She turned on her heel and ran smack into her boss.

"Ms. Maxwell," her boss said, "you may be one of the best secretaries in the office, but this is too much. You're fired!"

"Just because I told that cunt off?"

"Good Lord, Ms. Maxwell, your language is straight out of the gutter!"

"The hell it is," Jewell replied. "It's straight out of the men's john. I hear it every day through the air duct."

The boss' face suddenly got very red. "You may pick up your check Monday morning."

"You can stick my check up your ass Monday morning," Jewell said, and turned away.

"You should," Jewell said from the office door. "With me gone, there's gonna be a lot of horny cocks around this office. Even a fat pig like you could get laid?"

Pam Jones heard her husband lurch through the kitchen door. He drunk again, she thought, and it's only six-thirty!

"I'm home, baby!"

"I heard. Ken, please don't… that hurts!" He'd crept up behind her and thrown his arms around her to cup and tug at her tits. She felt his hand cock mash into the cease of her ass through her thin summer dress.

God, what an animal he is, she thought. But I can't help but love him!

"I want some, baby," Kenny cooed in her ear as he rubbed his hardening dick up and down her butt crack.

"Kenny, please… I'm trying to fix dinner?"

"And I'm trying to fuck my wife! Doesn't that tell you something?"

It sure does. Pam thought, it tells me that your girl friend was out of town and your secretary would not put out for you at the office!

Pam and Kenny had been married for five tears. And for three years Pam had known that her husband was fucking every girl who would spread for him. The only time he wanted her was when he couldn't get anyone else.

And she still loved him.

Twice she had been on the verge of leaving him. But she had stayed. Pam was afraid of the big, bad world. Kenny was security. And security was better than a faithful husband.