I found out about my husband and his secretary only by chance. I was cleaning out the den one day and came across a bundle of papers all neatly wrapped up with a ribbon.
I opened them. I couldn't figure out what it could be. We never had stationery like this, all pink with a blue border. Lovely.
"Dear Tiger." (Don't you love it? Thomas, a tiger!) "I just had to write you to tell you I miss you, and I wish I didn't have to go away on my vacation with my mother, because I want to be with you so we can play nookie together. I love playing nookie with you. You make me feel good all over, especially inside my 'nestle' and I want to lick you and I'm licking this pen thinking it's your lollipop. I can't wait to get back to work and crawl under your desk again, to have a bite to eat. See you next week. Love, Snookums."
How did that girl ever get released from nursery school? There were more letters, all addressed to my husband at his office. I wonder what he wrote to her.
Anyway, the others were more of the same, and when I confronted Tom with the evidence, he laughed.
"Oh, that's Nell."
"I know who it's from. Is it true, or is she off the wall?"
"Look, Marianne, I don't want to discuss it. That's my office that's involved, and I don't want to talk about it. You know I don't like to talk about my work at home."
"I'm beginning to understand why," I said. This was years ago, mind you, and I loved him very much. I figured he was having an affair with his secretary, but so long as he kept me happy, I didn't mind. He did know how to please me with his cock and balls.
He refused to discuss it, and when he tried to take the letters away from me, I kept them and hid them. It proves that he is a real hypocrite, especially as regards to the children. He brought her home one night and fucked her when I was away, but Gary and Carolyn were at home.
Of course his secretary would go wild over him. I did, too, years ago. Tom wasn't always as stuffy as he is now. He and I used to carry on so beautifully together that I still occasionally feel tenderness toward him when I think of him. You'll notice I said occasionally. Well, maybe once every six months, and that was before he pulled this trick on me.
He was glad to get rid of me. If Ronald hadn't existed, Tom would have had to invent him. It was a convenient excuse so Nell, his secretary, or whoever he's fucking these days, could come over and ball with him.
Don't think I don't know about his women. Not just Nell, but a whole parade of women, from Fern, the next-door neighbor to Adele, one of my friends. The only girl I think he hasn't fucked yet is Carolyn, and that's only because our daughter is too quick for him.
The first night that Tom asked me out, oh, so many years ago, I was quite taken with him. I knew he was something of a rake. His reputation preceded him for miles around.
I didn't really care, though. I was so thrilled to be asked out by Thomas Baker that I would have done anything he asked me to, and, as a matter of fact, I did.
He was supposed to pick me up at eight, but he was late. I was not upset at his being late, it was wondering whether he had changed his mind about me.
He honked the horn of his car at about nine or so. I dashed out of the house all dressed up in my nice new pink dress expecting to go dancing, and he was sitting behind the wheel in a T-shirt and jeans.
I was disappointed, but I hid it well. The fact that he had asked me out was enough.
"Okay baby, let's go!" he said and he revved the engine and off we were. He drove into Lakeside Park and he stopped the car along a deserted strip of road.
He reached over to kiss me. I was somewhat taken aback, and I guess it showed on my face, because he pulled away, making some sort of crack about my being up-tight.
"Okay, baby, I'll take you home," he said. He started up the car and we drove out of the park.
I was in a state of panic. I couldn't believe that my life with Thomas Baker was over. I desperately wanted to remain part of his life, and as we drove, I put my hand on his thigh.
"Well, that's better," he said. He continued to drive, and in desperation, I started to rub his fly.
I hadn't noticed that he had a hole in the front of his jeans, right near his fly. He hadn't been wearing any underwear, and when I began to caress his fly, his cock started to poke through the hole.
I turned red. He realized that I was embarrassed and he stopped the car right in the middle of a crowded street.
The horns of the other cars were honking, but he paid them no mind. He was just interested in what I was doing.
"You've never seen one before, have you?" he asked. Well, that wasn't true. I had seen my father naked and I knew what a guy had between his legs.
"Yes, I h-have," I stammered. "Whose?"
"M-My f-father's," I said. I so hoped he wouldn't laugh. He laughed.
"Hey, you're all right! You made it with Daddy! Good for you!"
"I j-just saw it," I mumbled. "We didn't do anything?"
"Ohhhh, you a virgin-type girl?"
"I g-guess so."
"Well, well. I can take care of that for you. No need to worry. Dr. Baker will make you feel all better again."
He started up the car and drove back to the park. I was frightened of what I thought he might do.
When he parked the car, he slid over to my side of the seat. He put his arms around me, and I shook with fear.
"Do what you were doing before," he told me. "What was I doing?" I had really forgotten. "You know. Touch me here." He pointed to his fly. I tentatively reached out and gingerly put a single finger on his zipper. He laughed really loud this time.
"No. Not like that. Do to me what I'm going to do to you," he said. "I'll show you just what to do." He put his hand on my thigh and then reached inside my dress. I could feel his hand approaching my cunt, and I wanted to scream. I was sure he would hurt me.
He crept closer and closer to my panties. I wanted to die. I wanted to go home. I didn't care about Tom any inure.
"Take me home! Please! I want to go home!" But he just laughed.
"Not till I show you something," he said. He grabbed hold of my hand and put it right where the bulge in the front of his jeans was.
I felt something stir. The hole began to spread as the tip of his cock poked through. I turned away, but he kept my hand on his fly, and made me touch his cock-head.
"Feel it, baby! Oh, baby, I know you're gonna love what I'm gonna give you! It feels good, don't it, baby?"
"Y-Y-Yes, it f-feels good." I didn't know whether it felt good or not, but I figured that saying it might make it so.
"Oh, baby, it feels good to me. Look at that cock go!"
His prick was getting harder by the second, and it was slowly starting to come through the hole. His cock was so long, and it just kept sliding out of that hole in his pants. The more I rubbed, the harder and longer it got.
"That's it, baby, rub that cock! Come on, Marianne, I know you just love cock! I could see it in your eyes! You want it, baby! You want my prick and balls, and I'm going to give it to you."
I was terrified. I didn't know what he was going to do with his cock and balls, but I had a good idea that whatever it was, it was going to hurt me.
"Rub it, baby!" he cried. "Ohhhh, baby, that cock is so hard! Look at how hard it is. Try to wrap your hands around it. It's thick, baby, it's so thick you can't do it! Oh, baby, I want this dick to slide all the way up your fucking cunt!"
He now unsnapped the top of his jeans, and he pushed my hand against his crotch. "Reach inside and touch my balls! Come on, don't be shy! Touch my balls! Ahh, that feels good!"
I rubbed something soft and fleshy. I did it because it gave him pleasure, but I didn't know what it was supposed to do for me. It didn't do much, at least right then.
With one hand I rubbed the long shaft outside his jeans, and with the other, I caressed his balls inside them. He leaned back against the seat and let me masturbate him as he sighed and groaned with pleasure.
I still wanted to go dancing, and I thought that when he had enough of my rubbing his cock, he would take me to the Casino, where the guys and girls danced all night long.
No such luck. I continued to rub, and his cries got louder and louder.
"Do it faster! Ohhhh! Do it faster! Rub my cock! Squeeze my balls! Ohh, Marianne, make me come! Ohhhh! I want to come! Rub it up and down in long fast strokes! Rub me harder, Marianne! Jerk me off! I want to shoot!"
I did as he said, and then a very strange thing happened. I had never seen a cock ejaculate before, but when I started to rub his prick really hard, he suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs, and this strange milky white stuff came pouring out of his prick.
"Ohhhhlih!" he cried. "I'm coming! Ohhhhh! Jerk me off! Ohhhh! I'm shooting! Ohhhh! Ohhhh!"
He cried with delight for several moments. The thick cream kept pouring out of his meat, and I felt my hand getting all sticky and wet, as the sperm poured all over me.
He was still for a few minutes. I was at least pleased that he hadn't tried to do something with my cunt. I knew it would hurt, and I thought that now was the time to go dancing.
"Wipe your hands," he said. "I don't want to smell the cum all over the place," he said as he finally came out of his semicoma. "Clean yourself up."
I looked around, but couldn't find anything to wipe my hands with. I finally had to use my new pink dress to clean myself.
The sperm still dripped off the tip of his prick, and I watched it slowly get soft and shrink back against his jeans.
He didn't adjust his clothing to get his cock back inside, and I sat there waiting for him to do so.
"Could we go dancing now?" I asked.
"Dancing? What are you talking about?"
"I thought we were going to go dancing. It's not important. It's only important that I be with you."
What a jerk I was in those days! What made it so important that I be with that schmuck? How was I to know, being a naive virgin, that his reputation for being a great romantic lover meant only that he was a good lay? I had read too many soppy novels and seen too many bad movies.
Tom grinned. He knew that all the girls wanted nothing more than to be with him. He knew that all he had to do to get a girl slobbering at his feet was to fuck her, and she would beg for more.
"You're a funny girl," he said.
"Thank you," I replied, not realizing that he was not complimenting me. I though he meant that I had a sense of humor.
"I mean that you're strange. What's this dancing bug that's gotten into you? You're all dolled up in some pink frilly dress and you think we're going to waltz in the moonlight?"
"Couldn't we?"
"No." That ended it once and for all. With Tom, I knew that we would never be the romantic couple I had so longed to be.
"Well," I finally said, "what would you like to do?"
He grinned again. He pointed down to his crotch and said, "This."
"Okay," I answered, wondering why he seemed to like my stroking his cock so much.
I began to fondle his dick even though it was sticky and covered with cum. He let me rub it until it started to get hard again. When I started to rub it really hard, waiting for the moment when his cock would erupt again, he stopped me.
"No, this time it's going to be different," he said. "This time I'm really going to slide my meat up your hole."
"My hole?"
"Your cunt, baby. Don't tell me you don't know you have a cunt. All girls have 'em. Golden ones, red ones, dark ones. You've got a dark one, I know."
"How do you know?" I asked, trying to joke.
Inside, however, I felt sick. I so wanted him to like me, and yet I knew that what he wanted to do with me was wrong.
"Baby, your hair is dark and that means all your hair is dark. Your pussy's going to be covered with your dark hair. But underneath that hair, baby, is going to be the hottest, juiciest piece of meat I know."
I started to tremble. I trembled both with excitement and fear. I wanted him to do whatever it was that he wished, but I was afraid that he would do just that.
I had never been fucked before. Oh, you probably won't believe that, looking at me now, would you? Well, it was true. Back in the days when I was young there was indeed a time when no man had penetrated my vagina, and I didn't even know what a guy really wanted from a girl. I know now. Boy, do I know now!
He put his hand on my dress and started to rub the area near my cunt. I felt a vague dizziness overtaking me. I let him touch me all over, until he started to reach underneath my dress and press the palm of his hand against my panties.
I could feel his finger pressing the silk into my gash. It thrilled me a bit because I knew that what we were doing was forbidden, but at the same time, I was afraid that he was going to hurt me.
"No, don't!" I said as he started to take down my panties.
"Don't what? Hey, Marianne, I thought you wanted it as much as I did. I didn't know you were a lesbian."
"A what?"
"A girl who likes girls."
"Well, sure I like girls. I like all my girlfriends. There's Alma, and she and I are very close, and there's…"
"Never mind…" He began to toy with my pussy hairs, and I let him. Everything I did or said seemed to irritate him, and I couldn't figure it out. Now, of course, I know it was because I didn't just rip off my clothing and beg to be fucked. It was both a blessing and a curse.
It was a blessing that I didn't crave to have his cock inside my cunt, because I became a challenge to him and he ultimately grew to like me and he married me. It was a curse for exactly the same reason.
I glanced out of the windows of the parked car. No one was even remotely in sight. I wished that a cop would pass by and shine a flashlight into the window. Anything to prevent my being hurt.
He pulled my dress up over my head. It covered my face and I couldn't see anything.
"Well, take the damned thing off!" he snarled when I complained.
I clumsily began to remove my dress, while he sat there impatiently. "It's off now," I said at last. "I can see that," he answered grumpily. He started once again to massage my bush underneath my panties, and, as he slowly pulled my panties down, he squirmed along the seat to climb on top of me.
"Oww! You're hurting me!" I complained as I felt his entire weight pressing down on my body.
"Christ!" he swore, and shifted his weight. His dick was really hard now, and I could feel it beginning to touch the tips of my pussy hairs. I was trembling inside, and trying to appear calm on the outside.
"Okay, baby, I'm going to fuck you now. You're going to love it. Just relax, baby, and let my cock ram the shit out of you."
"What!"
"Relax, it's just an expression. I'm going to make you feel really good, baby. Close your eyes and spread your legs."
I could feel the tip of his dick beginning to enter my pussy. It felt good at first, and I began to relax. Perhaps everything was going to be all tight after all.
His balls were still wet, and when I started to rub them, he began to plunge deeper into my hole. I felt a series of sharp pains, and I begged for him to stop.
"No way, baby!" he cried. "This time it's for real!" He started to press harder into my cunt, and I felt as if I would die.
"Stop! Help! Oww! You're hurting me! Oww!"
The expression on his face was one of sheer glee at my pain. He was going to kill me, I was sure of it.
In fear, I pressed my fingers into his shoulder, not intending to hurt him, but just to relieve some of my own tensions. Apparently I had not trimmed my nails in weeks, and I cut into his flesh. He screamed so loud. I thought my eardrums would burst.
"What the fuck are you trying to do?" The blood started to trickle down his back and he withdrew his cock immediately from my pussy.
"Oh, my God, I'm sorry!" I shouted when I saw that he had been injured. "I didn't mean…"
"You didn't mean what? If you didn't want me to fuck you, why didn't you say so? Why do you have to go around hurting people? What's wrong with you? Are you sick or something?"
He was furious. I had done it. He would never speak to me again, and we would never become friends. What was there about him that made me want him so much? More to the point, what was there about me that made me want him so much? He was, and is, a full-fledged card-carrying prick.
His cock was poised right up above my cunt. It bobbed and pulsed there, and the two of us lay together unmoving.
Without saying a word, he started to rub his dick slowly up my body away from my pussy until he was pressed up against my chest.
"Come on," he finally said as he moved his cock back and forth between my tits, "push your fucking tits together around my cock. That's it. Come on, don't act as dumb as you look."
I squeezed my breasts together and he rubbed his dick up against my flesh. It did feel good and I wondered why all guys didn't fuck all girls this way. It sure felt better than the other way.
The more I squeezed my tits together, the faster Tom started to pump. His prick was sliding back and forth along my chest, and I could feel his balls pressing into my skin.
His breathing got heavier and heavier. I knew from the last time that this meant he was close to coming, and I started to massage his balls as they slid along my body.
The tip of his cock became redder and redder as he tit-fucked me. I clasped my arms around his body and pulled him even closer into me. I really was enjoying this. I was sure I now knew what sex was all about.
"Baby, when I come, you better shut your fucking eyes!" he cried as he began to hump even faster. "I'm going to shoot gallons of cum at you!"
His dick seemed to be getting longer and harder. I could almost see the blood being pumped into his dick and I felt the heat permeating through my skin.
"Get fucked, baby!" he cried. "Oh, baby, I'm gonna shoot my fucking cream! I'm gonna come, baby! Ohhhh! Oh, baby, I'm gonna come!"
His cock rocked back and forth rapidly. His balls quivered with excitement. He was going wild.
Suddenly, he screamed wildly. I felt the hot sticky sperm shooting out of his dick and jetting into my face.
"I'm coming!" he screamed. "Ohhhhhh! Get fucked! Get fucked! I'm coming! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!!"
The thick goop shot out at me. I became covered with sperm. I felt it sliding and dripping all over my face.
"Lick it up!" he cried. "Lick up my fucking cum!"
My entire face was awash in sperm. My mouth was soaking in it. It was into my hair and up my nose. I couldn't escape it. His cream was everywhere.
"Come on!" he begged. "Lick it! Drink that cream, baby!" He tried to force him sperm into my mouth. He pushed it between my lips and ordered me to swallow it.
I tried to resist. I didn't know what that substance was. He began to get really mad and started to slap my tits with his cock, telling me that he was going to tam his dick up my hole so hard it'd rip me apart if he didn't get his scum eaten.
I had no choice. I didn't want him to fuck me, and I began to lick the hot sperm.
It didn't taste so bad, and as I dipped my fingers into his cream and then licked off my fingers, I was actually pleased that he had forced me to do it.
"That's it, baby!" he cried. "That's it! Lick that goo, baby. Lick it. I'm gonna give you more of it, too. I'm going to give you so much cream that you'll drown in it!"
His cock still dripped. I didn't know how many times a guy could shoot sperm at me. I guess at that time I thought he could do it endless numbers of times.
I was now soaking wet. His cum had dripped all over me, and I felt encrusted as it began to dry.
"You look great," he said to me. "You are hereby pronounced the cum-queen."
I smiled. He seemed to be genuinely warm to me now.
He climbed off my body and undid his pants. I thought it was because he was now going to fuck me, but he put his cock back into his jeans and told me to get dressed.
"Next date I'll fuck you for sure," he said, though kindly this time. "You'll enjoy it. You won't be hurt, I promise you."
"Couldn't we do this again?" I asked. "I liked it."
"Oh, we will, we will. But we'll do everything else, too. You know, Marianne, I like you. You're the first girl I didn't fuck on the first date, and I think that I like you because of it. I'll still have something to look forward to."
I was so pleased. He was going to ask me out again! I guessed that the first date with such a popular young man was just going to be the only painful one. After this one, everything would be simply peachy.
He did fuck me on our next date, and, I might mention, it hurt like hell. It even hurt after he broke my cherry. I hurt for days. But do you know what? On our third date, he took me dancing.