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The Dueling Duets:
Judy's Revenge
by Adam Gunn

Judy's Revenge is the fourth story in a four-part series. Although you will be able to enjoy it on it's own, I recommend that you read the series in the following order:

Don, the Professor Lisa's Hobby Dave's Erudition Judy's Revenge

I was a good girl. I knew because Father Thomas told me, "Judy, I'm glad that you're not like some of the other girls. You're so respectful. When you grow up, I'm sure you'll be a fine wife and mother." He told me this at the Catholic Camp at Smith's Ford when my CDC class went there in fifth grade. I remember that he told me this on the banks of the stream near a pretty little bridge. You remember things like that. Somehow, I felt that I didn't even let him down while I was lying naked with Don, waiting for my husband to come home with his lover.

Throughout parochial school, I always did exactly what the nuns told me to do. My mother and father told me how proud they were of me. When Father Thomas taught us religion, I listened as if my life depended on it. There was never any doubt that I would go to Catholic High School, even though my father suggested that maybe I should go to a public school and find out what life was like.

Even in a Catholic environment, there were problems with undisciplined children. I remember some of the girls snickering when the nuns told us in Health class how we should have marital relations. When one of the girls dropped out during Christmas break, I heard that she was pregnant, and I thought that served her right for not listening in the class.

Oh, I dated a few boys in high school. I even let John Saunders kiss me after the prom. But I knew I had to be careful so that my husband would respect me when we got married. I had good looks, a nice face, my body developed nicely and my breasts never got as large as some of the girls did. I was glad, those things just made guys fall over themselves. I let my brunette hair grow long, below my shoulders. In the thirty years since then, I haven't changed my looks very much.

Unfortunately, even though I was good, I wasn't particularly bright, except in English where I got straight A's, except for two B's. When it came time for me to choose a college, the baby-boomer and Vietnam situations meant real competition for the good schools. The only acceptance I got was from the State University.

In the second session of my freshman English class, there must have been a hundred kids in the class. Two boys were talking and carrying on, and the professor was getting irritated at them. He gazed at them and asked if they knew what a sonnet is. The boy that was sitting next to them and was being very respectful thought he was being called on, and gave the correct answer. The boy was tall and handsome, and I knew right then that this man would be my husband some day.

The next session, he noticed me and introduced himself. His name was David. I let him invite me to the Freshman mixer that night, and we went steady almost immediately. Now understand what I mean when I say 'go steady.' We always dated, and I let him kiss me on occasion, but that's all. Oh, once in awhile he'd try to get fresh with me, but I carefully let him know what wasn't appropriate. A few times he thought about dating other girls, but he always came right back to me. We both lived in the same city, and I soon had him to dinner with my mom and dad. They approved of him, even if he wasn't Catholic. I didn't worry, we had plenty of time to work on that problem.

Through our Junior year , I could see that he was getting a little frustrated. This was the period when war protests were going on, and some of the less mature students were talking about 'free love.' Well, some of them were doing more than talking about it. This attitude was bound to affect David, even though I ignored it. The summer before our Senior year we saw a lot of each other. When we were alone in the car, he tried to pet me a lot; most of the time I stopped him, but after awhile, I figured it wouldn't hurt if I let him touch my breasts.

We both had Tuesday, August 17, 1971 off of our summer jobs, so we decided to go for a swim at a lake north of our city. We had a great time, I wore my cute little white two piece swimsuit, and David couldn't keep his hands to himself when we were in the water. That night David decided to drive his Chevrolet back a different way. We came upon Smith's Ford, and I had him drive across the bridge so that I could see it again. No one was camping there that week, and he turned the car so that we were facing the stream in the moonlight. We started kissing, and then he proposed to me. Now David didn't have a ring because money was so tight, and he had a problem verbalizing it, but I knew that's what he meant. I accepted right away, of course. Now, I knew sex before marriage wasn't right, but things were getting so hot that I decided to let him have me. We got into the back seat, and I allowed him to take my panties off and put his thing in me. It hurt quite a bit, but I'd heard that it did the first time or two. After we were done, he told me how it was so much better than he had ever anticipated. I got a blood stain on my skirt, but David was so in love with me that I didn't care. When I got home, my mother saw the red mark on my clothes and asked what happened. I told her that I just started my period a little early, that's all. Neither David or I wanted to make our engagement public yet, so I kept it to myself. David and I went back to the camp a couple of more times, and sat on a blanket. I let him take me those times too, but David had prophylactics. I knew that birth control was wrong, but I figured it was better than begetting a child.

I decided that if David wanted to touch me while we were kissing after we got back to school, I would let him, but I wouldn't let him put it in me anymore. We had to keep some mystery for after the wedding, didn't we? But he missed me so much after we got over there, that I let him rent a motel room for the night, and I let him do whatever he wanted. I'm sure you can imagine the love we made that night.

My period should have happened in early September, just before school started. I spotted a little bit, but not much. I worried all through September, and in early October when I still didn't have my period, I knew what was wrong. I was heartsick for the next two weeks, and I wondered what I was going to do. I had to have the baby, of course. Even though I knew that some girls had an abortion, I couldn't kill a baby. Finally, I told David about our problem in his dorm room. He recognized we had to get married right away.

The next weekend, we drove down to the city to tell our parents. My mom and dad were quite understanding, and we all made plans on how to get us married. In the long run, we decided that it would be best if we had a quick civil service; there wasn't enough time to get David converted so that we could have a Catholic marriage. I remember going to see Father Thomas about my problem. By this time he was an old man, but he understood. He told me that I and my parents were making the best decision, and he told me that the most important thing in my life from now on was to make my husband and my baby happy. When I took confession, he assured himself that I would never have carnal relations with a man I wasn't married to, and gave me absolution.

I remember the tears in my fathers eyes as he gave us enough money to go to West Virginia. My parents were also nice enough to pay for an apartment off-campus so that David and I could live together right away.

We couldn't have much of a honeymoon, due to our class load, but we did go to a hotel near the campus and reserved the bridal suite.

Although we were careful of the baby, I let David make love to me anytime he wanted to, which was a lot. Neither David or I cared that we couldn't go to our graduation because of the size of my stomach. Our daughter, Jennifer, was born on June 10, 1972.

David was a good student, and got a good job doing engineering on a farm soon. I tried to get him to find a job closer to our home, but he really wanted this job in a city about 150 miles away. We were very happy, and a few months later we were with child again. Mary was born on July 17, 1973.

I kept a good house for David and the children. David didn't want me to work, he felt that a married woman with children should stay at home and take care of the family. I let him have his way, and realized that with my education degree, I could ensure that Jennifer, Mary and all the other children we would have would be better off. David, Jr. was born on March 28, 1975. I expected to have many more children, but I was never able to conceive again.

David took care of us very well, and in 1981 he had an idea that he could invent something and make a lot of money. He told me it was a large risk, and I knew how worried he was. I was concerned, but I let him do what he wanted to do; you have to let men have their heads sometimes. At first, it seemed to be very successful, but then something happened and his business failed. I took care of him when he was so depressed that he was almost sick. He didn't know how he was going to make enough money to feed and shelter us. My mother told us she'd be happy to let us live with her; with my dad gone, she had this big old house and no one to live in it. David took us home, and I'm so glad he did because it gave the children a good chance to get to know their grandmother before she passed away eight months later.

David got another job, and after two years had passed he decided that he had enough experience to try his invention idea again. I remember how he kept explaining it to me, even though I didn't understand. He told me that it would be different this time, and I encouraged him, even though I was so worried about it this time. I even let him take out a mortgage on my parents home.

On the second attempt, my wonderful husband did it right. He told me that his partner, who knew all about business, was a large part of the success but I knew it was David's invention. Without it, the company wouldn't have anything to sell! I knew that David was just taking care of us, and I tried to tell the children why they didn't see their father a lot. I'm not sure they quite understood, but after awhile they got used to it.

It takes a lot of work to be a successful mother and wife. All of the people in the family want something different, and if you let them squabble over it, you'll have nothing but constant arguments and hurt feelings. It was my job to keep not only a neat house, but a happy home. I became expert at telling my husband and children only things that they needed to know, and changing things around so that they saw problems in a completely different light. Occasionally, one of them would catch me in a little white lie, but they knew I was just trying to keep problems to a minimum. Eventually, I got caught less and less. The children always came to me when they needed to give their father bad news, and I was always able to make him see the silver lining.

A few short years later, David told me we were rich. He showed me the bank books and stock certificates, and he told me we would soon be worth over a million dollars. I didn't quite believe him. He bought us both new cars, and made arrangements for the children to go to only the best colleges. He decided that we would buy a new house; I wasn't happy about it, as the home we were living in was the one I had grown up in. But the neighborhood was going down hill, and I could see it was best for David, so I made the children happy with his decision. I made sure that we bought a residence in the same school district; our children were still in school, and I wouldn't let him rip them from their friends.

The children loved their father. He didn't spend too much time with them because of his work, but when he was there he gave them a lot of attention. Sometimes, the wrong kind. For example, I've tried to cultivate a love of classical music in the children, and keep them away from rock and roll. David knew this, and usually supported me in the home, even though he let them listen to that music when he was alone with them in the car. But one day he brought a record album home by somebody named Pot Roast or something, and played it over and over again. There was one song on it that had to do with having sex in the back of a car that I just hated. After about three weeks I hid the record on them.

A few years later, David Jr. graduated from High School and went off to college. I was left with very little to do. I always loved the fine arts, and allowed David to subscribe to the ballet and symphony, but he was much too busy with his work, so I took one of my friends when he couldn't make it.

David wanted to travel, but I was a little afraid of going too far in case the children needed me. I started volunteering for charity work twice a week, but still didn't have enough to do. Even worse, I had to stop being so active in the parish. They had found out that we were now well off, and the new priest (Father Thomas had passed on,) was interested in little but how much money you could contribute to the Church. Luckily, David had joined a country club a few years earlier, and I decided to start taking advantage of the facilities. They had a wonderful swimming pool where I could exercise in the summer and watch the children at play. The rest of the year, I could work out in the women's locker room and take steambaths there. I found a group of nice women who played bridge on Tuesday mornings and Thursday evenings after they all had dinner together, and I took up the game. I haven't missed a Thursday night in four years.

The club also had another advantage. David really liked it there, and had found some golfing friends. Eight times a year or so there were dinner-dances that we went to. If it wasn't for these, David and I would never meet other couples. We go out to dinner regularly, now that we can afford it, but it's a lot more fun when you're with people you know. David even dances with me, something I know he dislikes. But married couples do little things for each other, don't they? David tried to get me to take up golf, but it just didn't appeal to me.

There's another group of people at the club. Some of the wives aren't as respectful as they should be. They drink quite a bit, don't wear enough clothing and sometimes shamelessly flirt with other women's husbands. I was sure there was some sleeping around going around, but not with my husband; I was sure he was immune to that kind of temptation. He loves me too much.

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We have a problem during the summer. Usually we have two good tables for bridge, eight wives. But during the summer, some of us go on extended vacation, and we can't round up enough players. Thursday, August 6 was one of those days. We met for dinner at our regular time, 6:00. Five of the regulars were there, which meant that one of us would have to sit out a rubber in turn. I've done that in the past, but it's not my favorite way to spend the time.

As we sat there, I thought that it might be nice to go to a movie. A new Sally Fields show was out, and I know David likes Sally. So I told the girls that I was going home to get David, and to have a good night. When I got home, David wasn't downstairs, which isn't like him. I wondered if he was sick. Then I heard some noises coming from the bedroom. I wondered what David was doing up there. Maybe he was repairing something in the bathroom. I walked up the stairs and opened the door to the bedroom. I was shocked to find my husband completely naked, and on the bed with him, with just a pair of scandalous panties on, was one of those women from the club.

Of course, I started crying. I never expected my loving David to cheat on me, never even suspected him of it. I just looked at him, and wondered what I should do. I thought about throwing something at them in anger, but decided against it. Finally, I just turned around in confusion, closed the door behind me and walked down to the family room where I sat in a dark corner and sobbed.

A few moments later I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. They weren't heavy enough to be David's, and then I heard the front door open and close. At least the hussy had enough consideration not to continue her seduction while I was in the house.

For a long time, I tried to think about what I needed to do. I guessed I was going to have to divorce David. The children would be so disappointed in their father. Finally David came into the room. He was dressed. I sounded so trite when I asked him, "How could you?"

David explained to me that this was the first time that he had ever cheated on me, and that the affair had just started in the last week. He promised that he would never do it again with another woman. I could see that he still loved me, and that he had just made a terrible mistake.

I asked him how he had met the woman (I knew that her name was Lisa,) and he told me that she had started flirting with him unexpectedly. Well, I had always thought that those women were nothing more than homewreckers. I didn't ask for details, and with every word he said, I could see his regret, and how much he still cared for me.

I still wanted to hurt him. I've never wanted to harm anyone more in my life. He had betrayed me and the children! But in the end, I decided that we would just have to live through this, just like the time Mary's puppy died. In the end, I just got up and went up to the bedroom which she had sullied.

I started to strip and make the bed. I certainly wasn't going to sleep on those sheets, and wound up tossing them in the garbage. As I finished, I noticed a pair of earrings, a diamond bracelet on and a necklace on the stand next to the bed. I just slipped them into my dresser drawer, until I could figure out how to get them back to her. I certainly wasn't going to let David hand deliver them. I was still angry with David, and decided to sleep in the guest bedroom that evening.

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The next day, I made David breakfast, and after he went to work, I sat around and thought about my predicament. I don't watch the soap operas or talk shows, but I had the TV on, just for noise, and there was one of those shows on. The topic that day was men who cheat. I got fascinated, and then one woman stood up and said, "The reason men cheat is that wives don't give them anything to stay home for." My first reaction was disgust at any person who could misunderstand human emotions that way, and then I thought, 'what didn't I give David that he went to another woman for?'

I turned off the TV and got a sheet of paper. On one side I put down all the good things that I did for David. The sheet was full of entries such as 'caring mother', 'supportive', 'good cook,' and the like. There were at least 25 notes on that side. On the other side, I could only think of three negatives: 'not attractive,' 'not interesting,' and 'poor sex.' I guess I always knew these things about myself.

I knew I didn't dress very well. In my defense, for many years we weren't able to afford nice clothes for me; we were too busy making sure the kids had good things. But I thought back to high school, and even then I must have appeared dowdy. I looked at my face in the mirror. A few sags here and there, and even worse, no highlights, no allurement. My long hair, straight and fine, wasn't something a man would enjoy.

I hadn't cultivated myself over the years, or gained new interests which a man would enjoy. Oh, sure, I was conversational in classical music and dance, but who would care about that? I'd learned bridge, but even I knew that it was a game for the elderly. The few times that David had suggested that I take up golf so I could play with him on Sunday afternoons, I told him I wasn't interested. I didn't like to go to movies that had sex or violence in them. I could appreciate a joke, as long as it wasn't dirty, but I didn't tell them well.

The last entry was painful when I considered it. I had rarely turned David down when he desired me, but I didn't ask him for it either. When he did come to me, I usually let him climb on top of me. If he asked me to do something different, I'd try it a little, and then tell him I didn't like it, just like a child who won't eat their asparagus. I'd heard about orgasms, and early in our marriage I wondered why I didn't seem to have them, but as the years wore on, this concerned me less and less. Could it be that my inability to climax had an effect on David, too? Then my mind wandered to the sight I had witnessed the evening before: The woman was sitting, leaning up on her elbows with her breasts exposed and nipples protruding. My husband had his rear up in the air, and was kissing the area between her legs. Before they saw me, both of them had smiles on their face. No, I knew nothing about the art of sex.

When I observed all of this, I began to weep, huge racking sobs coming from my throat. I realized that I had let Father Thomas down. He had told me the week before I married, "Make your husband happy." I'd made him content, I'd satisfied him, but I hadn't made him happy. I realized then why my husband had been with another woman.

I took the argument one step further. Last night my husband had told me that he would never have another affair, and I had believed him. But I knew now that he'd tasted of the forbidden fruit, and that he'd found it sweet. If I did not provide more fruit for him, he would find someone who would. And then my marriage surely would be over.

The doorbell rang, and when I answered it, there was a boy with a dozen roses. I was so mad and disgusted with myself and David that I just threw them in the wastebasket.

I got up, washed myself and went to Borders. I purchased two books and three magazines: The magazines were for young women and had articles on how to dress yourself. The books were an introduction to golf, and an illustrated manual on how to have sex. I waited until a female sales clerk was available rather than go to a man, and even then I blushed as she scanned the last book. In the afternoon, I went to the club for a swim. I was hoping that tramp Lisa would come to pool, see me, and then get embarrassed and leave, but I didn't see her.

During dinner, David wanted to know about our near-future plans. He was planning on going on a week-long business trip a week hence, and suggested that either he cancel it and take me somewhere, or else that I go with him. I knew his business was important, so I requested that he please just take care of it; I was sure I would be all right.

Afterwards, David and I had a long talk about the situation again. I asked him why he had done the despicable act with Lisa. As I suspected, he told me that he was just bored with everything in his life at once. It wasn't just me, it was his work, the fact that the kids were finally completely gone, everything.

I requested that he tell me about his affair, and he did. How he had met Lisa on the golf course and they had just had a good time. How he wanted to meet her just to talk, for a little companionship, and how passion just took them. How he had taken her to a motel one night, and then they had gone to another place last Monday night, and then how they had come to the house on Thursday night.

"David, how could you? I think I can understand how you would go with her to other places, but why here, to this house?"

"Judy, I don't know quite how to say this. I mean, for years I've dreamt about having a sexy woman in my bed, and then Lisa came along . . ."

This hurt me more than anything else he'd said, almost more than actually witnessing his adultery. I started to cry. He tried to come to me and hold me, but I pushed him away. Then, all of a sudden, I heard the voice from the talk show in my head, "The reason men cheat is that wives don't give them anything to stay home for." I took his hand, and went with him up to our bedroom, and let him make love to me. As we lay there afterwards, hugging each other, I asked him about something that had been bothering me.

"David, what about Lisa? What if her husband finds out about you and her? Will he make trouble for us?" I was worried about my family.

"Uh, well, you see . . . well, he already knows."

"What?!"

"Well, they have an arrangement. Don and Lisa can have affairs if they want to. They tell each other about them so that they won't be surprised."

"Then Lisa goes to bed with anyone she wants?"

"Pretty much. Oh, I don't think either of them do it very often. Lisa told me that I was her first man other than Don in over a year, and she told me that I was the only guy she had ever been with from the club."

"Then we don't have anything to worry about."

"I don't think so dear," and he kissed me tenderly. He just held me, stroked my hair and back, and whispered to me that he loved me, that he would never cheat on me again, that he wanted me to take him back, to forgive him.

I decided not to completely forgive David yet. That night I went to the guestroom, read the magazines, and attempted to follow the one on golf.

I sent David off to his Saturday golf game the next morning, and just bumped around the house. Realizing that I wasn't doing myself any good, I decided to take a ride. I got out on some country roads up north, and soon I recognized the area. Yes, there it was, the old Catholic camp. It seemed to be in good repair, and some boys and girls were running around. I parked the car and started walking around. When a priest found out that I'd been there as a girl, he told me to enjoy myself; if only he knew. Soon, I found myself on the bank of the stream. It was there that Father Thomas told me that I was a good girl; where David had proposed to me, and I had first let him make love to me. I was so confused, I wished that I had my parents or Father Thomas to talk to, but they were gone now. Despite my best efforts, would David be gone soon, too? I drove back to the city in despair.

Later, I sequestered myself in the sewing room, and began to read the sex book. I realized that I needed to be kinder to David if I was going to keep him.

I suggested dinner and a movie, and then shocked him by telling him I wanted to go to an R-rated movie. We'd never seen one of those before, and it had a couple of sex scenes in it. When we got home, I came to David in just my underwear, and made love to him. I remembered a picture in the book, so I got on top of him and moved around until he had his orgasm. I sort of liked that feeling.

Sunday was a wonderful day. I woke up long before David did, and I started to read the book on sex. Some of the things that the man and woman were doing actually looked interesting. In the afternoon, David took me to the Art Museum, and then to a wonderful dinner at an expensive, romantic restaurant. That night, David and I made love again.

Monday after I cleaned the house, I thought about what I was doing. I realized that I needed to learn how to dress, what kind of jewelry to wear, things like that. I decided to look at my clothes to see if I had anything that David might like. As I hunted, I found the jewelry that Lisa had left. I started sobbing again. I put the earrings and bracelet in a box, and put them back. The reminder of the woman's visit haunted me all the rest of the day. I went to bed early that night while David sat up.

The next day, I decided that I needed to get the jewelry out of the house. I thought about just throwing the stuff away, but I decided that wasn't the right thing to do. I wasn't going to call Lisa, I didn't have enough strength to face the 'other woman.' Finally I thought about Don. Perhaps, if I met him to return them, he could tell me what I could do to get my husband back. I found his office number in the club address book, and dialed the number.

"Hello, Don, this is Judy, David's wife. You remember me from the club?"

"Oh, hello, Judy, certainly I do."

"How are you?"

"Just fine, how are you?"

"Oh, just fine. The weather's nice, isn't it."

"Certainly is." This was getting silly.

"Don, I'm sorry to bother you, but I've got something that belongs to your wife, and I'd like to return it to you."

He seemed to know that I was referring to her jewelry. "Thanks, Judy. Should we meet at the club?" Oh, that was the last thing I wanted. If anyone at the club saw me with him, they might find out about David and Lisa. Anyplace else!

"No, I'd like to meet somewhere where you and I could talk for a little while, if you don't mind." I could tell he didn't want to talk to me, and started to interrupt me. I just kept going, "Don, please. I just want to talk to you and get a few things straight. Maybe you can even help me with a problem I'm having. Please, could you meet me someplace for cocktails tonight?"

After a pause, he said, "Well, alright, where should we go?"

Oh, my, I hadn't thought that far ahead. Then I thought about a place that Don had told me about where he sometimes met clients. I figured that was a safe place, so I mentioned the name of the restaurant. Don said that would be fine. We arranged to meet after he finished work that evening.

I placed Lisa's earrings and bracelet in a small bag. I thought that there was another piece, but I couldn't find it. I figured that I was so upset that evening that I'd imagined it. I left David a note telling him that I was out shopping, and that I would be home before 7:30 for a late dinner.

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I got to the restaurant a little early, and walked into the lounge. I expected, as a single woman, to be accosted, but the four men who were in there watching a baseball game just looked at me, and then ignored me. I sat in a booth, and ordered an iced tea. Soon after, Don walked into the place, and I greeted him. "Hello, Don, I hope you don't find this situation as difficult as I do."

He admitted that he felt awkward, too. I told him of my predicament, and how I needed to figure out how to get over it. I referred to his and his wife's living arrangements, and told him I was open-minded enough not be concerned about it. I told him that I really didn't want a scandal, and hoped he agreed. He of course agreed, and told me that their policy was never to discuss their affairs outside of the marriage. I was glad to hear that.

Then Don asked me if I was going to divorce David. I told him that I didn't want to, and how much our love for each other meant to us. Then I asked him how I could make myself more attractive to David; I really wanted his opinion. Don is a very attractive man, and has had some affairs, and would be able to speak to my problem. He told me how beautiful I was, not as a come-on, but as a blatant lie intended to make me feel better.

"Nonsense," I replied, a little sharply. "I'm plain, and I don't know how to be anything more. Now that the children are gone, he's going to find something that he's interested in. If it's not me, it will be some other woman. A couple of more times, and he'll be gone. I've got to learn how to stop that."

"Why don't you find a teacher?" That was exactly what I was thinking. He continued, " You know, a friend who will help you out, help you buy some new clothes, maybe give you a few hints on how to act."

I told him that I would certainly consider it. I asked him about Lisa. He told me that she was out of town for two weeks. I immediately began to worry. Later this week, David was scheduled to leave on a golfing trip with a number of his clients. Was he lying to me? Was he going to sneak off with Lisa again? When I told Don of my concerns, he told me that Lisa and David were going to be on opposite sides of the country; I would have David's number, I could check on him, and he gave me Lisa's office number, so I could call there and ensure myself it was true.

Don tried to reassure me that the affair between Lisa and David was over, but somehow, I felt a premonition that they hadn't seen the last of each other.

Finally, I gave Don the box with the jewelry, and he walked me to the car. He opened the door for me, and I thanked him and shook his hand.

When I got home, David already had drunk two martinis, and he was in a playful mood. "Where did you go? Did you have an affair?" Oh, how could he even joke about something like that. I began crying, and just went to my bedroom. I didn't even care if he got dinner or not. Later that evening, David came up and apologized for the insensitive remark. He was so sincere that we wound up making love again.

When I got up the next morning, I thought about what Don had told me, that I needed a teacher. I considered who that teacher might be, but didn't have a clue. None of my friends would work; not only couldn't I tell them of my problems, they didn't know how to dress any better than I did. I considered Lisa or one of her friends briefly, but dropped that line; they'd just laugh at me, like all the good looking girls did in high school. Then I thought about Don. He'd been very kind the night before. Maybe . . .

I took the sex book out, and looked at it again. I was getting to the back of the book now, and there was a chapter on alternatives. I admit that I became titillated by it. After a few pages, I read about how many men fantasize about their wives making love to other men. I thought about the comment David made last night. Was it possible that he wanted me to go to bed with someone else? The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.

At dinner, I brought up the subject obliquely. I asked him about Don and Lisa, and if he thought Don got excited about Lisa's affairs. David said he thought that it was probably true, that many men did. I asked him if he ever thought about me that way, and he denied it, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he did think that. It was true. Then David said, "Well, you wouldn't ever do anything like that anyway, would you?" I didn't even answer.

After David left for work the next morning, I reread the chapter. And then I realized what I wanted to do. David had been unfaithful to me. He wanted me to be unfaithful to him. Alright, I'd do it, just once! On top of that, I'd do it in our bed, I'd do it with the husband of the woman he did it with, and I'd let him catch me at it. The rest of the morning, I plotted my strategy.

That evening, David went into his study to do some work before his trip the next day. I went to the phone in our bedroom, and called Don.

"Don, am I disturbing you?"

"Why, no."

"Don, I've been thinking about the advice you gave me. Now you are a very attractive man, and I've seen you look at the ladies on the putting green. From what I know about your lifestyle, I'm sure you know what is attractive and what isn't. I was hoping, Don, considering what's happened between our families, that you might help me out by being my tutor." If he only knew what I meant by those words.

"What exactly do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing much. Tell me what men find in women that they like. Maybe go with me to buy some clothes. Critique my efforts."

"What would Dave think about this?"

I knew exactly what David was going to think about this. "As you know, he's leaving on his golf trip tomorrow afternoon. I thought that since you were unattached for the next week as well, we could start this off without his knowing. Depending on how it goes, I could tell him when he gets home or not. Since it's going to be perfectly harmless, I don't think I need his approval. After all, I'm doing it for him as much as for me."

Don agreed to meet me for dinner the next evening at a restaurant in a nearby shopping mall.

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The previous night, I'd let David make love to me for the last time before his trip. I realized that I had to make him dream of me while he was absent, so I took his thing in my mouth. Oh, I'd done that before when he asked for it, but that time I did it without his bidding. Then, when he ejaculated, I kept it in my mouth, rather than let it spill all over him as I normally did. I gagged a little, but the taste wasn't too bad. Afterwards, we just laid there for awhile, and David became excited again and had me the proper way.

In the morning, I made sure that David was packed, and then kissed him a wonderful goodbye. I told him I'd have something sensational waiting for him when he returned next Friday evening; little did he know how surprised he was going to be, if I could arrange it!

Before I met Don at the restaurant, I dressed in one of my older outfits. I never cared for it even on the day I'd purchased it, and I made sure that my makeup was plain, and my hair, though clean and brushed, wasn't teased at all. For my first evening with Don, I wanted to give him plenty of things to improve.

When we arrived, I could see in his eyes just how unattractive he felt just being with me. I knew that given enough time, I could easily change his attitude; I'd been able to work with the children often enough, and men were just big kids. He asked me if I'd like an iced tea or lemonade. For the first time, I startled him a little by ordering the same drink he did. I knew he'd be astounded many times in the next week.

We discussed how Don had gone on his trip, and that I didn't expect to see him until the following Sunday. Then, I let Don know that he had to be absolutely honest with me, and let him 'teach' me about how women should look. He told me little that I hadn't discovered in the magazines, or the short chapter in the book on appearance, but I acted as if I'd never heard these things before. I listened raptly; Don became interested, as all men think they're experts in everything. I told Don I'd enjoy a glass of wine with dinner; did he mind, I didn't want to get silly? He bought it.

Over dinner and then on a short walk through the mall, I let him point out the things that women did to make themselves attractive. Now this was interesting, because although the book mentioned techniques for flirting, I understood it better when I was able to observe a woman attempting to manipulate a man. I remember one girl looking briefly down when her boyfriend said something, then in a few seconds looking him directly in the eye and raising her chest; the boy got a big smile on his face.

I asked Don to help me buy some new clothes the next afternoon. He agreed, and we parted. I decided to start the physical process, and gave Don a little hug and a kiss on the cheek. He seemed to enjoy it.

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On Saturday morning, I got up and checked into a beauty parlor. I'd made this appointment a week earlier; this was one of the top parlors in town, and you didn't just walk in. I told them that I wanted to completely change my image and was going to a party that evening. They cut nearly half my hair off, and teased it into something soft and wavy. They did manicures and pedicures, and then put me through a wonderful make-up process. I asked them what types of cosmetics they recommended, and let them outfit me. In total, I spent 4 1/2 hours, and over $650. David had told me I wasn't spending enough money on myself, I rectified that error!

I wore another old outfit to go shopping. When I walked back into the bar, I used a slightly different posture. That, and my new look, got me a few gazes by men; it excited me a little, as I knew the magic I was trying to produce was working. I sat at the bar, and let one admiring gentleman get a good look at me. When Don came in, he scanned the bar, and his eyes went right past me, then quickly back. He came over and told me how wonderful I looked. The other gentleman seemed a little crestfallen that I was meeting a man.

As we walked to the clothing stores, I reviewed the lessons from the magazines, but as we entered I went immediately to the browns and patterns. I allowed Don to instruct me and show me the clothes he liked; bright colors, and garments that promised a view of flesh. In the second store, I was wearing a rather loose blouse, and when I got into eyesight of Don, I leaned over so that the fabric spread. I knew that Don was getting a view of my bra, but I didn't look directly at him. After a few seconds, I stood up, and then I noticed a red flush on Don's throat. We hit four stores, buying something in each, and then I insisted that we go to a shoe store.

I would have shopped all night, but I realized that Don was getting bored. I told him I wanted to buy him dinner as a thank-you for the afternoon. Over the meal in a rather romantic place, we discussed the ways that women can excite men. I let him 'instruct' me, and then I reached over the table and put my hand in his. In a little while, I started rubbing the back of his hand with my other hand. This was a little gesture that David loved while we were dating; it worked just as well with another man nearly 30 years later.

As he opened my car door for me, (Don really is a gentleman) I hugged him. This time I got very close to him and made sure that he felt my bosom against his chest as I briefly kissed him on the mouth. I saw him looking after my car as I drove away.

A few minutes after I arrived at home, I tried to call Don. His line was busy, but I tried back a little while later, and he answered, "Hello, Beautiful!"

I assumed that he'd been talking to his wife, and expected it to be her again. I quickly said, "Don, do you really think so?"

When he recognized my voice, he choked a little bit in surprise, but then replied, "Yes, I do; you've made a great deal of progress." I knew I was getting to him.

"Well, where do we go from here, teach?"

"Let's see, you've got clothes, shoes and a few belts and such. How are you fixed for jewelry?" I had plenty of jewelry, but if he wanted to show me what he thought I'd look good in, I'd oblige.

"I can always use some more. Would you come with me to the mall again tomorrow afternoon, and help me pick out a few pieces?" We made the arrangements.

In bed, I re-read the chapter on masturbation. I didn't like to touch myself down there, but I followed the instructions in the book, and after awhile I noticed that I started breathing faster and that I was getting a warm sensation through my abdomen and breasts. Was that what an orgasm felt like?

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Sunday afternoon, I wore a little yellow number we had purchased the day before, and met Don at the mall again for jewelry shopping. I let him talk me into a few inexpensive pieces. Then I mentioned dinner again, thinking we would again enter a restaurant. Instead, he invited me to his house. Was he going to make a pass this quickly? I didn't want him to get too excited too soon, but this might be a good occasion to start a little romance.

Don turned out to be an adequate, if uninventive chef, and the sauvignon blanc was excellent. After dinner, we entered the living room, and sat on the couch. I put my feet on the furniture and curled them under so that Don got a view of my legs. Don opened up a bottle of sweeter chardonnay, and I let him enlighten me about women's underwear. He didn't tell me anything that I didn't see in the advertisements in the magazines.

For some reason, perhaps it was the wine, I began to discuss how David and I made love. I knew it wasn't exciting, but I wanted to let him know that I cherished being with David, even though I never had an orgasm. Then I let Don tell me about his escapades. I questioned him about what he liked in bed; this information could be crucial later.

My legs started to get stiff, so I stretched out. In the process, I realized that I was moving close to Don on the couch. Perhaps it was the wine, but I really wanted to kiss him, so I did. He was a little reluctant at first, but then he cooperated; he's a much better kisser than David. He held me tightly, and then one hand came up to stroke my hair and ears, then it started to get lower on my throat and he started tracing a path with one of his fingers into my bosom. This was going much too fast! I quickly stopped it, but ensured Don that I wasn't offended. I left quickly after that.

That night in bed, I let my hand go to my genitals again. As I stroked myself, I became very warm, and with my other hand I started pinching my nipples. I felt my vagina begin to throb, and the heat became almost unbearable. I was really having my first orgasm. I heard someone screaming softly in the distance, and then I realized it was me!

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