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Chapter 7

Veronica didn't get home till late. She had hung around the office long after Karl Bennet had left. She needed the time and peace to think.

What was she going to tell Stan? There didn't seem to be anything she could say. She felt guilty, damned guilty, over loving the feel of Bennet's cock racing in and out of her wet pussy that morning and then later when she had confronted him with the knowledge he and Mary Ellen had been fucking. In all fairness, Bennet probably wouldn't have fucked her a second time that day without Veronica blackmailing him, but he had fucked her again. And it was exactly what she'd wanted from the man.

She wanted to keep this job, not only because of the independence it gave her from Stan, but because of the sexual possibilities opening up for her.

The beautiful blonde wanted to cheat on her husband. She wanted more cock from Karl Bennet. She wanted what he was giving his secretary, Mary Ellen.

Veronica sighed and thought about the hot and torrid scene she'd witnessed in Bennet's office earlier. He had been really fucking Mary Ellen. And the dark-haired secretary had loved every second of it – every inch of the man's long, hot hard prick. Veronica sighed at the memory of spying and how it had turned her on. And how she'd gotten so hot when Bennet had fucked her again. But there were problems. She was married. This was adultery. She had to tell Stan.

But how?

No easy answer came to Veronica. She silently closed the drawer on her desk, then went home.

As she drove up her driveway and killed the engine, she saw the single light on in their bedroom. It was almost ten o'clock. And she hadn't called. What would Stan think? What would he say? She didn't know if she could face him or not.

Veronica quickly went in the back door and kicked off her shoes to pad on silent, stockinged feet to her bedroom. She opened the door and peered into the gloom.

Stan had turned off the light when he'd heard her coming in.

She silently closed the door. Stan turned and saw her climbing out of her dress. He gasped, then swallowed hard. He knew what she wanted to do. And from the way his crotch was swelling, there wasn't any way of hiding the fact that he wanted it, too.

Veronica hated herself for taking this way out. But if she let Stan fuck her, then she didn't have to answer any questions.

When Veronica got out of her tattered panties, Stan's cock was hard as a rock. His balls churned and boiled in their furry little sac. Like a pressure cooker, his balls began to build up steam until he wanted to scream for release.

"Go ahead, Stan. Out of your clothes, too," she said quietly.

Her husband had been lying on the bed fully dressed.

Standing outlined against the light coming in through the drapes, Veronica posed a lovely figure of nakedness for her husband. When she turned sideways, he saw the bold thrust of her nipples, the firmness of her tits, the rounded curves of her flaring ass. With a drive as old as man, Stan suddenly knew he wanted to fuck rather than ask questions about where she'd been for hours and hours.

Stan fumbled clumsily out of his clothes. Eventually, he managed to get them all off and dumped in a pile on the floor. His cock bounced and quivered in front of his slim body. He wasn't exactly sure of himself, but he knew he wanted whatever Veronica had to offer.

It had been a long time since she'd initiated a fucking.

"Just lie back on the bed, Stan. Good. Now I'm going to suck on your cock and you just do whatever seems natural. Okay?"

"Veronica -" he started, then cut off his comment. Let her do what she wanted. He'd wait and enjoy.

He lay back on the bed, his legs spread slightly. Veronica straddled his body, her cunt pleasantly near his face. When she leaned forward, her tits rubbed across his belly. But it was her mouth on his hard prick that filled Stan with delicious sensations.

He didn't really know what to do but moan out his delight. The wet mouth surrounding his cock gave him such intense pleasure he had to fight down his come. His wife was giving him a hot blowjob!

Veronica rocked back and forth, rubbing her nipples against her husband's body. She felt the blood pounding into the tips of her tits until they felt like overinflated balloons. She was sure they'd pop at any instant.

But it was Stan's cock in her mouth that turned her on, made her cunt begin to turn liquid. Veronica pursed her lips into an O and slowly sucked in his hard prick. Stan's cock wasn't as long as Karl's, but it was handy. That counted a lot toward removing some of the incredibly horniness she felt inside.

The slender girl took in Stan's cock one inch at a time. She sucked until just the purpled hood of his cock rested inside her lips. Then the beautiful blonde began wiggling her tongue along the underside of his hard prick. Stan moaned and bucked his hips, trying to cram his entire fuck stick into her mouth. She didn't allow that to happen. She was going to give head in her own way. Veronica didn't feel very tolerant toward letting Stan have his own way. Not right now. She had to work off some of her frustration, tension and worry first.

Her tongue raced lightly around the edge of his cock. Then she tried to ram her tongue down the tiny prick hole at the end of his cock. It wasn't possible for her to get her wet, agile tongue down it and both of them knew it. But trying gave them both arousing sensations unlike anything else she could do.

When Veronica was sure she'd covered every square inch of his cocktip, she gradually sucked in another inch of hard prick into her mouth. Her tongue rolled and twisted around the two inches of cock she held in her mouth. Then she sucked in a third inch. The fourth inch carried her almost all the way to her husband's balls.

With her nose lightly resting on his nuts, Veronica guessed at how aroused Stan was. Sure, he was groaning and his hips humped all over the bed, but she actually felt the churning in his balls when her nose pressed firmly forward.

The slender girl pushed his cock from her mouth using her tongue. She let her teeth lightly score the sides of his cockshaft. The blonde knew that her husband's control was approaching its limit. He had obviously been ready for her to get him aroused this fast. He wasn't pacing himself properly; he was excited about her taking the initiative.

"What do you think of this?" she asked when his cock was entirely out of her mouth.

"It's just great. Wow, it feels like my whole prick's on fire. It's a good fire, though. And it feels so tense inside me. I -"

"You don't have to explain it to me, Stan. Just relax and stay cool and enjoy this for all it's worth."

The beautiful blonde dived back down to suck and tongue her husband's cock. His cock had begun to twitch wildly until she knew it wasn't going to be possible for the man to keep his passion bottled up much longer.

The bitter drop of pre-come fluid beading at the tip of Stan's hard prick was quickly snared by her darting tongue. She waited for the tasty flood of jism that was sure to follow.

She didn't have long to wait. As her tongue caressed and stroked the triangular flap of skin under the head of his cock, the first load of his come fountained out. It splashed against her nostrils. Veronica was quick to push her tongue firmly down on the tip of his spewing cock.

Each shot of jism smeared itself over her tastebuds. She relished the taste of his come more than any other.

It was like a gourmet treat for the young blonde. She smeared the gooey stuff all over her mouth and kept sucking at the same time. Stan moaned and shoved his hips upward in an attempt to face-fuck her. Veronica didn't much care. Let her husband get his pleasure. She was getting a large charge out of this herself.

All too soon, the tempest raging in the man's body quieted down. Stan was happy, but an emptiness had come into Veronica's now-oozing cunt.

She needed something in it. A cock would have been nice, but Stan's prick was now out of the question, at least for awhile. And he'd be wanting to ask a lot of questions that she still didn't have good answers for.

"Stan! Use your tongue on me. Suck on my cunt! Suck my wet pussy! Put your mouth on my pussy and lap up all the fuck sauce you can!"

The man eagerly looked at the furry pussy so close to his face. Her sexual insistence was something totally new to him. But if the lovely woman said to do it, he'd have to try to please her. If he could give her even half the enjoyment she'd just given him, she ought to be happy.

He strained slightly until Veronica slid down a bit on the bed. He felt her hands on his legs, her tits on his thighs. But it was her cunt in front of his face that was the center of his attention. He watched in fascination as the pinkly scalloped inner cunt lips quivered in anticipation. Tiny beads of fuck juice seeped out of the clam-like opening.

Stan's tongue flashed out. He lightly touched the puckered crease that ran between the beautiful blonde's sleek legs. Veronica sighed, then urged him on. Stan shot his tongue squarely between her pussy lips.

So many things happened so fast that Stan was unable to sort them all out. Veronica groaned and clamped her thighs firmly around his ears.

His lips and chin took the full load of her cunt juices. And so did his tongue. He tasted the fine elixir of woman, the ultimate in erotic tastes.

He rolled his tongue around in Veronica's quivering cunt, savoring the flavor. At first, he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. Veronica wasn't normally like this. Then, after a long, rough-tongued trip the length of her pussy, he was positive he did like it. It was a long time since she'd been this turned on by sex. That thought aroused him again. He suddenly couldn't get enough. His tongue flashed out repeatedly.

His tongue touched every delicate spot along Veronica's wet pussy. She was almost driven insane with the sensations smashing into her body.

Each time Stan's tongue dived into her cunt, she thought she'd faint in reaction. As he dragged his rough tongue along her cunt lips, it sent tingles of electricity volting into her tender young body. It was as if she were being touched by live wires.

When her husband's tongue swirled around her clit, Veronica came. She had intended to build up the divine sexual tensions in her belly as much as possible, then release it all in one huge orgasm. But Stan's driving, delving tongue wasn't going to let her do that. He used his tongue to the best advantage.

Veronica soared on the winds of ecstasy. Her body was locked in an orgasm for what seemed like an eternity of delight to her. But then she floated back down to the reality of her tension-filled surroundings.

She eased the tension in her legs and released Stan's head. She hoped she hadn't suffocated him during her climax.

"Wow, I could barely breathe!" he gasped out. "And it was great. Let's do it again!"

"Stan, please -" she started. Then she held back her comments. She didn't know what she wanted. She didn't know what she was going to do.

She couldn't bring herself to even tell Stan that she had gotten a job, much less that she'd found a man who gave her pleasure he hadn't in the past year of their marriage. Even after tonight, when she'd been hot and horny for Karl Bennet's cock and had given herself to Stan, it hadn't been the same.

Bennet excited her. Mr. Marshall excited her. Stan didn't.

But in a weird, odd way, Veronica knew she still loved her husband.

Hurting him was the last thing in the world she wanted to do. The way out of it, though, seemed impossible.

"Then fuck me, Stan," she said. She knew fucking would keep him happy and his mind occupied. And maybe after he'd finished, he'd roll over and fall asleep and not want to talk. Veronica knew she'd be up and gone before Stan woke up in the morning.

Another day at Acme Manufacturing might decide for her the best way of breaking the news to her husband. She hoped.