Hank Borden: Some wives will

Then Mia began thrusting her ass up onto his prick. She thrust steadily, playing the role of ball-buster. The room filled with flesh-slapping noises that grew louder and louder by the minute.

His prick delved deep inside her asshole, churning her shitter juices into a soupy froth. Soon, squishing noises mingled with flesh slapping noises to create quite a concert.

"Aagh!" her lover howled at last. "Your tight ass is taking me over the edge! I can't hold back any longer! I'm coming!"

She bore his weight as he blew wad after wad of burning jizz into her asshole, coating her asshole walls thoroughly. Then, with cum oozing down her asscrack, she herself came and soaked the mattress with her cunt-juices.

"Ohhhhh!" she cried, spasming all over. "I'm coming again!"

After long moments of spasming and sighing and moaning, they rolled apart and lay still. Mia couldn't have been happier.

"What the fuck do you mean by moving out of our bedroom without even discussing the matter first!" Bob loosened his tie as his face reddened.

"There was nothing to discuss, Bob. I simply wanted my own bedroom, that's all. It's not as if I'm moving out of the house."

They were sitting at the kitchen table, eating liver and rice. The delivery man had long since gone. Bob had just come home from work, only to discover that his wife's clothes and bedroom furniture were now in another room. Mia had never seen him so angry.

"But why do you want your own bedroom? What's wrong with sharing one with me?"

"Let's just say that I need more freedom. I've been too confined lately. You have to give me room to breathe."

"And you have to give me some pussy. How do I get it now?"

"You don't," she said, buttering her bread. "There's more to a marriage than sex, don't you agree?"

"Hell no!" he shouted, spilling a forkful of rice. "We haven't fucked in I don't know how long. You're never in the mood, anymore. Is there something wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Mia carefully chewed and swallowed a small chunk of liver.

"There's nothing wrong with me that a little peace and quiet won't cure. In my own bedroom I'm sure to have them. You'll just have to accept the situation, Bob. My mind is made up."

"I don't have to accept shit!" he shouted, spilling rice in his lap. "I pay the bills around here, not you."

"You may pay the bills, but you don't own me. I'm my own woman. I haven't been bought and paid for."

"Fuck all that women's lib crap! You're my wife, dammit! We're supposed to sleep together. And we will!"

"No, we won't! I have my own bedroom, and I'm going to keep it. And that's that!" Mia swallowed another chunk of liver then washed it down with a sip of iced tea.

"That's that, my ass! If you want your own bed and all those obscene clothes and underthings, you're going to have to pay for them yourself. I'm not paying for them." Bob then gulped down the last of his liver, leaned back in his chair, folded his arms, and stared at Mia as if he had won the argument.

"All right, if that's the way you want it, I'll pay for those things myself. I don't care." She finished her rice nonchalantly.

"How will you pay for them? You have no money." He lifted his glass of iced tea, drank heartily, then set it back down with a smile. "No, I'm afraid you'll have to return everything. Pronto." His smile lingered.

"The hell I will," she said, anger rising within her. "I won't return a damn thing. And you can't make me. I'll get a job and earn the money."

"A job?" he asked, chuckling. "Doing what?"

"Don't worry about it, I'll find something."

"What will you do? You have no skills."

"I have friends who'll help me find work."

"Oh, yeah, what friends?"

"None of your damned business! Now go to hell!" Mia jumped up from the table and raced upstairs to her bedroom, slaming the door behind her. Then she threw herself on the bed and wept into her pillow.

Like a small child she cried herself to sleep, but she awoke in the middle of the night, changed into a sheer blue nightie, and crawled beneath the covers. She remembered the card Loni placed in her purse; it was still there. In the morning she would contact the woman and seek assistance in finding a job. Surely Loni would help her.

Mia was all smiles as she stepped off the elevator and walked down the hallway toward Loni's downtown office. During their telephone conversation earlier that morning, Loni had expressed great pleasure at hearing from Mia again. Loni had even invited the young wife to her office for a late morning appointment, at which time they could discuss the possibility of a job in greater detail. Mia didn't hesitate to accept the invitation, and she couldn't wait to see the raven-haired beauty.

As she approached the glass door to Loni's office, Mia took time to study her reflection. Her long yellow hair reached halfway down her back. Her blue eyes and thin lips and rosy cheeks were made up just right. The sheer pink blouse she wore did little to conceal her revealing black bra while her very brief black panties and her black garter and the tops of her black stockings could easily be seen trough her sheer beige skirt. Yes, Mia was feeling rather sexy as she sauntered up to her friend's office door in her new black heels.

Mia entered without knocking, as the sign on the door commanded. A petite blonde in a short-sleeved white dress looked up from the stack of papers on her desk and smiled.

"Good morning. May I help you?"

"Yes, I'm Mia. I believe Loni is expecting me."

"She sure is, right through this door. Go on in." The receptionist pointed to a closed door just beyond her desk, and she watched Mia closely as the young wife walked by.

"I hope I'm not disturbing her," Mia said, exchanging smiles with the little blonde.

"Don't be silly, Loni would drop anything for you." The young receptionist then winked slyly at Mia, as if the two of them shared some dark secret. "Especially her panties." The little blonde looked Mia up and down, devouring Mia's supple flesh with her hungry eyes.

Mia started to say something, refrained, and continued on to the door, her step now a bit unsteady. So, the little bitch obviously knew about Mia and Loni.

Mia opened the door, entered the main office, and closed the door behind her, thus putting the receptionist out of sight and mind.

"Why don't you lock it," Loni said, rising from her chair. "Then you and I can talk in private."

Mia did so happily, then watched as Loni came out from behind her desk and crossed the room. The tall shapely brunette walked gracefully in her heels and stockings, while the blue dress she wore clung to her many curves. The woman's long hair flowed lazily down her back, and the neckline of her dress plunged deeply down her front. Mia found herself staring at Loni's tittops as the woman drew nearer.

"So happy to see you again," Loni said, taking Mia's hand. "I had a feeling you'd call sooner or later. I'm glad it was sooner."

"That crazy husband of mine," Mia said. "He insisted that I pay for all the new things I've been buying lately. So now I need a job, and I was hoping you could help."

"I may be able to. Come, let's sit on the sofa and talk." Loni led Mia by the hand to a long red velvety sofa, and the two of them sank down into it, side by side. "There now, isn't this comfy? This sofa's almost like a bed."

"Damn my husband!" Mia said, slamming her fist down upon her knee. "He's to blame for everything."

"No doubt he is," Loni said. "Most men aren't worth a fuck. But let's not think of men now. Let's think only of us and what we mean to each other." Loni inched closer, so that her thigh was pressing against Mia's. "And I must tell you, Mia, you mean an awful lot to me. You really do." Loni then began nibbling on the young wife's ear, and as she did so she reached her hand beneath Mia's skirt and began caressing the woman's thigh.