Chapter 1
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.