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CHAPTER ONE

The bedroom was, chilly, and Doug Barstow shivered as he stretched his hand out and flipped off the overhead light. A yawn made him shudder again as the room plunged into a deep, complete darkness. As he hurried for the bed across the cold floor, rubbing his naked arms, he hoped Val wouldn't be in the mood tonight. His wife took it very personally whenever he couldn't get it on, no matter what his reasons were. He didn't think he could face another fight. So far it had been a thoroughly miserable day; his body ached with tension. He sighed with relief as he dropped into the warm bed, pulling the covers up around him. All he wanted to do was sleep.

The instant he lay down was like pure ecstasy: he could almost feel his spine melting into the mattress. It was as if his tensions had turned to liquid, and were flowing out of him, causing his entire body to tingle with pleasure. The bed was soft, yet firm, buoying him up, caressing him with tiny fingers of pressure. He stretched and turned, letting the luxurious feeling fill up inside of him. In his imagination, he felt as if he were floating on a soft, warm sea, weightless, relaxed, drifting off…

"You'll never guess what Monica told me today," Val said. Her voice had a nervous titter in it.

"Oh…" Doug moaned softly.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm really tired, Val," he said, yawning to prove the point.

"Don't you want to hear what Monica said to me?"

"Can it wait until morning?"

Valerie, who had been lying on her back, turned abruptly onto her side, facing away from her husband. She curled her pillow in half under her head of long brown hair. From the suddenness of the move, and the stiffness of her body, Doug knew he had offended her.

"Good night," Val said coldly.

Doug experienced a momentary pang of guilt, which he quickly repressed by reminding himself of how tired he was. But not all of the guilt was buried away, and with a sigh, he turned on his side, facing her, curling his body across her shoulder and down her arm, while his soft, dormant prick nudged gently against the cheeks of her ass. Strands of her long hair tickled under his nose.

"Good night," Doug said softly, hugging her.

Val didn't respond in any way.

He remained like that, holding her in his arms, pressed against her stiff, unyielding back for a long time, and then Doug let go and turned back the other way. Silent anger was a small price to pay, and he gladly accepted it. It could have been much worse. With his pillow punched into the proper sleeping shape, and his back to Val, he squeezed his eyes closed with a sigh.

"Good night," he repeated.

He was almost asleep, sinking down into the gray layers of his fatigue, when he sensed Valerie turning on the mattress. Her body pressed up against him, her tits pushing up hard through the gauze of her nightgown, and she ran her hand down into Doug's pajama bottoms. While her fingers pulled on the limp softness of his penis, she ground her pussy into the curve of his ass. His rudeness was forgotten, her anger short-lived. Obviously, his wife was in a horny mood.

"Ohhh…" Doug said, pulling himself out of his sleepy mood, manufacturing a moan. "Oh."

There was only one way to handle this, he realized. Clearly, Val was too aroused to accept a passive rejection from him. She wanted to come. If he didn't give her what she wanted, he knew they'd be up half the night, arguing. If he was to ever get back to sleep, the only practical thing to do was get it over with quickly. He would fuck her deep and hard. He'd make her come.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes," he answered.

"I thought you were tired?"

"I was tired. But now I'm not." Doug closed his eyes and tried to think himself into a hard-on. He pumped his hips, driving his cock through Val's curled fingers. "You woke me up."

"You don't feel very awake." Val pinched his semi-hard prick. "I don't believe you."

Just as abruptly as before, she released his cock, and turned back around the other way. Val had her back to him again. It was as if she were asking for proof.

Concentrating, Doug tried to give himself a hard-on. As he turned slowly around, moving across the mattress toward his wife, he slipped his hand down into his pajamas, working the rubbery flesh up and down. He thought about all the things which usually gave him a hard-on. He thought about the first time he ever fucked Val up the ass, and how she came just from the way it felt when he pushed his cock into her rectum. He thought about the time on the crowded subway when he pushed his hand up under a woman's skirt, and she let him, rubbing her through her panties until she came all over his fingers. Finally, he pretended to himself that he was seducing Lisa Cole, his secretary, and not Val, and it worked. The thick, hard shaft of his cock throbbed between the cheeks of her ass.

"You don't believe what?" he asked, grinding his cock in and out.

"That you really want to make love to me."

"But I do."

He slid his hand up over her hip, grabbing her tightly. His cock was angled up between her thighs, pressed closer to her anus than her pussy. Dragging up the hem of her nightgown until it was above her hips, Doug could feel the warmth of her flesh. He pulled his hot cock through the opening in the pajamas and positioned it between Val's legs. Across the head of the shaft, he could feel the cool, silky rub of her panties. They were already wet.

"Doesn't this feel like I want to fuck you?" he asked.

"But you're tired."

The hand which was on her hip, holding her in place against him, slid down over the bulge of her pussy, until he was cupping her through her panties. He could feel the thick, furry growth of hair which covered the broad mound of her cunt right through the thin, silken fabric. He dug his fingers down into the base of her fleshy vee, where her panties were sopping wet. The tip of one finger speared between her thick, hairy cunt lips, and he could feel her clitoris throbbing maddeningly. Pressing down into the swollen nub, stroking it expertly, Doug continued to hump his naked cock back and forth between her grinding thighs.

"Oh…" Val moaned softly, excitedly. "Oh!"

The tip of his prick was pushed deeply between the lips of her cunt, prevented from entering her fully by the saturated material of her panties tautly stretched across the entrance hole of her pussy. Val could feel him hard and thick between her lips, teasing her with the threat of slithering penetration, and her cunt squeezed tightly in anticipation. He could feel her excitement under his fingers as she ground her clit shudderingly around and across the tip of his prick as her pussy lips gripped him. Wetness flowed copiously down, drenching the crotch piece of her panties, smearing itself like a thick, fragrant oil all over the top of his cock. Doug humped her hard back and forth, his dick ramming down her slit from the cheeks of her ass, until he could feel his prick under his fingers as he masturbated her. Across his belly, he could feel the regular tensing of her ass cheeks, her body pressing back against him as she tried to impale herself on his cock.

"Oh, God… I'm so horny!" Val moaned, her eyes closed tightly, wicked, forbidden desires filling her thoughts. She squirmed against her husband, grateful for the hard, throbbing shaft she felt wedged between her cunt lips. "My skin feels like it's on fire! God, I want to fuck!"

In his imagination, the words were being spoken to him by supple, redheaded Lisa, who he would have given anything to fuck. And it was her body – young and firm and tantalizing – which was pressed so hungrily against his loins. Doug's cock throbbed and stiffened, and he pulled the hair away from her neck, nuzzling the back of her ear, stroking wetly, electrically up, and down with his licking tongue. Slipping his right hand under her, wedged between her body and the mattress, he pushed his hand down into her panties, so that both hands were fondling her pussy. His cock hammered up and down. Without losing a stroke, the rubbing of her clitoris was transferred to his right hand, while his left slid up her body, under the crisp, rustling nightgown. Doug cupped her left tit in the palm of his hand, squeezing the firm orb in long in and out grips which drew his fingertips up the length of the fleshy cone until he was pinching her nipple. While he did this, nuzzling her ear and neck with his tongue, he masturbated her clitoris with his right hand, and he fucked his long hard cock in and out between the lips of her cunt.

"Oh, God, do my tits!" Val moaned, thrashing back and forth excitedly. She ran her hand down between her thighs, pressing Doug's fingers against her clitoris through her panties, and then further down until she could feel his naked cock humping between her cunt lips. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking it as it stroked her. "Play with my tits… and my pussy… oh, God… I'm so turned on! Do anything you want to me!"

A good hard fucking, Doug thought, sliding his left hand down from Val's tit, until he had his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties. In his fantasy, the panties were on Lisa Cole, and he began to eagerly pull them down over her undulating hips. He could feel her true wetness and the warm softness of her naked flesh on his cock. The lips of her pussy were drenched, and they opened effortlessly, loosely. He could feel the stiff, scratchy tickle of her pubic hair all along the shaft of his drilling cock. A good hard fucking is what she needs, he concluded. Nothing elaborate. They were reduced to fundamentals… like animals. A good hard, deep fucking!

Doug continued to pull her panties, until they stretched over the bend of her knees, down her calves, and off, over her feet. Her thighs splayed wide apart, without the restrictions of material inhibiting her, and she ground her loose, open slit against his prick, excited by the effortless way it moved back and forth. Pressing her against him, thrusting his hips up hard at a deeper angle, he rolled her toward him, and buried the tip of his shaft in her cunt hole. He continued to roll, dragging her with him, until he was on his back, and she was lying on top of him. With one hand on her tit, the other buried in her slit, urging her clitoris with deep; grinding pulls, he began to fuck her from below. Inside, her body was a hot, molten mass of oozing flesh. His cock slicked upward into it, swallowed by her hairy flap right to his balls.

"Oh… no," Val moaned, thrashing from side to side on top of him, her eyes opened wide as she stared straight ahead. "Not yet… not… too soon… Ohhhh… oh!"

"Yes… yes!" Doug urged, filling and emptying her pussy with long, deep strokes. He rolled her swollen nipple between his thumb and index fingers, and pressed directly down into the fat pink nub of her clitoris with the middle finger of his other hand. A good hard fucking! "Fucking you… fucking you… I'm fucking you!"

The next thing he knew, he and Val were in the middle of another argument. Something had happened, something he did, or she did, or didn't do, and the mood was completely shattered, and they were screaming at each other at the top of their lungs. Lately, no matter what they did, or tried to do, it always seemed to end up this way. Doug grabbed his pillow, ripped one of the blankets off the bed, and, stark naked, stalked out of the bedroom.

"I'm going to sleep on the sofa!"

"Go ahead, you jerk!" Val screamed after him. She threw her pillow at his back, but missed, and it thudded dully against the wall. "You asshole… You animal… If you think I'm going to miss you in my bed, you're out of your Goddamn mind… Pig!"

"Fuck you," Doug shot back, its full impact lost in the loud slam of the bathroom door. "Bitch!"

He was still muttering to himself as he stood in front of the toilet, his thick; swollen cock in hand. He masturbated in anger, out of frustration, trying to crowd out every image of Val's naked body. He came powerfully, fantasizing that his hot, bubbling sperm was spewing down Lisa Cole's wide, sucking throat.

"Go ahead, you jerk!"

The last word whipped out of Val's mouth as if she'd hurled it along with the pillow that she threw at Doug. Missed! It wrapped halfway around the doorway, half in and half out, and it made a plopping sound as it fell to the floor. A moment later, Doug stepped over it, kicking at it with his foot, but missing. He muttered something.

"You asshole!" she screamed, shaking an impotent fist at her departing husband. Sometimes she wished she were a man so she could sock him. "You animal! If you think I'm going to miss you in my bed – you're out of your Goddam mind!" She thought again at what he'd done, at what he'd tried to force on her. The chauvinist… "pig"!

Val watched him walking down the hallway, the blanket and pillow under his arm. She was kneeling on the bed, with her legs splayed wide apart, her long brown hair hanging down in her face. She brushed the hair away with her clawing fingers, spitting them out from between her lips. The pale silhouette at the end of the hallway threw the pillow and blanket onto the sofa, then turned toward the bathroom. With an ungainly haste, she staggered to the edge of the mattress, climbed down from the bed, and ran across the room toward the door. Doug was just entering the bathroom as she stopped to pick up her pillow to throw it again. One hand was on the doorknob.

"Fuck…" Doug began, the obvious conclusion lost in the bang of the bathroom door.

"Jerk off – see if I care!" Val cried, her voice small and feeble against the ringing echoes of the slamming door. She straightened, pillow in hand, and was tempted to slam the bedroom door back at him. But she resisted the bait, and she very carefully, tensely closed the bedroom door. Under her deep green nightgown, her firm pink tits heaved as she sighed. She shook her head. "You jerk…"

Walking very slowly, Val carried her pillow over to the bed. She placed it down, puffing it mechanically, and then straightened the tossed sheets and blankets. When the bed was remade, she sat on the edge of the mattress near her night table. Shaking the pack of cigarettes, she drew one out and inserted it between her lips. Her hand was trembling as she tried to force the dancing flame from the cigarette lighter onto the end of the swaying white cylinder. They made contact once, and she sucked down the thick, rich smoke into her lungs.

The asshole, she thought, shaking her head. Val exhaled, spraying a widening fan of smoke out in front of her. In the darkness, the burning ember of her cigarette, held between her tightly gripping fingers, made tracings and wild geometric patterns which seemed to glow eerily. Always in such a hurry, she thought. Likes to get right down to it. No technique, no consideration. Just crude fucking. The old in and out. God.

What about me? she asked herself, shaking her head in agreement. Aren't I a person, as well? Don't I have any rights? But he didn't even want to listen to me. He was too tired to even hear what I had to tell him about Monica. Val drew sharply again on the cigarette. The asshole, she thought. If he'd only bothered to listen, it would have probably turned him on as much as it's turned me on since Monica told me! But no, he'd rather fight. Stick it in! Jesus Christ.

Val took one more drag on the cigarette, and crushed it out in the ashtray. Christ, I can't believe that of Monica. I would have never guessed it. And then, not only to realize it, but to act on it – and then to tell me about it! – well that took guts. I've really got to give her credit. I wonder if I should do it?

Thinking about what Monica had told her made Val get all wet and gooey between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, grinding them up and down, and she stuffed the front of her nightgown down between her thighs to sop up some of her flowing wetness. Her body quivered as the scratchy fabric rubbed against the tense, tender cunt lips, making her remember how aroused she was. In turn, that made her remember Doug, who had failed her, and her resentment bubbled up once more.

It's as if he really wasn't even there with me, Val thought. As if his mind was faraway, somewhere else, dreaming or sleeping. She glared at the bedroom door, as if she could see through it, as if she could see through the bathroom door as well, until she imagined she knew what Doug was doing in there. It was as if he had betrayed her. And then he had compounded the offense by what he was doing, while she was all alone, left high and dry, and feeling… frustrated. She didn't have to remain that way, she knew. If Doug could do it, so could she.

Val got up from the bed and walked back to the bedroom door. For a moment she listened, and then she pulled the door quietly open. Peering down the unlit hallway, she discovered that the bathroom door was still closed. She imagined what he must be doing to himself in there, and that made her reclose the door with a self-righteous snap. Automatically, her fingers reached to twist on the bedroom lock. Something made her stop.

Let it stay open! she thought, nodding her head firmly. If he wants to come in – let him. For all I care, let him see me doing it. I'd love to show him I didn't need him for everything!

And that, too! she thought, snapping on the bedroom light. Let's really give him a good show.

Feeling very free and liberated, Valerie Barstow marched over to her dresser. Bending down toward the bottom drawer, where she kept her vibrator, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. She stopped to study her reflection.

Wide brown eyes, framed by long brown hair, Val knew without any conceit that she had an attractive face. A beautiful face. Possessor of majestically high, flaring cheekbones, wide, sensual lips, and a long, aristocratic neck, she was a model before she married Doug. And, like a fool, as she has so often thought, she gave it all up to be a mother and a wife. There was no doubt in her mind at all that at the root of their marital problems was a deep, ingrained bitterness and sense of frustration. That much of it was inner directed did not seem to matter much in the way they got along. She had been a silly girl with a naive image of marriage. A long six years later, Val was a lot wiser, and a great deal more angry. She had no intentions of wasting another moment of her life.

Her hands clasped themselves around her waist, pulling the material of the green nightgown tautly across her breasts. In the mirror, her eyes studied the results. Val had never been exceptionally big-busted, but she certainly was far from being flat-cheated. She had nice high, firm, full bright pink tits, with long pink nipples that were incredibly sensitive. The nightgown, flattened her out, and she stripped it off over her head, standing there in front of the mirror stark naked. Long, firm fingers scooped under the orbs, and she watched herself squeezing them in the mirror. Her nipples grew long and hard, tingling as she pinched them between her fingertips. Marriage had been kind to her, and her breasts were just as firm and high as they ever had been. She ran her hands down between her thighs, fluffing up her dense brown pubic hair, spreading her cunt lips so she could see their wet, red glistening insides in the mirror.

She stepped back, sucking in her breath, thrusting her tits out boldly. With a cold appraisal, she followed her shape in the mirror. Her belly was flat, her hips wide and full, her ass cheeks firm, and her thighs were rounded and well shaped. There was a supple fullness about her frame, like a carefully nurtured flower which had bloomed into confident maturity. She was at the peak of her life, and she intended to live it out fully.

Val bent down, opened the drawer, and took out the vibrator. She was smiling when she stood up. She just remembered what Monica had told her.

Monica was her friend from before, when she was a model. Both had married early in their careers, and kept in contact mostly by letters. Two years ago Monica got a divorce and resumed her career, and was doing very well despite the layoff. That afternoon Val had received a letter from Monica who said she was finally "coming out". Monica declared that she was a lesbian. She confessed to Val that she had been living with a woman for almost a year, and before that, while she was still married to Henry, she had a series of affairs with six or seven other women. She also said that she was dying to meet with Val again soon, so she could try her out. The letter bragged that she had become an expert at licking pussy.

I wonder if I should do it? Val asked herself again, hefting the long white cylinder of the vibrator in her hand. She climbed up onto the bed and laid down on her back, her legs spread slightly apart. The idea of being made love to by a woman made her cunt lips quiver with desire. I wonder if I should do it?

Val began to think about coming. She placed the vibrator down on the bed next to her, within easy reach. Her eyes closed, and she set her thoughts drifting, thinking languidly of fucking, hoping that some image would catch hold. Thoughts of men with long, fleshy cocks filled her fantasies. She thought of black men… of sperm spewing down her throat, pumping up into her pussy. Women excited her imagination, and she could feel their breasts against her belly, could feel the tender tickle of a tongue fanning between her cunt lips. Val's body trembled. She ran her hand down over the mound of her cunt and began to masturbate slowly.

Val fantasized that she was being made love to by Eddie, the young boy in Benson's Market, who delivered the groceries. Eddie was young and slender, no more than sixteen or seventeen, and more than once he had been the subject of Val's masturbatory fantasies. With tight, curly blond hair worn short, and a quick easy smile which would easily qualify as a boyish grin, the thought of Eddie's cock driving hard between her thighs made her pussy wet with anticipation. She suspected his cock was very long and slender, hard as only a young man's cock can be, probably capable of coming three or four times in succession without losing any of its eagerness. More than once she had suppressed the urge to grab him through his tight jeans whenever he made a delivery, and each time she didn't, she masturbated furiously the moment after he left, always sorry she hadn't. It had been a long time since she was really fucked, deeply, powerfully fucked, and her pussy ached for the thick, driving steel of an impatient young dick. As she masturbated, her pussy growing thoroughly wet, she imagined how it would feel to be plowed by Eddie.

Her fingertips slipped over the furry mound of her cunt, inserting themselves between the flap of her cunt lips. The flesh oozed stickily open, and the hard red button of her clitoris throbbed powerfully. Val slid her fingers down into the alit, all the way down until she pressed them into her pulsating clit. She began to masturbate, slowly at first, only gently, tenderly, and then faster and faster, pressing down hard, deep, until her pussy squished from the torrent of juices flowing out of her.

Excitement made her flesh tingle, her nipples stiffen with rigidity. Her legs spread further apart, lifting, bending at the knees, and she began to twist and grind her hips in lewd abandonment. The muscles in her ass tensed, her spine stiffened, arched up, as she began to hump her naked, leaking pussy against her swirling fingers. Small gasps and cries of pleasure escaped from her grimacing lips, and a film of perspiration coated her naked body. As her right hand worked round and round, winding her up toward orgasm, her left hand inched across the mattress toward the vibrator.

Eddie was eating her, and Val was going wild in shameless excitement. Her legs were thrown up over his muscular young shoulders, and she was humping her pussy in his face. She could feel his tongue lapping up and down between her cunt lips, stroking her from her asshole to her clitoris. Tight spasms of electric like pleasure surged through her each time he fucked his tongue up into her quivering hole. In her imagination, she reached down between her widely parted thighs and grasped Eddie's head, smearing her oozing pussy all over his face.

"Fuck me!" she moaned, two fingers drilling in and out of her spasming cunt hole. Wedging the tip of the vibrator under her ass, Val turned it on. It hummed in her hand as she picked it up, transferred hands, and pressed the shuddering tip between her cunt lips. "Fuck me, Eddie… fuck me!"

Holding the flap of her cunt lips open with the fingers of her left hand, Val worked the tip of the vibrator up and down her crotch. Beginning at her anus, working her right hand forward, she stroked the buzzing, prick like shaft down between the lips of her cunt. When she came to the entrance hole of her cunt, she inserted the tip of the instrument slightly into her, holding it in place by tensing her vaginal muscles, and by gripping it with her cunt lips. As the vibrator quivered, sending ripple like vibrations deep into her pussy, she got hotter and hotter; and her cunt got wetter and wetter. The vibrator began to slide in. She arched her hips up, squeezing her eyes tightly closed, and the vibrator continued to slither into her, without its ever being touched. Her cunt literally ate it up, swallowed it whole, until only the stubby white tip protruded between the widely curving lips of her cunt.

Eddie began to fuck her, very, very slowly. Inch by inch his cock slipped into her, his thick, round pink shaft, until it filled her completely with the most wonderful hardness she had ever experienced in her life. She arched her hips up to meet the downward plunge of his shaft, and her fingers moved automatically to the lump of her clitoris as she brought herself off.

"I'm coming!" Val moaned, flitting her clitoris with her fingernail, and ramming the vibrator savagely in and out of her cunt. "Fuck me Eddie… fuck me… oh God… I'm coming… oh."

The second time she came, Val lowered her legs, closed them, and let the vibrator hum her to orgasm. Buried deep inside her, setting up a aeries of vibrations which built steadily, inexorably, until she was coming again. The third time she came, instead of thinking about Eddie, she found herself fantasizing about her own husband. No matter what she did, she could no longer escape from their very serious problems. Sooner or later she knew she was going to have to do something about that.