Chapter 8
It all happened quite coincidentally, as these things sometimes tend to happen.
Mickey had been suspecting Debbie of cheating on him for some time now, ever since he had found that blonde hair in his bed. Some nights, when he made love to her after that, he sensed that she was holding something back from him.
Usually, when he fucked her, he would open his eyes on occasion as he rammed his thick dick in and out of her pussy. He couldn't remember a time when she had ever kept her eyes open. He always remembered her keeping her eyes shut tight, as if she was letting her mind concentrate on this intense pleasure that his cock brought to her.
However, ever since that night, he would usually find her with her eyes open. He would sense that she was thinking about something, and after their orgasms, he would try to bring up the subject.
"What's on your mind? Whatever it is, I can sense it," he would say.
But she always made up some stupid excuse about their sons, or about her parents or something else that he knew was complete and total bullshit.
Mickey had also been thinking about what he would do if he discovered that Debbie was fucking around with other men. The first time he had ever suspected it for sure, when he found the hair, he had been outraged. He knew that he could have killed her.
Talking with Stella had changed his thinking, a little. He knew now that he wouldn't explode completely, but he would want to talk it out with her and find out just what the fuck was going on. Then, he thought, he might hit her.
He learned the truth, one morning, from three different people, all within an hour. The first person to tell him was Stella.
Stella had walked into his office that morning, and he could tell that there was something on her mind. As he pulled her sweater up over her tits and started to suck on her incredibly beautiful nipples, she moaned softly.
She didn't seem to be responding as well as usual, he thought, so he licked and sucked her two red beauties even harder. As he did, he moved his hand down to her panties and started to finger her cunt. He could feel how wet she was.
"Hey, let me suck you off first," she said.
Mickey had no complaints about that. If he had realized that this was to be the last blow job she would ever give him, he might have. But she was waiting to tell him.
It had been almost a week since she and Harry had made a pact to be faithful to each other, and she had already broken it with Mickey. She had been telling herself again and again that she wasn't going to let herself succumb to sexual passion when he touched her, and if she could hold back, she would certainly have some strength to resist.
When he was fingering her pussy, she felt herself giving in.
That was why she suggested sucking him, and she was on her knees in no time with Mickey's stiff and eager dick, sliding in and out of her mouth at a steady rate. Stella moved her tongue all over his cock, just so she would remember what it felt like. She pulled his balls, and at one point, sucked on them for a long time.
She looked at the expression of complete pleasure on Mickey's face, and she loved him so much. However, she loved her husband even more, and if Harry was going to try and be faithful, so was she.
Anyway, she had told herself, if Harry strays, I can always come back for more.
When Mickey's cock started to pulsate in her mouth, she sucked even harder. She could sense the way his legs were buckling as his orgasm began to rush upon him, and he was thrusting his hips harder and harder during the actual moments of ejaculation. She kept sucking and sucking, until his cock was limp in her mouth.
"That was beautiful, Stella," he moaned, trying to catch his breath. "Now let me eat you and bring you off the same way."
"No," she said. "Never again."
Mickey had somehow managed to get her panties down before, and when he saw that furry red patch and those dripping red lips, right in front of him, he thought that she was only kidding. She was making no attempt to cover herself, and that was only making her pussy more tempting.
"Stella, cut the crap," he said to her. "You know you love the way I eat you."
"True," she said, touching his limp dick. "And I love to suck you and fuck .you, Mickey, I really do. However, Harry and I have kind of reconciled."
"I didn't even know that you were separated."
"We never were. Only in communication. We were both fucking whoever the hell we wanted to fuck, telling each other of course. Just recently, however, we decided that we're going to be faithful to each other."
"Oh, come on, what the fuck for?"
"Because I want it like that, Mickey. I think it would be terrific. I think it would be terrific if all couples remained faithful to each other."
"I don't know. The idea is okay."
"Okay? That's the way it should be. And maybe, Mickey, maybe if you would remain faithful to Debbie, she would do the same to you."
As soon as he heard that, he pulled his cock out of her hand.
"What the hell are you talking about, Stella? You know something."
"So do you, I assume. If Debbie's being as honest with you as all the other girls who go to Millicent Mills, then she must have told you " that she has a lover."
"What?"
"That's right. Millicent told me. It's strange, but Debbie goes to her morning group and I go at night, and she figured out that you were my lover and Debbie's husband. I think Millicent told me that Debbie is doing it with the. mailman."
"Rod Parker?" he asked.
"Rod. That name does sound familiar. Anyway, that's only what Millicent says."
Mickey didn't know if he should believe Stella or not. He did know one thing, however, and that was the fact that he could forget everything, for a few minutes, if he was doing some fast pussy probing with his tongue. He was in the mood to lick her and eat her sweet juices, no matter what her relationship with Harry was.
"I'm glad to see that you're taking it so well," Stella said, reaching for her panties.
"Wait. Stella, for old time's sake, let me just eat you once more. I have to taste you one last time so I can remember what it's like."
Stella was a little wary about letting him do that. She thought, for some reason, that her husband might find out about it. But 'he hadn't ever known about Mickey, and she thought that she did owe him one last time.
She sat on his desk and spread her legs.
"All right, you can eat me. But please, don't ask me to let you fuck me. I would feel more guilty than ever if I did that."
Mickey knew that once he had her passions at a high, he would be able to slip his cock into her cunt quite easily. He sunk to his knees and moved his mouth to her pussy lips. He started to lick the red fleshy lips slowly, and he could taste her luscious flavor. He stuck his tongue between her lips and started to probe her folds of flesh. The more he probed, the wetter he could feel her getting.
He liked the fact that Stella was always so hot when he licked her. He started to flick her clit back and forth, and she almost went wild, thrusting her ass up and down off the desk so that she was shoving her cunt against his face.
Mickey was just about to get up to fuck her when the phone rang. Stella reached over to get it, and spoke breathlessly. Then she handed him the phone and told him that it was his friend Lou Barth.
"Mickey. Lou here," the man said, when Mickey took the phone.
"Hey, Lou, what's new?" Mickey asked. It was rare that Lou ever called him at work. They were good friends, but on a social level, where they lived.
"Look, this has been on my mind for the past few weeks, and I know that I'm not supposed to tell you. But I think that it's my duty as a neighbor and friend to let you know that your wife is an adulteress."
"What?" Mickey asked. His rage was growing more and more.
"She's been making it with Rod Parker, the mailman. I found out from Carol, and you can believe that Carol is a good source for information. She's Debbie's best friend, and she's made it with Rod a few times, too."
"I see," he said. "Well, thanks for telling me. I'm going to deal with it."
Mickey hung up the phone. He was surprised that his cock was still hard, for hearing about Debbie made him feel like shit.
He was pressing his cock against Stella's cunt, trying to enter her, when the phone ran a few seconds later. Stella answered again.
"Why, yes, Millicent," she said. "I don't understand, but I'll let you talk to him."
Stella handed the phone to Mickey.
"Hello," a sensuous woman's voice said, "this is Millicent Mills. I run a women's therapy group, and your wife is one of my members. Now, your wife's had trouble telling you something, even though she's been wanting to tell you for the longest time."
"She's having an affair," Mickey said.
"Why, yes. Oh, good, I'm so glad that she finally told you. I was the one who recommended that she do it. You see, we all know that you've been fucking Stella, and why should your wife get the short end of the stick? Or the dick, as I sometimes say. It's good to hear that you're aware of it, regardless."
"Yes," he said. "I'm well aware of it. In fact, it seems like the whole fucking world knows about her fucking affair."
"Now calm down, Mickey," Millicent said. "You're a very intelligent man, and you should be able to deal with this on an intellectual level."
"Fuck that," he screamed into the phone. "I can deal with it on a physical level. And Debbie's gonna be the punching bag."
He slammed the phone down on the hook and started to pull his pants up. Stella could see how riled he was, and she grabbed his arm.
"Mickey, what the hell are you planning on doing?" she asked.
"I have no fucking idea, baby. But I'm sure something will come to me the minute I step in the front door and see her. Now let go."
As Mickey ran out of his office and hailed a cab, he could feel himself on the verge of blowing up. The fact that Debbie was cheating on him was bad enough, he thought, but to make it even worse, she had been lying to him all that time.
So, he thought, it was Rod Parker's blonde hair on his bed.
He kept his fists clenched together, and he could feel himself digging his nails into his palms. It was one way to relieve some of the violent tension he felt.
As he opened the front door of his house, he made no sound. For as soon as he walked in, he could see a mail sack on the chair next to the door. He knew that Rod Parker had to be in the house, and he started to tiptoe up the stairs.
When he came to his bedroom door, he pushed it open slowly.
The two of them were in bed, engaged in some sixty-nine. Mickey could see how Rod was on top of her, spreading her pussy lips with his fingers and licking her pussy while he moaned heavily.
He was thrusting his cock in and out of Debbie's mouth, and like any jealous husband, Mickey tried to take note of its size, in the hopes that he was bigger than Rod.
He was aghast, but something else was happening to him. He was getting turned on. He could feel his cock starting to swell in his pants, and the voyeuristic side of him was beginning to come out in full bloom.
He was so entranced, in fact, that he made no move to stop them. He decided that he might even let them go all the way before interrupting.
Debbie had her eyes closed, and that bothered him a little.
He could hear her moaning so smoothly, and then she started to scream through his thrusting cock. Mickey wasn't sure if she was coming, or he was coming, or both of them were coming, but the scream told him that some sexual passion was heightened.
He could tell that Rod was coming, for at one point, he pulled back too much and some of his come spurted onto her cheek. She sucked him back between her lips.
She kept sucking, too, and Rod stayed hard. Mickey was quite surprised, for that rarely happened with him.
Since Rod was still hard, he was able to start fucking her soon. He turned around and slid his cock into her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his thrusting ass, and Mickey saw the way her big tits were heaving up and down.
He rubbed his cock bulge through his pants, even harder, and he hoped that he wouldn't come in his pants. That hadn't happened in the longest time, but he had never felt this excited before, either.
Rod must have fucked her for, a good ten minutes before he thrust his cock in hard and started to moan so loud that Mickey knew he was coming in her pussy. He was grinding his cock at the same time, and that was sending Debbie over the edge.
She kept thrusting her hips up and down, and she was even moving her fingers to her nipples and pulling on them. They were so stiff.
As the fuck ended and Rod rolled off of Debbie, Mickey watched her move her hand down to his limp cock. It was as if she couldn't get enough of his dick, and Mickey felt so threatened by it that he knew he couldn't remain silent any longer.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he screamed.
Debbie sat up and looked startled.
However, Rod, who assumed that Mickey knew about him all the time, just hopped off the bed and walked right over to him, his hand outstretched.
"Hey, Mr. Walsh, it's good to see you."
Rod wasn't ready for Mickey's fist. He hit him right in the jaw, and the brunt of the blow was enough to send him reeling back. He hit his head against the bedpost and passed out. Then Mickey looked at Debbie.
"I'm gonna kill you now, you lying bitch," he screamed.
"Wait," she said, trying to cover herself for she knew that while she was naked she was even more vulnerable.
"What for?"
"Was I doing anything wrong?" she screamed. "You've been fucking with your secretary for years now, and I've just started. And how many other people have you been fucking? How can you say I've done anything wrong?"
"She's right you know," another voice said, and Mickey whirled around. Millicent Martin was standing by the bedroom door.
"I hope you don't mind me barging in like this," she said to him. "But after I called and you hung up, I knew you were going to come here. The thing that I detest more than anything else is violence, and I see you've already gotten to Rod. Now, Mickey, you and your wife should try to talk this thing out. And that is exactly what you are going to do, do you hear me?"
"What makes you think you can make me listen to you?" he asked.
"This," she said, pulling a small gun from her bag. "I do hate violence, but if I have to shoot you in the arm to stop you from physically harming your wife, I will."
Debbie smiled at Millicent. As far as she was concerned, the woman was one of the coolest women she had ever met.
"Now Mickey," Debbie said. "I do love you. I've also discovered that I love fucking. I've discovered that I get different sensations when I fuck Rod. I'm not putting you down, but what makes you think you can cheat and I can't?"
"It's a man's right to do it," he said.
"Oh, Jesus," Millicent moaned. "I didn't think that men still believed that old piece of shit. Here's living proof."
"Look," Mickey said turning to Millicent, who quickly held up her gun to keep him in his place, "men have greater sex urges. They need it more often."
"That's bullshit in the first degree," she said. "Men just think that women don't like it because we've all been brainwashed for years. Men seem to think that women just put up with it because they need it."
Mickey looked at Millicent, then the gun.
Somehow, he thought he should believe her.