Chapter 1
Glenda Norwood descended the long staircase of her gracious New Jersey home slowly. It was a beautiful fall morning, and she wanted to spend it doing something nice. Perhaps she could persuade her husband, Philip, to join her in a long stroll through the wooded parks of their area, or a ride at their riding club. Phil was so busy these days, working long into the night, and even on week-ends, like this one.
Glenda sighed as she walked through the big living room into the airy, spacious kitchen. She began to fix breakfast. She went to the refrigerator, and took out fruit, and went to the cabinets for bowl and spoon and knife.
As she washed and cut the bright, red fruit, she was struck by its frankly sexual quality. The luscious berries looked like the tips of excited breasts or a hard red clitoris that was throbbing from passion.
She blushed, and her body heated as she worked. Glenda was a lovely looking woman. She was slender and small, with a neat, trim waist, very round buttocks, and ripe breasts. Her hair was soft and dark, and framed her pointed white face. She hadn't yet dressed as she sat in the kitchen of her elegant house, and the only garment that covered her sexy body was a scarlet satin bathrobe, a birthday gift one year from Phil.
Glenda returned to the refrigerator, and took out some thick white cream. She poured it over her berries, thinking of how much it resembled come. "Damn it!" she thought, "it's been too long since I've gotten laid!' She began to eat the sweet fruit, concentrating on the milky smoothness of the cream as it slid easily down her throat, and the hard, sweet nuggets of the berries. She felt it growing damp between her thighs.
She sat there, enjoying the food, and looked out the large picture window. The trees were just beginning to turn, and their russet and golden-tipped leaves swayed in the wind. She surveyed the well-tended lawn, with its neatly manicured hedges and trees. Her eyes rested on Oscar, the Norwood's silky black cat.
She got up from her chair, and opened the sliding glass door that led to the yard. "Oscar, " she called, "here kitty, kitty!" But Oscar ignored the calls of his mistress. He trotted off a ways, seemingly with some real purpose in mind. Glenda laughed, she was so fond of him. "Oscar!" she cried, as the cat scurried off.
Glenda slipped outside quietly to follow him. He moved along on his padded paws until her reached a little clearing in the trees, and then he stood stock-still. Glenda looked in front of her, and saw the reason the cat had been ignoring her calls. A soft gray angora cat named Abbie was standing at the other end of the clearing, and was gazing intently at Oscar. Abbie belonged to the Norwood's neighbors, the Andersens, and Glenda had seen her often prowling about the yard.
The two cats stared for a few minutes, and then Oscar hopped off in hot pursuit of Abbie. She scampered away into the bushes, away from the inquisitive eyes of Glenda.
Glenda listened for the sound of their thrashing about, and very silently set after them. After a moment or two, she pulled away a hedge, and without attracting their attention, she was able to observe the two animals mating.
Oscar had mounted Abbie, and was digging his sharp little claws into her back, and his pointed teeth were on her neck. Abbie was howling and screaming, her body rocking in pain-or was it joy? She yowled, but she didn't seem to be struggling too hard.
After a few minutes of thrusting and wailing, Oscar must have come, for his body stiffened, and his eyes widened, and then he climbed off Abbie's back. The two cats slunk off in opposite directions.
Glenda was shaking and sweating slightly-not so much from her exertion in the garden, as from, well, she had trouble admitting it, even to herself, but she was aroused. The passion of the two animals had triggered off some animal passion within her own, lovely body.
She made her way back to the house, with Oscar close behind. She stroked his head, and his neck, and poured him some cream when they reached the kitchen. His pink tongue darted in and out of the bowl, lapping it up eagerly. "Yes, there's a good kitty, '' she crooned, 'I'll bet you're tired after all that romping about with your lady friends, huh?" Oscar purred, and nuzzled against Glenda.
Glenda-went upstairs, and stripping off her satin robe, slipped into the shower. The hot needles of water made her nipples throb with pleasure, and she arched her back.
She washed her hair with jasmine-scented shampoo, and her body with lemon soap. She worked up a thick and stiff paste with the lather, rubbing it to her skin. She brought the soap down to massage her aching clit, and rubbed it back and forth a few times. Then, she even slid it deep into her cunt, pretending it was a big, hard cock. She rinsed well, and stepped out of the shower.
Shaking off her wet hair, she reached for an enormous, sea-green terrycloth towel, and wrapped it around her naked form. She dusted her skin lightly with baby powder, and went into the bedroom, where her husband Phil was working.
Philip Norwood was a very ambitious young architect. He had married Glenda while still in college, and in the early days of their marriage, couldn't get enough of her sweet, silky twat.
Now, at the age of thirty-one, he had immersed himself deeply in his work. He was sitting now, clad only in a terry-cloth robe, bent over his work table.
He didn't look up when Glenda came in. She came up right behind him, and put her arms around his broad shoulders. "Hi darling." she said.
"Hi."
"What are you doing?"
"Working on the plan for the new playground."
"Let's see-looks good."
"I hope so."
"Phil..."
"Yes, honey?"
"Do you have to work today."
"Well, yes. Why?"
"I thought we might do something together..."
"What, Glenda?"
"Oh, I don't know..." Glenda's voice trailed off, and she started to massage his shoulders and back. He put down his pencil, and closed his eyes.
"Phil?"
"What?"
"Turn around!" Glenda had stripped off the large towel, and stood naked before her husband. Her red nipples quivered, and her white body swayed slightly. Her pussy hair was damp and still smelled of her lemony soap.
She gently reached down with her hands and took on of his hands, and drew it up to her quivering breast.
"Glenda, honey, not now!"
"You always say that!"
"I'm working!"
"You're always working!"
"Later, darling, later."
"Famous last words!" she said, and flung his hand back. She pulled on a pair of blue jeans, and a bright, aqua T-shirt, and stormed out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind her. Phil sighed, and went back to his work.
Glenda was furious. He never had any time for her any more, that wretch! She didn't even suspect that he was making it with one of the women at his office, not because she trusted him that much, but because he was too damned busy! She had never been unfaithful to him, but maybe this was the time to try it!!
She walked on and on, thinking her angry thoughts, and paying very little attention to where she was going. She looked up, and saw that she was at the home of her best friend, Diane Kummings.
She rang the bell for a long time. Diane appeared at the door, dressed only in her husband's striped cotton shirt.
"Hi, Glenda! Why so glum?"
"Oh, I just had a fight with Phil."
"Well come in and tell me about it."
"Thanks, I will."
"Want some coffee? Croissants?"
"Coffee is fine."
"You dieting?"
"No, no, I've eaten already."
"Now, tell me what's the matter."
"Oh, Diane, Phil just never want to make love anymore. I'm so horny I could die! He never touches me, nothing! Hasn't fucked me for about three weeks!"
"That's too bad! Sure there's no one else?"
"I'm sure! But there will be for me if things don't change a bit!" Diane munched on her croissant, thinking over her friend's problem.
"Look, maybe he just needs a change. Try something kinky!"
"Like what?"
"In the shower, in public, an orgy maybe."
"Diane"!"
"Well, you asked. Do you want a pussycat in your bed, or a lion, honey?"
"A lion I guess..." Glenda's voice trailed off, thinking of Oscar. If all pussycats were like that! He looked like a tiger, that kitty of hers!
"...Glenda, pay attention! This is important!", Diane said. Glenda hadn't even realized her friend was still speaking, so intent was she on her fantasy about the cat. "What were you saying, Diane?"
"I said, lots of men get turned on by watching their wives play with themselves."
"Really."
"Yes, really."
"Oh, I couldn't."
"Yes you could! And should."
"You really think it helps."
"Worked like a charm on Bob."
"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt, could it."
"No!..
"OK, then, I'm going."
"Finish your coffee first. And be sure to tell me everything!" Glenda drained the last of the coffee from her ceramic mug, and headed for the door. She walked home slowly. Diane's idea had seemed silly at first, but maybe...after all, she and Bob seemed to have a good thing going. She reached her yard quickly, ard went into the living room.
She went over to the expensive stereo, and selected a jazz record with a sultry, throbbing beat. She then drew the curtains, so a soft, subdued light filtered through them. She shed her clothes, and leaned back on the black velvet sofa that spanned almost the entire width of the large room.
Glenda opened her legs wide, and began to stroke her body. Her hands went to her cherry-capped tits, and rubbed them until the nipples were once again stiff and hard. The other hand slowly strayed down to her soft white tummy, and moved in slow circles around it.
Then, she moved her hand down to her crotch, and parted the silky black hair between her legs. Her fingers found their way to the bud of her womanhood, the little, rapidly stiffening clit. As she stroked it, she moaned with delight. Her hand found the rhythm, round and round, caressing the lips as they gently parted. She slid a finger into the well-lubricated little passage. Her other hand kept fondling her tits.
Soon, she was writhing around, her hips taking, their "cue from her little hand. Her breath was audible and hoarse, and sweat broke out on her forehead. 'Mmm, this is so nice, " she thought. And her hand kept up its steady, caressing motion.
She was so absorbed that she didn't notice her husband walking into "the room. He had missed her, and was sorry about their quarrel. He had come looking for her before, but she was out, so he went back to his work. When he heard the music coming from the living room, he assumed that she had come in again, and went in search of her once more.
"GLENDA!" he almost yelled, shock and surprise filling his voice. "What in the name of god are you doing there like that? Close your legs! At once! What's come over you?"
"Phil, I ...well, you see, I..." but she dissolved into tears, her body still hot from her unsatisfied passion. "You see, " she continued, "Diane told me that...well, she said that...you...that you might be turned on if you saw me' playing with myself! And I'm so frustrated! You're always too busy, or too tired! It's been weeks! Weeks! I'm going crazy!!" and she broke down and wept.
Her husband felt sorry for his display of temper. He put his arms around her, and started to rub her back. "There, there, I'm sorry honey. You're right, I should be more accommodating of your needs. Sorry I lost my temper for a moment. I was a little shocked, that's all." He rubbed her back, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her body. Then, he leaned over, and kissed her deeply on the lips. Glenda felt her nipples jump to attention again, and she put her hand to the hardening mass between his legs. "Not here" he murmured against her hair, and lifted her in his arms. He carried her up the stairs, and put her gently on the bed.
'Damn, ' she found herself thinking, 'why is he always so tame? So gentle? I feel like a bitch in heat, and I want him to fuck me until I scream and holler and whine for more!'
But Phil, though he loved his wife, was not such a lover. He cared for her in his own way, but he was not given to wild sexual experimentation, or unusual cravings. As a matter of fact, he preferred to have sex once or twice a week at most these days, in a loving, tender way, that involved the giving and receiving of pleasure. But not Glenda. Although he didn't know it, she was as wild as an untamed animal, and was given to unspeakable longings, so perverse she couldn't even name them to herself.
Phil was now tenderly tickling Glenda's breasts. His hands caressed her thighs, and opened them. He stroked her moistening lips, and then prepared to enter her.
"Phil..."
"Yes, love?"
"I want you to, uh..."
"To what, angel?"
"To lick my pussy!!"
"Glenda..." Phil didn't even like it when his wife used words like that. He couldn't imagine where she picked them up. And he had never liked oral sex, not even in the first, halcyon days of their marriage. He looked now at the gleaming parted pussy lips.
"I can't, darling, you know that"
"Why not?"
"It's not that I don't love you, because you know I love you very much, but I just don't enjoy that sort of thing."
"But Phil, it feels so good! Let me do it to you!"
"God, no."
"Please?"
"NO!", and he rolled over away from her, and began to sulk.
"All right, I won't ask anymore. Sorry."
"It's OK."
"Not mad?"
"No." and he embraced her once more, sliding his dick deep within her as he got on top.
It was always the same, she could predict all the moves. The slow strokes that he started with, the familiar sighs, then moans, as he increased the pace. Soon, the little squeals of pleasure, and then, the final thrust, the warm come seeping into her, wetting her walls, and hidden chambers.
Glenda was so bored she could scream. He pushed against her, gently, so gently that she feared she might fall asleep beneath him! The pressure aroused her poor swollen clit, but only because she was so painfully horny already. She experienced a mild orgasm, caused a slight tremor in her body.
Once he felt that his wife had come, Phil came too, just as she might have predicted it. He rolled off of her, and breathed quietly for a few minutes.
He turned to her, saying, "How was that for you?"
"Oh fine", she lied.
"Really, Glenda?"
"Yes."
"I know I can't give you, well, give you what you feel you need from a man. But it isn't that I don't love you. I adore you. I think you're the most wonderful woman in the world, you know that don't you?"
"Yes, I do, Phil." and her eyes filled with easy tears. Why oh why couldn't she be satisfied? What was wrong with her? She had a wonderful, brilliant husband, he loved her, and was good to her. He took her out to elegant restaurants, and vacations to exotic places. He bought her beautiful clothes, a heavy pearl necklace, a solid gold bracelet. And yet, she was not happy. She dreamed of wild, orgiastic sex, of pleasure, of sin.
"Why, Glenda, love, you're crying!" said Phil, and held her while she sobbed. Soon, her tears ceased, and she drifted off to sleep.
In her sleep, Phil noticed that she moaned and groaned a lot. What he didn't know, was that she was dreaming of an enormous black man who sucked her clit until, it was aching and sore. Just as she was about to come, the man in the dream was transformed into Oscar, and he kept licking her cunt with obvious relish. She awoke, covered in a deep, sopping sweat. For the second time that day, Glenda stepped into the shower.
This time, though, instead of letting the water turn on her horny body, and fill her senses, she made the water freezing cold so that her teeth chattered. She was hoping to drown out the flames of the unnatural lust that was consuming her body.
When she had finished, she dressed again, in something prim and proper. She went into the garden, and sat in the sun, reading a book. Phil was upstairs at work. Glenda's nerves were calmed a little from the sex, feeble as it was, and more from the icy shower she had taken. She went into the kitchen, and made herself some lunch.
She brought the cottage cheese and whole wheat toast out onto the patio, and sipped her iced tea. Yes, she was feeling better, much better. She was going to be a better wife to Phil, less demanding, and perverse. She would try and fill her time with useful and interesting things, helping the blind, taking up yoga or pottery, babysitting for her sister's kids, anything.
The book slipped from her lap, and fell, unheeded, to the ground. Oscar came purring around, looking for his mistress' warmth, and the nice cream she gave him from time to time. Glenda's eyes were closed; she was thinking. When the cat wound his way around her bare ankles and gave a tentative lick to her bare ankles, she jumped up in alarm. '
"Oh my goodness Oscar! You scared your mommy! Is that a nice thing to do? Hmm?" Oscar just purred, and looked up at her with friendly, trusting eyes. Glenda gathered him up to her lap, and picked up the fallen book. She began to read, with the cat curled up against her.
As Glenda read, she noticed an odd warmth spreading from her loins to her stomach. She looked down, and saw that Oscar was squirming in his cat- like way, and rubbing his velvet body all over her lap. It felt wonderful, and the warmth it engendered kept spreading.
She looked at the book, but she could no longer concentrate on on it. The printed pages turned into a blur before her watery eyes. Oscar kept on rubbing and purring, waiting for her to stroke him behind the ears, which she did from time to time
Then, he gradually ceased moving, and went to sleep his breath barely audible. Glenda grew calm again, and started to read her book, which was about the joys of cooking with a wok. It struck her, as she read, that Abbie was a very lucky woman' A very lucky woman!
That was an odd thing to think, she knew, but in a funny way, it was only too true. It seemed that animals, and only animals had the ability to take unadulterated pleasure in the joys of the body. They could love and mate without fear or guilt; their urgent, flaming desires controlled their every action.-- Glenda petted the head of the creature that was snuggled up in her comfortable lap. Lucky little Oscar to have been born an animal! If only she could have been born one too! She laughed out loud at the thought.
She was pleased and surprised to look up and see Diane waving at her through the large glass door. A moment later, she had joined Glenda on the sunny patio.
"So, did you take my advice?"
"Yes, I did!" said Glenda with a rueful little smile.
"So?"
"Well, some men are turned on by that kind of thing..."
"Yes, go on."
"And some men aren't!."
"Oh, no, Glenda!"
"Oh yes. We fucked, but, if I may be graphic with you, it was so dull that I wished I had the Sunday Times crossword puzzle!" Diane giggled.
"Too bad! He wasn't excited by the sight of you diddling away."
"No! He was angry!"
"That can be fun too, you know!" said Diane with sparkling eyes.
"Oh, Diane, I only wish! He's so tame."
"Pity."
"Meek! Mild! "Quel dommage!"
"What am I going to do with him?"
"Well, keep working on it! Cheer up, I've brought you my vibrator!"
"Really?", said Glenda, pleased despite her shame.
"Really! It's oodles of fun! Just wait until he goes to the office, and then you can play to your heart's, or shall I say, cunt's desire!! Who knows, call me up, and maybe I'll come over and help show you how! Two is better than one, or so I always say!" and the two women laughed merrily.
Glenda leaned over impulsively, and gave Diane a big kiss on her cute, upturned nose. "Hey, what's that for?" said Diane, who was, in fact, pleased.
"For being such an understanding friend!" was the answer. "Always glad to lend a helping hand, Glenda!" and their laughter, bright and clear, made its way up to Phil, who was seated at the desk, studying his plan for the new playground.