Chapter 9
The Canasta game had lasted a lot longer than Sarita had expected. There was Rose Ann, always doing anything possible to win, even if she cheated a little, and both Pearl and Marilyn had to take her down a peg. One entire set had to be re-played because Rose Ann had been caught cheating.
Pearl, like Sarita, loved sex, and always wanted to rush home to her husband. The man sometimes spent two or three days away from home, and as a result, whenever he was home, most of the time Pearl was with him she was in the sack.
Rose Ann, on the other hand, was very indifferent to sex. She didn't talk about it, and from all appearances, wasn't overly happy about the way her husband made love to her.
Marlyn was what one might term a "normal" woman. She enjoyed sex, casually made references to it, hinted that she and her husband went at it twice weekly, sometimes a little less, and that she was content with the feelings he gave her.
Sarita loved boasting about her husband's lovemaking abilities, but at no time did she ever hint what she had done for a living prior to becoming a big TV star. As it was, she knew the other three girls envied her a little. Hers was the most active sex life of them all. She had heard that each of these three women had, at one time or another, attempted to seduce her husband, but she shrugged that off, finding it difficult to believe. Not that it bothered her since she knew Ernie was true-blue.
Now she was home, expecting to find Ernie awake and waiting for her, and surprise, he was fast asleep in their bed. Nana was also asleep. Bert had not yet come home.
Although Bert had given her the screwing of her life earlier in the day, her mind had primed itself for some lovemaking with Ernie. She therefore tried waking him up, but he was really knocked out. She smelled the whiskey on his breath and wondered what had happened to make him drink himself to sleep. Probably something at work. Still, this didn't solve her own problem. She was hot and horny, and in dire need of cock.
Going down to the kitchen, she made herself a cup of hot chocolate in the hope it would make her feel drowzy. She sat sipping it, watching TV in the living room, but she didn't feel the least bit tired.
The front door opened and Bert came in. He smiled at her, feeling somewhat awkward in her presence now, knowing she was angry at the way he had forced her to copulate with him. Yet he wasn't the least bit sorry he had done it, and he knew, deep down, neither was she.
He was therefore surprised when she turned off the TV set and asked, "What were you doing with Bob."
"Movies," was all he said. "Did you pick up girls."
"No!"
"Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure. Hey, ma, why the third degree?"
"It's simple," she replied. "I'm all worked up and I need a kind of sedative, but not anything chemical."
"Huh?" he asked, sitting on the sofa along with her. There was utter silence between them for a moment, as the boy huddled against the back of the sofa, looking at her. Then his eyes widened as her fingers leaped out and gripped the zipper tab of his fly.