Chapter 7
Barbara's recovery back to normalcy was slow. She remained on the bed luxuriating in the rapturous glow that permeated her body. Her excursions into the wilds of abandoned sex play had made a new woman out of her. The lingering effects of her session with Billy disappeared. She got up, showered, and dressed.
The thought occurred to her that she didn't have to wait until Herman dragged up his projector to see movies. There were movie houses in the city that had better films. Talkies! She could watch the fuck pictures and hear the sounds of erotic pleasure. It would be interesting to see how others reacted to salacious stimulation. A gleeful chuckle rippled in her throat. Frank would have a fit if he knew she was going to a porno movie! He would have a bigger fit if he knew about the way she was fucking around!
It served him right! If he didn't know how to take care of what he had, he didn't deserve having it!
She started out of the apartment. Mel Tyler accosted her.
"Hey! When are we going to have another session?" he demanded. His face was split with a lewd grin. He tried to make the question sound amusing.
"You were lucky the first time! Don't press it! I have a suggestion for you," Barbara answered. "Go find yourself somebody else that can stand you! If you can't, you can always fall back on old reliable! Your hand!"
His face clouded angrily. "Don't be such a fuckin' smart-assed bitch! Either you put out for me like you've been doing for those punk kids or else!" he threatened.
"Or else, what?" she demanded. She stood there growing angry. She couldn't understand why she was wasting her time holding a discussion with this creep.
A smirk crossed his face. "I could tell your husband or even the cops. How would you like to be raided and caught in the act of corrupting the morals of minors?
"And you're the type of a sonovabitch that would pull a stunt like that!" she said, nodding in agreement with herself. Barbara paused in pretended deliberation. She sighed in resignation. "Okay! You win! Thursday morning at ten o'clock! Is that okay with you ?"
"That's better!" he retorted. "I knew you'd see it my way after I put the squeeze on you."
You're in for a bigger surprise, you dirty bastard! she said silently. After I get through putting the squeeze on you, you won't be so full of piss and vinegar!
Barbara gave him a saccharine smile. "You'll have to excuse me now, lover boy, I have some shopping to do. See you Thursday morning!"
She stepped into the waiting elevator and left him standing in the hallway. Her fertile mind was already working on a plan to resolve this annoying problem regarding Tyler. If it worked out right, she would be rid of him once and for all.
There was other things to think about. Despite her recent loss of inhibitions, Barbara was a little self-conscious about entering the theatre. She was thankful for the darkness. Inside the movie house, she looked for an isolated area. After locating a spot, her eyes focused on the action from the screen.
The girl on the screen was doing an expert job of sucking off a well-endowed stud. The movie was better than Herman's films. Herman's movies could never compare to the close-up shots on the huge screen.
Barbara was partially aware of the man that sat down alongside of her. He had his fly unbuttoned and was exposing his stiff cock. She heard him whisper an obscene offer.
"Fuck off, buster!" she snapped with authority. It was a loud whisper. "You got three seconds to get your ass away from here! Otherwise, I'll run your perverted ass in.
"I don't need any more arrests today. So, move!"
The man hurried away from her. Two other men got up and left. She didn't know whether they left because of her or not. Regardless of the reason, her ego enjoyed a big boost.
After a half hour of watching the movie, Barbara left. The picture had little plot and the repetitious sex was becoming boring. It offered little enlightenment to what she already knew. She decided to go back to the apartment and play with the toys Billy had bought for her.
Barbara went to her hiding place where her erotic toys were kept. She took the double dildo and after some fumbling, managed to fit the twin phalli into the complementary holes. Gingerly, she stretched out on her bed.
The small rectal vibrator was turned on and held against a nipple on her tit. Her erogenous node tingled from the contact of the pulsating plastic tube. She trembled in anticipated excitement as her full breast became congested with the erotic stimulation.
She closed her eyes and exhaled a sigh of pleasure. "Mmmm!" The tingling sensation overflowed and moved through her body. Her hand switched on the other vibrator. Immediately, her entire body was engulfed with the dull prickle from the sex gadgets. The mechanical aphrodisiac actuated her mind. Visions of lascivious episodes crowded into her brain.
One incident had Billy and a number of his friends in her living room. There was music playing. She couldn't make out the tune. It didn't matter. She was swaying sensuously as she danced for the group. Slowly, she disrobed, removing each item of apparel tantalizingly.
When she was completely nude, Barbara proffered her body to them with obscene gestures. Her hands rolled over her large round tits. The palms cupped the full mounds. Her lips pursed and she emitted lewd sucking sounds.
She rolled her hands along her sides down to the hips. Her legs were splayed, slightly bent at the knees. With the same unhurried movements, Barbara caressed her tempting flesh. Her hands moved about her flat abdomen and traveled towards the inside of her thighs. Deliberately, she avoided the gash between her thighs.
Her palms lambently massaged the inner thighs while her hips sensuously gyrated. In this fantasy scene, all the boys were staring at her lustfully. She could feel the heat from their hot cocks hungering to fuck her.
The searching hands moved upward. Her fingers reached for the shorn lips of her cunt. As though parting a curtain, Barbara drew the lips apart. The glistening folds of damp pinkish meat stared back at her audience. She stuck the two forefingers inside, running them up and down.
"Who wants to fuck me first ?" she asked the crowd.
Everyone stood up, all clamoring for the privilege of sampling her wares. In her dream, Frank was present also. He was demanding his right to fuck her.
She enjoyed this new status. Especially, Frank having to compete with others for her favor.
"The man that fucks me has to suck me off!" she declared.
For a moment, there was a pause. "I'll do it! I'll do it!" Frank agreed.
He pushed forward from the crowd. "Kneel and start sucking!" she demanded.
Frank knelt in front of her. His hands clasped her ass. She felt his forehead press against her stomach. His mouth covered her moist quim. The flat blade of his tongue passed over the venereal slit. Barbara felt her husband's mouth hungrily lavishing her cunt with strong licks. His tongue slid along one side of her snatch and then the other.
She felt the tip of his tongue pushing into the vestibule of her wet box. The tip of his nose rubbed her clitoris.
"Eat my clitty!" she demanded.
Frank shifted his oral maneuvers to her clitoris. His lips closed over the engorged node. With a strong vacuuming suck, he captured the node between his lip-sheathed teeth. Clamping down, he nibbled softly on the sensitive meat.
One of his hands slipped between her thighs. A searching finger found its way past the puckered sphincter of her ass. As he sucked on her clitty, he fingered her hole with a slow frigging motion.
Her hands cradled his head, drawing his face closer to her hot pussy. "Eat it, baby, eat it!" she urged!
Frank responded to her salacious exhortation. His mouth and tongue evoked strong erotic thrills of rapture. She felt his oral spatula dig into her cunt. It scraped the oozing flesh, absorbing its hot juicy fluids. Her cunt was wet with Frank's saliva mingled with her vaginal emissions.
Her imagination inspired by the erotic calenture evoked lascivious episodes.
The mechanical philli continued to produce the tingling rapturous sensations. Her body rolled on the bed with the double dildoes imbedded in her ass and quim. Alternately, she pressed the other vibrator upon the nipples of her tits. The effect send prickling slivers of ecstasy sticking into every nerve fiber.
Barbara straddled two worlds. One of reality and the other of fantasy. Her body was aware of the titillating vibrations that embraced her in a blanket of ecstatic rapture.
That was reality! Her mind transferred the erotic voluptuous sensation into an imagined erogenous charade.
In her fantasy, Frank's mouth was devastating her twat. Low growls of rapturous approval gurgled in her throat. She writhed on the bed. "Grrrrnrrrr! Grrnnnrrr!" The growls rumbled in her chest. Her thrashing body was bathed in perspiration. She was being slowly basted from the heat of her passion.
Barbara manipulated the twin dildoes, frigging the two orifices wildly. Her hips rocked in frenzied thrusts. She gyrated and shook her pelvis in cadence with the fucking thrusts of the fake cocks. Moans of anguished rapture filled the bedroom. She was in the throes of a series of violent orgasms.
The pulsating climactic discharges shook her body as the juices sloshed in her quim. Her body trembled from the violent turbulence. No sooner did one orgasmic wave diminish than it was replaced by another.
Barbara was enervated by the drain on her nervous system. She deliberately kept the vibrators tantalizing her erogenous holes long past the point of endurance. After removing the erotic toys, she remained gasping on her bed. It felt as though the vibrators were still operating. Her body was a mass of dull throbbing tingles.
Her tits bounced up and down erratically as she breathed in rapid respiration.
Weakened by the erotic play, Barbara sat up with a great deal of effort. She swung her legs over the side of the bed. Standing up, her legs buckled. She collapsed onto the bed.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, realizing the extent of the effects.
She lay on the bed, waiting for her strength to return. Feeling stronger, Barbara attempted to rise. This time, successfully! She looked at the clock on the end table. It was almost 4. Normal again, Barbara quickly hid her erotic acquisitions.
After straightening out the bed, she stepped into the bathroom for a quick shower. When Frank came home, everything had to look normal.
He was home by five-thirty. Fortunately for Barbara, she didn't have to prepare a heavy meal during the summer months. Frank preferred salads or something light.
Frank asked her how she spent the day. Barbara shrugged her shoulders and reported a dull uninteresting day. In turn, she inquired about his day.
It was a social ritual. Frank talked about running around to see customers. Sales were getting tougher to come by. He was meeting a lot of resistance. But due to his salesmanship, effort, personality, etc., he was managing to meet his daily quota. It sounded like a one-man admiration society.
Frank complained of being tired. The heat and exhaustion from running around knocked him out.
For the first time, Barbara was discovering her husband in a new light. She was beginning to understand his language.
His complaint about being tired had a different connotation. It means, I'm tired and I don't feel like getting laid tonight!
The lament about business and his successful endeavors also had a special meaning. He was saying, I am a wonder boy! Even though things are tough, I manage to succeed because I am so sensational. You should bow down in the presence of such a fabulous person. Be thankful that I am taking care of you and that I bestow you with gifts.
His indifferent inquiry about the manner in which she spent her day also meant something else. He really didn't care; it was obligatory on his part to ask.
She managed to play his little game. She made the proper solicitous remarks. All her answers were the proper ones.
There will be some changes made soon, she vowed silently. You have a marital obligation to me and I intend to see that you fulfill it.
Her thoughts dwelled back on his sexual hang-ups. She reflected on the sexual fantasy she had with Frank eating her out. That too would come to pass.
In her preoccupation of her projected plans to change Frank, she started to leave for a cigarette. As she left the room, she caught herself. It wasn't time yet for Frank to discover her recently acquired vice.
"Would you like to watch TV?" she offered.
"Now! I think I'll hit the sack! I'm beat!" he replied.
"All right, dear!" she answered. "I'll watch TV for a while. Good night!"
He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and murmured a response. She watched his departing figure.
"Get all the rest you can now," she murmured softly. "After I get through with you, you'll be yelling 'uncle'!"