Chapter 2
"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...