Chapter 14

Nattalie and Dale began their sexual foreplay in the pool, cavorting and caressing each other in the nude. Natalie, for a time, swam on her back with her formidable breasts floating like water wings on the surface. The sight of Natalie's voluptuous body sliding through the water excited Dale to a near frenzy. He grabbed her and attempted to mount her. As their bodies joined they sank to the bottom of the pool.

Almost a full minute passed before they rose to the surface, still joined together. The combination of the warm water in the heated pool and Natalie's obvious sexual needs excited Dale more than he had ever experienced.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he gathered her in his arms and carried her to a small bedroom in the house. "I love you, baby," he said. Using the word baby made him feel more like a swinger.

"There's something I want to tell you," she said.

"Let's not talk," he buried his head in her breasts. They were bigger than Kathy's. He liked them.

"We have to talk."

"All right," he said, a little annoyed. "Talk."

"It's been two years since I've been treated for nymphomania. Can't be satisfied. It might sound funny but it's not. I can get it all night. I'm never satisfied. Lately I hate to start. But I'm in it now. I'm not frigid-that's the opposite. I come but it doesn't do anything for me."

It didn't bother him. "So what?"

She went on, "Don't expect too much from me. I'm worked out. But I try. I dig you. I'll try."

He never stopped nibbling on her nipples. He didn't say anything.

She liked it that he didn't boast about how he'd cure her in one night. That's what they always did. Dale didn't say that.

He did ask, "You do that with Irv, too? I mean have this nymphomania?"

"With him most of all. He can screw me for hours and with Irv I can't have a climax. Almost. But not quite. You don't know what it's like. So Irv stays away from me. He hates to see me suffer."

"Then why," Dale asked the obvious question, "do you go to the swingers parties? I don't understand that part of it."

Natalie said, "For Irv. Why should I spoil his fun? He might think that I do better with other men. I don't know. We don't talk about it. He loves me, you know. And I wasn't always like this. I had attacks of it but for short spaces of time. Now it's different. It goes on and on."

"You've seen a doctor?"

"Three doctors-a hypnotist, psychologist, psychiatrist-and something called a therapist-analyst."

"They couldn't do anything?"

"Not really. A couple of times the psychology works on you and you think you're cured but it's very temporary. In one case I even had an affair with the doctor. That way he could watch every move, hear every moan, feel every twitch. But it did no good."

Dale was quietly just sucking on Natalie's nipples.

"I don't know how long I can go on like this. You don't know what it's like. You know I'm a very erotic girl. I respond easily to all kinds of sex stimuli. It's just at the climax that everything goes wrong."

Suddenly Natalie said, "Shit. To hell with talking about it. Let's do it. I never give up hope. I'm a glutton for punishment but I warn you it isn't a pleasant experience. You'll see."

"Why?"

"Well, let's see if I can explain what usually happens toward the conclusion of my sexual happenings-I mean lately. First, after much screaming and moaning the sounds become a gurgle from the back of my throat and spittle rolls down my chin from my open mouth. I don't know this but men have told me so. My face is contorted as if in terrible pain. My body is almost spastic. The muscles are so tight that my toes and fingers clutch dramatically at the air. My eyes roll back in my head. The juices from my pussy soak the bed. I pour juices and fluids. You'll swim in them. And worse, you'll get scratched and bitten before all this happens. That is if you last that long and if you don't protect yourself. That's a classic case of nymphomania.

"There are some 6,000 of us in the United States and we all react pretty much the same. If you give me an orgasm it's only a few seconds-partial and temporary. After that I'm worse than ever. Are you still game?"

"Sounds fascinating," Dale said. "Of course I'm game. I can't wait."

"You know I really dig you. Maybe this time it will be different."

"I dig you too. Maybe it will."

Dale kissed Natalie in a circle around her stomach. "I hope I don't let you down."

"You're sweet," she said.

They held each other tight in an embrace that spelled sympathy and fear and sadness and love. And yet they had only just met. There was some kind of bond between them and they both knew it.

"You love Kathy?" Natalie asked.

"Yes."

"I knew that by the way you treat me. I can always tell. And she loves you?"

"Yes."

"And you're sure of it. How wonderful. Never let it change."

"I won't. I promise you. But...."

"Why the but?"

"I feel we have to make it big. I have to make money-big money. Right now Kathy thinks it's just me that wants it. But she's wong. She wants it and needs it."

Natalie still held desperately onto him. "There's nothing wrong in that. That's good for a marriage-wanting together. If someone were to ask me the ingredients of a happy marriage, I'd say good sex and wanting things together. Doesn't that sound simple?"

"It sounds right. I agree."

Natalie thought of how she had first met Irv and the first night they had had an affair. Natalie's family thought Irv was beneath her in class.

Irving's family had owned a butcher shop for years on the East Side of New York. Natalie's family were in the wholesale jewelry business. Irv had only graduated public school. Natalie was a Phi Beta Kappa.

Her family was so against him, she had to meet Irv in front of the Waldorf-Astoria in New York instead of at her home. They moved to California soon after they were married.

They went to a few movies and a party, she talked him into a concert at Carnegie Hall and he talked her into a ball game at the Yankee Stadium but at the end of the evening they had no place to go. He lived with his parents and she lived with hers. They had no car so a kiss goodnight was as far as they could go.

So one night when Natalie walked up to the front of the Waldorf-Astoria a bellboy handed her a note. It said, "Meet me in Suite 909." Signed, "Mysterious."

Irv had taken a suite for the evening. There were flowers, champagne and then an excellent six course dinner with perfect service. Natalie didn't find out until months later that the evening cost Irv $250. At the time his savings account totaled $300.

After dinner Irv said, "Would you like to go to a club and see a good show?" He had lost his nerve because his intentions, of course, were to seduce her but he said she seemed so formal he didn't dare try.

But the moment he asked if she'd like to go to a club, she said that she was pleasantly sleepy and she'd rather lie down and watch television. And it was she who turned the lights down low and patted the bed for him to lie down next to her.

The rest was history. They made love to each other for four hours and only stopped when Irv said his folks would ask questions. Natalie wanted to meet him at the Waldorf the following week but she didn't know how much it cost or how much Irv was worth.

He had a better solution. He asked her to marry him. And she accepted. From then on they at least had a bed to sleep in.

In the beginning sex was wonderful. She had always been a girl who had multiple orgasms. Sex with Irv was wonderful. She knew exactly when it went bad. That's why she first went to a psychiatrist. They wanted to have children and nothing happened. She went to the doctors and had an upturned uterus corrected and still no pregnancy.

Then Irv had an examination and it was found his sperm cells were quiescent. He took various treatments but they did no good. Why should that affect Natalie? And in the strange way it did? There were no answers forthcoming. Somehow it damaged a part of her psyche.

A short time after the news that they probably would never have a baby, Natalie had her first experience of the torture of being on the brink of an orgasm and not getting completion. After that it happened intermittently and now it was a rarity that she could have a natural love affair.

That's what she thought of as she lay in Dale's arms.

He was saying, "Have you tried everything in bed like a pillow under you, hot milk in the man's mouth, dildos, cocoa cream massage, all the rest?"

"Yes," she answered wearily.

"How about pot or lots of liquor?"

"Tried it."

"All the positions?"

"I think so."

Dale tried to think of some of his wilder love affairs, a girl near sexual hysteria when he tied a long cork in her rectum to his penis. As he went in and out of her vagina, the cork went in and out of her rectum. It must have been good because she became a screaming idiot until she came. He told Natalie about it and she went rummaging through kitchen drawers and found a rubber cork. They had great difficulty working out the logistics of the string and when they tried it, the cork hurt her. She said she was very sensitive there.

"Well," said Dale, "let's try it the good old-fashioned way and see what happens."

For ten minutes or so with her legs wrapped around his hips he pounded away at her. He was well hung and he counted on that to help. She grunted as he pounded home his point.

He held his hands under her backside and pulled her in to him with each stroke. "I love it," she said, and he was happy he appeared to be getting somewhere.

She was right about one thing, her juices were flowing like he had never experienced before. His whole belly was drenched and the sounds of the wet suction was disconcerting.

When he kissed her with his tongue in her mouth she bit him hard so he didn't try that again. He asked her if everything was all right but she only moaned in response.

He had to stop because he was to the point of orgasm. When he lay there quietly on her trying to forestall the climax, she reacted like a mad woman pulling him down and pushing him up with surprising strength.

He tried to explain with, "I just don't want to come. I won't be any good to you for an hour if I do."

Her answer was only to react violently pushing and pulling him again.

So he had to continue the up and down movement but now he went slower even though ramming her with more power.

She tried to speed him up but he wouldn't be hurried. He knew what he could stand. He really wanted to satisfy her-for his own ego.

He could feel all her muscles had tightened. It was almost like Kathy just before an orgasm. Apparently Natalie was on the brink but he had to push her over. How?

He liked her nipples so he licked them as he pumped and she writhed. One hand clawed his buttocks. He wouldn't try that again.

Dale pumped, trying no tricks, nothing extra, nothing fancy. In the semi-darkness he saw she was reacting exactly as she had predicted. Her face was contorted and thrown back to one side, saliva was dripping out of one side of her mouth down her chin. Tears, black tears from her mascara, streaked her face and her neck muscles stood out like cords.

A dull, uneven gurgle emanated from her throat. And still Dale wasn't repulsed. In fact it was stimulating for him. This was power-look what he had wrought. Also it was fascinating. He had never seen anything like this.

He wondered if he came would it bring on a satisfactory climax. But he dare not chance it. After that he was through.

He was almost afraid to try anything unusual now. Who knows what she'd do. He pumped as he thought. She was almost in a catatonic state except for the sounds in her throat. He hoped she was all right.

He wondered how long he had been making love to her. He was soaking wet from perspiration. It must have been a half hour. That's more than he had ever gone without an orgasm. He had never had to before.

He knew he couldn't go on much longer. The tickle in his groin was expanding. There was a limit to his self-control. He'd try one more thing. That's all he had left.

He went faster for a minute which made her gurgle louder, then he stopped completely and she hit at him with her feet though her body was rigid and she tried to start him going again with a pull and a push as she had done before but she couldn't do it now.

Then he started his up and down movement again but furiously now at high speed and he groaned and scratched at her though it was purely an act.

"Now," he shouted and he came into her and as he did he pounded more fiercely than ever. There was no sound from her. Even the gurgle had stopped. She felt soft under him. All the muscles had relaxed.

He looked at her face. She was smiling.

"Did you?" he asked.

"I'm not sure," she said, "but I feel wonderful. I think I was unconscious. I get that way. Oh, God, I'm so wet."

Dale felt unrewarded, unfulfilled. "I love you," he said and he meant it then.

She kissed him but didn't say anything. She just lay there and wondered.