Chapter 1
To say that I was glad that I had left my husband would have to be the greatest understatement of the year. I was, in fact, thrilled. I never thought that I would ever get up enough nerve to be able to do it.
My name is Judy Royer. I was married about a year ago. I was only eighteen at the time. His name was Tom and he had been my boyfriend for as long as I could remember. It was one of those things that everyone thought would happen and that we, ourselves, began to take for granted after a while.
Our parents started to make plans for the wedding before they even bothered to ask us about it. I can't recall that Tom ever asked me to marry him and I can't even remember why I went through with it. But I did, and it wasn't long before I regretted it.
The first time that I ever balled Tom I was only fifteen. We were both virgins and neither one of us knew what we were doing. It was painful and not nearly as wonderful as I had always thought it would be.
For years my mother had told me that sex wasn't something to be enjoyed by a woman. You just did it to make your husband happy. You did it for your husband because he paid the bills, because you loved him, and because it was your duty as his wife. After that first experience with Tom I had to believe that my mother had been right all along.
Tom never gave me a chance to get warmed up-even after we were married. Just a few kisses here and there. He would squeeze my tits a little while and run his finger up and down my pussy lips for a couple of seconds. Then he'd push me onto my back and shove his stiff prick up into me. In a couple of minutes he'd shoot his load into my cunt. Then he would pull himself off me and tell me what a great fuck I was. In the beginning, he almost had me believing that I was.
After we were married for about three months, I invited a couple of friends of mine over to our house for the afternoon. Tom didn't like to have company, so I usually didn't have guests unless he was at work.
I was busy making coffee and getting some cake ready. I did all the things I thought you had to once you became a housewife. When I think back on it now, I guess that I must have been pretty stupid. There. I was, only eighteen years old, and I'd already given up my entire life without even knowing it.
There was one thing, however, that I was sure of. There had to be more to sex than what I was getting; though I can't really blame Tom for that lack entirely. I don't think that he knew any better himself.
This problem was the main reason that I had invited my two friends over that afternoon. The three of us had grown up together. They were my closest friends and I knew that I could discuss my problem with them without feeling like a fool.
Carol and Jan both dated a lot more than I did. They had always tried to get me to start going out with other people besides Tom. Neither one of them was very happy when I married him. In fact, I sometimes got the feeling that they felt sorry for me.
When they got to the house we exchanged little tidbits of dirt that I had missed by being-as they put it out of circulation." I had never before discussed anything of a sexual nature with either of them except little-girl stories about making out with so-and-so at someone's party.
I didn't quite know how to bring the topic up. But Tom was going to be home in a couple of hours and I had to think of some way to go about it. I knew that neither of them was a virgin and I couldn't think of a delicate way to approach the topic. But I had to know what it was all about. So I just blurted out, "do you ever have an orgasm when you fuck?" I thought that they were going to fall off the couch from shock. Suddenly I thought that I had been a bit too indelicate about the whole thing. They just stared at me with their mouths open for a little while before Carol finally broke the silence.
"You mean that you don't?" she asked.
"I mean that I'm beginning to think that there's something wrong with me." They were looking at me strangely now. I couldn't tell whether they were laughing et me or wanted to help me with my problem.
"Nobody has an orgasm every time that they fuck," Jan commented.
"I know that Jan, but I never have had one."
"It might not be your fault," Carol said. "Sometimes a guy has to play around with me a good long time before I'll let him put his cock in me. That way I know that I'll be able to come when we finally do fuck." I stared at her. Before that moment I never realized that a girl should also have something to say about what goes on in bed.
"But how do you tell someone not to fuck you until you are ready for it?" I asked her.
"You just open your mouth and tell him. That's all there is to it." Now I was beginning to feel silly that I had ever brought the topic up.
"But what if after you tell him, he still won't wait?"
Jan looked at me as if I were some sort of nut. I've never known a guy who didn't go wild when a chick told him to suck her tits or to eat her pussy. They love it when you talk dirty in bed to them. It's as if all their fantasies are coming true."
"I don't think that I could get up enough nerve to tell Tom to do those things to me."
"Look, hasn't he ever asked you to do things for him?" Carol was beginning to show a real concern for my dilemma. "Hasn't he ever asked you to suck his cock or play with his balls?"
"Sure he has!"
"And you do it for him?"
"Usually, but only when he asks me to." Now I was starting to feel like a real idiot.
"So what's wrong with you asking him to do something for you for a change. I'm telling you, Judy, all you have to do is talk to him about it. I don't think that you'll have any problem if you just tell him how you feel."
By the time they left, they had managed to convince me that all I had to do was get over my shyness when I was in bed with Tom. If I could do that, I wouldn't have any more problems when it came to my having an orgasm.
I told myself that there was no better time to get started than that very evening. I had dinner ready as usual when Tom got home from work that evening. He gave me his usual "aren't I lucky I'm married" kiss at the door and ignored me through most of dinner while he read the evening paper. He was doing something that he thought all husbands were supposed to do.
When we got into bed that night everything started out the way it usually did. He started to kiss me on the mouth, and then I felt one of his hands groping at my tits. His other hand, as usual, went down to my pussy in his attempt to get me just wet enough to stick his cock in me. Tonight was going to be different, I thought to myself. I wasn't going to make it that easy for him any more. He was going to have to work for it a little more than usual. I didn't want to think about what I was going to say to him. I knew that if I did, I might lose my nerve. When I felt him start to push me over on my back, I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him away.
"What do you think . . . " I put one hand over his mouth. From the look he had in his eyes, I thought that he was going to punch me in the face any second.
"I want you to eat my pussy first!" I couldn't believe that the words had actually come out of my own mouth. I don't think he could believe it either. I took my hand away from his mouth.
"Come on, Judy, can the crap! I wanna fuck, not play games with you."
"I'm not playing games with you, Tom. Every night since we've been married it has been the same thing. Don't you think that I ever get frustrated? I'd like to have an orgasm, too, you know. You never pay any attention to my body, just so long as you can fuck me and get your rocks off. But what about me, don't you think that I'd like the same consideration?"
"Look, Judy, I work hard all day long so that I can support you and pay for this house we live in."
"So what's that supposed to mean? That I'm not allowed to enjoy sex? That I have to satisfy your every desire?, ,That if you tell me to suck your cock I'm required to do it whether I want to or not? What's wrong with me? I'm not ugly! If I were, you wouldn't have married me in the first place. There's a lot more to sex than just getting your dong hard enough to shove it in me until you've had enough."
He looked as amazed as I felt at hearing those words coming out of my mouth. In a way I couldn't really blame him. After all, the past three months I had never said a word to him about any of this. I had just let him go ahead and do whatever he felt like doing to me-which, other than poking his cock into my hole, wasn't very much. Now here I was, screaming at him like a Seventh Avenue whore.
His look of amazement soon turned to a look of anger. He turned over on his back and just stared up at the ceiling. I suppose, though, it didn't occur to me at the time, that I must have shot down his ego. I had just told him that he was a rotten lover. Even though it was true, no man likes to be told that.
"Don't you have anything to say?" I asked him.
"Why don't you just go out and fuck somebody else and see if its any better!"
I couldn't believe it. Did he really think that he was such a great lover? That all there was to sex was shoving a cock into a pussy? I was furious. I bolted out of bed and started to get dressed.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"To fuck somebody, else!" I yelled as I slammed the door and walked out of the house.
I went to the public phone on the comer and called Carol. I hoped that she would still be awake. I knew that she wouldn't mind putting me up for a night or two until I cooled off a little bit.
She was still up when I called. I told her exactly what had happened. Having known Tom for almost as long as I had, she sounded as though she were almost expecting my call. I told her that I'd call a local car service and be over as soon as I could.