Rhonda giggled excitedly. "Well… I really don't want to cheat on Bill, but I don't know how to get him to do it. I guess that's the only real solution."
She reached down and patted her bare pussy. "If my bald pussy doesn't work wonders on Bill tonight, I'll just have to go out with Phil. I'll let you know in the morning."
After Tracey had left, Rhonda climbed into the shower. She giggled softly to herself as the water played over her newly-bald pussy mound. She bet that Bill would be shocked.
The effect of the water pelting down on her body began to clear her head. She blushed, remembering what she had let Tracey do to her pussy. It had been fun, though. She tossed her head defiantly. At least she knew that she wasn't really frigid, the way she'd feared. It was a waste of time feeling guilty. She hadn't really cheated on Bill. She had just let a friend do something to prove she wasn't frigid. Tracey was just a girlfriend… not a man with a cock.
Rhoda toweled off and put on her sexiest negligee. She climbed under the coven and reached for a book. She would, read until Bill came home. Then she would see what happened.
Rhonda's hands wandered restlessly under the covers. They plucked at her full titties without her even realizing it. Then they slipped down her smooth body to the soft, bare mound of her pussy.
"Mmmmmmm," she groaned, pulling the lips apart with her fingers and delving into the sweet pink softness of her newly-bald cunt. "You'd better came through tonight, Bill, or I'll just have to find someone else to play with my pretty bare pussy."
It was after midnight when Rhonda heard the car pull into the driveway. She wiggled excitedly. Any minute Bill would come into the bedroom and find her, all hot and ready for him.
"Are you still up?" Bill asked from the doorway. "I thought you'd be bushed after your first day at work."
Rhonda giggled enticingly. "Oh, I'm not tired," she said in a soft, sweet voice. "I wanted to wait up for you, honey. I thought maybe you might want a little loving tonight."
"Oh," Bill replied, thinking fast. Fucking Rhonda tonight was the last thing he wanted. He just needed some sleep before work in the morning. "Well, I'm pretty tired, honey," he said, beginning to pull off his shirt. "How about tomorrow night instead? I'm going to tale a quick shower and hop right into bed. It's been a long day."
Rhonda was still staring at the bathroom door when she heard the shower start running. She was really disappointed. She knew it wouldn't do any good to push Bill. He would just get angry if she tried to get him to fuck her now.
She gave a long, exasperated sigh. Tracey had been right. She really ought to find a lover to show her all those exciting things she dreamed about. She'd given Bill his chance and he'd blown it. If Phil Underwood asked her to go out, she'd go. Bill was an old stick in the mud and she was ready to start living.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cora Peterson was so shocked that for a moment she couldn't even move away from Phil's office door. She never would have hired that new secretary, Rhonda, if she hadn't thought that it was safe. Now Phil had invited Rhonda to go out with him and she had accepted. She just couldn't believe the amount of hanky-panky that went on in this office. It was just awful.
She walked quickly back into her office and shut the door. She flipped her roll-a-dex to Carole's number and dialed. This was one time when Carole would be glad to have lunch with her. After all, what were friends for?
Carole Underwood hung up the phone and dammed her closet doors. You're damn right she'd meet Cora for lunch! If Cora was right, this could be just what she was waiting for.
Carole knew that Phil was going out with other women. She'd suspected plenty, but maybe this time she'd be able to prove it. Then she could be free to go out and do what she wanted. She didn't want a divorce, just freedom. She wanted the same thing Phil had the freedom to go out and fuck whomever she wanted, whenever she wanted. Two could play at this game and it was time she got in on the action.
Cora left the office at two o'clock, pleading a sick headache. She had gotten the information Carole requested. She had given her Rhonda's husband's phone number and address, copied carefully from the personnel records. She hoped that there wasn't going to be any trouble. Carole had sounded a little strange when she had talked to her. Cora twisted her hands nervously. She really didn't want to cause any trouble. She liked Rhonda. She really seemed like a nice enough person, but she should know better than to play around with Phil Underwood. It would serve her right if Carole caught her.
Cora drove up in front of her apartment building and walked slowly in the entrance. She checked her mailbox and let herself in the door. Then she went straight to the kitchen and made herself a nice, big drink. She had a feeling that she was going to need it tomorrow. Phil Underwood wasn't going to get by with cheating on Carole this time, not from the determined way that Carole had sounded. She wondered why Carole had asked for Bill McGrath's telephone number. She could hardly wait until tomorrow morning to find out.
Cora's thoughts wandered back to the time when she had entered into a fling with a married man. It had been her first job, ten years ago. She could still remember that Wednesday afternoon when Pete Andrews had invited her to the bar across the street for a drink.
Cora was feeling a little tipsy. She just wasn't used to drinking so much but Pete had insisted she match him, drink for drink. She knew that she shouldn't go to his friend's apartment for that one last drink. She did anyway, though. She had been a virgin much too long and his wife would never find out. She needed that promotion be was talking about and this seemed like a sure way to get it.
"Come on, Cora," he said, smiling at her. "If you're nice to me, I'll make sure you're a personnel assistant. They always ask for my recommendation, you know."
Cora did know. Pete Andrews was consulted on every promotion and his word was law. It was certain that she would get the promotion if Pete recommended it. She sighed deeply.
"Alright, Pete," she had agreed. "Whatever you want."
Pete's hands lingered for a moment at the back of her dress. Then his fingers unzipped it smoothly. "I've been waiting for you for a long time," he moaned. "You don't know how long I've dreamed about you."
Cora couldn't help it. She felt the heat in her pussy grow and she started to cream helplessly. She wanted it just as badly as Pete did. She wanted to find out what the rest of the girls in the office were talking about. She wanted to try fucking and see how she liked it.
"I… I… I've never done this before," she whispered, blushing deep red. "I'm a virgin, Pete."
"You're joking," Pete said, laughing. "No woman over twenty-one is a virgin anymore. How old are you, Cora?"
"I… I'm twenty-five," Cora stammered. "I am a virgin, though. You'll see."
"You are serious, aren't you?" Pete replied, staring at her closely. "You really are a virgin. I'll be damned. This is going to be more fun, than I thought."
Cora blushed under his close scrutiny. Despite her outward sophistication, she was beginning to feel a little nervous.
"I… I… I hope you don't mind, Pete," she said. "I mean… it probably won't be as much fun as fucking someone who's experienced but I'm a quick learner. You just tell me what to do and I'll do it."
Pete laughed loudly. "You just relax, honey," he said, patting her an her ass. "I'll show you exactly what to do. Now just take off those clothes and we'll get down to business."
Cora let Pete finish unzipping her dress. Then she turned her back and shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor. "Unhook my bra, will you, Pete?"
Pete snapped the hooks on her bra with a practiced gesture. If Cora had any doubts about his experience, site knew better now. He had unhooked her bra with one hand. It took a lot of practice to do that.