Wife in training

CHAPTER ONE

She did hate the old bastard. Myrna told herself that if Bernie Perkins wasn't her boss she wouldn't stoop to spit on him. Let alone do what she was doing now.

But she did have this cushy little job as his secretary and she was not about to throw it away. She did what he wanted and when he wanted it. She entertained him.

Now she was sitting in his office without her dress. Bernie knew she had a husband, but of course Bernie didn't care about that. The old bastard liked his fun. He liked her in undies.

She wore white today, a white bra and a white garter belt and white panties without a crotch so that her dark hairy pussy showed in the slit. She wore beige nylons and white high-heeled sandals, and Bernie's eyes were so hot she thought he'd float up to the ceiling at any moment.

She knew what she did to him. She sat in a chair facing Bernie and she had her right leg raised, her right foot resting on her left knee, her legs wide open so that Bernie could see the slit in the crotch of her panties.

The right cup of her bra was pulled down to show nearly all of her right tit. She touched her tit now, just a light touch with her fingertips on the point of her nipple. She looked at Bernie and smiled as she wagged her nipple back and forth.

If her husband Neal knew what she was doing, he would certainly kill her. Neal had no idea that she sometimes dressed like this, in a garter belt and stockings and crotchless panties. She always put them on only after she reached the office. Neal never saw her in anything but pantyhose. The modest housewife with her little part-time job as a secretary. Well, if she had to work, she didn't want anything but this. Old Bernie never put any pressure on her and the pay was good. So what if she had to entertain him once in a while.

Her real fear was that one of these days Bernie's heart would give out while she was doing her thing for him. The old fuck. Go on, look at my cunt, she taught. You rat prick, think about sucking it.

That's what he would do when he was ready. He never fucked her. All he did was suck her pussy while she was wearing a garter belt and nylons and crotchless panties. He said that was what turned him on and that was all he wanted to do.

She didn't mind getting the old bastard's tongue in her cunt. He didn't get to fuck her but she got to keep her comfortable little job.

She put her leg down now. But she kept her knees wide apart to show him what he wanted to see. She ran her hands along the insides of her thighs to tease him. Her fingers got close to her pussy but she didn't touch it.

She smiled at him. "What'll it be today, Mr. Perkins? Are we finished now or do you want something else?"

The old man licked his lips. "Your husband is a lucky fellow, Myrna."

"Yes, I guess he is, isn't he?"

"Pull your pussy-lips out a little. Those are new panties, aren't they? The crotch is a little tight and I can't see too much through the slit."

"Like this?"

"Yes, that's much better."

She had her hairy cuntlips pulled out through the slit now so he could see them. She pulled them apart at the top to show him her clit. The old fuck always started drooling when she had her clit out. She pulled at the hood of her clit to get the pink little knob nosing out in the air, and sure enough she heard him groaning as he looked at it.

It wasn't long before he was eating her cunt. She stood with her ass against the desk and her legs apart. She had her bra off now, her tits dangling over his bead as she bent her neck to look down at him.

He had such a long tongue. She remembered she once read that older men were usually good at sucking. Well, Bernie was good, all right. She didn't like fucking that much, but she liked a tongue on her clit. She liked it when the man was down on his knees like Bernie.

Neal never sucked her pussy because and she wouldn't suck his cock. Well, fuck Neal. And fuck Bernie, too. She did it only to keep her job.

Bernie's tongue licked slowly up and down her pussy. He never rushed it. He always acted like he wanted it to last forever.

He kept stroking her nylon-covered legs with his hands. She was always amused at the way he liked to see her in a garter belt and nylons. Men were so easy to turn on if a girl knew what they wanted.

She suddenly wished she could piss on Bernie's face. How nice it would be to piss on the old bastard's face. Or on anyone's face. She hoped he was getting a good whiff of her cunt. Go on, smell it, you old fuck.

She held her right tit now. She rolled her nipple with her fingers as she watched him suck her snatch.

Then he looked up at her, his tongue still in her pussy. She smiled down at him and rolled her eyes to feign excitement. She told him he was a marvelous lover. "You really do it for me, Mr. Perkins."

He pulled his tongue out of her cunt and said he hoped she didn't mind that he didn't fuck her. "I don't even do it to my wife any more."

Myrna batted her eyes at his. "Oh, I don't mind. I'd love it if you did, but this is just as good."

He said he was crazy about her pussy. His eyes glittered as he rubbed her legs with his hands. She could see signs of her cuntjuice on his lips and chin. What a horny old fuck he was.

Then he buried his face in her snatch again. She spread her legs wider this time. She rubbed his bald head as he worked his tongue in her gash. She humped her pussy at his face and told herself well, all right, you'll make it today, you'll get your buzzer off. She pushed her clit at his nose, rubbing her little knob against his pointed beak.

She moaned as she came. She told herself maybe next week she would ask him for a raise. In the meantime she had her goodies. She looked down at his face as he continued lapping her. Her pussy was flooded with cuntjuice now and she had a yen to see it on his tongue. The old bastard loved it. He sucked at the slime pouring out of her gaping cunthole. Now she could see it. A froth of white around his lips. Oh yes, she liked that. Go on, suck it, you old fart. Suck the goodies out of my snatch.

He fell away from her finally. He did what he always did. He unzipped his fly and brought his prick out and then jerked himself off into a large white handkerchief while she watching him. As always, he came quickly and groaned as he tossed the handkerchief into the waste basket. Myrna blew him a kiss and carried her clothes into his private john to get dressed.

The sun was still shining when she arrived home. She found a message from Neal on the answer machine telling her he wouldn't be home until seven. She made herself a drink and relaxed. Or she tried to relax. Whenever old man Perkins did his thing with her, it always made her restless.

Now she sat there on the recliner in the living room with the sun shining through the blinds and her fingers toying with her pussy through the nylon crotch of her pantyhose. She wasn't sure why she was doing it, but she was doing it, all right.

She had her skirt off. Her silk blouse was still on, but unbuttoned in front and pulled away to expose her bare tits. She hadn't put her bra back on after leaving Perkins' office because she liked her tits free and it was almost time to go home.

Below the blouse, she wore nothing but the pantyhose, and now she pulled at the waistband and peeled the nylon off her legs and tossed it away. She draped her left forearm across her body under her tits and slid her right hand down between her thighs with her finger in her gash.

She gasped and turned her head to the side as she touched her clit. Her eyes closed, she slowly rubbed her pussy.

She hated doing it. She always told herself she hated sex, but she couldn't help rubbing herself off when she was too restless.

She always became so wet and messy and she hated having her pussy like that. Of course it was different when old Perkins was sucking her, because then she had the satisfaction of having him sucking her cuntjuice in his mouth. What a freaky old bastard he was, the way he sucked the slime out of her pussy.

Sometimes Neal was annoyed when he wanted to fuck her and he found her cunt dry. But she couldn't help it if she didn't like fucking. That was the way she was and he ought to know it by now.

Her fingers kept moving in her cunt. Her legs were spread wide apart, her right leg extended and her left leg raised and moved to the side. She could feel the sun on her open cunt. She kept her eyes closed. She never liked looking at her pussy when she did it. She disliked seeing the juice glistening on her fingers.

Suddenly she thought maybe the blinds weren't draw enough and maybe someone could see her.

But she was too tired to get up now. She was too close. She rubbed her cunt faster, one finger on the shaft of her clit. She told herself Neal would die of shock if he ever saw her like this.

Then she was coming. Oh God, it's here, oh God yes!

She quivered and moaned as she made it. She kept rubbing her cunt, her fingers working frantically in her pussy to finish it off. Her legs opened and closed, and then at the end she groaned again and closed her legs on her hand and went limp.

After a few moments she tossed the blouse away and she walked naked to the bathroom adjoining the master bedroom. She stood there in front of the mirror and sighed as she looked at herself. Hello, Myrna, you're not so happy, are you? She gazed at her tits. Neal was crazy about her nipples because they were so long. He always said she had the most beautiful nipples he'd ever seen. She liked her tits, but she hated it when Neal got turned on. When he got turned on, he always wanted to fuck her and that was what she hated.

She stood there in the bathroom thinking about him, her eyes on her nipples, the two dark spikes sticking out from the ends of her tits and still stiff from the climax she'd had downstairs. She touched one nipple now, then pulled her finger away. No, don't start again, you stupid little girl.

She thought about Neal. How nice marriage would be without sex. Then she touched one of her tits again and pulled at the nipple with her fingers. Yes, her nipples were really long. She remembered a girl in high school who made fun of her because of her long nipples. The stupid little bitch. She never really liked anyone in high school.

I don't want it again, she thought. She didn't want it with her fingers and she didn't want it with Neal. Still feeling sorry for herself, she sat down on the toilet and started pissing. She pushed down on the top of her cunt mound as she pissed. It always felt good when she did that. Just a little massage of her cuntbush couldn't be so terrible.

Then the piss was finished and she stopped. She wiped her pussy and flushed the toilet, and then she walked out of the bathroom wondering when Neal would get home and what kind of mood he'd be in.

What Neal was in the mood for that evening was fucking. As soon as the evening news was finished, he had her on the sofa.

"You won't admit you like it," he said. "What a crazy bitch you are."

But she hated it. And at that moment she hated him too. She felt as though he was crushing her. He had her on her back, his chest pressing against the underside of her right thigh and the back of her knee. He had the knee pressed back all the way, almost touching her chin.

He pounded her cunt, driving his cock in and out. She didn't want to look at his face. She kept her head turned to the side so she wouldn't see his face as he fucked her. She hated looking at him when he fucked her.

His balls kept slapping against her asscrack as his cock rammed in and out of her cunt. She saw it once. He made her look at it in a mirror. He forced her to look at his cock as he fucked it in and out of her cunt. He said she had to look at it because she had to learn about sex.

Thank God that was all passed. These days he just fucked her when he felt like it without trying to teach her anything. He gave up teaching her a long time ago.

His cock felt so huge in her cunt now. She prayed he would come soon and be finished with her. He was such an animal when he was like this. She thought of old man Perkins and how he'd sucked her pussy that afternoon. At least with the old bastard she had him on his knees. What did she have with her husband except him pounding at her like she was a rag doll.

Neal suddenly pulled out of her cunt, his cock pink and throbbing as it dangled over her belly. "Let's go to the bedroom. I'm breaking my back here."

"Well, then maybe you ought to stop."

Now he sounded angry. "In the bedroom, Myrna!"

So she went to the bedroom with him. When they arrived there, he stretched out on the bed and he told her to get on top of him. He wanted her to ride him. He said she could do the work.

She was naked now, her tits jiggling as she moved. All right, she would do it. She climbed over him, straddled his hips and stuffed his cock inside her cunt. She hated this position because his cock went so deep if he had a strong hard-on.

She started moving on him. He fondled her ass and told her she was doing fine. "You know how to fuck when you want to."

She knew why he liked this position. It was because of the mirror on the closet door in front of the bed. If he looked over her shoulder, he could see her ass moving up and down. He could probably see everything she had, her ass and cunt, her cunthole sliding up and down on his cock.

She felt the wetness. She was dripping cuntjuice on his cock and balls. She hated him for making her do this with the lights on. They're all the same, she thought. Old man Perkins got his rocks off sucking her pussy and her husband got his rocks off fucking it. All they wanted from her was that hole she had down there, that dark hairy hole between her legs. The rotten bastards.

Then she told herself maybe Neal wasn't that bad. She did love him when he wasn't fucking her. When he treated her like this, she hated him.

Well, at least she had her shoes off. Sometimes he made her parade around the house wearing nothing but a pair of high heels. He said he was crazy about her legs. Like old Perkins. She couldn't blame them. She did have good legs.

Neal's prick was so long and hard, it kept pushing at her insides each time she came down on it.

Now he sot one of her tits in his mouth and his teeth closed around her nipple and pulled on it. She heard him making noises in his throat. She wanted him to finish with her. Tomorrow morning he was leaving on a business trip and she'd be rid of him for a few weeks. She wished she could be rid of him now. She hated the way he squeezed and pinched her ass when he fucked her. Sometimes he talked about fucking her ass, but she would never allow it. Not that. She'd never take a cock in there. She even hated it in her mouth.

Now he squeezed her ass again, humping up at her. He was close. He was about to come. She could tell he was about to blast off and she was grateful for it.

Go on, make it, she thought.

God, how she hated it.

Then he was grunting and groaning and a moment later she felt his jism oozing out of the mouth of her cunthole as he shot off.

She kept bouncing her ass up and down as long as he wanted her to, and then she fell away to the side and she buried her head in a pillow.