Chapter 1

"WHAT'S THE MATTER, HONEY?" I ASKED my best girl friend and neighbor, Sally Upton.

It was Thursday morning, and we were having coffee at my breakfast nook. The sun was shining; it was a very beautiful day. I had all my housework done.

Sally looked somewhat beat, all right, or I wouldn't have asked the question. I had noticed a change in her lately, and it puzzled me. She's slender and leggy, very pretty with dark, wavy hair, full mouth and big brown eyes.

She put her cup down and wouldn't meet my gaze. "It's a kind of sensitive subject," she said, a faint flush on her throat.

I'm Diane Summers, my main claim to beauty being a full, rounded figure. John, my hubby, says I have a sensual mouth and come-hither eyes, but actually I'm overweight. I always envied gals like Sally who had lithe lines, firm contours. In almost any kind of clothes she looked sexy.

"You and Ed have a fight?" I inquired.

"No ... "

"Well, tell me, if it'll help, honey."

She sipped more coffee and lit a cigarette. I didn't smoke. Her flushed deepened.

"I'm just not ... satisfying Ed, Diane."

"You mean...? "

"I know, it's an awful thing for a young wife to admit. But he's just after me all the time ... and then about all I can do is pretend."

I was really surprised. Ed was a truck driver who didn't get out of Layton much; he was home almost every night. He did have a dark, intense way about him. He looked extremely virile, and evidently he was!

"Don't you enjoy doing it, sometimes?" I asked, laughing. I have a fairly good sense of humor, people say.

She flushed again. "If it was two or three times a week ... But gosh-nearly every night, and then he comes home for nooners..."

I shivered. If only John were that way! I was lucky to have my fun twice a week. And I'll be honest and say it wasn't nearly enough. I kept hoping things would improve. I was just twenty-three and I felt I should be really enjoying married life before we started thinking about a family. Of course, that wouldn't end it, but now was when a girl expected to get lots of loving, during the first two or three years of marriage. All kinds of nice opportunities.

How ironic, I thought. Why couldn't I have found a man like Ed? The idea of nooners thrilled me so much I felt a twinge of desire between my thighs. John hadn't touched me since Monday night; I was simply burning up for some nookie. The way he did it kind of exasperated me, too.

When we were going together I loved the way he went about it-lots of kissing and tittie fondling and pussy tickling. I'd have maybe a couple of lovely orgasms before we got down to business. But the business never lasted long enough! He seemed to think it was kind of animalistic.

He seemed to enjoy going off in my hand as much as in my you-know-what. Of course, I thought that after we were married, he would change. But he didn't. Mind you, I still loved the playing around, but I expected a lot of good virile pumping and a riotous mutual climax.

So far, I had got so little actual penis in my pussy I was simply dying for a good, robust lay. And twice a week was simply not enough, even the way he liked to do it. I was falling back into my old single-girl habit of masturbating, which is a real let-down for a young, healthy married gal. I had even thought about getting some on the side.

But I'm not the kind of broad many guys go for plump and round-faced and pretty much on the shy side when it comes to sex. I hadn't had many lays before John came along.

"I wish I knew what to tell you, honey," I said, finally.

She sighed. "If I don't give him enough ... you know, he might start chasing around. I do care for him, a lot."

Since we were being frank, I decided to carry on with it. "There are other ways to please a man."

She flushed. "Oh, I know it. But he-likes it old-fashioned. He thinks he isn't a real man if he doesn't ... you know, have his fun, inside."

My crotch was itching, believe me. And my big, sensitive titties were beginning to tingle. After she left I knew I'd have to have a come.

She took a deep breath, her dark eyes appealing. "Diane, we're real good friends, aren't we?"

"Of course!"

I realized something was on her mind. I stood up and walked to the kitchen range, returning with the coffee pot. I refilled the cups, my hands a bit trembling. We had never talked so frankly about intimate matters. I liked Sally very much. She had broadened my range of interests; she had even gotten me into a bathing suit, which I had avoided for years, and sometimes we went down to one of the small beaches for a swim. She had encouraged me to do some dieting, and I had lost a roll of fat around my waist.

She and Ed were from the Seattle area, had lived in Layton only about a year. I was the native, having grown up in a small town nearby, and I was pretty naive, really. Sally had been around quite a lot before her marriage, and with her looks, it was no wonder.

"I know this might sound kind of crazy, Diane, but I need help. Would you consider letting Ed date you?"

A hot flush ran down my body. I was flabbergasted.

"What're you saying?" I stammered.

"Well, I'd rather have him with someone I know than catting around ... somewhere else!"

"Are things that desperate?"

"Yes, honey, they are! He knows I'm pretending part of the time, and that's awful on a man's ego. I know a girl down at the company office has been hanging on his tail; it's just a matter of time and he'll be cheating with somebody."

"But ... Ed surely doesn't like me ... that well!" I protested.

She smiled. "That's what you think, honey. And I keep getting this idea that John isn't treating you right. Right?"

I flushed. I hated to admit we weren't ideally suited. But since Sally had been so frank with me, I decided it was no more than fair to confide in her. As for her asking me to "help her out," asking me to commit adultery-I would have to think about that!

I managed a dry laugh. It didn't come out funny, though. "I guess you've hit it on the head, Sally. Twice a week is all I get." I was suddenly bitter. "And then it isn't the way it should be!"

Her eyes opened wide. "How do you mean, honey?"

Oh, it was awful to downgrade my husband, but I was getting tired of his little-boy ways. Maybe I was nearly as desperate as Sally and wouldn't admit it, even to myself. Talking this way seemed to pinpoint my frustrations. I drank some coffee. Her glance was coaxing.

"Come on. You can tell me. I gave you all the lurid details about Ed."

I nodded. "Well, he plays around and plays around, and then he hardly ever ... puts it in where it belongs!"

She shook her head. "I guess we got the wrong men, honey! I wish Ed would play around more. He rushes. He expects me to turn hot in just a moment!"

Sally lit another cigarette. "Two or three times a week, with the right kind of buildup, you know, would be real dreamy for me. Oh, hell! I guess I shouldn't have shocked you by asking ... "

I was rolling the idea around in my mind, but already my body was responding. Ed looked sexy, he was more handsome than John. He had a strong, muscular body. John was a bit soft, working inside all the time, at the Rexall Drug Store. As a druggist he made good money; I couldn't yell about that.

"I haven't said no yet," I laughed.

She brightened. "Look, honey-why don't we go out tomorrow night, the four of us, and go dancing or have a moonlight picnic ... and see what happens."

"You mean, swap?"

"Well, I know it's going on. I heard about a group right here in town, with four couples. I don't think I could do that-but with someone I knew, like you ... I've seen John looking at me."

"You're so pretty, it's no wonder," I said.

"Oh, cut it out!" Her eyes fastened on my well-filled blouse. "You have me whipped all hollow in the tittie department!"

We giggled.

A rather strange sensation came over me, then. Our intimacy bred something else; I found myself admiring her figure more than I really should, as a girl. She wore pink shorts and halter, which she often did in warm weather, and very obviously our conversation had stimulated her, too. Her nipples stood out against the clingy, stretchy fabric.

Was my sex hunger giving me oddball thoughts? Would I like to have her kiss me-and play with my titties?

I shook the idea away. Wanting a man, someone else's hubby, was bad enough, without considering a Lesbian relationship.

I jerked my eyes from her pouty breasts, afraid I was flushing. Her eyes seemed to read me, though. She had had more experience that I had. Had she ever, with another girl?

"Why are you blushing, honey?" Sally murmured.

"Thinking about Ed, I guess."

She laughed. "I might drop a little hint ... If you get too blue and frustrated, maybe I could help."

Suddenly I heard the postman at the front door, and I was glad for a breather. I left the table and went out to get the mail, aware of a sweet burning in my pussy. I needed it real bad; and when she left I would have it.

As luck would have it, a plainly wrapped package came that I had been expecting, and I hid it under the rest of the mail in the living room. I had seen the ad in a confession magazine at the nearby supermarket. I don't usually read those mushy publications, preferring a good romantic novel, but this advertisement had caught my attention.

It was called a cordless massager, and it showed a model pressing it to her neck and thigh, supposedly for nerve-calming relief. Well, it didn't take much imagination to realize the real purpose, because it was shaped just like a penis! Easily cleaned and gentle on underlying feminine tissue. It was a good seven inches long. Built-in batteries made it vibrate.

I was dying to try it, but I hurried back into the kitchen to finish the visit with Sally. The suggestion of hers, about helping me out, needed some explaining-or did it?

Once we got the talk rolling again, I said, "But if Ed poops you out all the time, wouldn't it bother you if we ... experimented?"

She giggled. "I'll be real frank, Diane. With the right girl, it's so much different. I enjoy it!"

What a conversation!

"I'd have to think about that," I said, starting to overcome my innate shyness. "I never have..."

"No kidding? Where did you go to school, anyway?"

"Oh, I've told you, in a small town."

She was watching my blouse again-and I didn't resent it. There was something between us that had never been there before. Maybe she had thought of it, but I certainly hadn't. I was rather flattered.

"Well, I haven't since we moved here," she smiled.

"I was hoping we could talk about things, you know. Several times I was going to make a pass, but I didn't want to shock you."

I laughed. "I guess nothing would shock me now!"

"Some afternoon we'll have a few drinks and let our hair down, huh?"

"I'll see," I said, feeling her attraction. I had read a book recently about a Lesbian situation, and it had interested me. As the saying goes, little did I suspect my best friend was that way.

"Now, don't think I like men any less, honey," she went on, as if reading my mind. "You know how it is when you first start dating, and you get so worked up. This girl used to stay all night after we'd double-date and she showed me how."

"I think we'd better change the subject," I said, my hands restless. I was just burning.

She glanced out of the window and put down her cup. "Oh, there's Ed now. He must have gotten off early for lunch."

She stood up, revealing her slender beauty. She winked. "Today I might not mind a nooner!"

"You're awful," I said, burning with envy.

A moment later she was gone. I watched her walk across the stretch of lawn between the houses, the twitch of her sculptured rump in her tight-fitting shorts. She looked so utterly sexy and appealing I wondered if she wasn't putting me on a little about herself and Ed. Maybe this was just an excuse to swap.

If the boys were willing, we were going out the next evening. That was set, but the rest I wasn't too sure about. Sally said she would handle it.

I felt a strong urge to slip over there, next door, and find out if Ed really would want a nooner. But it was broad daylight, and spying wasn't nice. Maybe she would tell me, later.

I wish John could come home, right now, I thought. I'm dying for it!

I left the kitchen, found my package in the living room and took it into the bedroom. Fingers shaking, I unwrapped it. My panties were moist, my titties itched. All kinds of new, erotic fancies were swarming in my head. The massager was just like the pictures in the advertisement. The end sloped up a little, like a real prick.

Quickly I took off my blouse and skirt, then my bra and panties. I seldom wore slips around the house. I sat on the edge of the bed and held my big, sloping titties in my hands. My dark nipples were way out, very tender. Caressing them made me shiver.

Excitedly I picked up the massager and turned on the power. I held it against my naked thigh, and the vibrations tickled. Was I so desperate that I had to use a thing? There was something shameful about the whole business. A married girl should save her loving for her husband.

I spread my thighs and touched the dildo to my pussy. Was Ed over there now, running his hands over Sally's body, kissing her nipples? Maybe he already had it in. Mmmmm, the sensations in my cunt were delectable!

I pressed the pink head on my clitoris, and a shower of erotic sparks flew through my loins. Gosh, this was something! Ordinarily, I would have had to play around with myself awhile to get moist, but not today. I was slick with need. The conversation with Sally had been most provocative.

Crawling to the middle of the bed, sprawling my heavy thighs wide apart, toying with my tingly nipples with my left hand. I started the vibrator into my pussy.

Ohhh-it was wonderful! I turned the power off; I didn't want to come too soon. I needed a nice long session of thrills, first. You might think I was lewd and awful to be this way, but what else was there? The idea of cheating still bothered me. But wasn't I already cheating, having to masturbate?

I closed my eyes and worked the pink dandy in and out of my cunt. Ohhh, if only John would do that, give me lots of virile thrusts, go deep. I tried holding it still and bucking my hips. Mmmmmm mmm--delicious. I started to pant; my titties were firming, my nipples enlarged even more. I needed a good bed-shaking, teeth-rattling screw. Might as well admit it.

And why not imagine that Ed was giving me his shaft? The idea was very thrilling. The way I felt now I was eager to swap! I paused, glorying in the suspense. The juicy tremors in my pelvis were extremely gratifying, feeding my hunger.

A little more now. I made the bed squeak with a burst of hunches. I moaned and squirmed. I was always rather bashful about letting go completely with John. Call it what you will, but he seemed to think any great display of sexual enthusiasm was unwifely.

And, strange as it my seen, he had never kissed me between the legs. In fact, no one ever had. And I was always too backward to suggest putting my mouth on his prick, as much as I would have liked to. Evidently he considered this too animalistic, also.

A lot of things we hadn't done-like letting me top-ride. I knew Sally did, she had told me that much. I imagined it would be real fun. Since I had lost some weight, I liked to be active.

I had to have it, now. I imagined Ed was panting and his cock swelling as he gave me the long, deep strokes. My left hand went frantic on my titties, my pussy began to tingle and throb voluptuously. I turned on the power.

Sweet shudders gripped me. I let out a cry of delight. I bucked and strained and finally the heaven rolled through my loins, beat after delicious beat. Ohhhh, I was having a real dandy! I jazzed the dildo in hard and fast. My cove couldn't vibrate as fast as the object, but the sensations were simply delish!

I rested, leaving the pink prick in deep. When the last tremors faded I shut the power off. I remained there for a long time, knowing that sweet relief following a nice, hard come. Ohhh, I loved that thing.

But when I opened my eyes and saw it coming out of my cunt, a kind of sickness went through me. Having my fun alone, again. The bashful young housewife using artificial stimulations. I was ashamed. I was more ashamed than if I had used my fingers.

I usually had a let-down after playing with myself; I would feel better after a while. When I recovered I went over in front of the dressing table mirror and looked at my image. Would Ed really go for an hourglass figure after having a pretty wife around all the time?

I turned away, cleaned myself up in the bathroom and cleaned the dildo, hiding it away back in a vanity drawer. I didn't want John finding the thing. It was my very own secret.

The minute John came through the back door at five-thirty and kissed me, I knew he wanted a little. His mouth burrowed slightly and he squeezed me more tightly then usual. Well, this might be a red-letter day, after all.

After several days of nothing I could stand quite a lot of loving, even his way. I opened for his tongue, and it came wiggling into my mouth. He was very good at the preliminary stages. I softened and drank in the sensations. I pressed myself close, hoping for a few tittie squeezes. I didn't get them. He invariably waited until later, after dinner, along about eight o'clock.

"Well, you look bright-eyed," he said, holding me at arm's length.

I remembered how long I had to wait, and I had to say something. "It's been days and days, honey."

He frowned slightly. "I know. What's for dinner, anyway?"

I could have kicked him. Why couldn't we vary the routine? Why couldn't he fool around with me now, before dinner?

I watched him wander into the living room, and I was seeing him in a different perspective. He was selfish, really. I had read about men who satisfied their wives even though they couldn't join in. I always had to wait and wait till he wanted some.

I was no prize beauty, as far as that went, but he had married me. It had started when I had gotten a job in the Owl Drug Store, where he worked. I found out right away he was single, and being twenty-one at the time, with no steady boy friends, I had begun a modest campaign.

On our second date, at a drive-in movie, I let him get inside my sweater and undo my bra. His gentle touches and long, hot kisses indicated I had latched onto a real tiger. Just before the end of the first feature I reached a lovely climax, and after intermission, he opened his trousers and let me fondle his pecker. His adequate size thrilled me. He played with my legs some more and got in my panties and toyed with my titties and I had another peak. He caught his stuff in his handkerchief.

A month later I had a ring. We hadn't been in bed, yet. I was willing to go to a motel or most any place, but he seemed to be content with parking or going to more drive-in movies.

The real truth about him didn't dawn on me until the wedding night. We went on a trip up north, to one of the Idaho lakes, and that evening we were finally in a motel together. I was ecstatic. I had a reasonably virile hubby, not handsome but doing well at his work. I was just aching to have his prick in me.

Well, we turned the lights down and undressed, and got in bed. I wore a real thin shortie nightie, so he wouldn't have any trouble finding my sensitive places.

Well, he kissed me and told me how wonderful I was, and everything was building up very nicely, with his hand on my legs and pussy and his mouth on my nipples, and my hand holding his pecker. It was so good to be in a bed, at last. Any minute I expected him to climb on and take me; I was just dying for it.

I couldn't wait any longer; I had a wonderful come.

Then he kept playing with me some more, and I could tell he was getting real eager, and you know what? He started to come, and he reared up over me and I was coming again, too. He just barely touched my cunt with his prick and we both went off. He rolled away on the side, breathing hard, leaving me all messy between the legs.

I was reminded of a bull that my uncle had had to get rid of. He always waited too long, and when he came up over the cow he spurted before making the connection.

Later, he apologized; he said he had a kind of thing about doing it old-fashioned, and hoped I would help him overcome it and would try to understand.

Well, I was in a generous mood. He would do better next time. My two orgasms had been lovely, even though I still ached to take him in.

The next morning he tried to do it-I mean slide his prick in, and it went limp! He was real upset about it. I told him he would be all right soon. It took a long time to make him stiff again, though, and we ended up like the night before, only worse. He didn't even try to get above me. I just jacked him off, and he tickled me off.

The next night I began to realize he wasn't as virile as he looked. He said he was kind of upset, and didn't even try. We had a good trip, though. A lot of sightseeing and boating. I was happy.