Chapter 3

"It's good to see you back," Mickey said to his secretary as he walked past her that morning at work. "Could you please get me my regular coffee and a cheese danish and bring it in to me?"

"Yes, Mr. Walsh," his redheaded secretary, Stella, said, smiling the whole time.

Mickey walked into his office and closed the door. He sat down behind his desk and looked over at the chart that someone had left there. Sales were up, he read, and as long as that was the case, he saw no reason to have to bust his chops working.

He started to rub his crotch as he thought about Stella. One day without her had made his desire for her even greater.

Of course, he thought, there had been those times when she took week long vacations. He would usually have to go to a whorehouse when that happened, and yesterday, he had been thinking about doing that very same thing.

But for one day, he decided that he could wait.

Stella kicked his door open with her foot as she tried not to spill his coffee. She kicked the door closed, then walked over and placed the coffee and danish down on his desk. She placed her hands on her hips and smiled.

Mickey thought that she looked terrific. She wore a tight white sweater which displayed the full curves of her large breasts to her utmost advantage, and a short blue skirt so you could see a great deal of her shapely legs.

"Well, aren't you going to say anything?" she asked him.

"Lock the door. Someone might walk in," he snickered, sipping his coffee.

"Jesus, Mickey," she said, turning and walking toward the office door, "I would expect something better than that."

"You look terrific baby," he said to her, as she turned. "You look so fucking hot that I'm ready to fuck the shit out of you."

"Now that's more like it," she said.

She opened the button on her sweater and then started to pull it over her head. Mickey licked his lips as her tits bounced up and down, then came to a steady rest. She seemed to be excited, for even though they weren't bouncing, they were heaving up and down as she breathed heavily.

Mickey stood up and walked over to her. He touched her tit and felt her shiver. Then he started to pinch one of her thick red nipples, and she closed her eyes and licked her lips. He loved to see a woman getting excited.

His other hand moved down to the belt of her skirt, and he opened it. He unsnapped the one snap, then watched the skirt fall to the floor.

Stella was only wearing a pair of white panties underneath, and he could see some of her red pubic hairs sticking out of the elastic. He slid his hand into her panties and started to rub her wet pussy lips.

She moaned, quite loud, and he pulled her closer and kissed her on the lips.

When the kiss ended, he suggested that she, being a good secretary, should undress him because he was too tired to do it himself.

Stella smiled at him slyly, for he knew that she always liked to do that, and his suggesting it was one way of saying 'welcome back.' She opened his jacket buttons and slipped his jacket off, making sure to fold it neatly before putting it down.

Then she pulled off his tie and-started to unbutton his shirt. As she opened each button, she moved her tongue over his chest, licking each new exposed fleshy area.

When she had his shirt off, she moved her mouth to one of his brown nipples and started to lick it. He was stroking her red hair softly and letting his hand slide all the way down her back, to her naked buttocks which he squeezed gently.

"Oh, I can't wait to get those pants off," she moaned, sinking to her knees slowly so that she was inches from his groin.

She licked her lips like a little girl as her hands fumbled with his belt. Then she opened his pants and slid them down.

He stepped out of his shoes and his pants, and as she pulled them off, she folded them neatly, too.

He felt her place her hands into the elastic of his underwear, and as she slid his shorts down, his hard cock slapped up against his belly, then came to a rest at a ninety degree angle from his belly.

She opened her mouth and started to lick the very tip of his cock.

As she did, Mickey started thinking back. It was great having a different tongue touching his cock, but he hadn't known the pleasures of that until he had graduated from school and had started working door to door.

Before then, he had been rather old-fashioned, thinking that a man should have only one lover, and that lover should be his wife. He had even waited until after he married Debbie to fuck her, thinking that it would be so much better that way.

It had been terrific, he thought, mainly because he had done a lot of reading up on what to do, and also, because it had all worked.

As he licked his wife's pussy on their honeymoon night, and as she responded, he only wanted to lick her more and more. That was the way their sex life had always been. When she gave him head, she seemed to sense just how far along toward an orgasm he was, and they worked well together like that.

He hadn't minded fucking only Debbie, and sometimes, he wished that Mary Rose hadn't seduced him the way she had. For if she hadn't, maybe he still would have been satisfied with only Debbie.

After all, if you never get a taste of something else, you never really know what you're missing. But once you get a taste, watch out.

That was basically the way it had happened with Mickey.

One day, about three months after he was selling brushes door to door, a lovely young woman had invited him in to see his stuff. She was wearing only a bathrobe, and she seemed quite interested in seeing the merchandise.

Or so he thought.

As they sat on the couch and he handed her a comb so she could try it out, she accidentally dropped it. She bent down to pick it up, and as she was leaning over, one of her two large tits fell out of her robe.

Mickey couldn't help but notice, and he felt a little embarrassed. However, as she sat up, she seemed to hold her tit up as an offering.

"I would probably be interested in buying a lot more things from you, if you were interested in doing some things for me."

It wasn't hard for Mickey to figure out what she meant, for he was no fool. The only thing was, he had been so used to Debbie, that he wasn't sure if he could cut it with another girl.

"Look," he had said, even though she kept trying to push her tit into his face, "I'm a happily married man. Don't you understand that? I don't know if I can get it up for another woman, because..."

Mary Rose, as the woman called herself, already had her hand in his lap, and it was quite obvious to her that he was hard as a rock.

"Cut the shit," she said to him. "Don't I turn you on?"

Mickey would never forget how beautiful she was. She had soft brown hair and lovely lips that any normal man would have liked to get his cock between.

"Of course you do," he said. "You can feel that...."

"Then what the hell is holding you back?" she asked. "I don't understand it, and I don't like when I don't understand something."

"My wife. I'd just feel wrong doing it."

"In this day and age?" she had asked. "Look, just suck my tits and eat me out, and you don't have to let me do a thing to you. If that's going to worry you, I won't lay a hand on you, okay?"

The thought of eating another pussy was quite pleasing to him, and when Mary Rose opened up her bathrobe and displayed her trim, voluptuous body, Mickey thought that he was going to come in his pants.

She lay back on the couch and spread her legs for him, even going so far as to move her hands down to her cunt so she could spread her lips and expose her clit. Mickey could smell the aphrodisiac-like odor of pussy running up his nostrils, and it was only a matter of seconds before he was on his knees, lapping her pussy like a cat laps milk.

She started to go wild, and that turned him on.

He could feel her pussy flooding his face with cream, and he ate her out through one intense orgasm, sweating with passion himself, the entire time.

"Hey," she said, when she came out of that orgasm, "you look a little flushed. You're sweating like crazy. Maybe you should get out of those things."

She started to rip at his jacket, and he let her take it off. Then, she stripped him completely, just like his secretary had done.

"You have to let me suck you," Mary Rose had insisted, and she was on her knees before he could say anything one way or another. She started to suck him hard, and he would never forget how he started to pulsate when she squeezed his balls.

She had a terrific touch, especially when it came to fondling his balls. As she squeezed them harder, he started to come in her mouth, and she eagerly swallowed all that he had to give her.

While she had waited for him to get it up again, she went through his line of merchandise and ordered almost one of everything that he had to sell, making that his largest sale since he had been working.

By the time he was finished writing down her order, his cock was rock hard again and ready to enter her pussy.

Mary Rose had insisted that they fuck in the usual missionary position, and she kept telling him when to go faster and when to slow down. She even told him when she wanted him to grind his cock in her cunt a little so that he would make better contact with her hard, erect clit. When he did that, she spasmed so hard.

The experience of another cunt was a good one for him. He was starting to realize that all cunts were not the same. Some were certainly tighter than others, and they did taste different, too.

After he had fucked her twice, coming both times, he had started to dress.

Mickey would never forget how nervous he had been that night when he went home, thinking that Debbie was somehow going to be able to tell what he did. She didn't say a word about it to him, and he was glad.

But that, as far as he was concerned, was all for him.

Until, one afternoon, he went out to lunch with his brother, Charlie. Charlie kept sitting in the restaurant, pointing out all the chicks that turned him on.

"Look at that blonde with the big tits. God, would I like to fuck the shit out of that one. What do you say, Mick, old boy?"

"Charlie, you're a married man. You shouldn't be thinking like that."

"What? Hey, Mick, old boy, where the fuck have you been all these years? Don't tell me that you're still faithful to Debbie?"

"No, I can't say that, but. . . "

"Far fucking out," Charlie had said. "It's nice to hear the younger kid brother turned out to be normal after all. I remember when you were first going with Debbie, and you insisted that you'd save yourself for your honeymoon. Jesus, I knew that you were a little square even then. But you're coming out of it."

"Shit, Charlie, I feel terrible about it. It only happened once, when I went to see this woman. She practically seduced me."

"And just think of how many girls you could seduce selling door to door. Shit, Mick, you've been working there for almost six months now and you've only chippied once. God, there's still something a little wrong with you."

"I don't think that it's right. I feel guilty."

"Look, Mickey, men are supposed to cheat on their wives. It's expected of them, don't you know that. Just make sure she never finds out."

"Trying to hide it means that it's wrong."

"Hey, kid, what the hell can be wrong with fucking, right? You get pleasure out of it, so what's wrong? You're not losing yourself to another woman. You're just giving her a little bit of your seed to eat, that's it. Now if your wife ever cheated, that's a whole other story entirely."

Somehow, his brother was able to talk him into not feeling guilty about cheating behind Debbie's back. He was told that if he fucked other women, he would be able to bring the knowledge from those experiences into his own bedroom and make it even better for Debbie. And in some ways, Mickey thought, that their sex life had improved a tremendous amount since he had started cheating.

That was a good number of years ago.

Now, he didn't fool around as much because he had an office job.

Anyway, he thought, as he pumped his cock deeper and deeper into Stella's eager throat, she was good enough to keep him appeased. She was a hot redhead whose cunt always felt like it was on fire.

As he thought about it, he started to feel his dick pulsating so hard. He could feel his legs practically buckling at the knees, and he thought that he was going to fall right on his ass as he came in her mouth.

He supported himself on his desk as he pumped his come into her mouth, and she started to suck it out eagerly, moaning the whole time, and pulling on his balls just to make sure that they were emptied of everything.

"Oh, Stella, baby, that's terrific," he said, moaning as he continued to thrust his hips back and forth, just to keep his cock working still.

He started to go limp, and as he did, she sucked his cock and balls into her mouth. Mickey couldn't stand all the pleasure. It was just too much for him, and so, he pulled back and sunk to his knees beside her.

"Let me eat you, baby," he said to her.

Stella smiled at him and spread her legs as she lay back on the carpet. Her large tits were heaving up and down, and he kissed each one once, gently, before moving his mouth down to her red-haired pussy.

He started to lick, her red pussy lips, and he could taste her sweet juices building up more and more. He stuck his tongue in deep and licked thick loads of come off her cunt walls, savoring her flavor with each new mouthful.

As he licked her, he thought back to some of his other conquests.

Once he had had his talk with his brother, he started to notice how all these wives he was selling to were coming on to him, and once he was aware of that, he started coming back on to them.

That was when his sex life took new turns.

As he ate Stella's pussy, he thought about the girl named Jane who liked it up the ass. She was a short redhead with big tits, and when he had knocked at her door, she had been crying. She was fully dressed.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I guess I came at a bad time. Maybe I should go."

"You're selling something?" she had asked, holding the door open. "Come on in and show it to me. I want to see something to cheer me up."

He had come in, and as he started to take out his wares so he could peddle them, she seemed to be drifting off into another world.

"Damn him," she moaned, at certain points while he tried the sales pitch he had used to often on women. "He had no right."

"Excuse me, but is this anything you want to talk about?" he had asked.

And then, she started to pour her heart out to him. She told him how she had just found out that her husband was unfaithful to her. For a second, he was a little upset, since he, himself, was an unfaithful husband.

But then, she had started to touch him, and he knew what to do next.

"Look, if you're interested, I could easily see making you."

"Could you?" she asked, and for a second, he thought that she was upset. However, she started to smile at him.

Before he knew it, she was stripping off her clothes. She went down on him after just pulling his cock out of his pants, and after he had come, she told him to eat her.

When he was hard again, he was all prepared to fuck her. That was when she told him that she wanted to be fucked anally.

Mickey had never tried that with Debbie because neither one had ever had the desire to do it like that. But as he thought about how tight an ass-hole must be around a cock, he could feel himself throbbing even more.

She got some lubricant, then lay forward across the back of the couch. She spread her' ass cheeks, exposing her puckered ass-hole. Mickey moved his fingers there and started to massage her, to stretch her a little and lubricate her at the same time.

She squirmed with delight when he had two fingers deep in her ass-hole.

He pulled his fingers out and then started to probe his cock there. At first, he really didn't think that he would be able to fit in her ass-hole. However, as soon as he got his cock head in, he knew that the rest would be smooth sailing.

"Keep working my clit while you do it," Jane had moaned.

And so, he finger fucked her pussy from the front while he fucked her ass-hole from behind. He could feel when she was coming by the tight spasms in her cunt, and when that happened, her ass-hole seemed to feel tighter.

It didn't take long for him to build up the desire to come, and as his cock started to throb and he filled her ass with creamy loads, she moaned loud.

Mickey would never forget how good that ass fuck was.

However, as he ate Stella, he started to think about Jane, and there was a good reason for it. He knew that she had cheated on her husband the minute she found out that he had cheated on her.

She had just gotten a phone call a few minutes before he knocked on her door, and he was the first man she had ever fucked besides her husband.

Mickey thought about the pubic hair he had found last night on the bed.

What if it did belong to another man? Could Debbie have found out that he was cheating and could she have tried to do something about it?

Still, he thought, her excuse had been a decent one. He could understand how Carol, being as forward and pushy as she was, would try on a pair of Debbie's panties that she thought were neat, especially when Debbie wasn't there.

As he thought about that, he seemed to be eating Stella's cunt a little clumsily, and she noticed as her passions subsided.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" she asked. "You don't eat me for one day and then you eat me like you've forgotten how. Could you have forgotten in a day?"

"Hey, come on," he said, picking his head up and licking the pussy juices off his chin. He moved his fingers to her cunt and started to massage her.

"Well, tell me what's on your mind?"

"I just have a sneaking suspicion that my wife might be cheating on me."

Stella sat up and put her hands on her hips. She kept her legs spread wide, still, so he could continue to finger her. He was doing a much better job fingering her than he had been eating her, although the reverse was usually the norm for him.

"And why should that bother you?" she asked. "You cheat on her."

"It's one thing for a man to do it," he said. "But quite another for a woman."

She slid back a few inches so that his fingers fell from her cunt. She was quite pissed at him for saying that, since she was married herself.

"Is the woman who does it a slut?" she asked. "Is it okay for the man to do it but not okay for the woman to do it?"

"If you want to know the truth, yes," he said to her, and he tried to put his fingers back into her pussy.

This time, she clamped her legs closed.

"Now wait just a fucking minute," Stella said. "Does this mean that you have no respect for me because I put out for you? Tell me the truth, Mickey."

"Of course that's not what it means," he said.

"But I'm sure that you think it's wrong that I cheat on my husband. You must think it's wrong, if you would think your wife was wrong for doing it, too."

"Hey, come on," he said to her, "one thing has absolutely nothing to do with the other. She's my wife, and you're my..."

"Mistress," she said. "At least you've been fucking me steady for the last few years, everyday. So now, perhaps your wife can be someone else's mistress. Is that wrong? She's in the same shoes that I am."

"I know, bbut...."

"I don't think that there are any buts about it, baby," she said. "I think that if a man's going to cheat, his wife can, too. Besides, now that I think about it, you said you only suspected. You don't even know for sure."

Mickey couldn't remember the last time he had seen Stella so angry. It was obvious to him that even though she catered to him, hand and foot, she was slowly turning into something of a women's libber.

He had noticed the change coming over her gradually.

"Hey, forget it, okay?" he asked her. "Let me just fuck you and..."

"I don't know if I can fuck you now," she said, clenching her legs together. "I don't know if I would feel right, knowing how you feel and all."

Mickey's cock was rock hard again, and had been ever since he had been thinking about Jane. He knew that he couldn't make it through the rest of the day with a boner like the one he had. He knew he would have to reason with her.

"Come on, Stella," he said, crawling closer to her and tickling her nipple. "You know me well enough to know that I was just kidding about being angry with my wife. I mean, well, I'm man enough to know that it's no threat to me. If she is cheating, I'd just like her to tell me, rather than lie behind my back."

Almost every word of it was a lie. He knew that he would have felt threatened if Debbie cheated on him. He knew that he would have been pissed, and because of that, even if she had been cheating, she would never tell him.

But he had a raging hard cock now, and he knew that only Stella could take care of him at the time. So he was saying things that he knew would make Stella give in.

"Then you don't think it's wrong for a wife to cheat if her husband does?" Stella asked, determined to get this thing straightened out.

"Of course it's not wrong," he lied. Anything, anything, to make her give in.

"I'm so glad you feel that way," she said. "You're a real modern man, and I like you for that, Mickey."

"Then how about spreading those legs and letting me fuck you?" he asked.

"Sure thing. Just do it good and hard, the way I like it. Hey, I have an even better position that I like. Let's do it this way."

Stella stood up and leaned forward over his desk. She spread her legs as wide as she could, then indicated for him to enter her from behind.

As Mickey started to rub his glistening cock head over her pussy lips, she moved her fingers into her cunt and started to work her clit. She could feel her pleasures swelling inside, and as soon as his cock was in, her walls started to spasm around it.

"Oh, Mickey, this is too much," she moaned.

Mickey was cupping her buttocks with his hands as he moved his cock in and out of her pussy. He could feel how much her buttocks were sweating, and her pussy was just hot enough to keep him at a high.

He felt his cock pulsating quite fast after entry, and slowed down to prolong the pleasurable fucking sensations.

As he fucked her, he thought about the changes in her. He wondered what was making Stella suddenly stand up for the rights of women.

A few months ago, she was so much easier to have. And even though she was still rather easy, there was a slight change in her mannerisms.

For instance, he thought, as he felt her pussy coming again, months ago, she never would have thought of suggesting a new position, since he was always the dominant one and he always decided the way he wanted to fuck her.

And she definitely wouldn't have yelled at him the way she did when he made the remark that men could cheat while women couldn't.

He wondered if she was taking any kind of identity-raising class. He had seen a few of them advertised for women.

"Raise your consciousness and never get stepped on again," one of the ads had read, and he remembered the fine print. "Does your man still treat you like you were living in the Victorian age? Is he still jealous and possessive, making you cater to him while he turns his back on you and looks at any girl passing by? If so, you can use us and we can use you."

He had thought that the group must have been for a bunch of dykes. Who else but dykes would want to let a woman run loose?

He suspected that also, because it seemed like all those consciousness-raising groups were run by women. Women who had to be dykes.

Mickey could feel his cock pulsating hard in Stella's pussy, and he knew that he was going to have to come this time. For it reached a point, during each fuck, where he knew that it was the right time to come and that the orgasm he might have later, if he were to hold back, would not be as powerful as the impending one.

"I'm gonna fill your pussy now, baby," he moaned. "Get ready for a cunt full of my cream, and get ready for a good orgasm yourself."

She started to moan, and he slid his hands under her tits and grabbed them tightly as he felt his cock unloading the come into her cunt.

The first load shot out far, just as he rammed his way deep into her pussy, and then he started to pump himself back and forth as he unloaded the rest. She was moaning the whole time, and soon he could feel her cunt walls starting to spasm around him tightly.

His chest was sweating as he leaned forward and fell on top of her, and he moved his mouth to hers and kissed her. She had to turn her head to meet his lips, but, she thought as she sucked on his tongue, it was worth it, especially for this kiss.

It lasted a few more seconds, and then Mickey pulled off her.

She turned around and sunk to her knees, sucking his spent cock into her mouth. She sucked the rest of the come out of him, and even sucked on his balls for a short while. Then, he sunk between her legs and started to lick her dry.

He thought that the cream that was made from his come and her come had the best flavor in the world, and he made sure to save her a mouthful when he was finished.

As they started to dress, he spoke with her.

"I'm sorry about our little fight before," he said. "I didn't realize that you were so touchy about it."

"I never used to be," Stella said. "And I'm still not as liberated as I want to be. I guess when you're a secretary who fucks your boss, there's no way that you can be a liberated woman. But at least I'm beginning to come to-grips with some of the things that I've been doing. It's been helping."

"What's been helping?" he asked, slipping into his pants.

"My consciousness-raising group. I've been going to one, once a week, at night after work. I've been learning about myself as a woman, and believe me, it's helped me come to grips with the fact that my husand cheats and I do."

"And how has that happened?" Mickey asked.

He expected her to tell him that the woman who runs the group ate her pussy, or something like that. After all, he still thought they were dykes.

"I felt guilty, even though I knew I my husband was cheating. It was pretty hard for me those first few times for you."

"I was pretty hard myself," he said, rubbing his cock and smiling.

"No jokes, Mickey," she said. "You probably thought it was so easy to take that first extra-marital plunge, but I didn't."

"It wasn't easy for me," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, I was a little wary myself. If I hadn't been seduced..."

"Well, the same goes for me," she said.

He smiled at her as he thought back to that first day when he had seduced her. She had just started there and had been working for a week. One morning she came in to bring him his coffee, and he knocked her arm so that some of it spilled on his lap.

He had done that purposely, and he knew that he could stand a little burn on his lap, as long as he got the end results.

When she had bent over with a tissue to start wiping his groin, he had started to grow instantly. As she apologized, again and again, he told her that he could think of something for her to do to show just how sorry she really was.

She knew what he was talking about, and had been willing, after a little coercing, to take his cock out and suck it.

But she kept telling him that she wasn't going to fuck him, and he knew that he would be able to change her mind. Fingering her pussy while she sucked him helped to loosen her up a bit, he knew, and he made her long to be filled.

And then, he had filled her.

"Anyway," she continued, as she looked at him now, "I felt guilty that first day, and for the next few weeks. But then, the pleasure was great."

"I'll second that," he said.

"And when I started my group, I learned that there was nothing wrong with what I was doing. My husband was cheating, and there was no reason for me to be faithful. Besides, they told me, I wasn't really doing anything wrong to him. I was, in fact, just broadening my sexual horizon. Now who can argue with sexual pleasure?"

"No one," he said, but she still hadn't convinced him all the way. "Tell me, what kind of women are there in these groups?"

"All kinds. Married women and single women. Divorced, and those on the verge of getting a divorce. The one thing we all have in common is that we're women."

"Oh?" he asked. "Anything else?"'

"No," she said to him. "What are you insinuating?"

"I always thought that the women who go to these meetings are a bunch of dykes. I can't imagine them being straight."

"That's just what Millicent said most men would think."

"Who's Millicent?" he asked.

"Millicent Mills. She runs my group. She's a fabulous lady, and I don't want to hear anything else about it from you," Stella said, and before he could say anything, she had stormed out of his office.

Stella was obviously very, very angry, for storming out of a room just wasn't her style. She was livid.