lover. It wouldn't be right."
"I know what you mean," Millicent said. "Once a woman adapts herself to some good, strong fucking, she can't live without it. Have a good night."
As Stella walked out of the meeting room, she walked down the stairs and then out onto the streets. She hailed a cab and gave him her address. As she looked over the city streets, she felt as gloomy as the rain made them look.
She was a little worried about her husband, Harry.
Lately, he had been coming home from work drunk, and that, she knew, was a bad sign. She still loved him in some ways, for they had been through so much together. She had been able to put up with his fucking other women, but she just didn't know if she could put up with his drinking.
She hoped that he wouldn't be drunk that night when she got home.
However, as soon as she walked in, she could smell the liquor in the living room. She hesitated as she thought about going to the bedroom, but she decided that she had to get it over with and go in there.
As she walked down the hall, she thought she could hear him crying a little bit. She wasn't definitely sure until she looked over at him, lying face-down on the bed. He was completely naked, and he had his head buried in a pillow.
"Shit, shit, shit," he was saying, over and over again.
Stella couldn't ever remember seeing him cry before, and she felt something tugging at her heart. She remembered how much she had loved him once, and seeing him this down and out was making her love him all over again.
"Hey, what's up?" she asked, walking into the bedroom.
He raised his head and looked at her. She saw the tear stains on his cheeks and then he placed his head down on the pillow.
"Get out off here. Leave me alone."
"Come on," she said to him. "If there's something bothering you, let me know. I'm your wife and I want to help you."
He rolled over on his back and she saw that his cock was semi-hard between his legs. She licked her lips as she thought about sucking him.
Harry had short reddish-brown hair and a nice, tight body. She loved the brown curls on his chest, and as she moved closer, she touched him.
"It's not working right," he said to her.
"What isn't, Harry?" she asked him. "I want to know. Please, baby."
She moved her lips to his and kissed him lightly. It took all that she had to hold the kiss for even a few seconds, because of the smell of alcohol. Still, she could tell that he needed something like this, and she had to give it to him.
"Everything," he said. "The job. They're getting down on me for drinking. The girls. They're getting down on me for drinking."
"I'd like to get down on you for doing that, too," she said to him. "But I love you, and if you'd only tell me why you drink, I could help you."
By that time, she had moved her hand down to his cock, and she was rubbing it lightly. He still wasn't fully hard, and she knew that some of his trouble in getting an erection had to do with all the liquor.
However, she knew she could comfort him by getting him hard.
"But you're the reason for it," he said to her.
Stella was suddenly outraged. She pulled her head back so she wouldn't have to smell his breath, then looked at him with hostility. He tried to move his hand to her tits so he could rub them through her sweater, but she pulled back fast.
"And just what the fuck do you mean by that?" she asked him. "How the hell could I be responsible for what you do? How?"
"I drink because you don't love me anymore," he said to her.
Stella slapped him across the face, hard, three times, just so he could work his way out of his drunken stupor and listen to what she had to say.
"Now just because I fuck someone else that you know about, it doesn't mean I don't love you. I do love you, but you pay no attention to me."
"I do," he said. "I love you, too."
Stella could feel herself weakening. It had been so long since he had said those words to her, and hearing them, especially from the man she loved, made her feel sensational.
She moved her lips back to his and kissed him hard, sucking his tongue into her mouth, even though it did taste like alcohol.
However, her mind was racing too much for her to even care. All that mattered was the response she could feel in his cock.
She started to rub it harder, and then, she kissed her way down his hairy chest and placed her lips over his cock head. She started to flick her tongue in and out over his piss slit, and she could hear him moaning.
As she sucked him, she opened her skirt buttons and slid her skirt down. She slid her panties off and felt him moving his hand to touch her cunt. She started to come the moment she felt his fingers inside of her pussy, and she wiggled her ass.
Harry finger fucked her at a nice, steady pace, and she sucked his cock at the same rate.. She could feel him starting to swell in her mouth and she knew that he was going to be coming any second.
She slid her mouth down his shaft and sucked his balls in, rubbing his saliva-riddled shaft all over her cheeks and chin. She could see a few drops of come sneaking their way out, and she couldn't wait for the full load.
She sucked on his balls until she was sure that he was going to shoot.
Then, she dropped his balls from her mouth and sucked his cock head back between her lips. She did it just in time for him to shoot his first creamy load onto her tongue, and after that, she sucked out the rest.
Harry was moaning as he thrust his hips up and down, wildly.
He was happy when his cock stayed semi-hard in her mouth, long after he had come. He pulled her away from his cock and pulled her sweater off.
"You know that you're the only woman for me," he said, moving his mouth to her tits as she lay back on the bed. "You know that none of the others mattered."
Stella didn't say anything, for she could understand how Harry would lie about something like that, just to make her feel better. She knew that the others might not have tugged on his emotions, but they did have their effect on his sexual urges.
They had turned him on, and they had taken his cock into their cunts many times.
She tried not to think about it then. Instead, she just lay back and closed her eyes. As he sucked on one nipple, she felt his fingers pulling on her red pussy hairs. He was untangling her knotted curls, and she liked it a lot. She felt his fingers rub over her pussy lips ever so often, and that was making her wet.
Harry feasted on one of Stella's red hot nipples, then licked his way over to her other one. He couldn't believe how sweet she tasted, and he knew that one of the reasons why was because he just hadn't tasted her in the longest time.
When he felt her cunt starting to get wetter, he slid his fingers in and started to feel for her clit. When he touched it, Stella thought that she was going to explode. He moved his mouth down to her pussy, just in time to catch her juices as they started to flow out. He lapped them up quickly.
Stella moved her hands to his head and pressed his mouth closer to her pussy. She wanted him to keep his head there forever, so she could feel the pleasures mount continuously.
Harry could do nothing but lick, especially because of the way she was forcing his head to stay there. But he wasn't complaining at all, for he was getting off on eating her cunt more than he had in the longest time.
And it wasn't only her cunt that he was thinking about He was thinking about all the others that he had eaten, and how little satisfaction he got.
He had figured out why, months ago, but they had already gotten too involved in their own things for him to talk about it.
As he started to lick her more, he thought back.
He had been faithful to Stella for their first few years of marriage, but then, he had started to stray. It was easy to stray when you were working, and even easier when most of the men you worked with did, also.
Harry would never forget the first time he had gone with some associates to see a hooker during lunch hour. He had been a little scared, for even though he had had a number of girls before Stella, after he had married her, she had been the only one.
The hooker that he took looked something like his wife, as far as the red hair and big tits went. He had picked her especially for that reason. As she stripped him and started to go down on him, he had trouble getting it up.
"I've never cheated on my wife before," he had told the hooker.
"I can see that. But you have been sucked before. Just get into the pleasure of it, and you'll love the whole thing. That's all that counts."
As soon as she had said that, he had felt himself swelling.
She had sucked him off good and hard, and he would never forget how intense that orgasm had been. He knew that it was because the hooker was new mouth, and she had her own cock sucking technique.
He hadn't fucked her the first time because he just thought that he would feel too guilty. But then, during the next few weeks, he started to realize that the reason his orgasm had been so intense, because he was just too used to the things that Stella did to him. He liked the new experiences.
It wasn't long before he was joining his business associates at least once a week at the whorehouse, and he went way past having his cock sucked. There reached a point where he was fucking them and eating them.
Once, he even fucked one of the girls anally, something he had never done with Stella because she thought he was too big for her ass-hole.
Things had been going okay for the next few years.
For as far as he knew, Stella was faithful to him. had no idea that she was fooling around behind his back, until the day when she told him.
Harry would never forget that night.
They had been lying in bed, after a fuck. He thought that he had really fucked her well for she had been exhausted. But then, she had moved her hand down to his cock and as she stroked him, she talked.
"I know that you've been cheating on me for she said to him. "Don't even ask me how I know. It's one of those things that a wife can pick up on. I find one clue and then another, and I can only assume that you've been cheating."
He had looked at her, innocently, trying to pretend that he didn't know what she was talking about.
However, he soon realized, she wasn't telling him that she knew so he could plead innocence. She was telling him for another reason.
"I've been going to a group therapy thing," she said to him. "I was going there because I felt incredibly guilty about what I was doing."
"What were you doing?"
"I was, and still am, having an affair with someone. Now I don't think there's any reason for you to get upset. In fact, I'm sure that there's no reason at all. You've been doing it for pure sexual fun, and so have I."
"But...."
"Hey, I'm not apologizing to you," Stella had said. "I just want to be as open and honest as I possibly can be with you. I don't know if I ever would have had the nerve to just go out and start something. But it kind of happened on its own, and as I hesitated, I thought about you and the girls you've been with. I didn't see any reason why I shouldn't be with another guy."
She had said it all so matter-of-factly, hardly even giving him a chance to say anything about what he felt.
"So I just want you to know that I don't mind what you do, just as much as you shouldn't mind what I do."
And that was all. Each time he tried to bring it up, tried to tell her that he didn't want her doing anything like that, she would remind him of what he did and close the subject. Eventually, he couldn't stand making it with her anymore.
For no matter what she said, he couldn't help associating her lack of fidelity with a lack of love.
When he reached a bad point at work, where things just started to pile up, he began to take his refuge in drink.
However, recently, most of his mistresses had told him they didn't want to see him again because they hated his drinking, and his company management had even gotten down on him, telling him to shape up or get put.
That night, he had been drowning in his sorrows when he realized that Stella was all he had, and she wasn't even all his.
But she was now, he thought, and he was going to eat her so well that she would always want be. He started to flick his tongue back on her clit; he felt her starting to come harder and harder.
He moved his hand down to his cock and started to stroke himself, his erection was back, hard and in good fucking condition.
Harry started to kiss his way up her body, and as he did, he rubbed his cock against her thigh, just so she could know what was coming.
She spread her legs even more for him, and as he rubbed his cock head over her pussy lips, she moaned as loud as she could.
He entered her good and hard, and Stella was quite impressed with the power behind his thrusting. He hadn't fucked her this good and hard since their honeymoon, she thought, and those nights had been sensational.
She wrapped her legs around his ass and massaged his buttocks. Meanwhile, he was moving his fingers over her tits, pinching one nipple and then the other, she could feel them bursting with pleasure, due to a combination of his thrusting and his massaging.
She pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him hard.
She didn't, even mind that he still tasted like alcohol, for she was just using his tongue as some kind of pacifier. She needed something to suck on while she was being fucked so good and hard.
She could feel his balls slapping against her ass each time he thrust in, and that only heightened the sensations more.
Stella started to run her fingers through his hair as she felt his cock beginning to pulsate hard in her cunt.
"I love you baby," he moaned, kissing her neck and ears. "I've never loved anyone like I love you, and I never will."
"Oh, Harry, that's so fucking nice to hear," she moaned, and she felt herself coming good and hard. Her pussy muscles were gripping his cock so tightly that she could understand-how he started to come so fast.
She felt his cream shooting into her pussy, and she thrust her ass up off the bed so that his cock was deep inside of her as he shot.
She could feel the sweat pouring off his back and she rubbed it with her fingers. He lay on top of her for a long time after he had come, kissing her and nibbling on her nipples to keep up her pleasures.
"Harry," she said, "tell me why you finally broke own?"
"I can't," he said to her. "I just can't. I'd be too embarrassed."
"I want to know," he said.
"It all has to do with you and your lover, whoever . I was drinking so much so I could forget about it, and all that made my mistresses kick me out. Besides, even if they let me stay, I know I wouldn't have been able to do anything."
"You mean that you would have been impotent?" she asked him. "I can't seem to believe that. Why, look at you now. You're almost hard again."
"That's because it's you, baby," he said, kissing her tit. "It would never happen with any other chick. That's because I love you."
"I love you, too," she said, and she really meant it.
He started to kiss her pussy again, and she could feel herself getting hot once more. Harry could always control her so well, when he wanted to. He licked her pussy and brought her to a mild orgasm.
As he rested his chin on her pussy patch, he spoke again.
"I want you to know that I'm not going to see any other women. I was wondering if you could stop seeing your other man. I was wondering if you love me enough."
"I do," she said. "I do, but. . . "
"But what?" he asked. "What's wrong with both of us deciding to have a good old-fashioned kind of marriage where we're faithful each other?"
"Not a thing," she said to him. "I would like it like that. But. . . "
"What?" he asked, fingering her pussy again. "Tell me."
"How am I supposed to believe that you won't see anyone else? How am I supposed to know that? You've been fucking around for so long."
"You'll just have to trust me," he said. "I'll promise you, but you still have to believe me. I'll stick to my promise, I swear."
"Then I'll stick to mine," she said, and she kissed him again. "But remember, if you ever do it again, so will I."
"I never will," he said, getting ready to enter her again. "I swear."
And she did believe him. She just didn't know what she was going to tell Mickey. She didn't know how he was going to take it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It all happened quite coincidentally, as these things sometimes tend to happen.
Mickey had been suspecting Debbie of cheating on him for some time now, ever since he had found that blonde hair in his bed. Some nights, when he made love to her after that, he sensed that she was holding something back from him.
Usually, when he fucked her, he would open his eyes on occasion as he rammed his thick dick in and out of her pussy. He couldn't remember a time when she had ever kept her eyes open. He always remembered her keeping her eyes shut tight, as if she was letting her mind concentrate on this intense pleasure that his cock brought to her.
However, ever since that night, he would usually find her with her eyes open. He would sense that she was thinking about something, and after their orgasms, he would try to bring up the subject.
"What's on your mind? Whatever it is, I can sense it," he would say.
But she always made up some stupid excuse about their sons, or about her parents or something else that he knew was complete and total bullshit.
Mickey had also been thinking about what he would do if he discovered that Debbie was fucking around with other men. The first time he had ever suspected it for sure, when he found the hair, he had been outraged. He knew that he could have killed her.
Talking with Stella had changed his thinking, a little. He knew now that he wouldn't explode completely, but he would want to talk it out with her and find out just what the fuck was going on. Then, he thought, he might hit her.
He learned the truth, one morning, from three different people, all within an hour. The first person to tell him was Stella.
Stella had walked into his office that morning, and he could tell that there was something on her mind. As he pulled her sweater up over her tits and started to suck on her incredibly beautiful nipples, she moaned softly.
She didn't seem to be responding as well as usual, he thought, so he licked and sucked her two red beauties even harder. As he did, he moved his hand down to her panties and started to finger her cunt. He could feel how wet she was.
"Hey, let me suck you off first," she said.
Mickey had no complaints about that. If he had realized that this was to be the last blow job she would ever give him, he might have. But she was waiting to tell him.
It had been almost a week since she and Harry had made a pact to be faithful to each other, and she had already broken it with Mickey. She had been telling herself again and again that she wasn't going to let herself succumb to sexual passion when he touched her, and if she could hold back, she would certainly have some strength to resist.
When he was fingering her pussy, she felt herself giving in.
That was why she suggested sucking him, and she was on her knees in no time with Mickey's stiff and eager dick, sliding in and out of her mouth at a steady rate. Stella moved her tongue all over his cock, just so she would remember what it felt like. She pulled his balls, and at one point, sucked on them for a long time.
She looked at the expression of complete pleasure on Mickey's face, and she loved him so much. However, she loved her husband even more, and if Harry was going to try and be faithful, so was she.
Anyway, she had told herself, if Harry strays, I can always come back for more.
When Mickey's cock started to pulsate in her mouth, she sucked even harder. She could sense the way his legs were buckling as his orgasm began to rush upon him, and he was thrusting his hips harder and harder during the actual moments of ejaculation. She kept sucking and sucking, until his cock was limp in her mouth.
"That was beautiful, Stella," he moaned, trying to catch his breath. "Now let me eat you and bring you off the same way."
"No," she said. "Never again."
Mickey had somehow managed to get her panties down before, and when he saw that furry red patch and those dripping red lips, right in front of him, he thought that she was only kidding. She was making no attempt to cover herself, and that was only making her pussy more tempting.
"Stella, cut the crap," he said to her. "You know you love the way I eat you."
"True," she said, touching his limp dick. "And I love to suck you and fuck .you, Mickey, I really do. However, Harry and I have kind of reconciled."
"I didn't even know that you were separated."
"We never were. Only in communication. We were both fucking whoever the hell we wanted to fuck, telling each other of course. Just recently, however, we decided that we're going to be faithful to each other."
"Oh, come on, what the fuck for?"
"Because I want it like that, Mickey. I think it would be terrific. I think it would be terrific if all couples remained faithful to each other."
"I don't know. The idea is okay."
"Okay? That's the way it should be. And maybe, Mickey, maybe if you would remain faithful to Debbie, she would do the same to you."
As soon as he heard that, he pulled his cock out of her hand.
"What the hell are you talking about, Stella? You know something."
"So do you, I assume. If Debbie's being as honest with you as all the other girls who go to Millicent Mills, then she must have told you " that she has a lover."
"What?"
"That's right. Millicent told me. It's strange, but Debbie goes to her morning group and I go at night, and she figured out that you were my lover and Debbie's husband. I think Millicent told me that Debbie is doing it with the. mailman."
"Rod Parker?" he asked.
"Rod. That name does sound familiar. Anyway, that's only what Millicent says."
Mickey didn't know if he should believe Stella or not. He did know one thing, however, and that was the fact that he could forget everything, for a few minutes, if he was doing some fast pussy probing with his tongue. He was in the mood to lick her and eat her sweet juices, no matter what her relationship with Harry was.
"I'm glad to see that you're taking it so well," Stella said, reaching for her panties.
"Wait. Stella, for old time's sake, let me just eat you once more. I have to taste you one last time so I can remember what it's like."
Stella was a little wary about letting him do that. She thought, for some reason, that her husband might find out about it. But 'he hadn't ever known about Mickey, and she thought that she did owe him one last time.
She sat on his desk and spread her legs.
"All right, you can eat me. But please, don't ask me to let you fuck me. I would feel more guilty than ever if I did that."
Mickey knew that once he had her passions at a high, he would be able to slip his cock into her cunt quite easily. He sunk to his knees and moved his mouth to her pussy lips. He started to lick the red fleshy lips slowly, and he could taste her luscious flavor. He stuck his tongue between her lips and started to probe her folds of flesh. The more he probed, the wetter he could feel her getting.
He liked the fact that Stella was always so hot when he licked her. He started to flick her clit back and forth, and she almost went wild, thrusting her ass up and down off the desk so that she was shoving her cunt against his face.
Mickey was just about to get up to fuck her when the phone rang. Stella reached over to get it, and spoke breathlessly. Then she handed him the phone and told him that it was his friend Lou Barth.
"Mickey. Lou here," the man said, when Mickey took the phone.
"Hey, Lou, what's new?" Mickey asked. It was rare that Lou ever called him at work. They were good friends, but on a social level, where they lived.
"Look, this has been on my mind for the past few weeks, and I know that I'm not supposed to tell you. But I think that it's my duty as a neighbor and friend to let you know that your wife is an adulteress."
"What?" Mickey asked. His rage was growing more and more.
"She's been making it with Rod Parker, the mailman. I found out from Carol, and you can believe that Carol is a good source for information. She's Debbie's best friend, and she's made it with Rod a few times, too."
"I see," he said. "Well, thanks for telling me. I'm going to deal with it."
Mickey hung up the phone. He was surprised that his cock was still hard, for hearing about Debbie made him feel like shit.
He was pressing his cock against Stella's cunt, trying to enter her, when the phone ran a few seconds later. Stella answered again.
"Why, yes, Millicent," she said. "I don't understand, but I'll let you talk to him."
Stella handed the phone to Mickey.
"Hello," a sensuous woman's voice said, "this is Millicent Mills. I run a women's therapy group, and your wife is one of my members. Now, your wife's had trouble telling you something, even though she's been wanting to tell you for the longest time."
"She's having an affair," Mickey said.
"Why, yes. Oh, good, I'm so glad that she finally told you. I was the one who recommended that she do it. You see, we all know that you've been fucking Stella, and why should your wife get the short end of the stick? Or the dick, as I sometimes say. It's good to hear that you're aware of it, regardless."
"Yes," he said. "I'm well aware of it. In fact, it seems like the whole fucking world knows about her fucking affair."
"Now calm down, Mickey," Millicent said. "You're a very intelligent man, and you should be able to deal with this on an intellectual level."
"Fuck that," he screamed into the phone. "I can deal with it on a physical level. And Debbie's gonna be the punching bag."
He slammed the phone down on the hook and started to pull his pants up. Stella could see how riled he was, and she grabbed his arm.
"Mickey, what the hell are you planning on doing?" she asked.
"I have no fucking idea, baby. But I'm sure something will come to me the minute I step in the front door and see her. Now let go."
As Mickey ran out of his office and hailed a cab, he could feel himself on the verge of blowing up. The fact that Debbie was cheating on him was bad enough, he thought, but to make it even worse, she had been lying to him all that time.
So, he thought, it was Rod Parker's blonde hair on his bed.
He kept his fists clenched together, and he could feel himself digging his nails into his palms. It was one way to relieve some of the violent tension he felt.
As he opened the front door of his house, he made no sound. For as soon as he walked in, he could see a mail sack on the chair next to the door. He knew that Rod Parker had to be in the house, and he started to tiptoe up the stairs.
When he came to his bedroom door, he pushed it open slowly.
The two of them were in bed, engaged in some sixty-nine. Mickey could see how Rod was on top of her, spreading her pussy lips with his fingers and licking her pussy while he moaned heavily.
He was thrusting his cock in and out of Debbie's mouth, and like any jealous husband, Mickey tried to take note of its size, in the hopes that he was bigger than Rod.
He was aghast, but something else was happening to him. He was getting turned on. He could feel his cock starting to swell in his pants, and the voyeuristic side of him was beginning to come out in full bloom.
He was so entranced, in fact, that he made no move to stop them. He decided that he might even let them go all the way before interrupting.
Debbie had her eyes closed, and that bothered him a little.
He could hear her moaning so smoothly, and then she started to scream through his thrusting cock. Mickey wasn't sure if she was coming, or he was coming, or both of them were coming, but the scream told him that some sexual passion was heightened.
He could tell that Rod was coming, for at one point, he pulled back too much and some of his come spurted onto her cheek. She sucked him back between her lips.
She kept sucking, too, and Rod stayed hard. Mickey was quite surprised, for that rarely happened with him.
Since Rod was still hard, he was able to start fucking her soon. He turned around and slid his cock into her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his thrusting ass, and Mickey saw the way her big tits were heaving up and down.
He rubbed his cock bulge through his pants, even harder, and he hoped that he wouldn't come in his pants. That hadn't happened in the longest time, but he had never felt this excited before, either.
Rod must have fucked her for, a good ten minutes before he thrust his cock in hard and started to moan so loud that Mickey knew he was coming in her pussy. He was grinding his cock at the same time, and that was sending Debbie over the edge.
She kept thrusting her hips up and down, and she was even moving her fingers to her nipples and pulling on them. They were so stiff.
As the fuck ended and Rod rolled off of Debbie, Mickey watched her move her hand down to his limp cock. It was as if she couldn't get enough of his dick, and Mickey felt so threatened by it that he knew he couldn't remain silent any longer.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he screamed.
Debbie sat up and looked startled.
However, Rod, who assumed that Mickey knew about him all the time, just hopped off the bed and walked right over to him, his hand outstretched.
"Hey, Mr. Walsh, it's good to see you."
Rod wasn't ready for Mickey's fist. He hit him right in the jaw, and the brunt of the blow was enough to send him reeling back. He hit his head against the bedpost and passed out. Then Mickey looked at Debbie.
"I'm gonna kill you now, you lying bitch," he screamed.
"Wait," she said, trying to cover herself for she knew that while she was naked she was even more vulnerable.
"What for?"
"Was I doing anything wrong?" she screamed. "You've been fucking with your secretary for years now, and I've just started. And how many other people have you been fucking? How can you say I've done anything wrong?"
"She's right you know," another voice said, and Mickey whirled around. Millicent Martin was standing by the bedroom door.
"I hope you don't mind me barging in like this," she said to him. "But after I called and you hung up, I knew you were going to come here. The thing that I detest more than anything else is violence, and I see you've already gotten to Rod. Now, Mickey, you and your wife should try to talk this thing out. And that is exactly what you are going to do, do you hear me?"
"What makes you think you can make me listen to you?" he asked.
"This," she said, pulling a small gun from her bag. "I do hate violence, but if I have to shoot you in the arm to stop you from physically harming your wife, I will."
Debbie smiled at Millicent. As far as she was concerned, the woman was one of the coolest women she had ever met.
"Now Mickey," Debbie said. "I do love you. I've also discovered that I love fucking. I've discovered that I get different sensations when I fuck Rod. I'm not putting you down, but what makes you think you can cheat and I can't?"
"It's a man's right to do it," he said.
"Oh, Jesus," Millicent moaned. "I didn't think that men still believed that old piece of shit. Here's living proof."
"Look," Mickey said turning to Millicent, who quickly held up her gun to keep him in his place, "men have greater sex urges. They need it more often."
"That's bullshit in the first degree," she said. "Men just think that women don't like it because we've all been brainwashed for years. Men seem to think that women just put up with it because they need it."
