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CHAPTER THREE

Mitzi showered for the third time since returning home in the early hours of the morning. The drinks had worn off. The sensual desire no longer pulsed through her body. She felt guilty. She felt dirty and guilty. She had betrayed Carl. She had been unfaithful to him, without even knowing if there had been legitimate reason for her anger toward him. She had let her suspicions, her jealousy, take over. That and too much alcohol had been her downfall.

She let the cleansing spray pour over her body. Despite the heat of the shower, she still felt cold inside. She was chilled and miserable. Damn it, anyway! She was a jealous bitch. That's what she was. She was a jealous, unfaithful little bitch.

The phone call had not helped at all. Carl had called ten minutes ago. He had just closed his sale. Her husband was in the mood for a night of celebration. Since the closing details would keep him in Baltimore for another week or so he wanted her to fly to meet him. They could make a small vacation out of this weekend. He sounded excited. He talked as though he was absolutely panting for her. That made everything worse. If he had made that call yesterday she'd never have gone out last night. Twenty-four hours earlier and she would never have considered letting herself be picked up by John Acton or any other man.

Mitzi soaped her body again. It didn't work. She still felt miserable. The body that had thrilled to John's touch, to his kisses, to his marvelous cock, was disgusting to the blond. Damn her needs. She'd been a fool, a damn, silly fool.

She slipped out of the shower and toweled herself rapidly, then caressed lotion over her body. As she walked into the bedroom she caught her reflection in the mirror. She paused to look at the creamy skin, the luscious curves. There was nothing about her naked body that hinted of her evening's activity. She laughed wryly and asked herself what she expected to see. There was no reason to fear that Carl could look at her and suspect anything.

It was within herself. She would have to bury it within herself. Carl would be waiting for her this afternoon, anxious to have her in his arms, in his bed. That was what was important, she insisted. She'd be the loving, sexy wife he adored. She would forget her mistake of last night and catch her plane to the East Coast, her body tingling with anticipation.

Mitzi dressed quickly and stepped over to close her suitcase. She checked its contents, then smiled and walked over to her dresser. She pulled out her thinnest, sexiest gown and tossed it into the suitcase before closing it. She had already packed her laciest bras and her most enticing panties. She'd give Carl a hell of a weekend. When she caught the plane back to California on Monday she'd leave an aching but happy man.

Lorraine was waiting on the elevator as she walked down the hall. The voluptuous redhead turned and smiled knowingly at her.

"Kind of late getting in, weren't you?" the professional party-girl asked. "I was still up when you came in."

"How did you hear me?" Mitzi asked in confusion.

"I had stepped, out on the balcony to clear my head from the party I'd been to," her friend responded. "I happened to look down toward the street as you turned your car into the garage. Look, honey, if you're going to be hopping around like that at night you might as well pick up a few hundred for it. We could sure have used you last night."

"No thank you," Mitzi returned coldly. "I told you that I want no part of that sort of life."

"It's a damn good life," Lorraine insisted. "Besides, you never know how long a marriage will last. You've filled out almost as much as I have. You couldn't go back to modeling. This way you can earn just as much money and not have to worry about getting rid of all the new curves. Tell you what, I'll make you a partner."

"A what?" Mitzi stared at the expression on the red-haired beauty's face.

"A partner," Lorraine repeated. "Didn't I tell you? I'm director of the company now. I bought out the two men who had been running it. Now I'm in charge. I can look after the girls better this way. If a little broad only wants to be a showpiece, then I arrange the right setting for her. If she'd rather have a good fuck for a substantial tip, then I can see that she has that. You come in with me and I'll make you a partner."

"Why?" Mitzi asked. "Why would you give me half the business just like that?"

"You'd earn it," Lorraine told her. "You'd more than be worth it. Hell, honey, you could walk into offices and get the important convention contracts for us. You interested?"

"I am in that side of it," the blond admitted. "I'd be interested in a daytime job, one where I'm not expected to put out." Her mind was whirling. This side of the business interested her. She could make good money and not sit home all day going stir crazy. Maybe that would help her get over this terrible suspicion of Carl. She looked into the redhead's sparkling blue eyes and nodded.

"I have to fly to the East Coast for the weekend to meet Carl. I'll be back Monday. Can we talk about it then?"

"Sure, honey," Lorraine agreed. "You're the only person I'd ever agree to have as a partner. Give me a call when you get back and we can sit down and talk it over."

Mitzi thought about the job as she drove to the airport. She ceased to think any more about it, though, as she got involved in the confusion of getting checked in and finding the correct ramp for her flight. She didn't think about it as she flew across the country. Instead, she kept watching the young stewardesses. It had been a stewardess she had imagined Carl fucking last night. She couldn't help watching the girls, trying to imagine if Carl might pick one of these girls as a partner while he was staying in some distant city.

She fought back the suspicion as the movie ended and they began descend toward the Baltimore airport. No need to be suspicious of these girls. They would have been across the continent last night. More likely Carl would have found same regular girl friend in Baltimore. After all, he spent two or three days a week in this city. He could even have a second wife here on the opposite coast from her. Mitzi's anger began rising again until she caught herself.

She was acting like a fool again. If Carl had a girl friend, he wouldn't have called her to fly here to celebrate with him. The fact of her walking down the aisle of the big plane was all the proof she should require of her husband's faithfulness. Why did she keep torturing herself? Why was she so determined to make an ogre out of Carl? It wasn't fair to him. It wasn't fair at all.

She saw him as she stepped into the waiting lounge. His sandy hair glistened in the light, his freckled face spread into a broad grin as he spotted her. He was waiting as she came through the gate, everything about bin seeming to pulse and glow in the delight of seeing her. Mitzi ran toward him, forging her way through the passengers ahead of her. She squealed as he lifted her into the air and spun her around in his wild greeting.

"Oooooeeeee!" she laughed, smothering his face with her tits and ruffling his hair with both hands. "You act like you missed me."

"You're damn right!" he smiled as he brought her back to the floor. "You're damn right I missed you. I've missed the hell out of you."

His lips covered her mouth in a prolonged kiss as their bodies melted together. All the mistrust the blond had been feeling had vanished. She shivered in the delight of belonging to Carl, of being greeted so warmly, so passionately. There was no way he could have been messing around, not and greet her this way.

"Ohhhhh, wow!" she exclaimed as he raised his face from hers. "That's the way I like to be welcomed!"

"I've got a bigger welcome than that," he laughed, "right here in my pants."

"Show me!" she dared, then thought for a minute he was about to pull his cock out right in the middle of the terminal. She elbowed him playfully in the ribs and caught his arm. Her tit lay lushly against him as they walked toward the baggage area.

By the time he got her to the hotel she was trembling in anticipation. She stood tightly against him in the elevator and moved her hand to the tight bulge in his pants. Mitzi looked up at him, her green eyes open wide in innocence as she pressed her fingers around his shuddering cock. She let the fingers wander around the hard, throbbing mass, watching the impatient frustration that covered his face.

Carl went for her, as soon as they entered the room. He scooped her in his arms and buried his face into her tits, kissing and sucking them while he walked to the bed and fell with her onto the soft mattress. He grabbed at her body, his hands tearing her dress from her. He stripped her quickly, his breath hot and demanding as he kissed her, his cock swelling so that it threatened to burst from his pants.

Mitzi struggled from beneath her husband and began tugging at his clothes. She ripped several buttons off his shirt in her frantic attempt to get it out of the way, then loosened his belt and pulled his pants down to his knees. She pushed the shorts down against them and caught his wildly waving cock in both hands. She climbed on top of him and straddled his head while she pumped his cock and began kissing the reddened head.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed. "Damn but I've missed this big cock. My poor little pussy has been so lonely, so terribly lonely and useless."

Carl jumped in ecstasy as she sucked on the head of his cock. She pumped the skin further back along the trembling shaft before taking the knob into her mouth. One hand slipped stealthily to his balls while she began sucking on his cock in long, slow draws.

Her cunt tingled as her husband kissed along her satin thighs, moving constantly nearer the moist and excited lips. She twisted her body sexily as she sucked harder on the pecker. She pulled on it, she sucked it. She blew against it. She let it drive back into her mouth until the huge head slipped into the opening of her throat before drawing back. She teased his cock and balls until Carl was thrashing about beneath her wildly mounting passion.

His mouth reached her pussy. Mitzi gasped at the touch of his tongue on her cunt. He licked over the tingling lips, then eased inside the pussy, lapping at her clit. The blond gasped at the sparks he sent rippling through her body. She caught his head more tightly between her thighs while he licked her cunt into shuddering ecstasy.

Carl reached for her tits and began massaging them sensuously. He cupped the pulsing globes, then rolled them against her chest. He mashed them in delight and fingered the nipples until he had them hard and sparkling with passion. Mitzi rolled her shoulders to let the ripe breasts flow voluptuously in his hands. She pulsed at the touch of his fingers on the satin flesh, at the touch of his tongue inside her panting cunt.

"Mmmmmmm!" she grunted, unwilling to remove her mouth from the thrusting prick which threatened to choke her with every lunge. "Mmmmm!"

She felt the powerful throbs which shook his cock in each lustful drive. The blond pulled at his balls, tickled them, then sucked lustily on the rampaging pecker. She felt Carl's body jerk in response to the teasing. She could hear his gasp as he began to suck at her pussy. His legs closed over her, rolling her from side to side as he sucked deeply at her delirious cunt. She felt her juices flowing, oiling her cunt passage, softening her pussy lining. His cock paused for a moment, paused and trembled as it filled with a mammoth charge of cum.

He blew sharply into her pussy, sending electric shocks flashing through her, igniting her passion to a fever heat. She blew back on his cock, then let her teeth tease the huge head as she tried to suck his load out of him. She alternated sucking and blowing, never ceasing her constant pumping along the shaft nor her deliberate teasing of the balls.

Mitzi hunched her ass toward him, trying to plant her pussylips more tightly over his mouth. He tongued her, the fucked, then tongued again, then blew more sharply than before. Her climax surged inside her. Her cunt panted and shuddered in sensuous anticipation. Her tits lunged in his hands in voluptuous ecstasy. She felt her insides quaking, trembling, ready to explode.

"Damn!" he muttered, fighting free of the embrace of her thighs. "I've got to get my cock buried in that pussy fast. Damn if you haven't got me ready to unload!"

He was a maniac as he spun her about in the bed and pounced on tap of hey. He rammed his cock into her and began tearing at her tender pussy. He fucked her roughly, frantically. His hands pulled and mashed her tits. He dropped his mouth over hers and tongued through her mouth, then sucked the breath from her. Mitzi shuddered into a quivering helplessness as he fucked her deeply and lustfully. She lay back gasping and shaking as his cock built to its peak. She lay in a dazed state, needing only the first heat of his cum against her pussy walls to erupt into a wild and frenzied orgasm.

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, her body yielding totally to his fucking, to his caresses, to his driving, conquering cock. "Mmmmmm."

She felt him pause, his cock suspended for a moment as its charge mounted beyond his ability to control it. The cock quivered a moment, then spurted the jism into her. Mitzi shook at the force of the charge, then trembled from the answering ferocity of her own glowing climax. Her cum enveloped his cock. Her pussy walls shimmered along the glorious shaft. She met his lust with a frantic passion of her own.

"Ooooooeeeee!" she squealed. "That's it! Fuck me, Carl! Fuck me, baby! Nobody can fuck like you! Ooooooo, let me have it! Eeeeeeeee!"

She submitted to the final lunges of his cock. She took the full limit of his orgasm. She lay beneath him, happy and fulfilled. She had done it. Damn right, she had done it. Carl would never guess that she'd been in another man's bed less than twenty-four hours ago. She had been foolish to mistrust him. She had been stupid, but she had covered. That was over. She was Carl's woman, his only woman. That was enough for Mitzi.

They lay together for half an hour, slowly and softly caressing. They kissed and cuddled. Mitzi nestled against him and let her tits roll against his wide chest. She reached across him and held his limp but still-swollen cock as she sighed deeply in happiness. This was the way it should be with them. This was the way they had started the night he took her to his room after they had met in the small bar. They should keep it like this forever.

"Hungry?" he asked after he had dozed for a few minutes.

"Your old pecker ready for mom?" she laughed, giving his prick a loving squeeze.

"I meant dinner," Carl laughed. "We have to keep up our strength for all the fucking ahead of us this weekend."

"Chicken!" she teased, then slowly rolled to the side of the bed.

The blond slowly walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower, then slipped into her most seductive cocktail dress. Carl was waiting, impressed with her beauty, anxious to show her off pound the hotel where he spent so many evenings during the week.

He suggested a few drinks before dinner and led the stunning blond into the small hotel bar. They walked through the dimly lit bar to a small booth along the wall. Mitzi smiled softly and contentedly as the waitress came over for their orders. She watched the attractive little brunette smile warmly at Carl, then give her a thorough eyeing.

The blond smiled up warmly at the little brunette, then watched her walk to the bar to get their drinks. Nicer legs and ass. Mitzi had to admit that. The little girl had an awfully cute little body. Her eyes had been rather bright and seductive, too.

The waitress had been, Mitzi realized, about to speak to Carl when she discovered he had a companion. She was about to greet him warmly.

The blond began to feel anger rising inside her, then fought it back. She wasn't going to go through that again. Thoughts like that had gotten her in enough trouble. Why shouldn't the waitress know Carl. He stayed here one or two days a week, had for the last few months while he worked on the big contract he had just closed. It should be expected that the employees of the hotel would know him. Wasn't that why he wanted to show her off? He was proud of her. Mitzi began scolding herself for letting her weakness get the better of her once again.

She smiled warmly across the table at Carl. He reached over and took her hand, squeezing it affectionately. Mitzi let her fingers twine among his sensuously. She slipped her leg beneath the table and let it rub along his. She saw the warmth in his eyes and leaned back in contentment, thrusting her tits out.

"Wondered where you were today," the brunette told Carl as she returned with their drinks. "I figured you'd be by eventually, though."

"Anna," Carl smiled, looking up at the brunette. "This is my wife."

The girl looked at him with a frozen stare for a moment. Then she looked over at Mitzi. She set the blond's drink down in front of her, then lifted Carl's drink and poured it slowly over the top of his head. When the glass was empty she sat it in front of him and whirled. Her saucy little ass swung defiantly as she walked away.

Mitzi watched the swinging ass, then looked at the expression on her husband's face. She started to flare, then calmed herself. She lifted her drink deliberately and poured it over Carl's head just as the brunette had done. Then she slowly rose and walked out of the bar. She swung her ass just as jauntily as the brunette had. She stuck her tits out even more proudly.