Chapter 10
Barbara suspected her "husband of carrying on an affair with his secretary. Gussie Kanen was no sexpot but like the words of a popular song, "When you're not near the girl you love, you love the girl you're near!"
Barbara couldn't believe that Frank's sudden celibate condition was due to something other than too much sex at the office. Her intention was to surprise Frank in the act, if possible. If she was wrong, she had an alternate plan. She would throw Gussie out of the office. Tell Gussie to take the rest of the day off! And then! Rape Frank in the office! That should shake him up! One way or another, Barbara was determined in getting her fair share of ass from her husband.
Friday morning, Barbara dressed quickly. Frank was surprised to see her dressed so early.
"What's up? What are you doing dressed so early?" he asked.
"I forgot to tell you. My sister, Ellen, called yesterday. I'm going to meet her. We're going shopping," Barbara lied.
"Don't buy out the store!" Frank replied in half-jest.
"Don't worry! I'll leave something for my sister!"
He gave her the quick peck on the cheek and left. She waited about fifteen minutes and left. Hailing a cab, she gave her husband's business address. The cab twisted in and out of the morning traffic. It was almost a quarter after nine. Gussie and her husband should be in the office now.
During their married life, Barbara had visited Frank's office a half a dozen times. There had been no occasion for her to stop at the office. This was a special occasion.
There was a bank of six elevators in the lobby. She stepped into one and pushed the button for the fifth floor. The elevator cab stopped at the floor and Barbara got out.
Stopping in front of the office door, she paused. Her ears caught the sound of a typewriter going and voices. The voices were indistinct. She couldn't make out what they were saying. Suddenly, the voices and typewriter sounds stopped.
Footsteps approached and Barbara moved away from the door. The click of a door lock sounded. A smile spread across her face. So there was a little philandering going on!
There were two rooms in Frank's office. A small outer office. The reception room where Gussie's desk and the files were kept. Then there was Frank's office! Nicely furnished! Not lavish but in good taste! There was a small couch, his desk, and several leather-upholstered chairs. Also a plush carpet that ran wall to wall.
Barbara glanced cautiously about her. Attempting to enter an office under suspicious circumstances could attract the wrong attention. And fitting different keys into a door lock could certainly be considered suspicious!
Exerting great care, she tried several keys in the lock. Her fingers carefully inserted the keys, trying to avoid any noise. On the fifth try, the key fitted properly. Barbara turned the key. There was a low click. She grimaced, hoping that the click wasn't heard.
She turned the doorknob slowly and swung open the door. Tiptoeing into the outer room, Barbara carefully closed the door and locked it. Frank's office door was a heavy wooden one. There were no audible sounds from his office.
Her heart and pulse were beating rapidly. The element of discovery and being discovered; the effort to effect a surprise without being discovered; all of these factors increased her metabolism.
Fortunately, there was no lock on Frank's door. She put her hand carefully on the knob. Exercising as much care as possible, Barbara twisted the knob and swung the door open.
She was prepared for the shock of discovering her husband in a compromising position. But not the position she witnessed!
Gussie was sitting nude on the couch. Her legs were splayed and resting on Frank's shoulders. Frank was nude, kneeling in front of Gussie's twat. His face was buried in her crotch. The sonovabitch! Barbara swore to herself. My cunt's not good enough to eat! He has to eat some other bitch's pussy!
She stood on the threshold watching them. Frank was making sucking sounds. Gussie was moaning ecstatic whimpers.
Gussie was the first to be aware of Barbara's presence. Frank's office was in semidarkness. The opening of his door permitted light from the outer office to filter in.
At the sight of Barbara, Gussie emitted a gasp of surprise. She charged forward off the couch and knocked Frank over, backwards. Stumbling, Gussie ran to a chair for her clothes. Hurriedly, she dressed.
Frank, in his supine position, looked towards the door. He saw his wife and scrambled to his feet.
"What. . . what are you . . . doing here?" he stammered, flustered by the sight of his wife.
"How . . . how . . . did you get in?"
Barbara decided to play the role of the betrayed wife to her advantage. "What the hell is going on here?" She shouted in an offended voice. "I already know what came off!"
"It's not . . . not what you think!" Frank made a weak attempt to extricate himself from a compromising situation.
"It's not his fault, Mrs. Farrar!" Gussie tried to intercede for her employer.
Barbara sniffed disdainfully at her. "I'm certain my husband can speak for himself. He doesn't need any more of your help! I'm sure you've done enough for him already! My suggestion is that you finish dressing and leave us alone!"
Gussie finished clothing herself and left without any further conversation.
Frank and Barbara stood waiting until the outer door closed behind Gussie. He started to reach for his clothing. "You . . . you don't understand. . . ." he started to explain.
"Ah, but I do!" she interrupted. "Don't bother dressing! We're not finished yet! I'll be right back!" She stepped into the outer office and locked the door.
Returning, she met his gaze with her stern look. "I don't want to hear the details of your sordid little affair. However, as of now, there are going to be some changes made!"
Somewhere, he found some courage. "All right! So you caught me fooling around! I'm only human! It won't happen again! Okay!"
"Whoa!" She held up her hand. She snapped her fingers. "Just like that, huh? If you caught me fooling around with some guy, you'd probably break his neck and mine. But it's all right for you!
"And how about that bit of going down on that bitch! What's the matter? My cunt's not good enough for you? It's probably cleaner and sweeter. What's your excuse for that?"
"Well, you're different!" he started to explain.
"What's this different bullshit!" she demanded. "I have the same equipment between my legs as any other woman!"
"Well! You're my wife!" he said.
"Then treat me like one! And that includes a satisfactory sexual relationship!" she berated him.
"Don't tell me what to do!" he snapped at her.
"I've got a hot flash for you, lover! Either you shape up or I ship out!" she threatened him. "And if I do, you're going to be in big trouble! I don't think your business could stand a scandal. You may be considered quite a hot shot among your customers! Wait until they find out that you were stupid enough to be caught!"
He glared at her. She saw him wavering. His tough attitude was disappearing. "What do you want?" he asked in a subdued voice.
"I want you to treat me like a man should treat a wife. I want you to have sex with me, the way we should have sex. Anything and everything goes!" she said.
"Okay!" he conceded. He grinned. "There's no time like the present to start! Take off your clothes and I'll show you a few things!"
"Not so fast, Mr. Farrar!" her voice had stern overtones. "You have made a fool of me by having this affair with your secretary! You just can't apologize and let it go at that! I demand satisfaction! You have to be punished!"
"What's this bullshit about being punished!" he said in amazement. "What do you intend to do? Spank me?"
She smiled. "That's not a bad idea!"
Barbara remembered some of the stories Frank used to tell her about his boot days in the Marines. The Marines claimed they built men. First, they broke them down and then remolded them. Unfortunately, like some cases of rebuilding something, there were parts left over. She recalled one particular story he told her about mistakenly calling a rifle a gun.
"Stand on the desk!" she ordered.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because I said so!" she snapped back. He climbed up on the desk. "Do you remember the story you told me about the time you called your rifle a gun? What your DI made you do?"
He frowned briefly in concentration. He recalled the incident and shook his head puzzled. "What has that got to do with us?"
"I want you to recite the poem and jerk off until I tell you to stop!" she ordered.
"You're crazy! What's one thing got to do with another? Besides, I don't have a rifle!" he said.
"I'll be right back!" She stepped out of the office and looked for a janitor's closet. She found it and, looking inside, took out a mop. Returning to the office, she handed Frank the mop. "Pretend this is a rifle! I want you to do this to impress upon you what that prick of yours is for!"
He grabbed the mop out of her hand. His other hand closed about his prick. "This is my rifle," he recited, presenting the mop forward, "and this is my gun," he said, shaking his captured prick. "One is for fighting, the other, for fun." He looked at her. "Okay?" he snarled angrily.
"Keep shaking that cock of yours!" she insisted, "I'll tell you when to stop!"
Frank stood on top of the desk, glaring at her. In spite of his belligerence, he continued to jerk himself off. Barbara stood in front of the desk watching him. Despite his anger, his flaccid prick grew into a rigid piece of flesh.
"Okay!" she said. "Now, get down!"
As he clambered off the desk, Barbara began to disrobe. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked.
"Continue where you left off with Gussie!" she replied. She sat down on the couch. The cool leather felt good against her buttocks.
Spreading her legs, Barbara said, "Let's not change the action. I want you to eat me!"
He stood in front of her, his hands on his hips, glaring! "What are you trying to do? Make a fool out of me?"
"Oh, come on, Frank!" she replied in mild exasperation. "I couldn't make a fool out of you. You've already done that by the way you've been acting! Now, come on! Play the game! Get into the spirit of things! I'm willing to let bygones be bygones! All I ask is that you give me a little of that loving that you've been giving to Gussie and who knows how many other women! Is that too much to ask?"
"Okay!" he grinned. "I'm going to eat your pussy until you holler 'uncle'!"
"Stop talking and start doing!" she said.
Frank got on his knees and placed his hands on her parted thighs. Barbara slipped her legs over his shoulders as she had seen Gussie do. The anticipation of Frank eating her out sent shivers of lascivious desire down her spine. It crept into her waiting cunt and started the glands sweating. She couldn't wait to have his tongue nestling in her slit.
His oral brush started to sweep across the puffy outer lips with erotic strokes. At the initial touch of his tongue on her erogenous skin, Barbara trembled with a sensual thrill that shook her frame.
Her vaginal glands responded to the lascivious stimulation. The vestibule of her anxious twat started to sweat profusely. Frank pressed two fingers into her hungry pussy. His fingers touched the dampened folds of skin as though he were exploring her hot cunt for the first time.
Barbara undulated her pelvis in a slow grinding movement as his tongue continued to sweep around the outer perimeter of her quim. This lingual play added a touch of luxuriant pleasure to her already aroused state.
Her fingers curled into his hair. She squirmed. Her ass ground into the leathered cushion of the couch. "MMMMMMMM!" she murmured in rapture. "Suck my clitty!" she ordered in a husky voice. "You suck real good !"
His tongue found the apex of the slit. Pressing his mouth firmly over her gash, he found the venereal node. Frank made humming sounds as he sucked deeply on her clitoris.
Frank's firm oral spatula rolled over her clitoris in lapping strokes. His humming and tonguing excited her more. His mouth closed provocatively over the clitoris. Barbara felt a delicious throbbing in the tiny engorged flesh held captive in his tantalizing mouth.
The fingers inside her cunt started to frig the hole. Frank's combined stimulation of the quim and clitoris intensified the carnal rapture that engulfed her.
Her hips writhed with the exquisite delirium mounting inside of her. "Ohhhmmmm!" she groaned in ecstatic approval. "Mmmmm!" she murmured. "We should have done this sooner."
Her erotic exclamations increased Frank's ardor. His fingers increased the tempo of the in and out motion. Her cunt and clitoris was bathed in a voluptuous aura.
Barbara's stomach was filled with a churning that emanated from her cunt. Or was it the clitoris? Whatever it was, there was a powerful pressure building up! In a moment, that pressure would explode within her!
She had been sucked and fucked before. There was always the orgasmic build-up in her cunt. But never like this! It had to be Frank! Finally, she had managed to get her husband to eat her pussy! That must be the answer! The fact that it was Frank who was eating her out. Oh, how beautiful it was!
"Oh, oh! That's it! Frig me! Harder, harder! Faster, faster!" she urged in an urgent voice. "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! Now, now! Oh, yes! Yes! I'm cumming, I'm shooting! Oh, Frank, just a little bit more! Suck me harder, harder!"
Frank responded to her urgings. His mouth chewed softly in quick jaw movements. He pistoned his fingers in and out of her slippery snatch. Barbara frantically rocked her hips. Her ass slapped against the leather. As each ripple of piquant pleasure squeezed inside her quim, she thrust her pelvis in wild gyrations. She pressed Frank's face into her crotch.
"Oh, oh! Catch my lovely cum! Suck it out of me! Drain me dry!" Her cry was an anguished plea.
He fitted his open mouth against her flowing twat. His tongue pressed as far as it could go. Her sensitive cunt, tingling with multiple orgasms, detected his searching tongue. As he tried to drain out all of her cum, a voluptuous surge of erotic ecstasy electrified her nerve endings.
In the throes of a rapturous orgasm, Barbara brought her legs together, tightening them about his neck. His head was locked tightly in the depths of her thighs.
She let a blissful sigh of erotic pleasure escape her lips. "Ahhhhhrrrr!"
Frank stopped sucking her. His hands reached up and pressed her thighs apart to release her hold on him. He looked up at her, his chin glistening with saliva and her cum.
"I really enjoyed that, honey! It's a fuckin' shame we never did this sooner! Your cunt has a good taste! Especially without hair!"
"See what you've been missing all this time!" she said. "And just to show you what a sport I am, I'm going to suck you off now!"
Frank quickly changed places with her. He sat on the couch, his rampant cock eagerly waiting for gratification. She grabbed the base of his prick and shook it gently. "And this is for fun!" she repeated the line from his little poem.
She fondled his balls and prick. He watched her play with his cock. Suddenly, she leaned forward, her rapacious mouth closed about his dick. At the same time, she pushed a finger up into his rectum. The ball of her inserted finger pressed gently on the tightly fitted anal sheath. His ass hole muscles held her finger firmly in its grip.
Barbara was careful not to touch the prostate gland. She didn't want Frank to shoot his load before the right moment. And the right moment was after she blew him!
Her mouth attempted to get as much of his scrotum in her oral cavity as possible. She lathered the flesh with the cool wetness of her mouth while her teeth gently nibbled on his balls.
Frank whispered encouragement, wriggling his hips, and emitting moans of erotic delight. Her agile tongue rolled from the edge of his scrotum to the beginning of his ass hole. Her chin bumped against the finger in the hole. His balls were lavished with her affectionate tongue. She shifted her attack to the shaft of his sex piece.
His cock was drawn almost its full length into her mouth. Her finger in his ass hole maintained its leisurely massage. She kept her pursed lips loose as she rolled them up and down along Frank's prick. Reaching the corona, Barbara gently but firmly pressed down on his hard flesh. Her tongue flicked rapidly across the head of his cock. It swept across the tiny hole in the center of the crown. The tip of her tongue skimmed around the hole.
Altering the pace, Barbara flattened her tongue against the thick tube and traveled from the head down to the base. She rolled her tongue back up. Her lingual brush curled around his turgid flesh lavishing strong erogenous licks.
She returned to the cockhead. Her head bobbed up and down. Her lips scrubbed his cock in short hard strokes while her tongue lasciviously flogged the tip of his prick.
Frank reached down and cradled her head between his hands. His eyes were closed in ecstatic rapture. The heavy breathing sounds whistling from his nostrils were evidence of complete commitment to her sensually erotic ministrations. He began to match her ass hole frigging strokes with pelvic thrusts of his own. "Ahhhhhhrrrrrr!" he groaned softly in rapturous anguish.
Barbara rested a palm on his groin to prevent Frank from stabbing her throat with his pistoning cock. He drove his hips forward in a final thrust.
"Look out, honey! Look out! I'm cumming!" he declared.
Barbara knew he was cumming before he announced it. Her finger detected the pulsations of his orgasm as she frigged his ass.
"What a load I'm shooting!" Frank groaned.
His spasming prick spurted a fountain of creamy cum. It filled her mouth and she swallowed it, savoring its sweet flavor. It had been such a long time, she had forgotten what his cum tasted like. She continued to pump her finger in his ass. The muscles in his rectum flexed as each contraction in his dick fired a bolt of jism out of his fleshy lightning rod. Barbara felt the spasms pressing against her imbedded finger. Her finger maintained the sensual massage.
Her mouth moved from the midway point on his cock towards the head. The compressed lips forced the remaining dregs of cum towards the tip. Barbara's tongue flicked across the crown, licking up the final thick drop.
She removed her finger from his ass hole and released his detumescent dick. Her eyes rested on the once rigid piece of flesh that was now shrunken to a flaccid state.
"How was that?" Barbara asked him.
"This was one of the best sessions I ever had!" he replied.
"See what you've been missing!" she told him. "It's all in the mood. This whole atmosphere lends itself to a very sexy setting. Besides, you never ate my cunt before.
"Do you really want to have a ball?" she asked.
"Sure! What have you got in mind?" he answered.
"Let's get dressed and go home!" she proposed. "I have a few more surprises for you."
"Today seems to be your day for surprises!" he said.
"Look, you throwback to the dark ages! A woman wants to be a cook in the kitchen, a hostess in the dining room, and a mistress in the bedroom," Barbara said. "You've been treating me like some dainty piece of china.
I'm strictly for show not for use!
"I've got feelings just like you. I need the good after-feeling of an exciting fuck. Yes, I said fuck! I can't see why I can't express myself as you do when I want to be aroused."
He looked at her in new appraisal. She saw that she was reaching him.
"Now, lock your office and move your ass!" she declared. "We're going home to really ball! Make believe today is a national holiday!"
Frank nodded in agreement. "I can't wait to see what kind of festivities you planned for this holiday!"