'And she was… was… ' Doris floundered a moment, 'well, she was doing it to you with her… her mouth!'
'So what?' Arthur was furious at being discovered. 'That's the way she always did it
to me!'
'That makes it right?' Doris was kissing the words at him. 'You, a married man with two children… you running around with a dirty little… little' she paused. Arthur finished the sentence for her.
'Cocksucker? Is that the word you're afraid to speak?'
Doris made him suffer for his actions. She refused all his attempts at sex and they lived in this vacuum-like condition for several months. Arthur, of course, had to have his release and he picked up with any girl who would go along with his plans. He avoided Sandra after that because it was too dangerous in case, Doris decided to follow him again. But he made up for it with the rest of the young women who crossed his path.
Doris decided to take her own revenge in a different form. The very thought of fellatio was repugnant to her but she knew that this was the way to strike back at Arthur. She systematically performed fellatio on any man who would let her. And it must be
admitted that she never cocountered one who wouldn't permit this little intimacy. Before long, Doris had earned the dubious title of 'the best little cocksucker in town.'
The notoriety got to Arthur and he reacted violently. He accused Doris one night of being a cheap pervert and in direct reaction, she slapped him hard across the mouth. He lost his temper and beat her up savagely. The result was that she suffered severe head injuries and was hospitalized for three days. When she was released she wasted little time in filing for divorce: Needless to relate, she was awarded the divorce and custody of the children.
Doris went home to her parents with the babies while, Arthur quit school and left town.
Case History
Helen was happily married to a man ten years her senior. Sy N. was what one would consider a success. He operated a car leasing agency and employed a staff of nine people. Business was good for the hard-working Sy and he established his family in a sixty thousand dollar home in the best part of town.
Helen found herself with too much time on her hands. Sy insisted she have a part-time maid and with present day conveniences in frozen foods and other prepared delicacies, cooking became a task that took a few hours per week at most.
Helen sought for some way to occupy her leisure. She joined the local charity groups she belonged to the bridge club and she made it a point to attend as many cultural affairs as she could. But, still, time hung heavily for her.
Much against Sy's wishes, she insisted on 'helping' at his office. Three times per week she would drive to work with him and then offer her services to any of the staff who needed' her aid. She was unable to type, so her help was restricted. The best outlet she could find was to assist in mundane chores such as filing letters and. assisting in the mail campaigns that came up sporadically.
Actually, only one of the staff really welcomed her presence. That lone figure proved to be a young Spanish- American who functioned in a variety of roles. He had finished college and was a good accountant. But there wasn't enough to keep him busy with just that, so he would handle any job that needed doing. On occasion, he even delivered cars to the leasors when things were jammed up.
Sy said over and over that young Les was the single most valuable employee he had. The two men hit it off from the first and a great friendship built up between them. It was only natural that Helen started inviting Les over for dinners and little get togethers at her home. Of course, Sy was always on hand for these, too. Helen really had no ulterior motive in mind… at first.
The thing that precipitated Helen's interest in the handsome young Latin was a special dinner she had planned for Les and Sy on a Friday evening. Helen busied herself in the kitchen all afternoon, preparing a fanciful tamale casserole she had discovered at a local Mexican dining spot. The chef had graciously given her the recipe and she was all excited at the idea of serving the specialty to her favorite guest.
Dinner was to be served promptly at six. The car agency usually locked its doors a little earlier on Friday to give the employees a chance to get to the bank which stayed open till six on that one evening each week.
At six sharp, the doorbell rang and Helen hurried to see who it could be. Sy would never ring, she knew, and inasmuch as Les was coming home with him at the same time, it had to be some other caller. She was surprised to open the door and find the handsome Les standing there. He hastily explained so she wouldn't worry over Sy's absence.
'Sy got trapped,' Les said as he moved inside to politely shake hands with Helen as they always did upon meeting. 'The big boss of the electronics plant flew in unexpectedly this afternoon and he insisted Sy go to cocktails with him to settle the deal on the fleet.'
Helen's disappointment was compensated in some measure by the knowledge that the particular transaction under question was the single largest fleet negotiation her husband's firm had set up. It called for sixty brand new vehicles per year over a five year span. Needless to say, a. dinner was a small penalty to pay for clinching such a bonanza.
Both Les and Helen decided they would wait at least an hour in hope that Sy might be able to break away from his client. To pass the time, Helen served cocktails and the two friends sat in the living room sipping their drinks and listening to a long-play Mexican record that Tony had presented her with some weeks earlier. The mood was pleasant and the two chatted in the easy fashion of people who like one another.
Shortly before seven o'clock, the phone rang. It was Sy. He was stuck with his client and they were going to a local steak house to have dinner while they threshed out the final details on the big transaction.
'Don't wait for me, hon,' Sy said over the phone to Helen. 'You and Leg go ahead and eat. I'll get there sometime before midnight, I hope. Explain to Les how it is. And sure to tell him it's a lead-pipe cinch. The deal's as good as in the bag!'
Les was disappointed that his best friend was unable to eat with them but he was excited and happy over the fact that the all-vital contract was about to be sealed. They finished their drinks and then Helen served the dinner. She was an excellent
cook and she had outdone herself in order to please Les. The tamale casserole was delicious and Les couldn't praise it enough. For dessert, Helen served chilled pineapple cubes in orange liquor and the entire thing was topped off with strong coffee.
Helen looked even more striking than usual. She was wearing a lot cut black gown that accented her full breasts. Her slightest move created an interesting action to the big, milkywhite domes restrained by the tight-fitting fabric. Helen brought out yet another after-dinner drink. This was a brandy from Spain. It was amber-colored and thick. And potent. So potent that when Les took his first sip, he overdid it and had to gasp momentarily for air.
'Man!' he blinked at Helen. 'That'll turn anybody on in a big rush, believe me!' 'Really?' Helen studied him. 'You mean it affects you?'
'You can say that again,' Les chuckled. 'One of those and you feel like you want to start singing important documents!'
'Then, I'd better not give any to my Sy,' Helen sighed. 'That's all he seems to want out of life lately… just a chance to engage in more business.'.
'You should be happy over it, Helen,' Les sai_. 'Look bow nicely you're able to live because of Sy's business drive.'
'Well, there's more to life than just business,' Helen said slowly. 'It's not everything… money, that is.'
'No, it isn't,' Les agreed. 'Good health is at least two percent of it, too!' He chuckled at his own little gag, but Helen's reaction was less.
'I sometimes wish my Les would take it a little easier in business and save some of his strength for me,' she sat a little straighter so that her rich breasts looked even fuller. 'I don't think he's made love to me for nearly two weeks now.' Lea wisely refrained from comment and Helen went on. 'I miss romance. After all, I'm a woman
'I'll buy that,' Les lifted his glass in admiring manner to her charms. He sipped the rest of the drink. Helen got up and poured his glass full despite his protests.
'I'm beginning to get inferiority lately, the way Sy neglects me… in bed, that is.' She eyed Les. 'Tell me, Les, does he have another girl on the string somewhere? Honestly, now?'
'Definitely not! Les leapt to defend his friend. 'Sy's in love with you, and you alone. I'd be one of the first to know if he ever had other interests. We work together most of the time as you know. Rest easy, Helen. You've
