This story is copyright ©1999 by Adam Gunn. All rights
reserved.
This story was previously released
under the author name Mr. Backgammon
The Dueling Duets:
Judy's Revenge
by Adam Gunn
Judy's Revenge
is
the last 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
"Revenge is a dish best eaten cold."
-
Ananymous
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.
At the club, 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.
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.
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.
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.
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, converted it to a tinge of scarlet, 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?
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!
I considered calling Don on Monday, but thought
better of it. I was really enjoying his company, and yet I didn't
wish to appear overly eager. I called Lisa's office, and got
her voicemail. She gave a number where she could be reached in
emergencies. It had an area code of 415. I looked it up, and
she must have been in San Francisco.
I cleaned the house that day. As I was vacuuming the bedroom,
I noticed a glint under my chest of drawers. It was Lisa's necklace.
I realized that I must have dropped it on that Thursday evening,
and realized that I needed to return it, too. Upon further regard,
I felt I knew when and where I could restore it to the rightful
owner.
I called David that evening, and we talked for awhile. I told
him about my new hair style, and that I'd bought a few new outfits.
He seemed excited about that. I asked him if there were any girls
down there; you would have thought that I'd zapped him with electricity.
"You still haven't forgiven me, have you?"
"Not completely. There's still a part of me that wants
to get even with you, and I'm worried about the fantasy you told
me about, the one with other women in this bed."
"Judy, that was just a dream."
"Yes, one that you tried to make come true."
After I let him talk me into being unmad again and we said
our goodbyes, I drew myself a hot bath. As I was washing myself,
the washcloth touched my vaginal area, and I felt a twinge of
pleasure. I laid back and started fingering myself again. I thought
about what it would like to have Don's penis in me. On the side
of the bath, there was a thin plastic container filled with bath
soaps. I picked it up, and started rubbing myself with it under
the water. As I was getting more and more excited, I put the
tube inside me a little bit, and then some more. It felt so wonderful.
I moved it in and out, and then began to climax. It seemed like
it went on forever, and the heat in my body was intense. I started
yelping, it made gave me heightened sensations. I realized I
was getting pretty good at masturbation; could I get as good
at intercourse?
When I woke Tuesday, I donned a pair of panties and a bra.
As I was putting them on, I realized they weren't very attractive.
I got out all of my underwear and looked at it. I only had three
colors: White, black and flesh. I decided to go to the women's
shop in the mall that afternoon and purchase some frilly garments.
As I was finishing my chores that morning, the phone rang,
and Don was on the line. An idea struck my mind, "Don, would
you go shopping with me one more time?" I could almost hear
him groan. "Oh, come on, you've had fun the last two times.
This will be the last stint, I promise."
"What else do you need?"
"Oh just a few little odds and ends. Will you meet me,
please?"
He agreed, and we set up the time.
I called Lisa's voicemail, and left a message for her to call
me late that evening.
At 7:30, I pulled into the mall, and Don was waiting excitedly
for me. We walked to the store, Victoria's Secret, and Don took
in the sight of the bras and panties on the mannequins in the
windows. I asked him if there was anything he liked. No reply
was necessary.
We walked into the store, and there was no one there except
for the two young sales clerks. They didn't even bother with
us, and continued discussing their boy friends. I knew what I
wanted, and when Don saw me pick out five or six candidates for
purchase, he nodded his approval.
I went into the dressing room in the back of the store, and
started trying the outfits on. The fourth thing was a little
bra with matching panties of blue lace that were cut quite high
on the hip. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, and
I thought it made me look pretty good. I had always kept myself
trim, and the events of the last two weeks had left me with little
appetite. I now weighed only three pounds more than the 'optimum
weight' in the pamphlet my doctor had given me. The only thing
that I didn't care for was how some of my dark thick pubic hair
showed around the edges of the panties. I wondered if Don would
find me attractive. Then I looked over the door sill, and saw
that Don was fingering through some of the racks. I couldn't
see anyone in the store. I called softly, "Don, come over
here, please." When he had strolled into the dressing room,
I opened the door to the cubicle, and let him have a good look
at me. I could tell he was getting excited as his neck flushed
pink, and his pants suddenly got a little tighter. I chuckled
a little, and closed the door again. I tore the tags off of the
outfit I was wearing, and got dressed again, keeping the blue
bra and panties on. I felt so good in the new clothes that I
decided I didn't want to put my pantyhose back on.
After completing the purchase, Don walked me out to the car.
I suggested a little drive, and let Don get behind the wheel
of my Chevrolet. I directed him out to the country, and before
too long, we were crossing over the bridge at Smith's Ford. Camp
was over and the parking area was deserted; I worried that some
other couple might have beaten us to this spot. I had him turn
the car around so that it was facing the stream. It was a clear
moonlit evening, and you could easily see the rushing brook in
the darkness. I opened the window, which let in the woodland
smells and the sound of the water.
I cuddled up to Don, and we began kissing. In a short while,
his hands were traversing my neck, making a path for my bosom.
I now had to make a decision. What was the proper response here?
If I stopped him again, he might think I would never let him
go any further. On the other hand, if I just let him feel me,
would he think I was overly eager? I hesitated until I found
his hand cupping my breast. Then I realized that I wanted him
to feel me, that I was excited by him. I pressed his hand tighter
to my bosom. He fondled it, and pinched my nipple with two layers
of fabric between us. I wanted him to touch me all over. I reached
to my blouse, and unhooked a clasp that was keeping me modest.
His hand was inside my blouse immediately, and the only thing
separating us was the thinnest of bras. I let him unbutton my
blouse, and did the same to his shirt, rubbing his chest. He
unclipped my bra, and it fell away so that my bosom was now completely
exposed. I leaned back, and Don began to touch and kiss my naked
breasts. It felt so lovely. I began to become very warm, and
then I realized that if I let this go on much longer, I might
have an orgasm. I wondered if women could have a climax just
from stimulation of their nipples. I began to dream of his hand
reaching between my legs . . .
"Don, stop!" I cried, even though I didn't want
him to. He listened to me, and moved slightly away from me.
"Have I done something wrong?" he asked.
"Oh, no, dear, I'm enjoying this so. But you must understand
that I'm new at this, and this is happening so fast. I want you,
I know you can tell. But not tonight, dear, you've got to allow
me to prepare myself."
"Judy, if that's what you want, it's fine by me. I wouldn't
rush you into doing anything you didn't want to do."
We sat there for a little while, just holding each other,
with his naked chest touching my breasts. We started kissing
again, and my hand couldn't keep away from his body. Of course,
he started fondling me again. I was beginning to think that I
was going to come just from him pinching my nipples, when he
stopped and said, "Judy, I know you don't want to have intercourse
with me tonight, but would you let me make you feel better?"
"What do you mean? You're not going to try to put it
in me, are you?" He assured me that he wouldn't. I considered
it, and then said, "Alright, you may do anything you want
to me, short of that."
We began our romance again, and then I felt his hand creeping
up the outside of my thigh, and then under my skirt. I spread
my legs open a little bit, hoping that he'd touch me down there.
When he finally did, I gasped a little and then just kissed him
harder. My free hand was all over his chest, and then I let it
slip on top of his trousers. "You can feel it, if you want
to," he said. I decided I did. We were going much further
than I planned to tonight, but I didn't care. I wanted to feel
him, to see if there was any difference between he and David.
I unbuckled his belt, unclasped his pants, and unzipped him.
I couldn't see what color his briefs were, but I knew that they
were a synthetic nylon fabric. He was hard in the pants, and
then I stuck my hand inside to grab it. It didn't feel as thick
as David's was, but it seemed much longer.
While this was going on, Don had reached around to my rear,
grabbed the back of my panties, and was taking them off me. I
raised up so that he could get them over my knees. There we were,
both of us half naked, kissing and feeling each other's private
parts. He put his hand on my clitoris and started rubbing it.
I was getting warmer yet. Then he reached down, all the way between
my legs, and put a finger into my vagina. I started moaning,
it felt so good. As he slowly began to pull his finger in and
out of me, I began to scream. It felt so wonderful, I was coming
with a man! He let me settle down a bit, and then he started
again. The second time felt even better than the first. I was
still rubbing him down there, and I felt some fluid on my wrist.
I stopped and wondered what it was, and then I realized he was
ejaculating into my hand. I went back to rubbing him, and kept
it up until I started to feel him go a little limp. I got out
some kleenex from my purse, and cleaned the wet substance from
his groin and my hand. We kissed a few more times passionately,
and then I put my panties back on, re-clasped my bra and buttoned
my blouse. I got out of the car, and walked to the edge of the
creek.
All of a sudden, I became confused. I was standing on the
very spot where Father Thomas had told me what a good girl I
was. Just over there was the spot where David had proposed to
me and then taken my maidenhead. Nearby were the spots where
I let David have me under the stars. I wondered what either of
them would think of me now.
But I felt so good, so alive. I knew my skin was still glowing
from my recent orgasms. This, I thought, is not evil, it's not
obscene. A man cares about me, wants to make me to feel wonderful,
and wouldn't do anything to me that I didn't want him to.
Don came up behind me and kissed my neck. I took his hand,
kissed it gently, and then placed it on my breast. As we drove
back to the mall, we talked about the different ways that men
and women view sex. When we broke up that evening, Don was expecting
a lot more than a kiss, I think.
After I got home, the phone gave a ring, and it was Lisa,
returning the call that I left her.
"Hello, Lisa, thank you for calling me. I need to discuss
something with you. I hope you're not too tired."
"No , Judy, it's only 9:00 here, I've just gotten into
my room and I'm relaxing with a drink." (With who? I thought.)
"Lisa, I want you to know that I don't bear you any grudges
here. I know that my husband did what he wanted to do. That he
did it with you is immaterial; if you hadn't been available,
he would have found someone else sooner or later. I know how
good you made him feel, and that's actually helped us. After
that evening and before David left for his golfing trip, we made
love a few times, and it was much better. I feel I should thank
you for that."
"Well, Judy that's very kind. You're husband is a very
nice person. I'm glad you two aren't going to get a divorce or
anything, he needs you very much. And I want you to know that
I won't ever get in between the two of you again."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I was confused
at first; I could understand why he wanted you so badly, but
I couldn't believe that he would bring you here to this house
where there was any chance of my catching him. But he explained
that to me. I know that I'm not very exciting sexually, and he
just wanted another woman here so that he could pretend it was
you when he and I made love. I understand that now.
"But that leaves me with another problem. I want to learn
how to love him better, to satisfy him. It may take years for
me to overcome my bad habits. In the meantime, I suspect that
he'll continue to think about you, and that he was never able
to complete his fantasy. I think that this will drive him to
attempt to take another woman here, if not you, then someone
else. You see, he's got a compulsion to finish everything he
starts. If I happen to catch him in the act again, I'll almost
certainly have to divorce him; I'll never be able to trust him
again."
"I understand that, Judy. What can you do about that?"
"It's not what I can do, it's what you can do. I was
hoping you'd do me a great favor. If you would be kind enough
to bring him back here again, when you knew I'd be out of the
picture, I'm sure that his fantasy would be complete. Then he
would have that over with, and be able to concentrate on making
a new life with me."
"Judy, do I understand you correctly? Do you mean that
you want me to take your husband to your bed and let him screw
me?"
"That's exactly it."
"I'm not sure that Dave would want me again, after what
happened."
"Oh, I'm sure he would, Lisa. David thinks the world
of you."
"Would you tell him you approved? I mean, there's no
way I'd do it if he thought he was sneaking around on you."
The little trollop! Did she think I knew about their affair before?
"That's very shrewd, Lisa. Yes, I think I should call
him up, and make him aware of the plans."
"Well, if you can talk him into it, I'll participate.
But only because it means that much to you. Understand that I'm
doing this as a personal favor to you, not to Dave. And I would
like this to be the last time we're together."
"And I thank you for the favor. It's the only way I can
keep my husband, I think. I believe we should do this as soon
as possible. When are you returning home?"
"Friday evening. I'm planning on arriving at the airport
about 7:30. My husband, Don, doesn't know that yet; he thinks
I'm taking a later flight. But my plans changed today because
of a business situation in Denver."
"That's perfect! David's arriving from his trip an hour
or so before you. Why don't I go out of town to a play in New
York? That would ensure privacy for the two of you, and you could
still be home to your husband that night."
"Well, I still want to talk to Dave about this. But if
he agrees, I'll go ahead with it."
"Fine, dear, I'll call him tomorrow morning and discuss
it with him. Then I'll have him call you. What time would you
like him to give you a ring?"
"Oh, between 6:00 and 6:30 here would be good."
"That's about 9:00 East Coast time? He'll call you then,
no matter what the situation. And Lisa, I don't know how I can
thank you enough. Goodbye."
Everything was working perfectly.
I arose nice and early the next morning and
took a shower and a walk around the neighborhood. I wanted to
be very alert for the next step.
I called David. I knew they were leaving the hotel about 8:30
for the golf, so I called him at 8:15. Sure enough, he was in
his room.
"Good morning, sweetheart, how are you feeling."
"Oh, a little bit hung over. We were out late last night."
"I'm sorry. I wish I were there so that I could rub your
temples." Start him off with a little TLC. "Anybody
there?"
"No, but I think all the guys are down at breakfast."
"Well, I was thinking maybe you'd have invited one of
those girls that they have down there."
"Judy! Oh, you're just teasing aren't you?"
"Maybe a little. But, dearest, I've been thinking. You
know, I'm really sorry now that I surprised you so early that
evening?" He made a little sound that let me know I had
him off balance and began to apologize again. "I know, dear,
why you were here in the house with her. You explained it all
to me. And I disturbed you before you got to fulfill your fantasy."
"Judy, that's not important now."
"But I think it is, my love. You wanted her so badly
in our bed, and I didn't let you have her. I shouldn't have come
home early. It was all my fault." I could tell I had him
going. "No, don't bother to deny it. I've gotten over my
tiff. You were right, I haven't been responsive to you in bed,
and I'm going to get better, a lot better. But, dear, I know
I'll never be able to come close to Lisa's abilities in bed,
and I'm afraid that you'll think of the opportunity that you
never got a chance to sample her here. David, my only true one,
I've decided that there's only one thing to do -- you've got
take her again, in this bed and nowhere else, while you have
the chance so that you won't wind up hating me."
Of course he argued. He told me how much he loved me, that
he never wanted another woman in his life, that he was sure I'd
be able to satisfy him for eternity. For each of his objections,
I had a response, all the time bringing it back to the idea that
he had to take Lisa here in our bed for the good of our marriage.
The other men came looking for him in the room, and I heard
him tell them that he was busy with an important concern, and
would join them as soon as he could. Soon, he capitulated.
"Judy, are you sure this is what you want for us."
"Certainly, dear, it's the only way."
"Well, alright, but you must understand that I'm doing
this only because you want me to."
"I'm asking you to do it for us."
"Why do you think that Lisa would assist in this."
"Because I talked to her last night. She's in Seattle,
and we discussed the situation for 45 minutes." I could
hear him gulp. "She was very kind, and willing to assist
us. As a matter of fact, she told me what a wonderful lover you
are, and how lucky I am. I told her that I'm not the only one
that needs to be lucky. I'm afraid you are going to have a little
problem, dear, dropping her after you have your last evening
with her. I think she'd like the affair to go on for an extended
period, but you know you mustn't do that to her, or to us."
He asked me how we were going to carry this off, and I told
him of the logistics that Lisa and I had set up the night before.
"So dear, you come home on Friday, meet Lisa at the airport,
and spend a few hours here, in this house and nowhere else, before
she goes home to her husband." I told him that I would fly
to New York with a girlfriend on Thursday for some plays and
would be back on Saturday afternoon. After I was sure that he
had the plan down (sometimes he forgets things, or gets them
backward, ) I told him to call Lisa in Seattle quickly, giving
him the number of the hotel. I told him I loved him, then hung
up the phone. I called him back a few minutes later, and sure
enough, the line was busy. He was talking to Lisa, setting up
his rendezvous. And what a rendezvous it would be.
I took a shower, and thought seriously about my relationship
with Don. We'd traveled down the road I wanted to take faster
than I thought we would. As I thought about the way he'd touched
me and I'd handled him, I began to get warm again. I touched
myself a little, but I didn't let myself come. My original plan
was to get him to wait until Friday, but I found myself wanting
him as soon as I could get him.
I considered that my original plan was to have him only once,
but then I thought about what David did with Lisa; he'd been
with her three times. Surely I deserved at least that much. As
the noon hour rolled past, I picked up the phone and dialed his
office.
"Good morning, this is Don."
"Do you have any idea of how much I appreciate what you
did for me last night?"
He chuckled, and then said, "You know, I'd love to send
you a dozen roses, but I wouldn't know how to get them to you
without some one suspecting what they're for."
"I'm really glad you didn't. Anyway, I haven't really
earned them -- yet. Meet me tonight?"
"I'd love to, the same place? What time?"
"No, I was thinking of a new place. I've heard that Johnson's
on the other side of the mall is a popular after work spot. I'd
like to see how the secretaries meet the business men. What about
6:30?"
"Sure, see you then."
"You certainly will," I promised. I called a hotel
next to the bar and connected to the mall and made a two-night
reservation.
Late that afternoon, I dressed in a tailored blazer and slacks
outfit that he had helped me purchased, and checked into the
hotel. I thought about protection, as the book had made quite
an issue of it. I knew by now that the Church's position on birth
control was just silly, but it didn't matter as I was already
through the change of life. I of course considered disease. It
didn't seem to matter; not because I didn't care, but I realized
that since Lisa and David had not protected themselves, if she
had any diseases, I was probably already carrying them; it wasn't
likely that I would pick anything up from Don. Not that it was
likely; he seemed so clean.
I went up to the room, and ensured that all was well there.
I ordered from room service, waited for the bellhop to arrive
and set up the service, then went back down to the desk, told
them I'd accidentally left the key in the room and asked for
a duplicate. After receiving it, I went into the bar. Don hadn't
arrived yet, so I ordered a glass of wine.
When he slid into the booth across from me, I could see he
wanted to kiss me, but he decided to preserve propriety. I took
his hand in mine. He asked, "What are we shopping for tonight?"
"Anything you want. It's your turn tonight."
"Anything??"
"Sure. And I've got the perfect place to shop for it,
too." I slid the extra room key to him, along with a note
that had the room number on it. I left the booth immediately,
and went to the room. Stepping into the bathroom, I disrobed,
put on my nightgown and waited for him. He was there just a couple
of minutes behind me. I gave him a few seconds to look around
the room, and stepped out of the bathroom and posed for him to
take my body in.
I walked to him and kissed him as well as I knew how. I rubbed
my entire body against his, and could tell that he was ready
for me. "See anything you like?" I questioned him.
"Everything
I see here has too much wrapping on it."
"Bull! Weren't you the one who told me that a little
bit of clothing is much more effective than simple nudity? And
besides, you've got a lot more on than I have." I led him
to the bed.
"Any restrictions tonight? Maybe I can only touch you
with my left toe, for example?"
"You can touch me anywhere you want, as long as you touch
me everyplace." We started kissing, and I took off all his
clothes. Then I crawled into the bed, with Don chasing me. As
he came in, I told him how bad I wanted him, and took off my
nightgown.
He tried to engage in foreplay, but I was getting very warm
and wanted to lose my second virginity as quickly as I could.
I urged him between my legs, grabbed his penis, and helped him
to enter me. He moved quickly, and I urged him on. I was getting
very, very close, and I waited for orgasm, but he exploded into
me before I climaxed. As he began to get a little soft, I realized
I wasn't going to come, and started crying. Perhaps I really
was frigid, and that a man couldn't satisfy me. I was also afraid
that I hadn't shown Don a good time, that he might not want to
do it with me again. If that was true, all my plans were ruined!
Don was really upset about my tears. When he asked me why
I was crying, I told him of my difficulty, and my fears. He suggested
that it was the position we were in that was at fault, not my
ability.
"What do you mean? We did it the right way, didn't we?"
"Well, that's one way to do it, but there are other methods,
and many of them might stimulate you better."
"But in health education in high school, I learned that
man on top was the best way." We discussed it a little bit
more, and I immediately knew that this was a situation where
I needed to make Don think he was teaching me things. He cracked
open the champagne, and I told him that we should wait until
we had something to celebrate. He toasted us anyway, something
about what was still to come. I drank the toast, and then Don
came back to bed. He started gently stroking my body, not just
the erogenous zones (as the book put them,) but also the other
parts: my face, throat, arms and midriff. While this was going
on, he described some of the positions I'd seen in the book,
and then started tickling my nipples. I could feel myself getting
warm again (Don really has a way with my breasts!) and then he
went down to my labia and clitoris. I was really ready, and let
myself start screaming in orgasm.
Don said, "Well, that certainly didn't sound like a frigid
woman to me!" I just smiled at him. When he got out of bed
to get some more champagne, I took a very good look at Don's
penis. I'd seen David before, of course, but the other times
when Don had it unsheathed it was either dark, under the covers,
or I was too upset to concentrate on it. I found that I really
would like to examine his closely, to see how it was different
from David's. So I asked Don to explain fellatio and cunnilingus.
Now, look, I hadn't done it much because it hadn't appealed
to me. But I did tell Don when he asked me that in High School,
the girls had said it was something dirty. So I had him describe
to me how he liked to have his penis done. This was my chance.
I gently pushed him unto his back, and then put my face close
to his sex. I examined it, and saw that it was very similar to
the one that I was used to. It was just semi-erect at this point.
When I started smelling it, I really enjoyed it, so I took it
in my hand and started licking it. Then I just put the tip of
it in my mouth to taste it. Soon, I had Don very interested,
and he was telling me to put it all the way in my mouth. Don
was very hard by now, and I started sucking on it as hard as
I could. I felt a tickling on my sex, and out of the corner of
my eye I could see that Don had put his hand down to my vagina.
I was really enjoying this, and I thought that Don was ready
to come again when he stopped me.
"What's wrong? Was I doing it badly?" I knew I wasn't,
that he was ready to explode.
"No dear, not at all. I was just about to come. You were
great. But we can't waste that wonderful hard-on on your mouth,
not when you've got a pussy that needs to be filled." What
a nice man! The few times that I had gotten David to come that
way, he had seemed more interested in his pleasure than what
he could do for me. Don wanted me to enjoy it as much as he did.
I asked him if he wanted to have intercourse again, or if he
had other ideas. Without answering, Don had me lay down on my
back. I thought about the positions that we might take from the
book, but then feigning lack of knowledge I asked, "I thought
you said there was a lot more than the missionary position?"
"Trust me, I promise you'll like this." I saw that
he was getting me into the position called 'woman on back, man
enters from side,' and I was happy because that was one of the
first ones I wanted to try. When I let him enter me, it felt
heavenly. Not only was my vagina being well massaged by his penis,
he was also able to rub my body with his hand. I was getting
very warm, and when his finger touched my clitoris, it set me
off. I let myself just climax, a big one, and I was sure I was
screaming again in pleasure. I thought I still had the presence
of mind to feel his sperm feel enter me, but I didn't feel him
release. When he withdrew, I looked at it and he was still hard;
the darling had stopped himself from coming. He looked at me,
and said, "It's your turn to do the work, I'm tired."
"What do you mean?"
I let him teach me about 'woman on top' and then climbed up
on him. I pushed myself down on him, and felt the wonderful pressure
of his penis in my vagina again, and started to move my hips
in an effort to let him release. I was getting warm, and I remembered
the part of the book that discussed bed talk. I decided to use
some dirty words, and they had their effect; soon I felt the
moisture of Don's sperm enter me. I told him how good that felt,
and then went back to utilizing his remaining firmness to pleasure
myself. I decided not to scream this time, and the resulting
climax didn't seem so intense; okay, if possible, I decided I
was going to be a vocal as I could.
We just laid there for quite awhile, with him still in me
and the two of us kissing and stroking each other. As he became
soft, I tried to tighten my muscles so that he would stay in
me, but finally he slipped out. I felt sticky down there, and
so I went into the bathroom, wiped myself thoroughly, and then
brought a clean, wet washcloth into the bedroom and cleaned Don's
groin. He seemed to appreciate the attention, and I was able
to appreciate it in the flaccid state.
About this time, I needed to relieve myself. As I sat on the
toilet, I realized I hadn't closed the door! Oh, well, no harm
was done, as Don couldn't see me.
We laid on the bed, eating food from the cold tray I had ordered,
and playing with each other's body. I found that I wasn't body
conscious with this man at all; in fact, I enjoyed it when he
observed me. This was now my lover, and I opened my legs when
his head was near my feet so that he could look at me all he
wanted. Then I wanted to know what his opinion of my body was.
I got out of bed, replaced the tray on the table, and made sure
that I was moving as seductively as I could. I walked around
the room, turning on the other lamps, and finally asked him for
his opinion. With a bit of a joking voice, I told him how much
of a help he'd been to me in fixing up my appearance, and then
I asked him what he thought of my naked body.
He began by telling me the things he did like. Although I'm
not twenty-two any longer and have had three babies, I didn't
think I looked badly. Don told me that the various parts of me
looked very good to him; either he agreed with my conclusion,
or he was sweetly fibbing. He did make a suggestion about my
pubic hair. Apparently it was a little long and thick for my
lover's taste.
I asked him to demonstrate how much hair he thought I should
have, and he motioned me back onto the mattress, and turned around
so that he could have access to my groin area. He sketched the
area where he thought I could cut back to, and I opened my legs
again to let him have a good view of my labia. He took the hint,
and began to lick that area. Now I had let David do that to me
on occasion, but hadn't really enjoyed it; I thought it was dirty.
But Don was my lover, and any thing I did with him was illicit
by definition. I found that the thought of him kissing me down
there was exciting. When he realized that I wanted him to do
that, he started licking the exterior of my opening, and then
putting his tongue in as far as it would go. He would lift up
and tease my clitoris with it, and soon I was ready to orgasm
again. Keeping my resolution, I let myself scream. It was a very
good one.
When I stopped screaming, and he stopped licking, I asked
Don why I had ever thought it was dirty? Don didn't answer, and
I considered the surprise my husband would have then next time
he attempted to do that to me.
I scooted around until I had my face at his groin again, and
started licking and sucking it until I had it hard again. When
it was ready, I decided that my favorite position that we had
attempted that evening was 'woman on top.' I tried that again,
and this time got Don to climax again at the same time I did.
It was getting late, and I knew I needed to go home in case
David phoned. I didn't want him to suspect anything; I'd let
him know what I was doing soon enough. Don and I showered together,
and I savored the feeling of him cleaning me. Of course, I did
the same for him. In the shower, as he had a wonderful view of
my naked body, I asked him if he wanted to have me again the
next evening. He told me he did, and we started dressing. I dressed
more slowly than he did, and after he was completely clothed
again, I kissed him goodnight, and told him that I was looking
forward to seeing him again the next evening. I went over to
the chair and picked up the telephone. The last scene Don had
that night was me talking on the telephone in only my red bra
and panties; the desk clerk was mystified when I asked for to
stay for another night when my reservation already was in.
On Thursday morning I called David in his room;
I wanted to ensure that he and Lisa had made the arrangements.
"Yes," he said, "we talked, and we're going to
go ahead. Judy, are you really sure this is what you want? I
can always cancel."
"We've already discussed this; I really think this is
the only way our marriage can last. You're going to enjoy it,
aren't you? Think, this may be the last time you ever have a
woman other than me." He admitted he was looking forward
to the evening. "Alright, then, I'm going to have a little
surprise for the two of you in the bedroom."
We talked about the trip I was taking to New York, and he
wished me well. "Enjoy yourself, dear," I told him
as we hung up the phone.
I went back to the hotel that afternoon, taking an overnight
bag with me. I decided that I'd sleep all night with Don, if
he wanted to. When I got into the room, I went into the bathroom,
got my electric razor out and gave myself a nice shave. When
I got to the pubic hair, I cut it short, and tried to trim around
the edges. The razor jammed and I couldn't do a neat job on it.
The time was getting close to when Don should be there, so I
left the room; I didn't want him to think I was too eager.
I went down to the mall, and started looking at the women's
clothes in a golf store. I found a very nice outfit and decided
to wear it. I went to a shoe store and purchased a few more pairs,
and then to Victoria's Secret, as I needed a strapless bra for
the golf shirt I'd purchased. I changed into my new outfit in
the changing room there.
Don was waiting for me there, watching golf on TV. "What
do those guys have that I don't?"
"A golf game. But they don't have what I really want."
I knew what he wanted, so I sat in his lap and kissed him. I
asked him what he thought of my new outfit. He approved, I could
tell, as the blouse showed one shoulder off, and was tight across
my bosom. As we sat there, we began petting, and soon were both
naked again. Don leaned me back on the bed, and knelt on the
floor between my thighs. As he put his mouth to my labia, I wrapped
my legs around his upper body and let myself enjoy his attentions.
I was ready for him, and before too long I was into a loud orgasm.
When I recovered, I sat him in the chair to return the favor.
I had reviewed the instructions in the book that day, so I started
licking him on the scrotum, which he enjoyed, then lapped the
length of his penis with a lot of pressure. He was telling me
how much he enjoyed that, and I took quite a bit of the penis
into my mouth. I applied my tongue to the underside of his member,
and could tell it was having the effect I wanted by the intense
throbbing. He told me he was going to come soon, and I kept the
pressure up. He spent into my mouth, and I continued to suck
until the liquid stopped spewing. I liked the taste of it; it
was a touch salty, and made the sides of my tongue tingle a little.
I got a kleenex and emptied my mouth of his sperm, and then went
back to him and cleaned him by licking the excess semen off of
him.
We returned to the bed and began fondling each other again.
I asked him how well he enjoyed my fellatio (I used the common
term for it,) and he told me that I was quite good at it. I wanted
him to think that I was studying technique, which I was, so I
told him about the book, and showed it to him. He wanted to know
about how I'd purchased it, so I told a little white lie about
getting it earlier that day. He asked me if I masturbated while
I was reading it, and I playfully told him I had and that I didn't
require him anymore, as I could satisfy myself.
I asked him about the trim I'd done on my pubic hair, and,
as I'd expected, it didn't pass muster. I told him I'd try again,
and suggested that he'd see it tomorrow, letting him know that
I assumed the affair wasn't over.
We decided to go to a restaurant for dinner. After all the
sex we'd had in the past 24 hours, I could tell that it would
take Don a while to get ready again. The place we chose was full
of men in town for a convention in the hotel, and I could tell
they were looking at me and wishing they were Don.
After dinner, we walked to a drugstore, and he purchased some
shaving supplies and a pair of scissors. I asked him what he
needed them for, and he told me that he was going to trim my
hair himself. I really thought this was romantic, and got excited
just thinking about it.
When we got back to the room, I got the book out and showed
him some pictures of women in it. The amount of pubic hair varied,
although none of them had as much as I'd had the day before,
and a couple of them had no pubic hair at all. I was curious
about this, as the book didn't mention it at all. Don told me
that some men, including himself, thought this was a real turn-on,
as he put it. I questioned him about Lisa's grooming, and he
told me she didn't normally keep it that short, and that currently
it wasn't shaved. I knew then that David had never seen one without
hair on it, and I could tell that Don was getting very excited
just talking about it. I asked Don to shave me completely.
We went into the bathroom, and I completely disrobed. It felt
a little silly, with me completely nude and he with all his clothes
on, so I had him strip too. He began by shaving my legs again
with the new razor, and it felt much better than the electric
razor did. He cut as much of the pubic hair off as he could with
the scissors, and then shaved me in that area. As he was shaving
me, the blade pulled and tugged a little, pinching me. After
he was done, he told me to rinse off, and then he shaved that
area again with a new, sharp blade. This time it felt silky,
and after Don toweled me off and applied lotion to the newly
shaved area, he told me to touch myself. As soon as I did, I
could feel the why men prefer very little hair. The difference
was similar to a person who had been wearing an overcoat to one
who was naked. As I lightly touched my clitoris, I jumped a little
from the sensuous feel. I couldn't wait to feel my lover's penis
touching my mons of venus. I dragged him into the bedroom and
begged him to show me something else that was new too me.
Don could tell I was in an adventurous mood, and he asked
me what the limits were, what he couldn't touch. I wondered what
he was thinking, but wanted to find out; I could always stop
him if I didn't like it. I told him that as long as he didn't
cause pain, I would play along.
He began by moving the furniture so that the overstuffed chair
in the room had it's back to the window, darkened the room, and
opened the drapes so that the suite was bathed by the soft lights
of the downtown buildings a few miles distant. I sat in his lap
in the chair, and we began to make out again. Don asked me to
suck on his nipples; I was amazed, as a man's chest didn't look
like a erogenous zone to me. When Don explained that his breasts
were probably as sensitive as mine, and asked me to treat him
just the way he aroused me, I knew what to do. I used my lips
and tongue to excite him and then started to apply my teeth.
First just with the edge, and then to nibbling, and finally to
biting. I kept at it until he squealed in pain so that I could
gauge his tolerance, and I went back to a more gentle arousal.
While I was applying erotic senses to Don, he was using his
hand to kindle a fire within me. When he touched my clitoris,
I again had that little electric shock because of the lack of
pubic hair. He kept at it until he brought me to orgasm. This
time, I tried again not to scream, and again I felt that the
crest of my orgasm was a little short of maximum; I'm a screamer
and that's it. My lovers will have to deal with my noise!
Don stood up and had me kneel on the arms of the chair. My
bosom was exposed to anyone who could see into the window. I
began to become shy, but then realized that if anyone could see
into the room, they certainly wouldn't be able to identify me.
I concentrated on what Don was doing behind me, which was to
lick my labia. I was getting very excited when I felt his tongue
go a little higher to the area between the vaginal lips and the
anus. I began to get nervous, and Don moved his sucking and nibbling
all over my exposed rear. He kept getting closer and closer to
my unprotected fanny, and I wondered if he was going to touch
it.
"You aren't thinking of . . " I began.
"Only if you want me to," he replied, and I began
to consider this. While he kept getting closer and then further
from it with his mouth, I knew how gentle he could be. If he
wanted to do this, then it must be alright. After a few moments,
as he got close again, I moved so that my arse came in contact
with his tongue, and he began to lick me more aggressively. I
loved it, and when he parted the ring with his muscle, I began
to think that perhaps he would put his penis into it. I was getting
very excited about that possibility when he stood up and entered
my vagina with his tool. In this position, it went deeper than
it had ever gone before, and I felt the length of it bump gently
into my cervix. I cooperated fully with his slow movements, and
began to scream. After ages, he became swift and hard in his
movements, and I felt a gush of moisture enter my hole.
Don was in so much ecstasy that he began to lurch, and I was
a little afraid that he might fall. When he was done, he tottered
onto the bed and laid there in a lather. After kissing him and
ensuring that he was alright, I got a clean wet cloth and bathed
him with it. We laid there for awhile, enjoying the glow of the
outside light and of our satiated bodies, and I began to discuss
our future. I explained that I felt that I still wanted to get
even with David, and that he could help me by coming to our house
the next evening and making love to me in our marriage bed, as
David had wanted to do with Lisa. He gained the impression that
since no one would ever know about it, it couldn't hurt anyone.
He agreed to the plan, and we made arrangements for him to enter
the house without the neighbors suspecting.
We fell asleep in each other's arms, and in the middle of
the night, Don showed me that I can scream in missionary as well
as any other position!
Don was so wonderful the next morning. We showered together
and ordered from room service, and he was concerned about the
neighbors seeing me come home early in the morning. I told him
that I had suggested to a neighbor that I was visiting my daughter.
As we parted, we told each other how much we were looking forward
to the evening. If Don only knew what it was that I was looking
forward to . . .
All that day, I was understandably nervous. I
looked for something, anything to do to keep my mind busy, and
started reorganizing my sewing room. I came upon a record that
I'd taken from the children years earlier, and remembered how
David had enjoyed it. I made a tape of it, thinking to surprise
him with it at some point. Late that afternoon, I went out to
eat; I didn't want any smells of cooking to be in the house.
Returning home, I parked the car a block away in a cul-de-sac
and strolled home, thinking of what the evening would bring.
I took a long, hot bath, and spent a long time doing my hair
and applying make-up. I donned a flimsy black negligee which
matched the necklace I had found earlier that week, which I also
put on. I took a good look at myself to the full-length mirror;
I decided that, baring any silliness such a reconstructive surgery,
I looked as good for my lover as I possibly could. I made myself
a drink, and waited in the living room for my lover to arrive.
Don's taxi pulled
into the driveway just after sunset. Letting him into the front
entrance, I took him into my arms and let him kiss me deeply.
I could tell from the bulge in his trousers that he was ready
for an evening of romance. After refreshing my drink and fixing
him one, I led him to the master bedroom. I had the quarters
arranged for love with a few dim candles burning, the smell of
perfume, and the bedclothes drawn back. I closed the door behind
us.
I encouraged Don to take off all of his clothes, and then
had him lie on the bed. I kissed him, and rubbed his body with
the fabric of my lingerie. Don used his hands and tongue to bring
me to a state of excitement, and then began to kiss and nibble
between my legs. Although I was becoming excited, as always,
I urged myself not to give into his ministrations easily. I tried
to think about other things. Father Thomas and his advice to
me came to my mind. I considered the situation, and realized
that what I had been doing would make my husband love me and
make him happier than he had ever been in my marriage. I realized
that, in a very strange manner, I was following Father Thomas'
instructions.
As Don was attending to me, we heard the sharp closing of
an automobile door. Don looked up, and I explained to him that
it was only our next door neighbors. I rolled Don onto his back,
with his head at the foot of the bed, took my panties off and
kneeled on top of him, inserting his penis into my vagina. I
was slow and gentle so that we could make this last a long time
if need be. I bent over so that my mouth was near his ear, and
began moaning softly in pleasure.
When I heard a low giggle outside of the bedroom, I straightened
up, and the door opened. My husband entered the room with Lisa
behind him and turned on the overhead light. I made certain that
my posture was such that there was no question as to how excited
I was. 
David just looked
at me slowly and silently, and then his eyes drooped to see my
shaved pubic area and the gentleman below me. I pulled Don out
of me enough so that David could not help but see the shaft of
my lover's penis inside of me. Lisa, who had been playing with
David's nipples from behind looked up to see us, and gave a little
gasp. Below me, Don craned his neck so that he could see what
the noise was, and viewed the unexpected (to him) intrusion.
I anticipated that Don would go soft when he realized that
we'd been discovered, so I moved one hand to his nipple to pinch
it hard, and the other hand to caress his testicles. "Keep
going, sweetheart," I clamored to Don, and to the others
I said, "Come sit down on the bed and watch us."
I was unsure what David's reaction would be at this point.
He'd never had much of a temper, so I didn't expect any violence,
but I didn't know if he would yell, walk out or watch. I could
see by the look on his face that he wasn't sure what was happening.
Lisa, however, showed a mischievous smile, and led David to the
side of the bed where he could sit and watch us. Lisa studied
the two of us with amusement, and then helped David to become
as unclothed as her husband and I were. She quickly stripped
to match us, and I was able to see the body that David had wanted
more than mine; I could understand his feeling, as she was quite
beautiful in the nude.
Lisa then came on to the bed. For a few seconds, I wasn't
sure if she was going to join Don and I, but she laid down on
the mattress beside her husband, and brought David between her
legs. I could see David's erect penis penetrate his lover, and
then I concentrated on the feelings in my groin. I climaxed noisily
in a short time, while David was making the grunting sounds that
I knew to be the trademark of his orgasm. I wasn't able to feel
Don's sperm entering me, and I could tell that Lisa wasn't quite
ready to come yet herself. When my husband, who still looked
confused, began to get off of Lisa, I slowed my movements and
began to come down myself.
I leaned over to Don as he was still kneeling between Lisa's
legs and kissed him with a welcome. Lisa was able to manipulate
herself so that she could kiss her husband. I truly wish that
I had set up a video camera in the closet so that we could all
watch the tableau.
I rose from the bed and put my transparent robe on. Telling
them that I was going for refreshments, I suggested that they
talk amongst themselves in my absence. I went to the kitchen,
pulled the champagne bucket out of storage, put two cold bottles
of Domaine Chandon in it and filled it with ice. Getting a tray
of appetizers that I had prepared that morning out of the refrigerator,
I carried the food and drink to the bedroom.
Lisa was divulging how she and David had agreed to make love
in this bedroom at my request. While she was doing this, Don
was playing with her upper body while David was enticing her
vagina with his fingers; I could see that there was nothing shy
about Lisa. I opened and poured the champagne, placed the tray
of food in easy reach of the bed, and went to sit on a small
couch to listen to the rest of the story. When Lisa completed
the saga, she begged for oral sex. David knelt between her legs
and began to attend to her. Don came over to sit with me on the
settee, and said, "You set this all up, didn't you."
"Some of it, my sweet. I wanted you to be my lover last
week, as a revenge for the hurt that my husband caused me. I'd
planned to keep you on the edge, and let you have me tonight.
"But I want you to know that your sweet, loving care
caused me to want you to make love to me much earlier than that.
That's why I took you to the hotel, and I'm so glad you did.
You were the first man ever to make me orgasm, and you showed
me how to please you with my loving. Oh, how can I ever thank
you enough?"
"You've already thanked me, Judy. I'm just sorry that
it has to end now." Lisa was coming to climax in earnest.
After a few moments, Lisa looked at the two of us and asked
Don what he was doing in my bed. I explained to Lisa and David
about how I had manipulated the circumstances, and how I'd been
swept away by them.
I got up and walked to the bed. After kissing David's lips,
I took off my robe, and started fondling David as Don had shown
me how to do. He responded in kind. I noticed that Lisa and Don
were gathering their garments. Just before Lisa shut the door,
I knelt on top of David and began to climax almost immediately.
Lisa looked at us, gave me a wink, and left the room.
David was still confused. I'm not sure that he realized that
the woman he was in bed with was his wife. As he didn't climax
immediately, but stayed hard, so I utilized different positions
that Don had taught me and I had learned from the book until
he reached a good orgasm inside of me. As we laid there, he began
to realize that he was with me, and that Lisa wasn't there any
longer. When it began to sink in, he ran his hands over my body,
feeling it again and again, and smiling in amazement.
I listened to the sounds in the house around me, and heard
noises coming from the guest bedroom; Lisa and Don must have
gone in there. What is the protocol in a situation like that?
I got David out of bed and dressed, and suggested that he knock
on the door and offer to drive them home. I put on a lime and
black pantsuits I'd purchased (without Don) and went to the kitchen.
David came to join me, and hugged me lovingly from behind as
I worked. When Lisa and Don descended, we went to greet them
and asked them if they'd like coffee or something to eat, but
they thought it was best that they'd be going. I quietly slipped
Lisa a jewelry box with her necklace in it, and told her that
I hoped she'd have as much fun in it as I'd had. I considered
letting Don kiss me, but decided that Lisa might take offense,
so I just shook his hand and thanked him for everything.
When he returned, I knew that David was satiated. I didn't
want him to be under undue pressure, so I just undressed him,
got him into bed, stripped my clothes off and laid with him naked
under the covers. I held him tenderly until he dropped off to
sleep.
I woke early and silently slipped out of our
bed. Taking a opaque but frilly blue nightgown, I went downstairs,
put a jogging suit on and retrieved the car. When I got home,
I changed into the nightgown. Quite late in the morning when
I heard David wake up and fiddle around the bedroom, I began
to prepare a fresh breakfast for him. He took a seat at the table,
and I could tell he was looking at my curves underneath the fabric.
"Who was that woman I was with last night?" he asked.
"Which one?"
"The only one I care about."
"Oh, Lisa!" I teased.
"Well, I guess I care about her too, but I was thinking
of you, wench!" I giggled.
David asked me to explain again what I'd done, as he'd been
in no condition to understand all the nuances of the story the
previous evening. I gave him all the details he wanted, and let
him know that the relationship between Don and myself had started
off innocently.
"David, I'm so sorry that it turned out the way it did.
I didn't plan on him becoming my lover. We just found ourselves
more and more attracted to each other, and things just happened
. . ."
"I know, dear, don't be upset. That's just the way it
happened with Lisa and I. There's no harm done. As a matter of
fact, there's a lot of good that's come out of this. I know that
we can make our relationship stronger for this."
While he went on about the positive aspects of our affairs,
I climbed up on the counter and flashed the tops of my legs at
him. He got the idea, and came over and made love to me there
in the kitchen.
As we were slowing down, we heard the doorbell. I hurriedly
put my nightgown back on and went to the door; there was no one
there, but someone had left a gift wrapped package. We opened
it to find a copy of another sex manual with an inscription from
Lisa and Don. What sweet people!
That evening, we drove north to Smith's Ford, and I got him
into the backseat where we made passionate love to that rock
& roll tape I'd made.
For the next few weeks, David and I made love at least four
or five times a week, occasionally twice a day. David told me
how much he enjoyed the new little things I did, and he asked
me to explain all of the things that Don and I did together.
He wanted to tell me about the things he and Lisa had done, and
I encouraged him to, as we needed to be done with the jealousy
that might have festered without communications.
One night, David asked me if I would like to
have Don again, or some other man. I told him truthfully that
he was enough man for me. I did suggest, however, that a foursome
with Don and Lisa might be fun. He said that if we could ever
get that to happen, it would be great; neither of us thought
that such a fantasy would ever come true.
The next Wednesday evening, we decided to go to the club for
dinner. There was only one other car in the parking lot, and
we could see that the club was very quiet. Entering the dining
room, we found Lisa and Don just getting their first drink before
dinner. Greeting us warmly, they invited us to sit with them.
At first, Don was trying to flirt with me, and I wanted to give
it back to him, but I wasn't sure how David would take it, so
I just ignored him.
Dinner went smoothly, with no friction at all between the
couples. Between courses, Lisa and I went to powder out noses,
and Lisa asked me how Superman was. I told her that I could barely
sit down anymore because my bottom was so sore from all the sex.
Then she said, "I really found Dave to be pretty good after
he got over being nervous. If you ever get tired of him, let
me have another shot, will you?" We just laughed at the
joke, and I told her that I'd swap him for Don and a share of
her sex appeal. She and I laughed about how she would see me
with my friends on Thursday's when she came in for her steam
after work, and how she always thought that I could never be
a threat.
We were seated at the far end of the dining room against the
windows, and could see whenever our waiter came out of the kitchen
to see if we needed anything. Over desert and coffee, the conversation
somehow got around to the dual affairs. David told Don how much
we appreciated his help, and asked if there was anything we could
do to repay him and Lisa. Of course, he was gallant and refused,
but the seed had been planted.
We had a few after-dinner drinks in the bar, and then said
good night to each other. This time, I let Don hug me and I gave
him a kiss on the cheek while reaching around his back to put
my hand lightly on his rear. He gave a little start, but covered
it quickly.
That evening David wanted to make love to me; I'm sure he
was thinking about Lisa's low cut gown and what was in it. I
tried a new technique on him so that he was quite satisfied.
I got him to tell me another detail about Lisa's technique while
we were going at it. Afterwards, he asked me for another detail
about Don, and I told him about his desire to have two girls
at once. He wondered about how he could make that happen, and
I suggested that I might be the second girl with Lisa. I expected
David to reject the idea, but to my surprise he seemed to become
excited. He told me to go ahead, if I could set it up.
I went to the club the next afternoon, and
happened to meet Lisa in the steambath. There was no one else
in the room, so the subject turned, as always, to sex.
"You know," I said, "Don told me once what
he'd really like."
"A threesome," Lisa answered, "just like a
typical male. Their eyes are always bigger than their stomachs."
"Well, what do you think about making his fantasy come
true? I'd be willing to assist in it, if you didn't mind."
She considered it for a few minutes, and then said, "You
know, you're right. I was thinking of what I could give him for
our anniversary, and this is going to be perfect." We made
arrangements for a week Friday, and ensured each other that it
would be a surprise for Don because neither of us would tell
him.
When I told David that I was going over to Don and Lisa's
for dinner, if he would have asked me not to go I wouldn't have.
It was his decision. Instead of being concerned about it, he
simply made me promise that I would give him every last detail
when I got home. On Friday morning, he was so excited about what
was going to happen to me that he helped me prepare.
I met Lisa at their house on Friday afternoon.
We went to the bedroom to put on our outfits, and after we had
both stripped down, I realized that the transparent bra and panties
I had brought was a set that Don had already seen. Lisa didn't
think that would do, so she insisted that I go through her chest
of drawers until I found something that I liked. I found a little
black and white maid's outfit, and she insisted that I wear it.
The bra was just a little large, but I didn't think I'd have
it on long.
When Don pulled into the driveway, Lisa waited for him in
the living room. He knew something was up from the way she greeted
him, and when I entered the room acting like a proper English
maid serving tea and crumpets, he went wild. The three of us
rolled around in the living room, and then retired to the bedroom
for some serious sex. Don had his fantasy fulfilled, and both
Lisa and I came multiple times. As the three of us were laying
naked in their bed, I was playing with Don's limp penis, and
remarked, "Too bad this things a party pooper. See, Lisa,
I told you we should have had two men, instead of just this one."
"Well, what's Dave doing?" Don asked. I could see
Lisa begin to get interested in the conversation.
"I told him to stay at home, be a good boy, and not to
do anything I wouldn't do; I mean, anything that's not proper."
Lisa spoke up. "Why don't we invite him over? It'd serve
you right, Don, for being such a wimp."
In an attempt to prove us wrong, Don tried to muster strength
in his member; it wasn't working well, however. "Alright,
let me call for the reserves." He dialed our home number,
and when David answered the phone, Don screamed for help, as
if we were abusing him, and whimpered for assistance. Lisa took
the phone and let David know he was welcome to join us. While
we were waiting for him, Lisa went down to the living room and
left the door ajar so that David could just walk in. Meanwhile,
I got some of Lisa's scarves and tied Don to the bedframe. We
turned off all the lights, and waited.
Before long, David entered the house and found his way to
the bedroom, following the sounds of Don's tortured screams.
We were waiting on either side 
of
the entrance, and when David entered the bedroom, I grabbed him
from behind and Lisa turned on some bright lights, allowing him
to view her naked body. David let us 'capture' him, and we tied
him to the bed next to Don and had our way with him. He was ready
to go, and first Lisa and then I had sex with him. We didn't
ignore Don; at one point while Lisa was on top of David orgasming,
I was fondling David's nipples and put my vagina into Don's face
so he could lick me. Finally, David was as limp as Don had been,
and we let the two of them loose. Lisa and David went to the
kitchen to get refreshments, and Don began to fondle me. When
the two of them returned and found what we were doing, Lisa took
David to the bookshelf to find another sex manual and invent
a new position. When the evening ended, I asked Don and Lisa
if they'd like to come by our house for dinner in two weeks,
and they agreed.
Before they came over, Lisa and I talked, and we assured ourselves
that we both wanted to continue the foursome. When they arrived
at our house, David and Don were acting a little shy, as if they
weren't sure if we were all going to have sex again. Lisa and
I solved that problem by going into the kitchen, stripping off
our clothes and putting aprons on our naked bodies. When the
boys saw that, the evening festivities started.
Since then, whatever the group wants to do is fine. When Don
went out of town, I told David to go over and keep Lisa company.
Of course, I did the same when Don was a temporary bachelor.
Basically, anything goes.
One night when Lisa and I were alone, she told me about a
new boyfriend she had; apparently he had a very large penis.
Lisa suggested that she'd set up a date for me with him, but
I declined; two men are enough for me. I'm sure that David hasn't
fooled around with anyone else since, either.
I never did take up golf. I tried it once or twice with Lisa,
but she's so much better than I, that I know I'd never get as
good as her, so I won't even try. At golf, that is, I think we're
about even when we go to the mattress.
One evening, the four of us were at our house, playing a game.
I won the round, and that meant that Don had to do anything that
I wanted. I started thinking about the things I like best, and
then said, "You know, they say revenge is a meal best eaten
cold. Don, that's what I'd like you to do to me, but thanks to
you, I don't think anyone will ever call me cold again."