Chapter 7
"And that's the only reason I wanted to know in the first place," Millicent Mills said to Stella. "His wife is in another group of mine, and I just put your description and her description together."
Stella was quite impressed with Millicent's intelligence.
T would love to meet her one day," Stella said. "I would love to see what she's like.
Maybe we could become friends."
"Two women who share the same man can never be friends," Millicent said. "One of you would have to give him up, and we both know which one."
"Yes," Stella said. "Well, it was interesting finding out. I'm going home now to my sweet husband."
"Uh huh," Millicent said, smiling. "How has Harry been?"
"Who knows?" Stella asked. "Half the time, when he fucks me, I don't even know that he's there. That's how much he puts into it. That's also why I don't think I could ever live without Mickey. If I ever had to give him up, I'd have to find myself another steady lover. It wouldn't be right."
"I know what you mean," Millicent said. "Once a woman adapts herself to some good, strong fucking, she can't live without it. Have a good night."
As Stella walked out of the meeting room, she walked down the stairs and then out onto the streets. She hailed a cab and gave him her address. As she looked over the city streets, she felt as gloomy as the rain made them look.
She was a little worried about her husband, Harry.
Lately, he had been coming home from work drunk, and that, she knew, was a bad sign. She still loved him in some ways, for they had been through so much together. She had been able to put up with his fucking other women, but she just didn't know if she could put up with his drinking.
She hoped that he wouldn't be drunk that night when she got home.
However, as soon as she walked in, she could smell the liquor in the living room. She hesitated as she thought about going to the bedroom, but she decided that she had to get it over with and go in there.
As she walked down the hall, she thought she could hear him crying a little bit. She wasn't definitely sure until she looked over at him, lying face-down on the bed. He was completely naked, and he had his head buried in a pillow.
"Shit, shit, shit," he was saying, over and over again.
Stella couldn't ever remember seeing him cry before, and she felt something tugging at her heart. She remembered how much she had loved him once, and seeing him this down and out was making her love him all over again.
"Hey, what's up?" she asked, walking into the bedroom.
He raised his head and looked at her. She saw the tear stains on his cheeks and then he placed his head down on the pillow.
"Get out off here. Leave me alone."
"Come on," she said to him. "If there's something bothering you, let me know. I'm your wife and I want to help you."
He rolled over on his back and she saw that his cock was semi-hard between his legs. She licked her lips as she thought about sucking him.
Harry had short reddish-brown hair and a nice, tight body. She loved the brown curls on his chest, and as she moved closer, she touched him.
"It's not working right," he said to her.
"What isn't, Harry?" she asked him. "I want to know. Please, baby."
She moved her lips to his and kissed him lightly. It took all that she had to hold the kiss for even a few seconds, because of the smell of alcohol. Still, she could tell that he needed something like this, and she had to give it to him.
"Everything," he said. "The job. They're getting down on me for drinking. The girls. They're getting down on me for drinking."
"I'd like to get down on you for doing that, too," she said to him. "But I love you, and if you'd only tell me why you drink, I could help you."
By that time, she had moved her hand down to his cock, and she was rubbing it lightly. He still wasn't fully hard, and she knew that some of his trouble in getting an erection had to do with all the liquor.
However, she knew she could comfort him by getting him hard.
"But you're the reason for it," he said to her.
Stella was suddenly outraged. She pulled her head back so she wouldn't have to smell his breath, then looked at him with hostility. He tried to move his hand to her tits so he could rub them through her sweater, but she pulled back fast.
"And just what the fuck do you mean by that?" she asked him. "How the hell could I be responsible for what you do? How?"
"I drink because you don't love me anymore," he said to her.
Stella slapped him across the face, hard, three times, just so he could work his way out of his drunken stupor and listen to what she had to say.
"Now just because I fuck someone else that you know about, it doesn't mean I don't love you. I do love you, but you pay no attention to me."
"I do," he said. "I love you, too."
Stella could feel herself weakening. It had been so long since he had said those words to her, and hearing them, especially from the man she loved, made her feel sensational.
She moved her lips back to his and kissed him hard, sucking his tongue into her mouth, even though it did taste like alcohol.
However, her mind was racing too much for her to even care. All that mattered was the response she could feel in his cock.
She started to rub it harder, and then, she kissed her way down his hairy chest and placed her lips over his cock head. She started to flick her tongue in and out over his piss slit, and she could hear him moaning.
As she sucked him, she opened her skirt buttons and slid her skirt down. She slid her panties off and felt him moving his hand to touch her cunt. She started to come the moment she felt his fingers inside of her pussy, and she wiggled her ass.
Harry finger fucked her at a nice, steady pace, and she sucked his cock at the same rate.. She could feel him starting to swell in her mouth and she knew that he was going to be coming any second.
She slid her mouth down his shaft and sucked his balls in, rubbing his saliva-riddled shaft all over her cheeks and chin. She could see a few drops of come sneaking their way out, and she couldn't wait for the full load.
She sucked on his balls until she was sure that he was going to shoot.
Then, she dropped his balls from her mouth and sucked his cock head back between her lips. She did it just in time for him to shoot his first creamy load onto her tongue, and after that, she sucked out the rest.
Harry was moaning as he thrust his hips up and down, wildly.
He was happy when his cock stayed semi-hard in her mouth, long after he had come. He pulled her away from his cock and pulled her sweater off.
"You know that you're the only woman for me," he said, moving his mouth to her tits as she lay back on the bed. "You know that none of the others mattered."
Stella didn't say anything, for she could understand how Harry would lie about something like that, just to make her feel better. She knew that the others might not have tugged on his emotions, but they did have their effect on his sexual urges.
They had turned him on, and they had taken his cock into their cunts many times.
She tried not to think about it then. Instead, she just lay back and closed her eyes. As he sucked on one nipple, she felt his fingers pulling on her red pussy hairs. He was untangling her knotted curls, and she liked it a lot. She felt his fingers rub over her pussy lips ever so often, and that was making her wet.
Harry feasted on one of Stella's red hot nipples, then licked his way over to her other one. He couldn't believe how sweet she tasted, and he knew that one of the reasons why was because he just hadn't tasted her in the longest time.
When he felt her cunt starting to get wetter, he slid his fingers in and started to feel for her clit. When he touched it, Stella thought that she was going to explode. He moved his mouth down to her pussy, just in time to catch her juices as they started to flow out. He lapped them up quickly.
Stella moved her hands to his head and pressed his mouth closer to her pussy. She wanted him to keep his head there forever, so she could feel the pleasures mount continuously.
Harry could do nothing but lick, especially because of the way she was forcing his head to stay there. But he wasn't complaining at all, for he was getting off on eating her cunt more than he had in the longest time.
And it wasn't only her cunt that he was thinking about He was thinking about all the others that he had eaten, and how little satisfaction he got.
He had figured out why, months ago, but they had already gotten too involved in their own things for him to talk about it.
As he started to lick her more, he thought back.
He had been faithful to Stella for their first few years of marriage, but then, he had started to stray. It was easy to stray when you were working, and even easier when most of the men you worked with did, also.
Harry would never forget the first time he had gone with some associates to see a hooker during lunch hour. He had been a little scared, for even though he had had a number of girls before Stella, after he had married her, she had been the only one.
The hooker that he took looked something like his wife, as far as the red hair and big tits went. He had picked her especially for that reason. As she stripped him and started to go down on him, he had trouble getting it up.
"I've never cheated on my wife before," he had told the hooker.
"I can see that. But you have been sucked before. Just get into the pleasure of it, and you'll love the whole thing. That's all that counts."
As soon as she had said that, he had felt himself swelling.
She had sucked him off good and hard, and he would never forget how intense that orgasm had been. He knew that it was because the hooker was new mouth, and she had her own cock sucking technique.
He hadn't fucked her the first time because he just thought that he would feel too guilty. But then, during the next few weeks, he started to realize that the reason his orgasm had been so intense, because he was just too used to the things that Stella did to him. He liked the new experiences.
It wasn't long before he was joining his business associates at least once a week at the whorehouse, and he went way past having his cock sucked. There reached a point where he was fucking them and eating them.
Once, he even fucked one of the girls anally, something he had never done with Stella because she thought he was too big for her ass-hole.
Things had been going okay for the next few years.
For as far as he knew, Stella was faithful to him. had no idea that she was fooling around behind his back, until the day when she told him.
Harry would never forget that night.
They had been lying in bed, after a fuck. He thought that he had really fucked her well for she had been exhausted. But then, she had moved her hand down to his cock and as she stroked him, she talked.
"I know that you've been cheating on me for she said to him. "Don't even ask me how I know. It's one of those things that a wife can pick up on. I find one clue and then another, and I can only assume that you've been cheating."
He had looked at her, innocently, trying to pretend that he didn't know what she was talking about.
However, he soon realized, she wasn't telling him that she knew so he could plead innocence. She was telling him for another reason.
"I've been going to a group therapy thing," she said to him. "I was going there because I felt incredibly guilty about what I was doing."
"What were you doing?"
"I was, and still am, having an affair with someone. Now I don't think there's any reason for you to get upset. In fact, I'm sure that there's no reason at all. You've been doing it for pure sexual fun, and so have I."
"But...."
"Hey, I'm not apologizing to you," Stella had said. "I just want to be as open and honest as I possibly can be with you. I don't know if I ever would have had the nerve to just go out and start something. But it kind of happened on its own, and as I hesitated, I thought about you and the girls you've been with. I didn't see any reason why I shouldn't be with another guy."
She had said it all so matter-of-factly, hardly even giving him a chance to say anything about what he felt.
"So I just want you to know that I don't mind what you do, just as much as you shouldn't mind what I do."
And that was all. Each time he tried to bring it up, tried to tell her that he didn't want her doing anything like that, she would remind him of what he did and close the subject. Eventually, he couldn't stand making it with her anymore.
For no matter what she said, he couldn't help associating her lack of fidelity with a lack of love.
When he reached a bad point at work, where things just started to pile up, he began to take his refuge in drink.
However, recently, most of his mistresses had told him they didn't want to see him again because they hated his drinking, and his company management had even gotten down on him, telling him to shape up or get put.
That night, he had been drowning in his sorrows when he realized that Stella was all he had, and she wasn't even all his.
But she was now, he thought, and he was going to eat her so well that she would always want be. He started to flick his tongue back on her clit; he felt her starting to come harder and harder.
He moved his hand down to his cock and started to stroke himself, his erection was back, hard and in good fucking condition.
Harry started to kiss his way up her body, and as he did, he rubbed his cock against her thigh, just so she could know what was coming.
She spread her legs even more for him, and as he rubbed his cock head over her pussy lips, she moaned as loud as she could.
He entered her good and hard, and Stella was quite impressed with the power behind his thrusting. He hadn't fucked her this good and hard since their honeymoon, she thought, and those nights had been sensational.
She wrapped her legs around his ass and massaged his buttocks. Meanwhile, he was moving his fingers over her tits, pinching one nipple and then the other, she could feel them bursting with pleasure, due to a combination of his thrusting and his massaging.
She pulled his mouth to hers and kissed him hard.
She didn't, even mind that he still tasted like alcohol, for she was just using his tongue as some kind of pacifier. She needed something to suck on while she was being fucked so good and hard.
She could feel his balls slapping against her ass each time he thrust in, and that only heightened the sensations more.
Stella started to run her fingers through his hair as she felt his cock beginning to pulsate hard in her cunt.
"I love you baby," he moaned, kissing her neck and ears. "I've never loved anyone like I love you, and I never will."
"Oh, Harry, that's so fucking nice to hear," she moaned, and she felt herself coming good and hard. Her pussy muscles were gripping his cock so tightly that she could understand-how he started to come so fast.
She felt his cream shooting into her pussy, and she thrust her ass up off the bed so that his cock was deep inside of her as he shot.
She could feel the sweat pouring off his back and she rubbed it with her fingers. He lay on top of her for a long time after he had come, kissing her and nibbling on her nipples to keep up her pleasures.
"Harry," she said, "tell me why you finally broke own?"
"I can't," he said to her. "I just can't. I'd be too embarrassed."
"I want to know," he said.
"It all has to do with you and your lover, whoever . I was drinking so much so I could forget about it, and all that made my mistresses kick me out. Besides, even if they let me stay, I know I wouldn't have been able to do anything."
"You mean that you would have been impotent?" she asked him. "I can't seem to believe that. Why, look at you now. You're almost hard again."
"That's because it's you, baby," he said, kissing her tit. "It would never happen with any other chick. That's because I love you."
"I love you, too," she said, and she really meant it.
He started to kiss her pussy again, and she could feel herself getting hot once more. Harry could always control her so well, when he wanted to. He licked her pussy and brought her to a mild orgasm.
As he rested his chin on her pussy patch, he spoke again.
"I want you to know that I'm not going to see any other women. I was wondering if you could stop seeing your other man. I was wondering if you love me enough."
"I do," she said. "I do, but. . . "
"But what?" he asked. "What's wrong with both of us deciding to have a good old-fashioned kind of marriage where we're faithful each other?"
"Not a thing," she said to him. "I would like it like that. But. . . "
"What?" he asked, fingering her pussy again. "Tell me."
"How am I supposed to believe that you won't see anyone else? How am I supposed to know that? You've been fucking around for so long."
"You'll just have to trust me," he said. "I'll promise you, but you still have to believe me. I'll stick to my promise, I swear."
"Then I'll stick to mine," she said, and she kissed him again. "But remember, if you ever do it again, so will I."
"I never will," he said, getting ready to enter her again. "I swear."
And she did believe him. She just didn't know what she was going to tell Mickey. She didn't know how he was going to take it.