Chapter 6
That night at home was one of the strangest that Marcia had ever spent. Her emotions were on a constant roller coaster, and she couldn't deal with them at any stage. Jack seemed to be continuing his quiet concern and for this she was more grateful than she could possibly express.
A part of her was certainly feeling very guilty for having had sex with a man who was not her husband, and especially the sort of perverted sex that they had shared. It was precisely the sort of indulgence that she had refused her husband all the years they had been married, yet she had done it with her boss on the spur of the moment. If this was what being a sensuous woman meant, then Marcia wasn't at all sure that she wanted any part of it.
If it turned out that she could manage all the exotic forms of sexuality that Jack was always telling her about then she supposed that he was the only man who had a right to her favors. Yet, as she watched him walking around the house and looked at the body that she had slept beside on so many nights, Marcia couldn't imagine herself having sex with him in any way other than the conventional method they had always employed. Whether it was maintaining her image that she was so concerned about or being forced into even deeper perversions once Jack discovered that she was showing signs of changing her habits, Marcia couldn't be sure. But she was sure that she wasn't ready to let Jack know she was even in the process of some change.
He had to know that something was in the wind, but as long as he didn't come right out and ask her, Marcia was going to volunteer nothing. She paced around the house for as long as she could after she thought that Jack had gone to bed, but wasn't really sure of why she was avoiding him. Was she ashamed of herself or was it that she was afraid of the strange urgings that were still stirring within her?
The lights were off in the bedroom and Marcia went into the bathroom where she stripped to the skin and studied herself in the mirror. She examined her body from every angle as if she would actually by able to detect some subtle changes in her body because of what was happening to her attitudes.
But about the only differences she could find were the softer, more fluid way she seemed to move and the rosier glow to her skin that she had noticed ever since leaving Steven's office. If there had indeed been any real changes in her at all, then Marcia had to admit that they seemed to be for the better.
Without bothering to step into a nightgown, which was something that had never happened before, Marcia crawled under the blanket and pressed her body against Jack's thigh. He was sleeping on his side and turned away from her as if he knew that he would be wasting his time to seek any comfort in her arms.
Marcia listened to his soft, regular breathing for a few minutes, and turned on the nightlight nearest her so that she could look at his rugged profile and try to understand the nature of the beast that dwelt within. She was beginning to wonder if she had ever understood him or honestly made the attempt. For all the rough times she had given him whenever he had suggested something sexual that was in the slightest way different from the missionary position, Marcia would not only turn away from him, but told him in contempt for having an adventurous nature as well. Yet in all this time she had no reason that he had ever turned to another woman for what his wife refused to give.
How could she betray him as she had? Why didn't she simply touch his shoulder, awaken him and unburden her soul, then ask for his understanding and his forgiveness? Wasn't that after all what she really wanted?
If there was to be any benefit for her erotic explorations then it should be in her marriage. All she had to do was reach out to this man and certainly he would give her all the help and understanding that she could possibly need. He was so close....
Marcia heaved a sigh of resignation. No, she could not turn to Jack, even for support, although he would have been more than willing. In her heart she knew that this was one battle that she would have to fight alone, and could only come to him when the mission had been accomplished. If she failed he would never be the wiser. But if she succeeded then she would show him in the only way and only place that she could ... right there in their bed.
For now the best she could do was to reach under his arms and cuddle her own around his chest, then lay the side of her face against his back and fall asleep this way. As she settled down against the pillows, Marcia felt her husband become dimly aware of her caress. He caught one of her legs between his thighs, and pressed his ass against her belly.
It wasn't much in the way of responses, but it was more than enough for her. Wherever this path was going to lead her, Marcia could be reasonably sure that Jack would be going there with her. Although so many conflicting thoughts were still running through her mind, Marcia did manage to get some sleep, which seemed to be the way that she was charting her life lately. It was possible to put up some sort of a battle with her waning emotions by day, but by night they all came tumbling out for her to look at and would not go away even when her eyes were closed. So she was grateful for even the few hours of sleep that came to her during the night.
Nothing was settled. In fact, she was spending most of her time fighting off even considering the decisions that must be made. It was going to be difficult enough facing her boss every day, remembering what had passed between them and knowing in her heart that no matter how hard she fought off the urge, the desire for further sexual explorations with this man would still be with her.
Somehow she simply could not think being what she still considered dirty with her own husband, and yet whenever she thought of Steven now, he was a big prick with a body that knew well how to wield it. And this stud was what her body hungered for. It had nothing to do with love, something she had always considered essential to sexuality.
There was nothing romantic about what she felt for her boss. It wasn't even pretty. It was pure unadulterated lust and there were no two ways about it. That she could even feel such a base desire was shocking, but there it was, dwelling within her, and threatening to burst into raging desire at any second. She couldn't destroy it, and didn't even have much hope that she would be able to control it once she was within touching range of Mr. Clark. Just how was she going to manage?
Having a passion for a man who was not her husband was bad enough, but knowing that the man was a rather busy stud, had to be worse than that. Why, she didn't even know if he would still want her after all the trouble she had given him, much less if he would have any spare time from his other girls to tend to Marcia's needs.
More than the sex now, she was coming to fear rejection. When he was chasing her, Marcia could rebuff him and not think twice about him. But now she wanted him, needed his body desperately, and he could easily refuse to bother with her. Just how would she be able to handle that in a dignified manner when her body was crying out to be possessed by this man, when she craved every form of hump he was willing to throw her way?
It didn't stop her from loving Jack or from wanting to bring the results of these new desires into their own sexual relationship, but she knew that she must have more sessions with Steven, or she was going to fall apart at the seams. She didn't have any firm plan in mind, but her needs were so great that she was sure one would come to her as she went along. Certainly she couldn't just come out and tell him how she was feeling, as that was undignified.
Undignified, what a ridiculous phrase when a woman was hot to get into a man's pants. Dignity had nothing to do with being horney, and it was high time that she learned this fact. It was all so new, but there was nothing gentle about it, nothing that she could work up to gradually. A greedy cunt couldn't be concerned with what was lady-like.
Even her thoughts seemed to be getting dirtier, but this didn't frighten Marcia anymore. In fact, she found that she was standing up a little straighter and feeling more determined than ever to face this thing and incorporate it into her life if at all possible.
Of course, she could fail and do so very badly. Probably this was why she was determined to let nothing on to Jack until it was all decided one way or the other. It was bad enough that they had been waging a cold war of sexual willingness ever since they were married and that Jack firmly believed his wife had ice water running in her veins. She wouldn't be able to stand his knowing that she had tried and failed. Over and over since her turmoil began, she had warned herself about this, but the warning could not be strong enough.
When Jack was first shown the new, vital woman she had become, it would have to appear as a total image or not at all. An accomplished fact that he could recognize and respect. There was too much room for weakness and back-sliding any other way.
This was about the first moment in her thoughts when Marcia recognized a real determination to conquer her sexual hang-ups and literally change her life. She had gone from fighting it, to questioning it, and now to strong determination and awareness. Certainly this had to mean that half the battle was won.
She dressed that morning in a soft, red jersey wrap dress that was so low in front only her skimpiest of nude bikini bras would do underneath. Just to see how much of her showed, Marcia leaned forward in front of her dressing table mirror and noticed that anyone looking down would be able to see all the way to her nipples.
"Dynamite," she said to her reflection and blew herself a little kiss.
Marcia was feeling so confident this morning that she didn't even bother to wear a slip. Too much trouble. The tiny panties and frilly garter belt were more than enough covering for any man to fumble with.
Steven would turn on to her. He had to. She had succeeded once, and unless he was screwing another woman when she cornered him somewhere, then Marcia felt her chances of getting his cock to stand up at attention had to be fairly good, maybe even better than the first time since they already were reading each other pretty well.
The first time she approached him had to be the hardest, and she had survived. Now Marcia had the entire day to work it out, thinking that she would make him her proposition first thing at the office and see if a little cocktail hour fuck could be arranged at a nearby hotel after hours.
Thinking dirty wasn't even upsetting her anymore. Instead she found it very exciting, and her cunt was already twitching. She even had a broad smile for the girls in the carpool, and although they stared at her in question, she offered nothing by way of answer. They could talk their heads off about their most intimate secrets if they wanted to, but Marcia's own were far too precious to her right now to be shared with anyone.
Their giggling chatter didn't even bother, her on this trip into town. In fact, she almost welcomed it because it helped her to relax. No matter how much her own world changed, Marcia still didn't see herself as doing it all by night and telling it all by day. She was learning that there was a lot to be said for the way that these women looked at sexuality, but Marcia would never be able to take it as lightly as they did. Not after the long hard struggled it was taking her to get it all together.
Traffic was incredible that morning, and the trip took that much longer. The sexual excitement that Marcia had awoken with was getting stronger and stronger as the minutes ticked by. If only Steven would arrive early this morning! She would dash right into his office and throw herself into his arms if no one was around. If there was, of course she would have to be a bit more secretive. But one way or the other Steven would know that if he still wanted her body, it was his for the taking.
It all seemed so simple and easy to accomplish while she was still sitting in the car and thinking about it. But once she was at the office, and found Steven already there and alone, Marcia began to shake and she wasn't at all sure that she would be able to go through with it. She would fumble. He wouldn't be interested. Something would interrupt them before she could get her message across.
But it all worked out just as she had been hoping. Steven looked up to her with a welcoming grin and before she had a chance to speak, he beat her to the punch.
"I was just sitting here thinking about you, Marcia. If you're still game for some fun with me, we can leave the office about four o'clock and have a couple of hours together at the Shalimar over on Main Street. There would still be time for both of us to catch evening commuter trains as if we just had to work a little late today."
"Well, I don't know. I'll have to think about it."
Her face was deadpan, but inside her heart was leaping for joy. He was eager to be with her, and for this time around she could play a little before giving her consent. But Steve was too sharp, and his other possibilities too many. He didn't have patience for her game, and he let her know.
"Yes or no? I can always call the redhead."
"No, don't do that, Steve! You have to understand this is all so new to me. Four o'clock will work out fine."
"That's great. The truth is that you are looking so delectable I wouldn't have considered making it with anyone else today."
Marcia didn't know how to come back with any sharp answers. She was feeling overwhelmed by his obvious desire for her and feeling extremely sexy. Until then she had felt loved, and often respected. But she had never felt like an exciting woman. Steven hadn't laid a hand on her while they were talking, but she felt as if they were in bed already, and her body started to heat.
"I can't wait to be alone with you," she confessed.
"That will make the time we will have in bed that much more exciting. Think of me all day. Imagine how hard my cock is, and how I'm counting the seconds until I can stick it into you. Because that will be the truth. If I didn't see Karen right over your shoulder now, I would grab your hand and make you feel it."
Marcia gulped. He was speaking in a normal conversational tone, but what he was saying excited her tremendously. She had to keep a straight face as he did, but inside her senses were spiraling. This was intrigue of the most exciting order, and would lend some kick to the long hours before four o'clock.
She would do as he suggested, even though it made her cunt itch. His big beautiful dick, and before this day was over he would be slamming it into her and making her delirious with exquisite pleasure. She pressed her thighs tightly together as if to soothe the hot spot between them, but it only made her pussy tingle. So nodding quietly, she forced herself to go to her own desk and work.
Luckily it was a busy day and only minutes here and there when time seemed to drag. But all she had to do was think of the big cock she would soon be playing with and it all went along smoothly again. The girls didn't even blink when Marcia told them that she would be accompanying Mr. Clark to a business conference outside the office. It had happened before, and they all knew that when it came to Marcia Addison there couldn't possibly be any hanky-panky going on.
Marcia knew it from the looks on their faces when her day came to an end. If Steven were leaving the office with any other woman in the world there would be pointed fingers and snickering. But not for Marcia Addison. Nor for Mrs. Iceberg as the younger ones often called her.
"Well, to hell with you all," she whispered as she waited for Steven at the elevator. "Who gives a damn what you think."
Steven was wearing his business-like expression when he joined her, and carrying his attache case to make it all look official. It was all she could do to keep from laughing out loud, but Marcia managed until they were alone together in the elevator. No sooner did the doors close than she threw herself into his arms and took a playful nip at his ear.
Steven was stunned at the change in her, but he was happy to see it. At first she had been a challenge because she was such an uptight lady, but now she was sexy and getting more so all the time. He found himself aching to get his cock inside of her, and not simply as a conquest anymore. Reaching for her left breast, he tugged her a little closer, and when she tilted her head for his kiss, it was with an open mouth.
There was just enough time for a searing soul kiss and then they were on the lobby floor and leaving the building, both with very rosy cheeks. The hotel wasn't very far away, but Steven grabbed a cab for them, not wanting to waste good fucking time on outdoor exercise instead.
As soon as they arrived there, Marcia understood immediately why Steven had chosen this particular one. All the rooms on the first floor had outside entrances, and once Steven entered through the lobby he came around and let her in from the other side. It was all very discrete, but also slightly sordid, as if Marcia was someone that he had to hide. She felt a little twinge of shame at this, but it didn't last very long. The sight of the spacious bed with the covers turned down instantly turned her on, and she rushed in the door with her hand already working on the zipper of her skirt.
Steve was out of his clothes in a flash, and she had his hard cock bouncing in the air as inspiration to work on her own a little faster. He lay down on the bed and started fisting his meat as he watched her do a hasty striptease for him.
With her hand grazed across the front of her naked breast while she tossed her bra to a nearby chair, Marcia felt how fat they were, and she couldn't help rubbing them a little while she stepped out of her skirt. It was a curious diversion to indulge in while she stood before a man, but he was playing with himself quite openly, and with this man everything seemed so natural.
When she slipped her panties down and had them in her hand, Marcia laughed at their wetness and tossed them at Steven for him to see. It was an innocent, playful gesture on her part, and she never expected to see him put them to his nose and take a good long whiff before he bunched up the crotch and then put it between his teeth while he sucked.
Just a day before and she would have been sick to her stomach. But nothing seemed perverted or dirty now. Whatever they shared in the room that day, she would take as sex, part of the total excitement, and have no qualms about it. She was determined to be brave and try whatever he suggested. Aside from the fact that she was incredibly excited by this man, she was also there to learn.
"Come on, sweetheart," he beckoned to her. "Lie here beside me and we can both do a little playing."
Marcia supposed that what he meant by this was that they would play with each other's bodies, but she was in for something of a surprise. Steven did take her hand as soon as she was lying beside him, but he did not bring it down to his cock as she had been expecting him to.
Instead he placed her hand squarely on her muff, and clamped it down in hopes that she would get the idea for herself. His other hand was still on his cock and he did not miss a stroke. Marcia got the idea, but she just couldn't make her hand move the way it was supposed to.
She told herself that it really shouldn't be any different than what she had done and enjoyed in the tub. But now a man was there to watch her go at it, and she was ashamed.
"Go ahead, sweetheart," he urged her. "I'll bet that cunt of yours must be screaming for attention, and I won't mind watching a healthy girl at play."
"I don't know if I can. Couldn't we just do each other?"
"Babe, if it was anyone but you, I would say sure, but from what I know of you, you really need to get in touch with your own body. There's nothing sick about masturbation. It's one of the most natural things in the world and you are going to do it right here next to me. You don't see me ashamed of jacking off, do you?"
"Well, no. ... but."
"You're trying to say that with men it's different, but that's a crock of shit. Women need their jollies every bit as much as men do. I thought I taught you that yesterday."
"Yes, Steven. You did."
"Then enough of this stupid talk, and let's get with it. I'm only going to whack off until I'm almost ready to come, unless I see you're really getting off the way you are. Otherwise I'll shove it to you at just the right moment. That okay with you?"
"Okay."
"Good. Then let's get with it."
It sounded more like the battle command to charge than the beginning of a sex act, but the tone of authority that Steven was using was just what Marcia needed to get her started. He was depriving her of her free will. Her hand, already where it belonged, began to move in a slow circle, rubbing the furry muff and warming it up until she was lifting her hips a little off the bed and feeling her fingers move into the damp groove as the lips swelled and puffed open.
Steve turned on his side so that he would be able to watch more closely what she was doing as he continued to beat his meat. Marcia tried to close her eyes when she saw that she was being watched. She felt like a child who thinks if her eyes are hidden then the bad thing will disappear. But Steven didn't disappear, and he didn't allow her to hide either.
"You close your eyes again and I'll smack that beautiful face of yours," he warned.
She didn't doubt that he would do it for a minute. At first Marcia tried staring at the ceiling so that she wouldn't have to see his lusting expression, but every so often she would spot his beefy fist working over the dark red shaft of his throbbing prick. It was a sight that she could not ignore.
As her eyes were drawn to it, and then remained there, Marcia started feeling better about what she was doing to herself. Her cunt got all juicy and her fingers began to move into the slit, slipping along on the juices until she had three of them inside of her and began to twirl them around.
"That's it, baby," Steven said. "Just relax and let it happen. I'm right here with you and I wanna see you cream a gusher. Do it for me, baby. Do it for the boss."
He was on the edge of his own orgasm, but stopped his hand in mid-stroke because he wanted to fuck Marcia just at the moment when she was roaring hot. The sight of this once dignified woman, now reduced to quivering mortality was a beautiful one to him and so stimulating that he was ready to jump on her and start humping immediately, but held back for as long as he could.
"Uhhhnnnnnnnnnnnn," she groaned as her body shuddered, and he saw how thickly coated her fingers were when she pulled them out of her twat and dropped her hand limply to the side of the bed.
It was quick, but very wet and suited Steven's purposes just fine. She had saved him the work of juicing her up himself, and his prick, due to all his heavy handiwork was at the very peak of hardness. There could not be a more perfect moment to climb in the saddle and begin to ride.
No sooner did her hands leave the parts of her body that he needed, than Steven slid over her and raised his ass over her hips. She stared up at him in mute submission, and while this sight was very pleasing, Steven demanded more from her than simple surrender.
"Come on up and get it, baby," he teased.
Steven raised his body up even higher, his raging weapon pointed right down at her cunt but with several inches of air between them. What he wanted to do was slam right into her, but he figured that the results he was bound to get would be well worth a little torture.
Marcia didn't care to torture herself, though. She wanted his cock ... and now! So she started bringing her body up to meet his, but the closer she got to Steven's cock, the higher he raised his ass until her own was finally inches off the mattress and she was whining with real frustration.
"Please let me have it, Steven," she begged.
"You want it, baby, you have to take it for yourself."
Marcia didn't have to be told twice. She immediately reached up and closed her little hand firmly around the shaft of his hot dick. Then, keeping her body up in the air, she tugged at Steve's meat until he let himself drop down on her.
But he still insisted that she do all the work, and she did it willingly. Marcia pulled his cock right to her slit and even started pushing it in until Steven felt that she had done enough and jammed the rest of it in himself. If this were her husband on top of her, then she might have laid back and simply let it happen to her. But on this fuck, Marcia had started out as an equal partner and now she was eager to continue in the role.
Even while Steven was pushing his cock into her all the way down to his balls, Marcia kept her hips up in the air. Once he had his arms under her body and was gripping her tightly by the cheeks of her ass, Marcia wriggled her hips and found that she could move quite freely. She had taken his big cock on quite easily and it felt so good within her that she wanted to do wild trick, enjoy the fuck, and in general have herself a great old time.
She had always been a serious teenager, but now Marcia felt like a happy youngster and she started to giggle as she threw her legs straight up in the air, and then pressed them over the small of Steven's back. Her body began to rock sideways then and it didn't stop rocking all the time that he was throwing her his hot meat.
Steven groaned and suddenly stopped his stroking. This woman was proving to be full of surprises, and if he wasn't careful he was going to shoot his load early and make a very bad showing for himself. He didn't dare to let Marcia know that he might be out of control. A woman like her would never let him hear the end of it.
But Marcia did sense what was happening. It didn't make her feel arrogant and she had no intention of throwing it up to her boss at a later date. She was taking it as a wonderful form of flattery, and it did so much good for her ego that she wanted to do her best for this man in return for his making her feel so sensuous and womanly.
Marcia began to move in ways that clearly showed she was losing all of her self-restrictiveness. Now she thought nothing of gyrating her hips, and even bouncing her ass up and down off the mattress so she could meet this hard-fucking man stroke for stroke.
There were times when there was so little of her actually on the mattress that she was literally clinging to Steven for support, and times when she felt as if she were going to be screwed right to the springs. This was no relaxing joyride for either one of them, but they were both willing to be working so hard because the pleasure was already frantic and intense.
Marcia could feel every hot inch of his pile-driving cock jamming along the walls of her cunt and sliding down into the deepest part of her channel until she was sure that if he jammed in another inch it was going to pop out of her throat. But that didn't stop her from pushing up hard for more.
Steven was working pretty hard himself, harder than he had for any of his younger broads. They, for the most part had hot little wiggles and quick orgasms. But this woman had been a challenge from the first and now she had him so hot that it was a struggle to keep from shooting on every downstroke. He never imagined that she had this kind of fight in her, and doubted whether she had known it until this moment either.
They could not have been more in tune mentally if they were actually conversing on the subject. Marcia couldn't get over the way that she was moving, but she didn't even stop for a second to think about it. There was much more to this than just the experience.
Marcia was having herself some fun, some wonderful fun and she didn't care if Steven knew it. To hell with what this would mean to her life some time in the future. Marcia was living for the now of it and she wanted to squeeze every last drop of exquisite pleasure from the prick of the man who was making it all possible.
Their bodies linked in every possible way, they were working in perfect unison. Marcia was mindless with passion and didn't even think of the small cuts that she was making in his shoulders with her sharp fingernails. His wife was bound to notice. He must have felt the little stabs of pain and knew that there would be some scarring, but he never said a word about it.
He was busily slamming into her with long, hard strokes and jarring her own hips with his so brutally that she was certain to see bruises on both of those spots when they finally separated. But he didn't stop to think about the marks that she would be taking home to show her husband either.
All that mattered in the whole, wide world was the fuck, and if this might be the last before dying, then they were certainly going to go down in a blaze of glory. If his cock were not so deeply imbedded in her mushy hole then it might have looked as if they were trying to kill one another in a furious battle.
Marcia felt that she was very close to an orgasm again, but this time it would be a soul-shattering one because she had been hanging over the edge of it almost as long as this man had been fucking her. She needed this come very badly, but she also needed him to come in her, as if his gusher of seed might somehow cool her down so that she might go back to being a sane person again.
"Come with me, Steven. I need your cream to fill my body. Oh, shoot me full of it, Steven."
"Here it comes, sweetheart...." he grunted and dropping down on her hard, he started to shoot her full.
This was all that Marcia had been hanging on for. It was her moment of supreme glory and she celebrated it by coming forth with an orgasm of her own so intense that she blacked out completely while her body shook the two of them and Steven had to pin her arms to the mattress because he was frightened that she had gone into convulsions.
He was even more frightened a little later, When, as her spasms subsided, he thought that he couldn't revive her. She lay there like a corpse, her body coated with sweat, and except for the heavy moments in her chest, he actually believed that he might have done her some harm.
Steven shook her a little and got no results. So he went into the bathroom for a cool cloth, but when he returned with it, was relieved to find her sitting up in the bed and laughing to herself like a happy loon. When she spotted Steven walking towards her, she threw her arms open and gave him the good word.
"Steven, I congratulate you. You have just pumped the ice water right out of my blood. From now on I do solemnly swear that I will do everything I can to be a truly sensuous woman."
Her boss beamed down at her because he knew that she was sincere. She was positively glowing with happiness and sexual satisfaction, and when he sat down on the edge of the bed she dropped her head immediately in his lap and began to thirstily nurse at his cock. If he didn't know better, Steven might have thought that he had gone to bed with the lusty twin of the woman who worked for him.
Yes, Marcia was certainly full of surprises, but more so to herself than to anyone else. Blowing this man just seconds after being fucked by him, and doing it as naturally as if she were licking a lollipop.
During this second round for them, her mind was a little clearer. She was still happy as a lark, but knowing exactly what she was doing at every moment, and wishing that it could go on forever.
Marcia sucked him only until she was sure that he was ready to fuck and would do a damn hot job of it. She felt completely in control of everything that they did for the rest of the afternoon, and while Steven was far from submissive, he let the woman have her head and she was magnificent with it.
When finally one of them looked at the clock and realized that they wouldn't easily be able to get away with much more, Marcia dressed and kissed this man goodbye with no regrets. Tomorrow she would be able to go back to work for him with all due respect, and if he never had time for an afternoon tryst with her again, she would still feel that it was worth every drop of sweat that she had put into what time they did have to share.
The sun was nearly gone from the sky, but there was a nice fresh breeze in the air that reminded Marcia of early morning. For her it was very much like a morning, because she felt re-born and eager to face the beauty around her that she had not wished to see before.
There was more than duty in sex, and even more than idle pleasure. There was great wonder and joy in a man's arms, and Marcia figured that she had missed out on it for long enough. From now on, she was going to grab as much of it as she could get.