Chapter 1
"Laura Haynes lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what had become of her once happy, exciting life. Here she was again, waiting for Bob, worrying about his philandering ways, and equally important, about his penchant for wasting money - money they no longer had.
It was after one in the morning and the time dragged. It seemed as if she'd been lying there for endless days waiting for her husband. Bob had probably been at the track again and lost his shirt. Whenever that happened, which was almost every time he could get his hands on some money, he ended up at one of his cronies' places, playing stud poker or shooting craps on borrowed money, and usually losing that.
That was probably why his friends were so willing to lend him money, because he was a steady loser. And, Bob always made certain that his gambling debts were paid first, and if there was anything left, then they would have enough to eat for the week.
It wasn't the first time he had stayed out like this. It was becoming all too frequent.
She had stayed up until the last guest had driven into the motel court and had gone to his room. That had been at midnight, and she had locked the small front office and put out the night bell sign.
It didn't have to be this lonely and insecure, Laura thought. They had had every chance to be the happiest of people. When they had been married seven years ago, she had inherited the 15-unit motel from her parents, and even with the rising costs and improvements they had started to put into it, it should have provided a good living. She was glad, in a way, that her parents weren't alive to see the mess Bob was making of the place ... and of their lives.
She let her mind drift back to the first months of their marriage when they had been deliriously happy. They had a good summer with the motel, and had been able to even hire a clerk, so they had time to have fun together days. Neither seemed to mind the hard work involved, because they were together all the time.
They had gone to the track together often, and Bob's luck had been good, and also, his bets had been much more conservative.
That first year, they had done well enough during the summer months, and then during the hunting season, to live comfortably for the rest of the year.
But Bob had begun to cut into the savings, and costs had risen. Money grew tight, and when people came to the mountains, they used their credit cards to stay at the large resorts that had restaurants and cocktail lounges attached, .and riding stables and large swimming pools.
Instead of trying to find an outside job, Bob had gambled heavily at the track when it was open, and with his poker pals during the winter.
She had taken a job as maid at a ski resort some 40 miles distant, and that had kept them subsisting.
Laura turned on the bedlamp, getting up to get a drink of water. She was restless and discouraged. She'd probably have to take a menial job again. She'd hoped it would be better this year. They had borrowed from the bank, made some repairs, but the majority of the borrowed money had been gambled away by Bob.
She would have to borrow from her sister again, she feared, just to get through the month. And Bob had developed a nasty habit of raiding the cash almost daily, so that they couldn't even keep up with current running expenses.
Laura caught sight of herself in the dresser mirror. It was a hot, muggy night, and she had taken off her thin nightgown.
The window was opened wide, but not a breath of air penetrated into the room.
Her long blonde hair clung stickily to her face and neck, and beads of perspiration clung to her skin. Tiny wisps of her golden tresses curled wetly about her forehead.
She turned about, peering at her body appraisingly. Raising up on her toes, she stretched her arms high over her head. Her pert, full breasts jutted out, forming a hollow between them, down which ran a tiny rivulet of perspiration. Even that slight stirring of the stuffy air was welcome to her body, and as her eyes ran over her girlish body, she felt a stirring in her loins.
She had a desirable body, she felt, and most of the men she came into contact with seemed to eye it with admiration. But it had been so long since Bob had made love to her. Usually he came home too drunk to even kiss her good-night. But she was a passionate woman who enjoyed sexual lovemaking with her husband, and her loins ached for him, night after night.
She lay down on the bed, and her hand went to the thatch of soft, blonde pubic hair at the top of her sleek, well-rounded thighs. She felt a thrill go through her as her fingers brushed her pussy lips.
She wondered why she was no longer attractive to Bob. She had lost none of her shape, which had always been exciting since she was fourteen. Now, at twenty-four, she was in the full bloom of her womanhood. Her breasts were firm and uptilted, with no trace of sag. Her waist was narrow, her thighs and calves trim and attractive, and she had no inhibitions about the type of sex act that Bob chose.
Her fingers toyed with the downy hair that covered her vaginal slit, her lovely, sensual mouth drawn down in wonder as she pondered the deterioration of her marriage.
She rose again, standing before the mirror, as if to reaffirm the fact that she was a beautiful woman. She looked as fresh and desirable as she had when she had married at seventeen, she knew.
The strain of going week after week without Bob's making love to her was getting to be too much. It was grinding away her self-confidence and her desire to please him. It was bad enough about the money losses, but she hadn't had even a kiss or a hug for almost two months!
A deep longing welled up inside her. She wanted Bob to hold her in his arms, kiss her lips and her body, take her physically, to feel his muscular body pressed to hers as his cock penetrated deep up into her vagina.
Laura sighed and shook her damp head. If only she could do something to stop his gambling, to turn his attention back to their marriage, so he would make love to her like he used to.
She put her hands underneath her breasts, cupping them, blushing hotly as she thrilled to her own touch. She twisted the cherry-colored nipples, liking the sensation that raced down her belly to her loins. She pressed her thighs tightly together, moving so a friction was set up inside her pussy. She began to tremble as the sensuous excitement went deeper into her loins.
"Aaaah ..." Laura sighed as she let one hand drift to her pussy, her fingers brushing the yielding lips. Then, embarrassed at her actions, she stopped herself and went back to her bed.
She lay down wearily, and the thick, heavy air closed about her, smothering and depressing. As she tossed about to find a comfortable position, even the touch of the sheets against her flesh set up a wave of sensuality that gradually permeated her whole being.
She fantasized that Bob was there with her, his blunt, hard penis penetrating deep inside her pussy, shoving against the walls of her vagina and against the sensitive surface of her cervix.
She moaned with desire as she tossed fitfully, trying to drown her need in sleep. But it was useless. She couldn't get Bob's cock out of her mind.
One hand went to her breast, kneading it, tweaking the nipple, while the other stole to her moist, hot pussy. Her fingers spread the soft, damp pubic hair and slid into the crevice of flesh that held her clitoris. Laura rolled from side to side, pretending that it was Bob's hands that were arousing her. She always loved the foreplay that he indulged in. Bob especially loved to fondle and kiss her breasts.
She moaned aloud, "Oh, Bob ... Bob ... why aren't you here ... ?" It was a plaintive, forlorn cry for relief from her sexual torment.
Suddenly, her hands became Bob's hands, and she massaged and tickled her swelling clitoris until it became hard and rigid, like a miniature penis, red and almost exploding with the tingling sensations.
Her body writhed as the warm excitation flooded her cunt with lubricating juices. She flung her head from side to side, her hair swishing damply against her face. In her mind, Bob was making wild, passionate love to her, his body heavy on hers, his enormous cock filling her pussy, stretching the sides of it... sending her out of her mind!
Laura suddenly stopped her violent fingering. It was only frustrating her more. Her imagination couldn't fill her need for a hard, stiff cock inside her!
She had to have at least a simulated penis! She jumped up and ran to the closet, rummaging in an old box that was way in the back, and brought out a large dildo that she'd hidden there, months ago.
Bob had brought it home as a joke, and she had never used it. But tonight, she had to!
It was made of dull-brown, flexible rubber, and it was almost nine inches long and almost three inches in diameter. When she'd first seen it, it had repulsed her, but now it began to look like a life-saver for her.
Her eyes shone with lust as she anticipated the long, semi-hard dildo plunging into her cunt!
She got back onto the bed and lay back, spreading her legs wide, panting with need. She didn't feel depraved, as she had feared she would if she ever used it. Her mind was too involved with her need for sexual release.
She nestled her buttocks down into the mattress, her cunt wide, as she held the rubberized prick firmly in both hands, letting it touch the lips of her pussy. She trembled slightly as the cool rubber tip touched her hot flesh, but she quickly thrilled as she pushed it deep up into her hot, slippery cunt!
It was bigger than she'd thought, and it went in with difficulty. She worked it about, moistening it with her own fluids, and it began to slide into the depths of her cunt with ease as she relaxed her inner muscles to accept it. Once it was seated in her channel, she relaxed and concentrated on the sensual pleasures it gave, creating a delicious friction as it moved along the sides of her dark channel.
She pushed and pulled steadily, moving it from side to side to try to touch all of her inner cunt, and she began to respond to its use with gasps and chills of delight that formed in her cunt and spread over her entire being!
It felt unbelievably good, better than anything she'd felt for a long time. It was the next best thing to having Bob's cock in her, his arms around her, his lips on hers! She pushed hard on the fake cock, feeling it touch the entrance to her womb, sending wave after wave of sensual pleasure over her. Yet she was fully aware that she was making love to herself. Bob wasn't there.
She pushed her loneliness aside, concentrating on the thrilling contact that the phony cock was making with her clitoris and her inner walls as she continued to push and pull it at an ever-swifter rate. Laura began to push it hard and deep, grunting as it touched the very depths of her cunt. She moved her hips, lunging upward to meet the incoming thrust of the dildo, tossing and bucking as if she were being fucked by a phantom lover.
Cries began to escape from her lips as she felt her cum approaching rapidly. "Ooooooooh . . . yessss ... oooooh... fuck me ... fuck me good ..." she crooned to herself as the delicious warmth of orgasm flooded her genitals. She pumped feverishly with the glistening fake cock, her whole body writhing and threshing about, twisting as if she were in the throes of madness!
The lust-driven young blonde was unaware of pain, although she was hurting herself with the deep, wild thrusts of the dildo, so eager was she to gain sexual relief. She wanted to feel it all inside her, before she felt the blessed relief of orgasm!
It had been so long ... so long... Laura was biting her tongue as it protruded from her lips, groaning and muttering unintelligible words as the mixture of pain and pleasure flooded her body with a wantonness she had never felt before. If Bob, her own husband, refused her this relief, she had every right to provide it any way she could, she rationalized. She should feel guilty, Laura knew, but she didn't. She had to have relief! Yet she was aware of a wistful longing for Bob, a desire that the hot cock between her legs could be somehow mystically turned into her husband's own huge, satisfying cock.
As she felt the hot flash of orgasm set in, the writhing blonde wife screamed aloud, "Oh my God!... Oh, God!" She made shorter and faster thrusts with the dildo, her whole body just a bundle of violent motions, gasping out Bob's name, wishing that he would come and yank the dildo from her cunt, then push his own wonderful cock inside her, fulfilling every need that her throbbing body felt!
She forgot for a moment that she was using a lust-object on herself, feeling that it was Bob inside of her, satisfying her desperately starving pussy. A great pressure was building to the explosion point inside her loins, her breasts heaved and bounced, her long blonde hair moving in tangled swirls as she tossed about wildly from the agonizing fury of the pleasure inside her cunt.
"Oh, Bob ... Bob ..." Laura groaned, "More ... harder..."
The knobby head of the rubber dildo dug deeply into her pulsating flesh, seeming to fill her whole lower body with its evil presence. Suddenly, it was as if someone had lit a match and ignited a flame in her cunt that seared every crevice of it, the sparks flashing throughout her body, roaring quickly into a blazing inferno of pleasure that engulfed her lust-filled body! Every inch of her seemed to be afire, glowing with a white-hot flame.
She went into a dizzy, semi-conscious state as the flames exploded inside her cunt like a bursting rocket, shattering her reason with its intensity, rocking her body with spasm after spasm of pleasure.
The almost delirious young woman felt as if a giant bomb had exploded, shattering her body into smithereens, sending bits of her flying off in all directions. But it was a pleasure that consisted of total relief and exquisite happiness, pure bliss that thundered throughout the echoes of her mind, permeating her very soul!
She screamed at the ecstatic climax, bucking about for several moments as the tides of passion slowly ebbed. She felt the wetness inside her flowing past the artificial cock, trickling down the soft inner crevice of her tightened buttocks. Tears of joy flooded her eyes and she fell back on the bed, completely spent, feeling as if she were fainting.
Her breath rasped from her mouth, and her eyes were closed as she savored the tiny aftershocks of the volcanic eruption of her orgasm.
She lay there a long time, before she could rouse herself enough to remove the dildo from her sore, throbbing pussy. She was emotionally and physically exhausted, and as she saw the faint fingers of summer dawn creeping into her bedroom, she suddenly became painfully aware that Bob was still not home. It was five o'clock, she saw by. the dresser clock, and as the dawn lightened the room, loneliness stole into her heart again.
She had been forced to use a cold, inert object as a substitute for the warm, vibrant cock of the man she loved.
She tossed fitfully, half-waking, half-sleeping, torn between shame and loneliness, feeling somehow soiled and almost completely deserted, until she finally drifted into a deep sleep brought on by utter exhaustion.