Robert Vickers - Spread Wide Secretary

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.

Stan was still asleep when Veronica silently got out of bed, dressed and left for Acme Manufacturing. Her second day on the job. Her second day out of the house. Her second day of cheating on Stan. Veronica shivered thinking about her problems. They seemed to be insurmountable.

She still loved Stan, but the spark, the violent flare of passion that had marked their first year of marriage, had died down. It hadn't gone out. Last night had proven that to the slender blonde. But she wasn't experiencing the same sort of passion with Karl Bennet that she felt with Stan.

With Bennet, it was super. The greatest. With her very own husband, the fire had died down to a dull ember. Some heat remained, but nothing like she felt toward her new boss.

Fucking with Karl Bennet was fun.

Veronica idly moved through the day's work, hardly thinking about how dull her job really was. All Veronica thought of was Karl Bennet. And Karl Bennet's cock. But he wasn't in his office. He was in conference with Mr. Marshall and others in the middle management of the company.

Not even seeing him made Veronica tense, irritable and feeling like she was just going into her period. Every little noise made her jump, and she even snapped at Mary Ellen, which was the last thing in the world she wanted to do. The dark-haired secretary took it in stride, though, and silently left after depositing the new work for Veronica.

By five o'clock Veronica still hadn't seen Bennet. She wondered what had gone on in the meeting. It had lasted all day. Were they laying off personnel? Was she going to be canned after only two days? Was Bennet getting fired? The beautiful young woman didn't want to consider any of those options. All she really wanted to do was see Karl once more.