Chapter 11
LATE THAT AFTERNOON, AS HERBERT WAS walking down a corridor in his office, he noticed that the door of the supply room was standing open and a light burning inside.
This was strictly against the rules. The supply room was to be kept locked at all times, and the light was to be turned off whenever anyone left. It was necessary to maintain close control over pennies in order to make dollars, his father had always said. Herbert never forgot that.
He stepped to the door and leaned in to turn off the light. Then the thought struck him that perhaps someone was inside, even though he couldn't see them. A row of cabinets ran across the center of the room, with only a narrow passage at one end, which led to the shelves beyond.
He could have called, but he thought he would have a look instead. He walked to the end of the row of cabinets and peered around them.
What a sight greeted his eyes!
Daisy was back there. At this very moment, she was bending forward, selecting something from a lower shelf, and her miniskirt was hiked way up in back. It was so high, that it was above the tops of her long, mesh stockings, revealing the creamy flesh of her rounded thighs.
Herbert's juices started churning.
A sly grin came over his face and he crept up behind the girl. He was so intent upon what he was about to do that he forgot he had left the hall door open. If he had closed it, it would have assured privacy for Daisy and himself, since the room could be opened only with the key which Daisy apparently now held and which had to be obtained from the office manager.
Nevertheless, he came up behind Daisy, who was still bent over, and quickly flipped up her skirt, exposing her panty-sheathed bottom. The panties were white and silken and they clung to her lush rear cheeks. Herbert quickly drew back his hand and gave her a pop on that pantied ass, causing a sharp, erotic sound and making her fleshy half-moons jiggle.
"Oooh!" she cried, and straightened up, whirling.
Then she grinned. "Herbie! You old devil!" She came into his arms. The intimate spank on the fanny had turned her on.
They kissed passionately and Herbert's poontanger came up.
He had a wild idea.
"Let's do it in here," he husked. "Just the way you were before-bent over."
She giggled and immediately whirled, bending and aiming her buttocks at him again.
Herbert didn't think of the half-open door. In fact, on the contrary, he took it for granted that they had security, because security and the supply room were subconsciously linked in his mind.
And if Daisy realized that the door was still open, she didn't give a damn.
So she didn't make the slightest resistance when he flipped up her skirt again. In fact, this was what her hastily assumed posture had invited. And she just said, "Oooh, baby!" when he gripped the top of her panties and pulled them down, denuding her butt and the hairy little treasure which peeped backward between the tops of her creamy thighs.
Herbert bent fully forward, sliding her panties all the way and removing them from her feet. Then, with a growl, he began kissing upward along her legs, first on top of her stockings, hopping from one to the other, then on her naked upper thighs ... finally on the plump, smooth cheeks of her buttocks and, very quickly, on the crack between them.
Standing once more, he fumbled open the front of his clothes and brought out his shaft.
Daisy was looking backward between her spread legs.
"Oh, give it to me, baby!" she erred. "But make sure you get the right place."
Herbert wasn't the sort to try the wrong place. Daisy's right place was good enough for him. In fact, it was a little beauty!
Holding himself, he moved up and nudged the division of her puffy box. Gradually the head of his cock worked its way inside. He slid a hand around her hip and to her front where he found and began to fondle her clitoris. She quickly began to cream. Her little clit stood up and quivered with delight as her cunt became nicely lathered. Only a couple of gentle strokes were needed to distribute the lather perfectly, then Herbert began to pump with a straight forward and back action, slamming his front against her bouncy buttocks.
It was a great thrill for him, and hardly less than great for her, with him twiddling her little joy button the way he was. As Herbert pumped, Daisy cooo'd and rotated her ass. Then she bumped back against him as he pushed forward into her.
It was bump-bump-bump, hump-hump-hump, back-and-forth, in-and-out, round-and-round, twiddle-twiddle, and:
"Oh, daddy, does that feel goood!"
Herbert began to go at her like a ram, pumping furiously into her split bun.
Neither he nor Daisy heard the two passing secretaries stop at the door of the supply room push it open all the way and look around, wondering who-if anyone-was inside. They glanced at each other, both aware that it was contrary to company rules to leave the door open and the light on.
On the chance that someone might be in the room, they moved forward and rounded the tall row of cabinets which concealed the erotic action going on at the rear. When they saw it, they merely stood and gaped. Neither of them could utter a sound.
Of all people, there was proper Mr. Morrison with his pants open and his dong sticking out, just giving it to Daisy Watkins to beat hell, while she was bent over with her legs spread, her panties lying on the floor.
It was quite a sight for two young, unsuspecting secretaries to stumble upon!
It was too much to believe that they could merely drop in and observe this shocking spectacle and stealthily take their leave, without the happily screwing couple having been aware of their presence.
Daisy happened to glimpse them as she looked backward between her legs. At first, her eyes just widened. Then she grinned, for she figured it was kind of a feather in her hat (as well as a cock in her ass) to be taken by the big boss this way.
The girls gulped and one of them said stupidly, "Hi, Daize."
Herbert pulled his prong out of her pussy and whirled to face the intruders, his red-headed cock swaying as it gleamed with Daisy's moisture.
"M-m-mister Morrison!" one of the girls mumbled.
"Get out of here! Get out of here!" he yelled. "You're both fired."
They turned and fled.
In less than half an hour, the whole office had heard about what happened.
Daisy enjoyed being the center of so much sensational attention.
Herbert at first was deeply chagrined. But then, as he sat in his private office and thought about it, he began to take some satisfaction in what had been seen and doubtless widely reported.
This meant he was gaining a new image around the office. He would now be known, behind his back, as Herbie the Swinger instead of Herbert the Square. It was a status he had never thought he would be able to attain, though he always had secretly wanted to make it. Now he had arrived.
Aaah.
That wasn't half bad.
He immediately sent word, through his secretary, that the two girls he had fired were to be reinstated. That was the least he could do in return for their spreading the word.
When he marched through the outer office that day, on his way home, all eyes were on him. Daisy winked and he winked back.
Aaah, yes!
He didn't take his wife flowers that night. Or candy. Or some trinket he had picked up.
He took her something more precious than that: himself, in the mood to make love.
He hadn't gotten his rocks off with Daisy, because of the interruption just as he was approaching climax, and his nuts were congested as hell.
When a man's nuts were in such condition, and he had a beautiful brunette wife to go home to, it was only natural and proper that he should take advantage of her presence to help him get rid of his load.
The fact that it was proper didn't interest him, one way or the other. He was fed-up with propriety. He was also fed up with the pussy-footing around his own house, being constantly tantalized by Gloria's presence but usually afraid to approach her, for fear she wasn't in the right mood.
Screw her mood!
In fact, screw her!
That was his motto for today.
He was Herbie the Swinger now. Did a swinger get down on bended knee and beg for his nookey? He did not. He grabbed his woman, whether wife or whatever, and took what he wanted ... as Herbert had taken what he wanted from Daisy that very afternoon.
Or almost taken what he wanted.
Right now, that was his big trouble.
He roared into the house, past the cook who labored in the kitchen, and headed for the master bedroom where Gloria was no doubt dressing for dinner.
She's probably sitting there in her black, lacy pants, he thought, all set to tease me. Well, he'd had enough teasing in his own goddamned house. So what if she wasn't wild for sex? She had a body that was made for nothing so much as a good screw. This afternoon, by Godfrey, he was going to use it just for that, whether she liked it or not.
He entered the bedroom, and ... sure enough, there she was, seated in front of her vanity mirror. Her panties were black, elaborately decked in lace, as he had expected. But it happened that she wore dusky hose and black garters, too. Just the pants, garters and hose-that was all. A more enticing picture could hardly have been imagined.
"Hello, Herbert," she murmured, and tilted her cheek up for a kiss.
Instead he gave her a real sharp pinch on the tip of a tit.
"Herbert!" she said between gasps.
"Hi, baby!" he grinned. "Let's hit the sack."
"Wh-what?"
"Let's go to bed," he translated. "What's the matter, are you too high-toned to understand a little ordinary slang?"
"But, Herbert," she said numbly, "It's almost dinner time, and I have a headache."
"This will help your headache, 'baby," he said, as he began getting undressed.
She jumped to her feet, her bowl-like breasts jouncing. "Now, just a minute, Herbert. You have no right ... "
"I have every right, baby. We're married to each other, don't forget."
"But how about my feelings?"
"It's time you started adjusting your feelings to mine, instead of vice-versa, don't you think?" He let his shirt flutter away and went to work on his pants.
"But ... but ... "
"Put it on the mattress, Gloria! Daddy's coming in with a load."
Suddenly Gloria was thrilled. All her married life, she had wished he would talk to her this way and take command. At last, he was doing so.
She quickly slid off her panties and positioned herself in the center of the mattress, knees raised slightly and thighs spread. Herbert gazed at the delightful sight-her black-fringed, pink pussy dramatized by her dark stockings and garter belt-and he broke some kind of record getting rid of the rest of his clothes.
He mounted the foot of the bed with his staff standing high and quivering with lust, then came down atop her, landing in the saddle of those luscious thighs, but back far enough so that he could comfortably kiss her tits first.
He kissed them all over and rolled them and pinched them.
"Oooh, Herbert, you're so different tonight!" Gloria gushed.
"Damned right," he said. "The old Herbert is gone.
Baby, you've got a new husband."
Her belly began to bob up and down in anticipation. Already she was wet with desire for him. This was the kind of stimulation she needed. Thank goodness, he understood.
"Oh, screw me, Herbert!" she cried, grasping his rigid cock. "Run this into me all the way and pump it. Screw me like hell!"
Now Herbert was as happily shocked as she had been, moments before. She did like sex! She really did! And today she actually wanted him!
He felt for the opening of her tunnel of love, parted the velvety orifice, and sank himself to the hilt.
"Oooh Herbert!" she happily wailed.
She began to pump up and down as he glided in and out of her. Holy Christ, it was good! If it wasn't for the fact that he was so dammed up, due to his abortive experience with Daisy that afternoon, he probably would have finished after only a dozen strokes. But today he humped and pumped like a frigging robot, and she went simply wild.
He enjoyed himself tremendously. Each thrust of his pulsating pecker lifted him closer to his goal. In fact, he seemed so close that he might lose his load any second. But still he held on and rode her.
"Oh, Herbert! You lover! So goood! Oh, baby, how you're screwing me! What a cock! Screw me, Herbert! Give it to me! YeYes ... yesss ... YESSS!"
She came, quaking blissfully and all but strangling his joystick with her contracting spasms. He growled and kept pumping, rounding off her orgasm in perfect style before he finally unleashed a strangled groan and plowed very deep, jerking and squirting and squirting some more.
Nothing would do, after that, but for Herbert to roll onto his back and let Gloria take a kissing tour of his body. She insisted on it. He lay there, amazed and thrilled, as she kissed his chest and middle, suctioning his navel and fluttering her tongue tip into it. But the greatest thrill was yet to come when she pinched his flaccid peter between her thumb and finger and directed that little darling to her lips. She sucked it into her mouth and began to work on it greedily.
Herbert quickly stiffened up again. This was the thrill of thrills, to think that his beautiful Gloria would treat him this way!
Now she vaulted astride him and settled down on his cock. She rotated and posted, her tits shaking up and down as her slippery cunt gave him more pleasure in ten minutes than it had during all the previous length of their married life.
She moved faster and faster, her black hair whipping about her creamy shoulders, her titties doing a madly erotic dance. He moaned and clutched her flexing thighs, then her supple middle, finally her hobbling breasts. He began jabbing upward.
They finished together this time, as she dropped and seemed to suction around him while he quivered and went off, geysering like Old Faithful.
"Oh, Herbie, I love you!" Gloria moaned, as she fell forward and kissed him all over the face.
Herbie!
She had actually called him Herbie! What a day this had been.
Later she told him about the party which was set for Saturday night.
"They've planned all sorts of things," she explained.
"I wasn't sure you'd be interested. But now, since I've finally discovered the kind of man you really are, I know you will be."
"What kind of things, baby?" he asked, as he gently fondled her tits.
"Oh, a regular orgy! Mate swaps and circuses and all that sort of jazz."
"It sounds delightful," he told her.
"You won't mind swapping me with Pete Edwards or Art Claiborne?"
"Hell, no, as long as I get a chance to screw Amy or Patty."
"Oh, you will, darling! You will!"
"What's this business about circuses?"
"Well, Patty suggested that we girls might get together and ... well, put on a show for you boys." He grinned. "That would be a new kick."
"You mean, it's all right, Herbie? You'll let me do it."
"If I can watch."
"Oh, I hope you will! Darling, I'm so goddamned happy! You know, you're going to have to screw me again tonight."
"Any time, precious. Any time at all." Somehow Herbert knew he could make good on that pledge and bring his beautiful wife satisfaction each time. And as a man thinketh, so is he.