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DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 3
It was past nine o’clock, and Jack was still not home. Ellen no longer cared. She was
enjoying her old girl friend’s company far too much to worry about whom her husband
was screwing now. She even was willing to consider the possibility that he might, in
fact, be working with a client. Jack was quite successful, with many big accounts.
The redhead was at the bar, pouring herself the third drink of the evening. She realized
uncomfortably that Mona was only halfway through her first. But that was Mona. She
had always been quite conservative in her personal conduct.
"Sure you wouldn’t like me to freshen up that drink of yours, Mona? It must be stale as
last week’s pee by now."
Mona laughed. The gesture made her head of short honey-blonde curls bounce. Ellen
felt a queer little tingle inside as she watched. She was only beginning to realize how
much it meant to her to have Mona here.
"It doesn’t really matter, Ellen. I don’t need any booze tonight. I’m high enough just on
having a good time with an old friend!"
Ellen sat next to Mona on the couch and put an arm around her shoulders. "It sure is
good to see you again, kid. I’d forgotten how good it was to have someone around I
could really talk to. You know what I mean? Just say the first thing that enters my head
and know it’s not going to be taken the wrong way or anything."
Mona smiled warmly at the older woman. "Yeah, I know what you mean." She added
out of a sense of duty: "Of course, we both have husbands, but it’s not really the same
thing."
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"You’re damned tootin’ it’s not the same thing." Ellen regretted her statement at once.
The booze was going to her head. She did not want to start sounding off like a crabby,
frustrated housewife in front of Mona. Not after all the ecstatic letters she had received
from Mona singing the praises of marriage and of her husband in particular. Ellen did
not want to admit her failure in the face of her friend’s obvious success.
Before the ensuing silence grew awkward, the front door opened and Jack came in. He
was carrying a large flat box in both hands. "Hi, everybody! Who’s for pizza? I brought
a large one just in case."
Ellen took Mona by the arm and led her over to her husband. "Mona, this is jack, my
dearly beloved husband." She gave him a kiss. "So you didn’t eat dinner after all!
Neither did we. We were too busy talking, Mona, are you as hungry as I am?" She
caught the embarrassed look in Mona’s eyes, and realized Jack was flashing her with
one of his high-power come-ons. She felt a quick surge of anger, but she forced it deep
inside. Obviously the bastard couldn’t help himself. He had to try for every attractive
woman he met, no matter how happily married she was.
Mona took the pizza from Jack and kicked his shin sharply "Oh, I’m sorry, darling. I
lost my balance for a minute. Come on. Let’s eat." She noticed with satisfaction that
Mona was paying little attention to Jack now. She was one beauty he wouldn’t get.
Ellen’s husband was quick. He took her signal for exactly what it was. He had to agree
with her. It wouldn’t be cool to try to seduce his wife’s best friend under his wife’s own
roof. But he was impressed. Mona had been a pretty, shy young thing in the pictures
Ellen had. But now she was a striking, full-breasted woman – far more interesting to
Jack than any teenager. It took an effort for the man to keep his eyes and thoughts off
her tits. Though he had been royally laid just an hour before, Mona made him ache to
get it up all over again.
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"How’s life back there on the west coast?" he asked Mona. He was interested to see
how she handled herself in a conversation. It intrigued him the way her eyes fled from
his like those of a cornered virgin. He was sure she wasn’t nearly as worldly or self-
confident as her appearance indicated.
"We love it." Her eyes stared clearly into his now. She had regained the initiative. "You
and Ellen will have to come out and visit us some time. Daniel and I have lots of
interesting little places we’d love to show you."
He looked at the woman with a new respect. She had handled the situation well. While
remaining all smiles and generosity, she had put him right in his place. "Yeah," he
murmured. "Yeah, we’ll have to do that. Won’t we, Ellen?"
Ellen was still grinning at Mona’s calm reply. She was so pleased with her girl friend,
she felt like getting up and hugging her. Instead she took a hearty mouthful of pizza
and smiled at her husband over a vista of black olives and sausage and tomato sauce.
When the pizza had disappeared, Jack got up and said he had a long day at the office
coming up.
"Jack likes to get up at the crack of dawn," Ellen explained. "He gets most of his work
done before the rest of the staff comes in."
"I’m impressed." Now that he wasn’t trying seduce her with his eyes, Mona could relax
and enjoy Jack. He was cool and funny and intelligent. "It’s all I can do to wake up
long enough to wave Daniel goodbye at nine."
"Morning’s the best part of the day," Jack said. "Which reminds me, Ellen, honey, Sam
Lang came by the office today and invited me to go on a hunting expedition with him
and a friend this weekend. You don’t mind, do you? I figure you girls would like some
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time alone anyway, to get reacquainted."
Ellen was temporarily angered, but let his lie pass. What did she care what Jack would
be doing all weekend? It would be fun to have some time alone with Mona, just like the
old days. "Sure, you go ahead and have a good time, baby. Mona and I have lots of
talking to do."
"Swell. Then I think I’ll take my gear along with me in the morning. Sam can pick me
up at the office and we’ll head right out. That way, we’ll get there before midnight."
"Okay, darling."
Mona was impressed by how smoothly Ellen and Jack communicated. She wished she
and Daniel could have that much understanding between them. Sometime during her
visit, she would have to ask Ellen how she managed to put together such a happy
marriage. As soon as she got up the nerve.
Friday, Ellen took Mona shopping. They didn’t return until evening. The redhead
decided to fix them something special for dinner. She served wine with the meal, and
even Mona drank two glasses of the fine cool chablis. By nine-thirty both women were
exhausted and happy.
"Listen… I’ve got an idea." Ellen had had far more wine than Mona. Her inhibitions
were down. "Seeing we’re going to be alone all weekend, why don’t you come sleep
with me? I hate sleeping alone. It’ll be just like the pajama parties back in the old days."
Mona automatically questioned the plan, but she could find nothing in it but harmless
fun. Mona, too, hated sleeping alone. And though Ellen’s home was tastefully
decorated, the guest room was bleak and sterile as most guest rooms. It would be much
nicer to share Ellen’s king size bed and her big cozy quilt.
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The blonde changed her clothes in the guest room. She was shocked when she entered
the master bedroom and found Ellen sitting naked on the bed, smoking a cigarette.
As soon as she caught the shocked look on her friend’s face, Ellen remembered how
modest Mona had been back at college. She had always slept with panties and bra
under her pajamas when they spent the night together. Obviously Mona was naked
under her nightgown, but she was still embarrassed by Ellen’s total nudity. The redhead
was surprised that marriage had not cured her friend of that kind of false modesty.
Alcohol made her frank. "Does it bother you… my being naked, Mona? Tell me if it
does. I usually sleep in the raw, but I have plenty of nightgowns, if it would make you
more comfortable."
"Oh… no… that’s okay. Don’t mind me. I still haven’t completely gotten over being
raised by Puritans. You’re very pretty, Ellen. You’ve really kept yourself in good shape."
Ellen’s forthright approach to Mona’s embarrassment had freed the younger woman of
her tension. She assessed the full round swells of Ellen’s breasts, her narrow waist and
firm flat belly with unconcealed admiration. Her own body, while still firm and shapely,
was rounder and fuller… less classic than Ellen’s.
Ellen laughed heartily. She was pleased. "You didn’t know back then that all this was
hidden under all that, did you? Neither did I. But I was sure happy when I found out."
"I bet Jack was happy too. He didn’t know his wife was going to turn into a fashion
model right before his eyes."
The remark made Ellen feel instantly depressed. She stubbed out her cigarette and
crawled under the covers. "Come on. let’s get some sleep. I’m pooped."
Ellen was an affectionate woman. She liked to cuddle close. When Mona settled in on
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her side facing away from the redhead, Ellen spooned her body around the younger
woman’s and wrapped her arms around her tight. She was surprised by the hot little
tremors of pleasure that flared in her pussy. Mona was such a warm, filing, armful. Her
lush body felt so good. "Mmm, feels nice."
Gradually Mona’s tension died away. She forgot about how unnatural it was to sleep in
the arms of another woman and let herself relax in the comforting bond of human
closeness. They went to sleep that way, cozy and innocent as two babes.
It was still dark when Ellen woke up. For a moment, she forgot whom she was holding
in her arms. She was surprised to find the full heavy tits. Then she remembered.
Curiously, the redhead’s hands worked down until they came into shocking contact
with naked skin. In sleep, Mona’s nightgown had worked up to her waist. Her slightly
rounded belly was soft and tantalizing to the touch. Ellen’s hand pulled automatically
away when she felt the abrasive grazing of pubic hair.
Much to her surprise, Mona’s hips thrust forward slightly, as though in search of the
hand. Ellen could hear her friend’s breathing, deep and regular. Obviously, she was still
asleep, though her body; seemed to hunger for more of the tender touch.
Ellen forced a fingertip into the cleft between Mona’s clenched thighs. She found the
nub of Mona’s clitoris. It was large, engorged with blood. Though asleep, Mona was
turned on!
Ellen had never tried anything like this before The wickedness of her action only made
her lust for it all the more. She circled her finger enticingly round and round the slick
swollen head of her friend’s clit. Gently, almost imperceptibly, Mona’s hips rocked
forward to meet her finger. Her thighs parted slightly, allowing the finger to slip deeper
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in the soft, hair-fringed slit.
"Mmmmm…" The sound of her friend’s voice almost scared Ellen off her perverted
course. But she realized Mona was welcoming what she was doing. She found the
spongy hole to Mona’s cunt and shoved her finger up inside. The hot damp clasp of the
other woman’s pussy made her own cunt throb with excitement. It felt like her own
pussy, yet different somehow. Smaller maybe, narrower.
Moved by equal measures of curiosity and arousal, Ellen stroked her finger gently in
and out of her friend’s pussy. She made room for Mona when she struggled to settle
onto her back. To her delight, the younger woman parted her legs farther, so it was easy
now for Ellen to keep up her lewd tantalizing stroking.
The redhead could feel her own nipples growing hard and swollen with excitement. She
brushed them against Mona’s flesh, forced her nightgown up higher so she could feel
her large naked tits. She adjusted her position slightly, straddled Mona’s body partway,
so she could rub her own tits against Mona’s.
"Mmmmmm…"
Even through the half-waking force of her passion, Ellen could detect a difference in
this moan. It was more expressive somehow, more conscious. She stopped the stroking
of her finger and lay very still, waiting for the regular breathing that would tell her she
had been wrong, that Mona was still asleep.
"Do it to me some more… please…" Mona’s voice was thick with sleep, but her arousal
was unmistakable. She ground her pussy upward slightly, begging Ellen’s hand to
resume its tantalizing ministrations.
Once she got over her shock, Ellen was only too pleased to oblige. It seemed incredible
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that a woman who was so modest about displaying her body or looking at another
should respond to quickly to a lesbian embrace. Then Ellen remembered a lesson she
had learned from her orgy experience a few years back. The quietest men and women
were often the most explosive sexually. It was as though that was the one way they
could really be themselves.
"It felt so good to be close to you, darling… I just wanted to touch you."
Ellen was surprised that her natural instinct had led her to investigate her girl friend’s
body this way. She had often fantasized making love to women, but she hadn’t
consciously realized any of her fantasies were directed toward Mona. But when she
thought about it, it all fit. The funny little tingles she had felt every time she had a
chance to study Mona’s lovely, still innocent face; her fascination with the other
woman’s big tits… probably the same instincts had been there, deeply sublimated, even
back in college.
Ellen continued to work her finger back and forth in her friend’s tight, gripping pussy.
She could feel it getting wetter in there. Mona’s thick lubricants coating her fingers
intensified Ellen’s excitement. She was bringing Mona pleasure in the most primitive
way possible.
"Does it feel good like that, Mona? What do you want, darling? I’ll do anything to
make you happy." She felt like an experienced lesbian, seducing her innocent young
friend. She had to remind herself that Mona obviously wanted this as much as she did.
One look at the gently smiling face next to hers reminded her. Mona’s eyes were closed,
but Mona was definitely not sleeping. Her hips were writhing upward now, seeking out
the invading finger.
The delicious sensations that awakened her began to arouse Mona. The young blonde
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was totally absorbed in the real life fantasy now. It was a tantalizing remake of wicked
thoughts she had entertained in her times alone. In her semi-conscious state, it was easy
for her to become as aroused as her deep-rooted sexuality would permit her to be… and
that was very aroused indeed. Mona always had her very best orgasms when she was
alone playing with herself.
This forbidden experience was like that. Her best friend’s finger stroking steadily in and
out of her wet pussy was ten times more titillating, though, than her own finger. This
time, she had the satisfaction of human contact. It was so good, so safe, lying here with
Ellen. Ellen was so kind to her. She had no big hard cock that she would force Mona to
go down on. Theirs could be a gentle, womanly love.
Her thoughts were muddled by sleep and passion. But they were convincing enough to
let Mona participate whole heartedly in this lesbian experimentation. "Oh, Ellen… it’s
good! Do it faster, darling! Oh, yes… God-d-d!" She dared to reach out and stroke her
girl friend’s tits, marveling at how hard and long her nipples were. Ellen’s responsive
groans made her own cunt seethe with desire. They were sharing this new provocative
experience. Ellen was enjoying it as much as she was. She humped her hips harder up
against the stroking hand. "Uuuuuhhh… do it to meeee!"
Mona held back nothing. She felt none of the fear and inhibitions she had been
experiencing with her husband. By accident, she had discovered a place where she could
feel warm and sheltered and secure in her sexuality. Ellen was risking as much as she
was tonight. She need have no fear of Ellen’s opinion of her later. They were partners,
equals, in their perverted game.
Swept away by the rousing fury of her friend’s excitement, Ellen worked her finger back
and forth in the spongy depths of Mona’s cunt. She sent a second finger up to join the
first, and marveled at the deep groans of pleasure that escaped from Mona’s lips.
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Now that Mona was her prisoner in passion, Ellen felt free to do something she realized
she had been wanting to do for a long time. She bent down and closed her lips over one
of the blonde’s swollen nipples. Sucking like a hungry baby, she worked her fingers
tirelessly in Mona’s pussy. She was delighted to hear the other woman’s moans grow
louder and more abandoned.
"Mmmmmm…" Ellen was total aggressor now. Her body half straddled Mona’s. Her
mouth and hands labored feverishly for the younger woman’s gratification. More than
anything, she wanted to hear the sweet sound of Mona’s orgasm. She wanted to know
she had brought her lovely friend the ultimate in fulfillment. Eyes closed, Mona rocked
her head from side to side and stroked her woman lover’s bushy red hair. She was in a
delirium of sweet compelling ecstasy that asked no questions, made no demands. Ml
she had to do was lie here and let Ellen do what she wanted to do. The result was hot
passion-waves that swept over her whole body and made her quiver with happiness. It
was going to be so easy to come, she realized. So easy. So good. "Ellen, darling, I’ve
never felt this wonderful! Never!"
Though her own cunt ached with frustrated arousal, Ellen was far too content feeling
her friend’s pussy and sucking her tit to think of complaining. First things first And
right now all she wanted to do was please Mona. Mona was such a naive, lovely
woman. She wanted to make her so happy. "Oh, Mona, darling! I’m so glad! I love you!
I love the way you feel!"
For long moments the room was alive with passionate murmurs and suggestive
writhings Dawn was beginning to filter through the curtains picking out the blonde and
red highlights in the hair of the lewdly entwined women. They paid no attention to the
sunrise. Both were too absorbed it the hot crisis at hand.
"Oh, Mona, darling… your pussy is so soft and we… I love the feel of it! I want to make
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you feel good! I want to make you come! Come for me, baby!"
Her girl friend’s urgent words started a new wave of tremors that washed over the
blonde’s body, carried her up to the threshold of orgasm. "Oh God! I’m doing it, Ellen!
I’m commming!" She squirmed wildly, working out the fury of her release. At last, her
body relaxed completely. She drifted into a deep, contented sleep.
Ellen wrapped herself possessively around her friend’s lush body and joined her in
sleep.

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DOG-LOVING WIFE – Chapter 2
Mona Freeman sat tensely in her aisle seat, trying to concentrate on her magazine. She
wasn’t having much success. One ear remained cocked for any change in the smooth
roar of the plane’s engines. At last, in desperation, she summoned a stewardess and
asked for a Scotch and water. Mona wasn’t much for drinking, but she knew that
alcohol made her relax when all else failed. She had occasionally snuck a drink before
going to bed at night, in the hopes that the release of her inhibitions would make her
into the lover her husband Daniel wanted.
Once or twice it had worked. But usually their lovemaking was more along the lines of
what had happened the other night. The night she had decided to come visit her old
friend Ellen. Maybe Ellen could help her ou… could somehow give her the advice that
would magically turn her into a sexy responsive wife to Daniel.
She remembered Ellen back in their college days. Though handicapped by buck teeth
and thick glasses and an awkward manner, Ellen had never doubted what her body was
for. Once the boys had learned how sexy she was, the redhead had never been at a loss
for a date. And her dates had never been disappointed.
Mona hadn’t been at a loss for dates either. Her pretty angelic face, her long brown
hair, her big tits – all attracted boys thicker than flies at a picnic. But she had never
been comfortable with boys when it came to sex. She knew she wanted what they could
give her, but she feared her own reactions almost as much as she feared the boys’
uncontrollable passions. It had been a relief to her when Daniel proposed. She felt that,
safe within the bounds of matrimony, she would learn to be comfortable with sex and
her husband’s big thick cock.
Things had been fine for the first couple of years. She had enjoyed sex. Their
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lovemaking sessions had never been very long, but they were intense. Mona found that
she could just lie back and by the time Daniel was ready to come, she was ready too.
Eventually she found herself wanting more, but she was afraid to ask. Afraid that
Daniel would think she was greedy… that she was a slut. So she learned to play with
herself. To seek relief at her own fingers during the day when Daniel was off at work.
Things grew more tense when Daniel started to ask her to do things that she just
couldn’t let herself do. Like sucking cock, for instance. The idea disgusted her. It
seemed… unhealthy. Though a part of her tingled with excitement when she thought
about it, her moral sense wouldn’t let her try it for real. A couple of times, she
masturbated while fantasizing that she was sucking a big hard cock. She felt horribly
guilty afterward, but the orgasms at the time were unbelievably intense. The alcohol
was having its effect. Mona had ceased to pay attention to the droning engines. Her fear
was gone, but an apprehension remained. The apprehension that she was right in the
middle of a failing marriage and that she had no idea what to do about it.
She began to think about the other nigh… the last time she and Daniel had made love.
He had gone to bed early, complaining of a hard day at the office. Mona stayed up
reading until well past midnight. She had masturbated that day, and she wasn’t
interested in any further sexual contact. She wanted to be sure her husband was asleep
before going to bed.
At last she crept stealthily into the bedroom and began to undress in the dark. The
unexpected sound of Daniel’s voice made her start with fright.
"Don’t bother with the nightgown, Mona. I want to feel your naked beside me."
The young woman froze for a moment. She felt trapped. Obviously he had been lying
awake waiting for her all this time. He wanted to make love. She couldn’t very well not
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go to bed now… after she had turned out all the lights. It would be’ too obvious. Daniel
would get angry.
Ignoring his words, she slipped her flannel nightie over her head and crawled into bed.
She sniffed noisily a couple of times. "Darn!" she murmured. "I think I’m getting a
cold. You better keep away from me, darling. You might catch it."
"I’ll risk it." His grip was as firm as his words as he pulled her to him. He grabbed at
the material of her nightgown and pulled it up over her tits. One hand closed over each
of her full heavy mounds and began to play harshly with the nipples. "Mmm, baby…
you still have the best-feeling tits around."
Mona began to squirm uncomfortably under his grasp. She really was not in the mood
to deal with Daniel tonight. She knew there would be trouble if he kept insisting.
"Please, darling… I’m not feeling too hot. Can’t we just go to sleep together… huh?" She
caressed his face and tried to bury her head against his shoulder.
"Unh-uh… not tonight. I can’t go to sleep, baby, not with this." He thrust his loins
toward her and she felt the stiff shaft of his erect cock force its way in between her legs.
She wanted to cry. She felt so frustrated and helpless.
"Please, Daniel… I don’t feel good down there… not tonight. Tomorrow!" She was
becoming more and more frightened. She could tell Daniel was in one of his reckless
moods. Those were always the times when he tried to make her do something s he
didn’t want to do. "Please…" She hated herself for sounding so weak and pitiful, trying
to plead with him. She would have preferred to be strong… strong enough to tell him to
get lost until she was in the mood for what she wanted to be in the mood for. But that
was not Mona’s way.
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His hard, fleshy cock-shaft stroked back and forth between her smooth thighs. His stiff
prick was like an ever-present reminder of the urgency of her husband’s lust. She tried
to squirm away from him, but he held her hips firmly, holding her close against him.
"Well, baby… if your little pussy’s so tired, what say we give it a rest?"
Instant relief washed over Mona. "Thank you, darling. Tomorrow, I’ll feel better…
hones…"
He seemed not to have heard her. "There’s lots of other ways a man and a wife can
have a good time together. You’ve still got a mouth, baby."
Even as she was still trying to fathom the ruthless horror of his words, his hands were
pushing her down under the covers, guiding her head toward his cock. She struggled
frantically against him. It seemed incredible to her that a man normally as mild-
mannered as Daniel could become this hard, this insensitive when it came to sex.
"No!" she shrieked. "You can’t make me do that! You can’t! Please! Leave me alone!"
Something snapped in Daniel. "Shut the fuck up, will you! Goddammit, woman! We’ve
been married eight years, and you’re still acting like a goddamned virgin! I’ve been
patient with you long enough! It’s time I got some consideration around here! Some
respect! If you loved me, you’d do this for me!" He kicked the covers back and watched
through the semi-darkness the rigid horror on his wife’s face. He held her so her mouth
was poised mere inches from his throbbing prick. For the moment, he had stopped
pushing. He would much rather she did this willingly, if possible.
Tears flowed unchecked down Mona’s cheeks as she gazed helplessly at her husband’s
blood-engorged cock. She was determined not to do this awful thing, yet at the same
time she was painfully aware of her husband’s strength and determination. The
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intensity of his passion seemed to have made him even stronger than usual. She tried to
squirm away, but it was as though her head and shoulders were trapped in a vise.
"Don’t do this to me, Daniel! Please!"
The young husband experienced guilt at the same time as his cock lurched with
increased excitement. He knew it was wrong to be aroused by his own wife’s
humiliation. But, somehow, knowing the awe in which she held his full-swollen
member only made him want to do it to her all the more.
Daniel pulled her head down… closer to his pulsing cock-head. "Suck!" he ordered her
in a voice that was an indistinguishable mixture of lust and anger. "Show me you love
me, Mona! Suck my cock!"
The bitter irony of his words only made her tears flow harder. To her, love had nothing
to do with the depraved practice of taking a man’s throbbing cock in one’s mouth and
making it come that way. That wasn’t love. That was perversion of the worst kind.
His hands forced her head do until his cock-tip was pushing against her lips. She
resisted as long as she could. But finally she had to admit she was defeated. Her jaws
relaxed, and her husband’s hard smooth cock drove deep into her throat. She wanted to
gag when he began to saw his cock i n and out of her mouth in a smooth urgent
rhythm. In her amazement and humiliation, she could do nothing but hold her lips
passively open and let him do it to her.
"Suck, I said!" The man’s eyes riveted on the lewd picture of his wife’s head poised over
his stiff prick, taking it deep inside. Darkness made the picture indistinct, but his
imagination supplied the details. He could feel her tears moistening his groin, but they
had no effect on him. He was far too preoccupied with the possibilities of that buttery
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wet mouth hovering over his dick.
"Suck it, or so help me, Mona, I’ll belt you!" He had no idea whether he meant that
threat or not. He knew only that he wanted to feel her lips tugging on him more than
he could ever remember wanting anything.
The shock value of his words had its desired effect. Helpless with shame that she could
not prevent her husband from doing this to her, Mona dosed her lips more tightly over
his prick and began to move her head up and down slightly. The way she had done in
her masturbatory fantasies.
His hands began to guide her head motions eagerly. "Jee-zuz! That’s it! That’s the way,
baby! Now you’re getting the hang of it!"
Mona knew only that there was just one way out of her predicament. To get it over
with. The sooner she cooperated, the sooner her husband would take his fat thick cock
from her mouth. She began to nibble urgently on his fleshy shaft, reminding herself
that she only wanted him to finish. But memories of her tantalizing, solitary fantasies
came back to haunt her. She began to remember how good she had felt then.
Confused and frightened, Mona worked frantically to get her husband to come. Then
he would let her alone. Then she could try to forget the lewd feelings racing through
her loins. How could she get a thrill out of being used and abused like this! Knowing
this awful thing about herself was almost worse than having her husband mistreat her
so cruelly.
Daniel was delighted by his wife’s sudden apparent enthusiasm for her lascivious task.
"Jee-zuz! Yeah! That’s the stuff! Goddamn, you’re a natural, Mona! All this time, you’ve
been a natural born cocksucker and we didn’t even know Aaaaaiiieee! Oh yeah, baby…
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work it out!"
It wouldn’t have been so bad if Mona could have convinced herself that she was only
pretending to like what she was doing. But the building dampness between her thighs
forbade her that comfort. Somehow, in some perverse way, she didn’t even understand,
she was getting a deep-rooted thrill from being treated by her own husband like some
street whore. Everything she thought she believed in cried out against her surrender.
But the evidence was there for her to feel, wet and hot between her thighs. She could
not shut it out.
Mona’s memory of events from then on was dim. She knew she had worked her head
wantonly up and down over her husband’s cock for a long time. Vaguely, she could
remember experimenting with stabbing her tongue here and sucking there, to try to
bring him over the top. They were details she did not care to remember.
One thing she would never be able to forget, though, was the way his thick hot cum
had spurted deep into her throat in jet after steaming jet. He had been holding her head
firmly, so she was unable to pull away. She had had to swallow it all. Though it had not
tasted nearly as bad as she had expected, the thought of his semen thick and heavy in
her stomach made her want to vomit even now as she thought back on it.
Mona was wrenched back to reality by a small firm hand on her shoulder. She looked
up at a smiling young stewardess.
"Fasten your seat belt, please."
"Oh, yes… of course."
"Are you all right, ma’am?" The young women was looking at Mona more carefully.
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"I’m all right." Mona managed a feeble smile. "I’ve never flown before, is all." She still
remembered how apologetic Daniel had been the next day, how he’d been trying to
make it up to her ever since with little gifts and attentions. Mona had recoiled from his
very touch. As the plane began its gradual descent, she crossed her fingers and hoped
that spending a few days with her old girl friend would help clear the air. She needed
desperately to understand herself. She couldn’t go on living with this push-pull of her
mind and senses any longer.
***
Ellen waited impatiently at arrival gate eleven. She scanned the emerging faces for a
young woman with long brown hair and a smile that belonged in a church choir. It was
only when the trim young woman with the honey-blonde hair was within a couple of
feet of her that Ellen realized she was looking at Mona Hildebrand.
"Mona! You look different!" Ellen giggled self-consciously. She felt a little overwhelmed
by the attractiveness of the well-dressed mature woman in front of her. "But I like it!
You look great! Better than in college!" She gave her friend a cozy hug. "Your boobs are
still big as ever too!" she exulted.
"Good old Ellen! You used to talk about my boobs back then too!" Mona heaved a
great sigh of relief and clung to her friend’s tall shapely form. She had been afraid she
wouldn’t find the old Ellen at all. But her redheaded friend had said exactly the right
thing to put them both at ease.
Both chattered at once as they waited for Mona’s luggage to come down the chute.
They digested little of what was said. It didn’t matter. Ten years had just lifted from
their shoulders like so many flecks of dust.
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"How did you recognize me?" Ellen asked as they headed toward the parking lot.
"Easy! You still have the friendliest smile in the crowd. Besides, where are you gonna
hide flashing red hair like that?"
"I guess you’re right." She took Mona by the arm and led her toward her stationwagon.
"This is my dog, Jet!" she announced proudly as they settled into the front seat.
Mona reached back and stroked the animal’s massive head. "Funny? You remember in
college, Ellen? You hated dogs!"
Ellen watched her driving as she eased the car from the tight space. "I’ve changed,
Mona. Despite the same old red hair, I’ve changed."
They drove in silence for a while, while each contemplated the changes. Then the
happy chatter resumed. It lasted the rest of the way home and far into the evening.

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