Chapter 3

It was Friday and somehow Betty had gotten through the week without making one of her increasingly frequent trips to Seattle. Several times she had been on the verge of rushing from the house to find a man any man who could quench the insane craving between her legs. She knew that she would have to feel the smooth pussy-filling flesh of a throbbing penis inside her soon or she would go crazy. Using the dildo had only heightened her need to degrade herself by offering her insatiable young body to any willing male capable of bringing her to the needed orgasms.

Even George Ferguson, the elderly postman had not been exempt from Betty's scheming brain. She had readied herself for him yesterday morning, dressing in a filmy sheer wrap that concealed nothing of her beautiful young flesh, hoping to be able to work up enough nerve to ask him into the house for a cool drink. She had rehearsed the scene in her mind a hundred times, blushing inwardly at the obscene thoughts her tortured brain conjured up. Once he was in the house, she would waste no time in leading him into the bedroom instead of the kitchen, throwing aside the wrap as his flaccid penis rose and grew hard at her inviting bait. She would forget his tired old body and imagine it to be a young hard-muscled man she would close her eyes as her hungrily-devouring mouth nursed his pulsing cock into readiness, stopping the frantic sucking only long enough for the erect organ to travel the short distance to her other insatiable cavity, drawing her lovely legs high against her tender breast-flesh as the wonderful male hardness parted her pussy lips and plunged into her body, screaming out in lust as the terrible instrument filled her with the ecstasy of exploding orgasmic spasms, pleading for more, begging for him never to stop the rapturous lechery.

Betty could not go through with her plan as the tired old man trudged up her pathway! She ran into the bedroom and threw herself on the bed in shame and guilt, angry tears coursing down her fevered cheeks at the thought of what she had almost done.

This morning she had slept late, exhausted from her attempts to bring herself to orgasm with the vibrator-dildo. It had been no good. She needed the real thing! She dreaded the thought of the coming weekend if she could not persuade Steve to make love to her. Her sexual frustrations had to be satisfied somehow!

Betty went into the kitchen to prepare her lonely breakfast. She thought she would scramble some eggs but closed the refrigerator door without taking anything out. It would be too depressing having breakfast alone. She filled a cup with coffee and went into the bedroom to dress.

The bedroom seemed more empty and lifeless than ever, the rumpled bed an ironic reminder of her attempts last night to find relief from her awful craving. She went directly into the dressing room, her eyes averting the bed. She knew that it would only start her thinking about sex again, thinking about her and Steve lying there together on the big soft bed, her body being pumped full of delicious male cum!

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" Betty screamed into the empty room. In spite of herself, she could not keep her mind from the huge skilful penis that hung between Steve's legs. How could he be so insensitive and cruel! She told herself that she would make one last attempt to get him to fuck her regularly. If he refused, she would leave him; leave this awful house and the cold, unresponsive man who called himself her husband! There had to be a man somewhere who could satisfy her regularly, one whose maleness would spring to life at the sight of her voluptuous young body, one whose passions could match hers!

Almost unconsciously, Betty opened the lower right hand drawer of her dressing table, and she dug in the back for the familiar cloth bag. Pulling it out, she caressed the huge dildo through the material before taking it and staring at it as if to reassure herself that this means of relief unsatisfactory though it might sometimes be was still here. This massive machine, at least, could never reject her or make her feel cheap and ashamed of her raging lust. She brought the perfectly detailed penis up to her cheek and rubbed it against her smooth flesh as she fondled the testicle sacs. Then her eyes caught sight of her reflection in the large mirror over the table. Her face turned a bright red, and she quickly turned around, ashamed of letting herself get caught up in these lewd movements. She threw the phallus back into the drawer, slamming it shut with all her strength.

The blonde-haired young wife put on a simple bra and panties, then slipped into a housedress. She decided that since she hadn't eaten breakfast, she would make a project out of fixing herself an elaborate lunch. On her way to the kitchen, she went into the living room and pulled open all the drapes to let the brilliant sunshine fill the room with its cheerful light. She did the same thing in the dining room before going on into the kitchen. The dishes from last night were still unwashed, and she immediately began putting them into the dishwasher. She didn't want to have to look at dirty dishes while she ate lunch.

Between the humming dishwasher and her concentration on trimming the excess fat from a steak she had just taken from the refrigerator, Betty was lulled into a passive semiconscious state. She was startled by the sound of the doorbell. For a moment she wasn't sure where the noise came from. She looked around the kitchen for something that might have dropped. Then the doorbell rang again and she realized what it was.

Still wiping her hands on a dish towel, Betty stopped in front of the hallway mirror to check her appearance. Satisfied that she was presentable, she opened the front door. The young man standing there reminded her of her cousin Ronnie, the Ronnie who had so easily taken her virginity and awakened her to the bittersweet delights of fucking. She had not seen or heard of Ronnie in the four years since her marriage to Steve.

"Mrs. Winslow?"

Betty nodded her response, still a little shaken by the young man's resemblance to her second cousin. He was about her age, with a trim, hard-muscled body and was extremely handsome. She felt her eyes running quickly over his body.

"I'm Peter Michaels. I just started with your husband's company he's my boss in a way. He suggested that I get some practice by working in this area." He paused and smiled wryly. "And I guess that he'll probably ask you what kind of a salesman I am."

"Yes?" Betty said. She liked the young man, but she failed to understand why he was here at her door. Steve had never done this before.

"Didn't Mr. Winslow tell you?" He looked sincerely concerned, and Betty felt as though she had forgotten something important.

"I'm sorry. I don't recall my husband mentioning anything about you coming here," Betty replied. She tried hard to think clearly. Whether Steve had given it any thought or not, it had been cruel of him to send this handsome young man to her. She wondered if Steve could even imagine the temptations that this presented?

"Please excuse me, Mrs. Winslow. If this is a bad time for you, I'll be glad to come back when it's more convenient. Perhaps you'd like to check with your husband first." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a card, looking as though he were preparing to leave. "If you'll just phone me, I'll come back at a better time." His tone suggested that he hoped it wasn't really a bad time for her and that he could come in now.

"Wait," Betty said abruptly. She didn't want the young man to go. She wanted to have him come in so that she could talk to him, to relate once again to someone close to her own age. She could feel his eyes drinking in her lush young body and she knew that she wanted him to find her desirable. She wished that she had worn something more alluring than this plain housedress. Her thoughts were racing wildly and she had to make a conscious effort to stop the lewd images. "Right now is a good time for me. Why don't you come in and tell me what it is you're selling. I'd be happy to have you practice on me."

Betty held the door open as she stepped aside, and the young man picked up a large black case and came into the house.

"I was just in the middle of preparing lunch. If you'll excuse me a moment, I'll run in and turn off the stove." Betty started for the kitchen when he interrupted her.

"Why don't you just go ahead and eat lunch while I tell you about our products. I don't want to disturb your meal." Peter smiled at Betty as he spoke, and she couldn't help thinking that he had a very friendly grin.

"I have an idea," Betty said brightly, "Why don't you join me for lunch. There's more than enough. You can try out your technique on me while we eat." She had not intended the double entendre but it was certainly appropriate, she thought to herself.

"Are you certain it wouldn't be any imposition, Mrs. Winslow?"

"Not at all. I hate eating alone," Betty said as she led him toward the kitchen. He still carried the black case. She motioned him to a chair at the kitchen table. "What exactly is it you sell, Mr. Michaels?"

"It's a new line that your husband is trying to introduce, Mrs. Winslow," Peter said as he opened the black case. "We're selling a brand new line of women's ... uh, under things," he said, his face flushing slightly as he held up a slick, colorful catalog.

"You can buy anything you need in the way of under things without leaving your home," Peter said proudly as he offered Betty the catalog, "Isn't that a great idea?"

Betty took the catalog and flipped through the pages, her eyes noting the almost nude beautiful models who wore lacy bras, panties, and other items of lingerie. Steve had not told her that his firm was thinking of selling these things. Ordinarily they sold such mundane things as kitchenware and linens.

"Do you see anything there that might interest you, Mrs. Winslow?" Peter asked, suddenly moving from the chair and standing at her shoulder.

The hopelessly dissatisfied young housewife felt a little shiver of excitement race through her at the dark-haired young salesman's body standing so near her. It felt so good to know that he was admiring her. At the same time, she was anxious and apprehensive about his nearness as their eyes scanned the full, round limbs and breasts of the models.

"We have ... uh ... girdles and things like that too, of course," Peter said, his warm breath flooding over Betty's neck and shoulder. "Not that you would need those!" He laughed.

Betty stepped away from the young man, afraid of what his obvious intimacies might lead to. She put the colorful catalog on the kitchen table and began to prepare lunch for the two of them. Peter resumed his seat at the table and watched her work. His eager brown eyes continued to take in her full lovely figure. He hoped that he had not made a bad impression with his remark about her not needing anything to restrain the soft flesh that he found so attractive. By God, he thought to himself, she really is beautiful. Not even the plain dress she wore could conceal her loveliness.

Betty and the young salesman talked and laughed while she made a salad and put the steak on to broil. She liked his easy-going manner and quick humor. Peter began to parody a typical salesman's "pitch", his voice in mock-earnest as he pleaded with the giggling Betty to try his products. When their laughter had died away, Peter suggested that he be allowed to set the table for their lunch. Before she could say anything, the young man was putting out her best china and silver. He happily agreed when she suggested that he open the bottle of wine in the refrigerator, wine that she had bought especially to celebrate her husband's return tonight.

"Will you open the wine, Mr. Michaels?" Betty asked, putting the last of the food on the table. Peter was still standing, and he moved quickly to hold Betty's chair for her. He had the polished manners of a real gentleman, yet his motions were almost boyish. The, cork popped from the bottle when he had given it a good tug, and he smelled the cork appreciatively before pouring out a small portion to sample. Taking a sip of the wine, he let out a long sigh of pleasure, then reached over to fill Betty's glass with the ruby-colored liquid.

"Mrs. Winslow, I salute you! Your husband is indeed a lucky man to have someone as talented and beautiful as you!" Peter held his glass high in toast.

"Why thank you, sir. But you better wait until you taste the food." Betty laughed.

They fell to the feast happily, laughing again and again at his little jokes and mock compliments. Peter told her with a smile that he would be happy to give up half of his commissions if she would tell her husband what a wonderful salesman he was. Betty responded by asking him what he would do if she were willing to model the sheer little garments for his next sales call. He was only half-jesting when he replied that he would give her anything she desired if she would take the job.

Betty was happier than she had been in many long months as they sat there, finishing the last of the meal and drinking the wine slowly. She felt giddy from the wine and knew that it loosened her inhibitions. But she didn't care! A warm glow was spreading through her loins as she sat and looked at the young salesman's handsome face and body. She knew what was happening to her but her reservations fell away easily as she suddenly thought of the coming weekend, sharing the huge bed with her cold and unresponsive husband. Her little nipples hardened at the idea of being pressed brutally into the hard chest of Peter. There was no question now, she wanted this young man to make love to her! If she could have just an hour in bed with him she knew she could make it through the long, loveless weekend.

'To hell with Steve,' she thought angrily, at least someone would have the benefit of her willing young body!

"Is there anything in particular that you'd like for dessert?" Betty asked, suddenly realizing the double meaning of her words. She tried to hide her embarrassment as the young man's eyes lit up and he caressed her beautiful face and breasts with them. There was no question about what he wanted! Betty tan her trembling hands down her long slender thighs as she considered what she was about to do. Making love to faceless strangers in Seattle had been one thing necessary, of course, but somehow different. Now she was planning to let this eager young salesman fuck her in the bed that she shared with her own husband. The thought lent a further air of excitement to the anticipated act.

Peter smiled in swift response to her obvious question, and he sat quietly across the table from her, watching for her to make another indication of her desires. His lust-filled brown eyes followed Betty when she suddenly jumped up from the table and hurried into the dining room.

She stood there trying to think, her apprehensions suddenly falling away. She tried to concentrate on something other than the burning lust deep within her thighs and vagina, but the desire only became more intense. She told herself once again that it was Steve's fault! These things would never happen if he would only treat her as most men treated their wives. She had never wanted to fuck anyone but him! He was forcing her into these unspeakable acts by not fulfilling her himself. At this moment she wanted nothing more in the world than to be fucked madly by the smiling dark-haired young salesman in the other room.

"Mrs. Winslow?"

Betty turned to see that Peter had gotten up from the table and was standing at the door to the kitchen. He was smiling broadly, his eyes dark misty pools of understanding. Betty walked toward him, her mouth opening as she moistened her lips, ready to meet his.

The kiss was long and hard, Betty driving her tongue deeply into Peter's mouth, and he sucked on her tongue as though to keep it from ever leaving his mouth again. His arms held her tightly to his chest, her breasts pressing against him, his penis growing hard as she squirmed her groin back and forth.

"Peter ... we ... I shouldn't!" Betty panted as she finally broke away from the kiss. Peter's eyes, still misty, looked straight into hers and she could see the passions that boiled inside him.

"You're beautiful," Peter said in a deep, husky voice. He pushed his hardened penis into the softness of her lower belly.

Betty felt the fire in her pussy raging out of control, all thoughts of her husband gone. "Take me to the bedroom, Peter. Now! I want you to fuck me now!" Betty went limp in his arms as Peter picked up her body, carrying her to the bedroom she indicated. He was excited by his luck. Other women had indicated to him that they would be happy for his advances, but he had never fucked a woman as beautiful as Betty. It had been so unbelievably easy. Now he wanted to see her squirming under his hard-driving cock. As he placed her on the bed he reached for the buttons on her dress and began to pull them open.

"Tear it off, Peter, hurry, I want you NOW!" Betty cried, feeling the buttons being ripped open and the cool air spreading over her semi-naked body. As he struggled to pull her panties down over her legs she wiggled her hips to help him, reaching up at the same time and savagely ripping the little bra from her panting breasts. Her twin mounds of pearly white flesh seemed to jut out at his face, their pink tips already hardened with desire as he put his warm hands over them, his palms pressing against the sensitive flesh. Seeing her swift response made him wild with passion, his erect penis aching to be inside her fantastic body. He rolled over on the bed beside her, grasping her waist and turning her over so that her full round buttocks were exposed to his feasting eyes.

"Move your ass up a little, baby, I want to see your pussy," Peter said roughly, spreading her legs apart as she struggled to obey him. She drew her widespread legs apart to give him a perfect view of her puckered little anus and the yearning pubic slit that beckoned so invitingly. Peter could see the moisture already forming on the delicately-tinted pink vaginal lips and the smooth flesh inside them.

The dark-haired young salesman stared at the naked woman hunched over on the large bed, and the sheer lewdness of her position made his cock throb with excitement. He quickly unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants, pulling his shorts down at the same time to expose his thick throbbing rod, the purple head pounding with the pressure of his racing blood. His pulsing cock leaped straight out at the enticing ass-cheeks as he moved closer, his pants riding around his ankles making him take short steps.

Betty's head came around and, as she watched the handsome young man disrobe, more moisture flowed around her pussy, her hungry eyes fixed on the huge throbbing cock standing out erect from his dark pubic hair. She arched her buttocks up high in the air, pushing her breasts down until her hard pink nipples brushed against the soft fabric of the bedspread. Her body was begging to be filled with the hard flesh of the salesman's thick round member, and she reached back between her open legs in search of his pulsing cock.

"Oh, Peter, fuck me right away! Don't wait, I can't stand it. Put that gorgeous thing in my cunt, please!" Every nerve in her body was tingling with excitement as she reached frantically for the erect monster just out of reach. Peter arched his hips forward, stepping out of the tangled trousers and pushing his throbbing prick toward her slender grasping fingers. A tremendous groan escaped his lips as he felt the willing fingers encircle his pulsing penis and jerk it back and forth in wild abandon. Her buttocks came back toward the erect instrument.

'Damn, what a hot little bitch,' he thought, as she brought the rubbery flesh of his surging cock-tip up to part the hair-covered lips of her moist vagina. The soft folds of her cunt made his swollen member throb with added lust, and, when she screwed her hips back then pressed them up against the tight opening, Peter wanted to shove it all the way in, in one huge lunge one brutal cunt-filling lurch into her.

"That's the way, Peter! Shove it in now, please!" Betty moaned, working her groin in lewd circles as she felt the thick member pushing into her hungrily-clasping cuntal passage. The hard flesh seemed to swell to gigantic size as the spongy tip worked into the tight wet opening of her pussy, and then suddenly it seemed to fill her throbbing vagina with a searing power.

Feeling the tight, wet flesh of her cunt around his massive cock, Peter couldn't hold back another moment, and he slammed his hips forward to drive the lust-engorged cock far up into the depths of her womb. The slick passage seemed to wrap around the plunging organ like a glove, and he clutched her hips with his hands as he drove the cunt-jamming staff to its full length, the white-hot head crashing into her cervix.

"AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Betty cried out in sudden pain from the jolting entry. It had taken her by surprise and she tried to wiggle away from the awful ramming prick. Peter held her firmly around his impaled cock, his thick pubic hair grinding into the hairless orifice between her buttocks. The angle of his entry and her widespread legs made it possible for him to go into her deeper than she'd believed possible, and for a moment she thought she'd been injured by his massive prick. The pain quickly subsided, however, when Peter began to very slowly withdraw his long column from her depths. The lust-driven blonde-haired housewife raised her smooth buttocks up to him as he pulled his cock back, until only the throbbing head remained inside her, and she wiggled down as the long shaft of hard flesh plowed once again up inside her burning cunt. This time Betty was ready for the entry and she felt every vein of the heated cock as it sank deeply into her sensitive passage. Peter began to pick up the rhythm of fucking into her as he backed his cock out slowly once more.

"Oh, Jesus, fuck me harder, jam it in, pour the juice to me ... OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!"

Betty screamed out in pleasure as she felt his pulsing cock pump in and out of her pussy, the ragged flesh of the pink slit contracting to hold it. Her head turned to watch the massive organ driving in and out and the sight excited her tremendously. Her wanton lips were almost drooling as the beautiful cock came out, glistening with her juices, then disappeared again into the depths of her body. The slapping of his cum-filled balls against her thighs sent great waves of pleasure shooting through her legs.

"Give it to me, darling, fuck me, fffuuuuuccccckkkk mmmmmeeee!" Betty begged the young salesman, her lurching body lewdly dancing to the tempo he set by his plunging cock. She reached around her body quickly and seized the swaying sacs of his testicles with her long fingers. She could almost feel the pressure of his sperm swirling around inside them as she massaged the balls gently in the palm of her hand.

Peter jumped as her hot hand grabbed his balls, feeling the long fingers lovingly stroking and massaging the swollen mounds of flesh. It was all he could do to keep from cumming, and he tried to concentrate on something else in order to prolong the ecstasy they both felt. The

lovely young blonde-haired housewife's bouncing smooth buttocks drove him on to greater heights of physical and visual pleasure. He could see her anal opening wink in and out of view invitingly as he held her buttocks open for his rampaging cock. He knew that he could not hold back his white-hot cum much longer.

Betty's hand left Peter's swinging testicles and she drew it up into her pubis, her fingers frantically searching for the rigid lovebud of her clitoris. She gave a low moan as she reached it and began a rapid caress. Her hand was soon soaked from the hot moist cuntal juices running in little rivers through her lips and into her pubic hair.

"Shove your finger in my ass!" Betty pleaded her own lewd words making her belly jerk with anticipated pleasure.

Peter wondered if he'd heard right. Then, as she repeated her insistent demand, the idea of filling the hairless orifice began to excite him and he probed the anal furrow with a frantic finger. He leaned back to get a better view of the exciting sight, and he watched in fascination as his thick cock slid easily in and out of the woman's pussy, pulling back the ragged edges of her slit as he withdrew, rolling back in as he lunged forward with each delicious thrust.

Damn, he thought, he was going to lose his load right away, and he quickly pressed his finger against her anal ring. Working his finger around it to loosen the elastic flesh, he got so excited that he shoved his extended middle finger into the tiny puckered mouth brutally, It sank all the way to his second knuckle before he knew it, and he thought the bucking young housewife would cry out with pain. Instead, she only pushed back against the unnatural entry, and he pushed his probing finger in deeper until his palm was pressing flat against her wildly squirming ass-cheeks. He could feel his penis though the thin wall of flesh separating the two passages, and he battered his thick cock harder against her thrashing cunt to increase the tempo. Betty fucked back into him like a bitch gone wild.

"AAAAAGGGGGHHHH! Harder fuck me harder in my ass, Ronnie, pleeeaaasssee!" Betty screamed out in ecstasy.

Peter did not notice the name the girl called to him, so intent was he on his obscene simultaneous skewerings. He wanted to hold back the climax as long as he could but his balls were sending signals to his cock that it would soon be gushing the sticky white cum. He groaned.

Betty could sense that his throbbing cock would erupt soon, and she fucked harder to bring her own orgasm before that happened. She felt a strange masochistic pleasure in the twin fucking of her anus and cunt and she wanted to keep it going. She rode back against the two probing lengths of flesh like a wanton, crazy whore. She wanted gallons of his hot sticky cum to explode inside her pussy until it overflowed and ran down her heated loins. Suddenly, the long hard pole plunged deep up inside her cunt, the huge swollen head about to shoot out the delicious fluid, and she felt her whole pelvis shattered by a profusion of ecstatic joy.

"Oh, fuck meeee! Give it to me now! I'm cumming nooooowwww!" She was wild with the exquisite spasm that shook her, thundering sensations of mind-shattering pleasure, uncontrollable contractions that rocked her every nerve-ending. She bucked back wildly, the bed bouncing as her whole body resounded inside and out in her thrilling sensations of orgasm. She screamed at the top of her lungs as her cunt contracted hard around the blood-filled cock buried deep within her.

Peter felt the release of his sperm simultaneously to the hot flow of liquid from her clasping cunt, and he leaned back, holding his cock deep inside as the sensation of his cum traveling up the length of his penis sent gripping pleasure through his body. With one mighty jerk, his cum exploded from the tip of his member, the first hot burst making Betty scream with joy. Then his cock began jerking over and over as his cum shot up into her velvety depths. All of his senses were concentrated at the tip of his spewing penis. The dark-haired young salesman shut his eyes and felt every sensation of his climax resounding in every nerve. His finger jerked around madly in her tight rectum and he felt every spurt of his own cum. The milky white heated fluid spilled out around the thick shaft of his cock, covering his balls with its warmth and running slowly down the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.

Betty was in heaven! All of the frustrations of the past weeks were gone and she hung onto the pleasure like a greedy child. Nothing was important but that very moment, each and every second of it a joy beyond compare. Her mind flashed over the sensations filling her body. She felt the thrill of the hard spewing staff as each succeeding burst of hot cum smashed into the base of her belly. The strong muscles of her rectum squeezed the long finger deep within her. Her nipples brushed against the soft fabric of the bedspread, adding their own little titillating sensations of pleasure to her orgasm, and she cried for the pleasures filling her never to stop. She hoped that it would never ever end, that she would never have to face the reality of her situation. Her cunt sucked hungrily at the jerking cock, milking every drop of sticky fluid from it's dilated tip.

As Pete's cock jerked out the last of his cum, his energy drained and he fell forward, pushing Betty flat across the bed. He pulled his finger from her stretched anus, and his cock grew smaller as he lay on the still-jerking body of the woman he had just flicked so long and well. It had been one of the best fucks he had ever had and he was drained and tired.

Betty felt wonderful, sandwiched between Peter and the bed, and the spasms in her belly did not stop for several seconds. Then, the young man's shrinking penis pulled from her cunt with a wet sucking sound and she knew that it was over. She didn't want to move when Peter rolled off her. They lay there, side by side, he on his back and Betty on her belly, as they both fought to catch their breaths. It was several minutes before Betty felt ashamed for what she had done, yet she tried not to show her feelings. Peter had given her the most delicious and satisfying fuck that she had had for months and she did not want him to suffer by knowing how she felt. She was the one who had cheated on her husband. Peter had only responded in a natural way to her inviting advances.

"Thank you, Peter Michaels, that was wonderful," Betty said without looking at the man who lay beside her. He responded by gently stroking her hair, and she wanted to cry. "I think you had better leave now," she said softly.

"My pleasure, ma'am," Peter said gallantly. "There's something that I want to tell you before I leave, though."

"Don't say anything, Peter, please," Betty said without looking at him, "it would only spoil things."

Pete sat up and stared at Betty's naked back and buttocks as though he were trying to etch them into his mind. Then, after bending down and kissing her, he got off the bed. His legs were still shaky from the workout he had just gone through, but he managed to get into his clothes and smooth out the wrinkles. He stood there for a moment, fully dressed, hoping that she would tell him not to go.

Betty lay there, still and quiet, until she heard the young salesman leave the room and go out the front door. Then, she sat up and listened to the still house. She was alone again. Finally, she got up from the bed and threw a robe over her naked body, walking slowly into the kitchen. She saw that Peter had left the catalog on the table. She sat down and stared at the colorful cover as the tears slowly came to her eyes. She felt ashamed and guilty over her wanton seduction of the young man.

'God,' she thought to herself, 'make Steve more attentive and loving!'

She wondered how quickly the need for her to fuck another stranger would come unless Steve did change. Despite his actions of the past months, she still loved him and would never share her lovely young body with anyone else again if only that would happen.

Betty was still crying when the telephone rang and Steve was telling her that he could not come home that weekend. She silently cursed him and the sales meeting that would keep him away from her. He was apologetic, of course, and told her to go to Seattle and buy herself a new dress. The bitter irony of his suggestion was the ultimate blow and she felt the tears come harder as she sat there and held the telephone, her

husband's voice replaced by a dial tone.

Betty didn't know how long she sat there crying. When all the tears had dried, she got up and walked to the kitchen window just in time to see a large moving van pun into the driveway of the empty house three doors down the street. She wondered if she could face the weekend.