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CHAPTER FOUR

When Johnny had gone and Trudy was left alone at last, she did a lot of thinking. She felt guilty as hell for what she had been up to. She knew she betrayed her husband, and this made her feel guilty. Yet, now and then a wave of satisfaction would sweep over her. She kept thinking about the fact that he had been disloyal with her, and this seemed to justify her conduct in her own mind.

Her girlfriend Jessica called her up and asked her to come over for lunch.

"Why, Jessica," she told her, "I just don't see how I can get over there for lunch. Look what time it is."

"I know, honey," she said, "But we could have a late lunch. I have something I desperately need to discuss With you."

"About what?' she asked her curiously.

"About my future, dear," she said, "and it can't wait."

"Well, if it's that important," she said, "I'll come over."

"Good, darling," she said, "because it is vital that we get in touch."

As she spoke with her, she became more and more aware of the problems she faced.

"I've got to talk to somebody," Jessica explained, "and you are the only person that I think would understand."

"Alright," she told her. "Where do you want to get together?"

"How about that new little restaurant downtown, in the Adams Mall?"

"Certainly, dear," she told her. "I think that would be a nice place."

She looked at herself in the mirror, and she didn't look any worse for wear.

Not a trace of guilt was on her face, and perhaps she thought she looked even better. The compliments that she had received from her young lover Johnny weren't harming her any. She needed some, and she was getting precious few from her husband.

She stepped into a smart dress and put on some shoes.

The, she put on some make-up and hurried out of the house out of the house.

When she got down to the restaurant, she was a few minutes late. Her girl-friend Jessica was waving to her to come over to where she was.

"Hi Jessica honey," she said, "so nice to see you again."

"Hi beautiful," she said, "you look simply ravishing today."

"Good clean living," she said. "You know, loyalty to one's husband and all of that crap."

"You sound as if you have been having a juicy affair," Jessica laughed.

"No," she lied quickly, "but I wouldn't mind having one."

"Don't," Jessica warned her, "you don't know what I've been through."

"Tell me, honey," she said.

"Well," Jessica began, "I think we should have lunch first then discuss it over drinks at my place."

"Why is that?' she asked her.

"Well Trudy," Jessica explained, to say is not for other ears to hear. It's very confidential."

"It sounds dirty," she laughed.

"It is dirty," she said, "and I don't like thinking about it."

The more she thought about it, the more disturbed she became.

"Now you know," she said, "I've got to tell you something about your appearance. You never looked more beautiful and I'm not just saying that, honey. There's something about you that looks like you've come to life."

"Well," she told her, "I don't mind speaking confidentially. There have been some changes in my life. And I'll tell you what."

"I wish you would darling," she said.

"It is this," she continued. "My husband Vince has suggested that we swap. And so I've had a little sexual adventure."

"You mean you've joined a swap club or something?" she asked her.

"Not a swap club honey," she told her, "but I had one swapping session. It was really wonderful."

"That can be a lot of fun," Jessica assured her. "You just have to make sure that you're dealing with clean people, if you know what I mean."

"I know exactly what you mean, honey," she said, "and I can take care of myself."

"Oh I never said you couldn't," she said, "but it's just a word to the wise."

"I'm wise about the VD epidemic and all that" she said, "and I'm not going to get too promiscuous."

"That's good," she told her. "How did you like this new man in your life?' "Well, It was a refreshing experience," she told her. "I became so bored with that limp thing sticking into me, that I didn't know what I' would do."

"You mean Vince is impotent?" she asked.

"I'm afraid he is, honey," she said. "At least with me he is."

"I'm glad you put it that way," she warned her. "Because so many of these men are having outside affairs. And they go home to their wives and they can't do anything anymore."

"The nature of the beast," she assured her.

Food was served and Trudy and Jessica enjoyed the meal immensely. Then, Trudy followed Jessica in her car to her place.

"Well," Trudy complimented her1 "you've got a gorgeous, place. I never knew you were so rich."

"I'm not rich," she assured her.

"This place looks pretty, elegant 'to me," she said.

"It's not exactly elegant, dear," she said. "but it is nice, isn't it?"

"It certainly is," she said. "And on a secretary's money, I don't know how you did it."

"Well, I'm a secretary" she said, "along with a few other things."

"Tell me about the few other things," she asked.

"First, let's have a drink,' her girl-friend suggested.

When Trudy and Jessica had, finished a couple rounds of drinks, Jessica was ready to reveal what was on her mind.

"Well," she said, "you know I went to work at that real estate office. Max's place and, Max's wife passed on. That left him alone and I felt sorry for him.

He was such an adorable old man, that I was sure I could be friendly with Max and not have to worry about sex. He's almost sixty, you know."

"Tell me about the old tiger," Trudy laughed.

"Well, that's what he turned out to be," she said, "an old tiger. It was such a shock."

"And I'm sure you weren't one bit disappointed," she chuckled.

"No, frankly I wasn't," she said. "Max was simply wonderful. We took trips together and went everywhere. You know, we went to Bermuda last summer."

"Bermuda in summer?" she asked. "How was it?"

"It's beautiful at all times," she assured her.

"Well, that's nice" she said.

Then she explained her problem.

"But you see, dear," she said, "I had to live with an awful situation. Poor Max was impotent."

"What did you do?" Trudy asked.

"You had better state it, what couldn't we do," she told her.

"Go on, tell me about it," she urged.

"I will, honey," she continued. "I insisted that he wear a dildo. It was better than nothing."

"A dildo?" she asked. "That's amazing."

"It was rather amazing," she told her. "But it was better than nothing, as I say. Well, I put up with that for three years Then, I flipped. Max died and didn't leave me a penny."

"I bet that set you back on your ear," her girlfriend sighed.

"You bet it did, Trudy," she said. "You had better say my ass, because I'm out on my ass, alone and beginning again. And those were three choice years wasted on a dildo."

"Well, after all you did for him," Trudy said, "it just doesn't seem fair."

"It isn't fair at all," she said. "He left it to his big dog Teddy. Teddy is a German shepherd dog he was crazy about."

"Well I'm glad it wasn't a female dog," Trudy laughed. "That would make it seem worse."

"Oh, you little bitch," Jessica laughed. "You can think of the most dreadful things."

"Well people are awful," she reminded her, "and you have to keep telling yourself that they are. Otherwise you might get the false impression that people are basically good."

"Well, I've revised my, optimistic opinion with everything," Jessica. said,

"and nobody gets into my pussy unless I put chains on their balls."

"Well that doesn't always work either, lover," her girlfriend explained. "Take my husband, for example. Vince was faithful at first, I guess. Then he was suddenly having to work late nights at the office. The next thing I knew, I got reports back about him making out with his secretary. Worse than that, he was sending her through night school, and putting her up in a plush apartment. All this, while he couldn't take me out to dinner. Nice guy."

"Yes," she nodded, "there are a lot of miserable people in the world."

Then she decided she would confide something else.

"I finally got even today," Trudy confided frankly. "I, fucked a young gardener who came by."

"Oh that sounds terrible," she said. "Taking up with a common laborer?"

"Well it's better than a sixty year old impotent man who had to use a dildo, isn't it honey?" she said.

"Well you have a point," her girlfriend admitted.

Then, Jessica got an idea.

"Maybe you could introduce me to Johnny," she said. "I could use a little loving."

"I don't know whether be would care to have sex with you," she quickly told her.

"Why, Trudy!" she said, "you're jealous."

"No, I'm not jealous," she insisted. "But I just don't like to put him on a spot."

"I don't understand you at all," she said. "Here you tell me about this marvelous stud you've met and you don't want to share him. That's selfish."

"Well I waited a long time for a good fuck too, baby," she said, "and now I've got one going I'm going to hang on."

"Well, can't say I blame you, dear," she said. "But imagine what would happen if I became correspondent in a divorce suit, and told what I know about you and Johnny."

"You wouldn't do a, thing like that," Trudy asked angrily.

"Well," she said, "you never can tell."

"Alright," she said, "I will suggest sex with you to him. But if he is not interested, there isn't a thing that I can do about it."

"Well I'm sure," Jessica smiled, "if you tell him what a beautiful chick I am, he will be interested."

"Alright," she agreed, "but I'm not too eager to share."

"I can see you aren't," she said, "and that's being selfish about it."

"It's not selfish at all," she said. "Everybody has to protect what is theirs."

"Don't be absurd," she said, "he isn't yours any more than he is mine. He's just a sex toy thing. And baby, it doesn't sound good for a woman of your age making so over a young fellow like that."

"If you want to have sex with my husband," Trudy laughed, "you are, welcome to him."

"I've been on that impotent trip," she laughed, "and I don't care to go on it again. And here I thought Max was going to leave me a lot of money."

"You have suffered a lot, haven't you?" Trudy said sarcastically. "I can see your beautiful apartment that Max helped you have is really a nice way to suffer."

"Bitch!" she snapped.

Finally, Jessica said that she had an early dinner appointment, and she guessed she had better start getting ready.

"Alright, honey," Trudy told her, "that's fine. I hope you have a marvelous time."

"Don't worry, I will." That evening when Trudy was talking to her husband Vince she thought it might be a good idea to mention Jessica to him. Perhaps she could peddle her off on her husband and keep the gardener boy to herself, she figured.

"Remember Jessica, honey?" Trudy asked him.

"Oh sure," he told her. "She was quite a sex-pot."

"Yes," she said, "she was."

"Did you hear from her lately?' "Yes, I did," she said. "The guy who was keeping her, passed on to his reward.

And she is, footloose and fuck free."

"I don't like you talking that way at the table," he said angrily.

"Oh, is that offending you?" she laughed.

"Don't you men use fuck all the time?"

"You're not a man," he said.

"Well of course I'm not, dear," she said. "But I'm free now to use the words that I feel like using. And if I care to say fuck, I'm going to say fuck."

"Fuck you," he said angrily.

"You see, honey," she said, "there are interesting things that happen when I use the word. You don't think it's ladylike. Maybe I don't think it's very gentlemanly to use some of the foul words that you constantly use, Vince.

Especially when you're loaded."

"Well, I haven't been getting loaded lately," he reminded her.

"Well that's true," she admitted. "However it wasn't so very long ago that you were impossible."

"You sure enjoy living in the past, don't you?" he snapped.

"Yes,!" she sighed, "it is kind of fun. Isn't It?"

"I know why you are doing this too," he said, "you're just getting even for the way that you think rye mistreated you all of these years. Well you know, honey, if I catch you going to any more of those women's lib meetings and getting ideas, I'm going to whip your ass good."

"You wouldn't dare,", she said, "because I would whip yours."

"You couldn't manhandle me," he said.

"What do you think I've been taking these karate lessons for?" she said. "Get up."

He got up and with a sudden chop she had him sprawling on the floor. He looked up at her angrily.

"Damned if I didn't marry a karate artist," he said hotly.

"That will teach you how to talk," she laughed. Sitting down, she assumed a smug smile.

"What are you smiling at?" he said.

"I'm just happy I put you in your place," she said. "It's about time somebody did."

"Well you sure impressed me," she said, "with all of the force that you used to use when we were first married. Do you remember, honey, when you would come in loaded, and start breaking chairs and things and threaten me?"

"I never threatened you once," 'he said tightly.

"The hell you didn't," she said. "Remember the time you had your hands on my throat?"

"Don't remind me," he said hotly. "At point I wish that I had squeezed."

"Well you would be in jail today," she said.

"I would not," he said, "that was five years ago. They let you out for good behavior for two or three with a good lawyer."

"Well that's true," she said. "And I suppose that you would mortgage yourself up to your jockstrap so YOU wouldn't have to pay for what you did."

"Believe me I would, honey," he said, "and it might be worth it if you go on acting like you are."

"I've been reading books on impotency," she smiled, "and I have something that I think would help you."

"What this time?" he shot back at her.

"Well," she said, "perhaps if you had two women who were making love to you at the time that would get you going."

"Not a bad idea,".he said. "Now you're talking."

"And then that will be followed by two men for me," she told him. "I think that would be juicy."

"I forbid it," he exclaimed. "I won't let you be fucked by two men. You sound like a lecherous little tramp."

"Maybe that's what I am," She said, "and you love, are a dirty old man."

"Damned if you aren't about the most disgusting dame I've ever seen."

She reached under the table and began fumbling with his fly.

'What are you doing?" he demanded.

"I am trying to get a little life into it," she said.

"But in the kitchen, under the table7" he asked.

"Well I can't think of a better place to eat dinner," she smiled.

"Well you can blow me if you want to," he said, "I just hope the well hasn't run dry."

She gave him a stony stare arid said quite frankly, "Perhaps if you would play in your own playpen the well wouldn't run dry."

"Are you hinting at something?" he asked.

"I'm not hinting," she said, "I'm just letting you know that I know that undoubtedly you are still playing around with some other woman. I don't think you are really impotent, I think you are just overtaxing that cock of yours."

He was proud of the fact that he hadn't been playing around for a few days and he was sure that he could get it hard. However, the aggressive way that his wife came at him gave him some doubts. It was a strange position for him to be in, for her to be going after it with all of her male hormones functioning.

"Does it excite you when I come on like this?" she asked with a sly smile.

"You sure come on strong, baby," he told her. "You'd better eat something that will calm you down."

"Well," she laughed, "that's what I'm planning on doing, if you will cooperate with me."

Without saying another word she bent over and slipped, her mouth over his penis shaft.

"Oh, baby," he panted, "I'm getting hard."

As her mouth moved over his penis, he reached down to guide her head.

"You're doing it just right, honey," he told her. "Get the balls."

She reached in and fingered his nuts. He loved the sensation of her fingers playing with his testicles.

"Keep that up, baby," he told her, "keep it up."

The pleasure was growing more intense every moment.

Now he was flipping out of his mind with delight and passion.

"Oh wow!" be told her. "That's beautiful. Yes, baby, that's the way to do it."

Every moment was sensational.

"Keep it up, baby," be begged. "Up and down. That's it, use the tongue. Bite lightly."

Flipping her tongue over the smooth shaft, she bit down lightly. He threw himself into it now, and lucked fast and furious.

"Oh, wow!" he panted. "That is beautiful, baby, beautiful."

The exciting sensations were building to a juicy climax.

"Eat me," he commanded. "Eat my cock."

She was eager for the juice of his loins as she had waited a long time for her husband to get a hard-on. She was so grateful that she had gone to the lib meeting, as now she had discovered a new way of approaching him. She had her sexual rights, and when she made them known, he was getting results.

"Oh yes, baby," he panted, "I feel that sensation down to my tingling toes."

Forcing it down farther, he felt the head of the shaft sliding over the back of her throat.

"Oh wow!" he gasped. "I'm cuming."

As the juice spasmed into her mouth, he groaned in delight.

"Just right," he complimented her. "That's the way I like it. Oh baby, you're really good at it."

Running his fingers through her hair, he held her there. Finishing, she slowly eased herself off of him.

"I'm glad you enjoyed that, baby," she smiled.

"It was a lot of fun doing it in here," he said, "a person doesn't have to luck in the bedroom all the time, do they?"

"Certainly not, darling," she said.

Then she got an idea.

"Why don't we use the dining table for eating?" she grinned.

"You mean I'm going to have a quickie dinner served now?' "Doesn't that sound appetizing, love?"

"Yes, baby," he said, "I never turn down pussy."

"Of course not, darling," she smiled.

She took the dishes off the table, and then she began undressing.

"I'd better make sure the front door is locked and the blinds are drawn."

"Do that, darling," she smiled, "and then strip too. I would enjoy seeing you bareass naked."

"Why, Trudy," he smiled proudly, "you haven't been like this since we've been first married."

"Isn't it wonderful?" she sighed ecstatically.

"It sure is, darling," he informed her flatly. Once the blinds were drawn he came back to the kitchen and started taking off his clothes. Then, he got a good look at her. She was stark naked in the middle of the table.

"Dinner is served," she said, and pulling her pussy apart.

He went over to her naked now, and sat on the chair.

"Move over, honey," he said. "So I can get my tongue in there."

She pulled her hands away from her pussy and moved to the edge of the table.

"Is this a better position, love?" she smiled.

"Yes, honey," he told her.

Vince gripped his wife's thighs, and softly let his fingertips pry her pussy lips apart. Then he got a glimpse of the quivering moistening flesh. Using his tongue, he stabbed it in there.

"Eat it," she insisted, "eat that hot pussy, hon.

The hot pink pussy really got him going. He thrust his tongue in there, and licked the quivering mound.

"Oh wow!" she gasped greedily, as she locked her legs around him.

She looked in the kitchen mirror, and flipped. It did seem strange to be watching herself sitting on the kitchen table with the refrigerator behind her while her husband went to town on her pert hot pussy.

"Oh that feels good, honey," she told him, "give me all the tongue action you've been giving your lovers for years."

He didn't let that pass without saying something about it. Pulling his tongue out of her, he practically yelled.

"You bitch," he said. "What do you expect of me? You know I'm not particularly crazy about eating your pussy, and then you make a crack like that."

"Sorry," she said smugly. "It slipped out. No harm intended. Go back, love, you're doing it great. Pretend I'm someone else, that girl you've been making it with on the sly for years, and you'll enjoy it more. Just close your eyes, honey, as all pussies are alike."

"That's not the truth," he said.

"If it's not the truth," she said, "how would you know if you haven't been playing around?' "Am I on a witness stand?' he demanded.

"Oh no, love," she said. "I was just teasing. Now go down there and start licking."

He went back to her asscheeks and holding her legs apart, went down there burying his head in her mound. His tongue swept her slit once more, and then he inserted it.

"Do the love button first, baby," she said, "and nibble on the cunt. That always turns me on."

He nodded, but he didn't take his tongue out. He knew if he took his tongue out to answer every question or comment on everything his wife said, he would never get her to climax.

"Oh, Vince," she said, "that's sensational. When you lap it up like that. Oh, you've got a great tongue."

Vince used his tongue like a penis now, stiffening and stabbing away with piston precision movements. He kept sliding it into her.

"Oh," she gasped excitedly. "Lick it. Lick lover, lick it!"

Suddenly she felt herself juicing.

"I'm cuming, honey," she smiled. "Eat it, lick it, love it, lap it up!"

Vince liked his wife's enthusiasm. Even though he would get angry at her now and then he couldn't help recognize what a super chick she was.

"Come on, baby," he told her, "that's the way I like it, do it, do it, baby, do it!"

He finished her off and then he withdrew his tongue and sat there on the chair staring.

"Wasn't that wonderful?" she demanded.

"Yes," he said, feeling numb and dumbfounded.

"Why aren't you saying something?" she demanded.

"I'm still numb from the shock, baby," he said. "You just aren't the same woman you used to be. You used to be timid and shy, and I had trouble getting you to do anything."

"Well I've been freed, dear," she said, "now that I learned that it's respectable for a woman to have this sexual feeling, I'm free."

"Great," he said. "That's just great."

He wondered if it was. He picked his clothes up off the floor where he had dropped them, and she got a good look at him.

"Would you like me to massage you?' she asked.

"I'm through fucking you tonight," he said.

"Can't most men do it more than once?" she asked curiously.

"Will you just leave me alone?" he demanded.

"Sure baby," she smiled.

She got off the table herself and then as she strode into the living room she thought she would have fun toying with his emotions.

"Sweetheart," she said, "would you care very much if I had an affair?"

"Who with?" he asked. "The grocery store clerk?"

"No, dear," she said, "Just some young stud who needs sex. It would be a service job."

"Well how nice for both of you," he said. "Who are you fucking around with?"

"Dear, I was just suggesting the possibility," she said.

"Well, I know you," he said frankly, "and when you talk about would it be nice, I know you've been doing it."

"Oh you have such a dirty mind," she said, "I would never fuck on the sly.

That's a trick that you men pull. You don't think a woman would do a thing like that, do you?"

"If she thought she could get by with it," he said. "I'm sure she would. And baby, from the way you've been acting lately, you require a lot of sex."

"I do," she admitted, "but I certainly hope you don't think there's anything wrong with me. Like being a nympho or anything."

She couldn't help wondering aloud about the, word nympho that Johnny had used, and she thought she would toss the word out and see her husband's response.

"Well that's just about what you are nowadays," he said huskily.

"And that's not good, is it?" she said.

"Well not for the man who has to satisfy you," he said, "It means you can't get enough. A nympho belongs in a house."

"What kind of a house?" she demanded.

"You know what kind I'm talking about," he said. "A house where chicks satisfy men all day long."

"And all night long too," she giggled.

"I'm afraid too much fucking isn't good for you," he said honestly, "it makes you act silly."

"Oh no, darling," she insisted, "it opens new horizons, new vistas, new possibilities. I've never lived so much since the time I started throwing caution to the winds and doing what I wanted."

"What about your morals?" -he said.

"Yes," she said, "what about them?"

"I mean, don't you think some things are right and some things are wrong sexually?"

"Of course I do, dear," she said. "For example, if I were to have sex with Jessica, that would be wrong as well as revolting."

"That goes without saying," he said. "Have you flipped your wig? Even talking about sex with another woman is sick, sick, sick."

"Well," she said, "there are women who do things like that"

"Don't talk about them," he said.

"Sweetheart," she said, "would you find it revolting if I asked you to tell me all about your sex life with these other women?"

"I don't care to discuss any of that," he said.

"Why not?" she insisted on knowing. "Maybe could learn something."

"You know too much already," he said. "If you knew any more about sex, I couldn't live with you."

"Why not, Vince?" Trudy smiled smugly.

"I wouldn't have the strength," he said. "You make fucking a race. It's really difficult to satisfy you."

"Now tonight," she smiled, "wasn't it beautiful?"

"Oh, we're going to win the Better Housekeeping Award for sex," he said, "doing it in the kitchen. You going down and blowing me under the table, and me eating you on the table. Oh, I would highly recommend it as a beautiful way to cement the home together."

"Well, at least it's different, dear," she said.

"Well jumping out of a blueberry pie stark naked is different too," he said,

"but I wouldn't want you doing that every night when I come home."

"I know why you said that, honey," she said.

"Now you're reading my mind," Vince declared.

"Well, dear," she said, "you speak out of the context of the male domination.

You men love to get together at those stag smokers, and have beautiful naked girls parade around nude, and you love to have naked women leaping out of blueberry pies and things like that. Am I right?"

"Look, honey," he said, "quit trying to figure the male psyche out. You'll never do it. Sure we like those naked and half-naked bunnies, and we dig those blueberry pie girls leaping out, and parading around in the buff. Why not?"

"Of course," she said. "How would you like to do such a thing yourself?"

"Are you mad?' ha asked.

"That, love, is a very good question. But it's not the one that I'm asking. How would you like to leap out of a blueberry pie stark naked?"

"I would look like a hairy ape with this pot-belly of mine, leaping out of a pie."

"Precisely," she said. "Leaping out of a blueberry pie stark naked is ridiculous. And this is what you men have had us doing for years I'm sick and tired of women jumping out of pies, going through all sorts of ridiculous performances with long black stockings, garter belts, and all the rest of that crap."

"Are you going to take all the romantic side out of life?' be demanded.

"Romantic my ass," she said. "It's sick."

"I told you, baby," Vince insisted, "you never will understand the male psyche because you're a woman. Women don't understand at all."

"Well I've got your number, baby," she said. "You're a lecher, a two-timing, loud mouth, devil."

"Now divorce me," he said. "Grant me that one request. Nothing would make me more happy than to separate the ties that bind us. Because you're squeezing those ties to the breaking point, and I can't breathe."

"Too bad," she said. "But this is just getting even for those naked dames that I've had to watch when I went with you to those horrid shows in Vegas. I think it is revolting to watch those women parading around with those little g-strings and those naked breasts. Enough to make a woman vomit, and I will not be satisfied till you've been forced to endure a naked male show."

"Now I am divorcing you," he snapped. "If I've got to go watch a bunch of naked men parading around, we're through."

"Well, dear," she smiled, "you see what you've put me through is what you would never go through."

"Men are different," he complained, "we turn on when we look at nude women."

"Well I turn on to a nude male," she said, "providing he isn't balding and doesn't have a potbelly and hair in all the wrong places."

"Anyone I know?" he asked angrily.

"If the shoe fits," she said coyly.

Now he was so angry he couldn't control his anger. He slapped her face.

"Keep your damned mouth shut," he shrieked in a rage.

In a second, she got him with a karate chop and once more he landed on the floor.

"You shouldn't talk that way to your sweet, fragile wife," she chuckled.

Vince was outraged. He couldn't even best his wife in a fight.

"So, who's superior, honey?" she demanded.

"You are, darling," he said getting up.

She looked so triumphant and so happy that he looked at her and glared, "Maybe I married a les."

"How dare you say that," she shot back at him.

"Well," he said, look how you've treated me. You've about knocked me on my ass."