Chapter 1
If you're a middle-class wife living in suburbia, they call it ennui. If you're middle-class or lower income living in the city, it's boredom. Whatever it's called, it can get you into a lot of trouble.
To make matters worse, every time some story breaks in the newspapers involving sex and a housewife, the papers hint that the woman is some kind of a wanton. After that, suburban wives are looked upon as nymphos or prostitutes.
Paula Simmons was aware of this. She read these stories with mixed feelings. On one hand, she wanted to vicariously participate in these sexual adventures. Yet, an inner voice, her conscience, restrained her. To her, as a distasteful obligation enforced upon through marriage. If marital sex was so repugnant, how could she reconcile herself to the sexual fantasies that plagued her?
Paula had two worlds of make believe. One with her husband, Ralph, during the consummation of her marital obligations. The other, in the realm of fantasy.
Just as she did this morning. She lay in bed while Ralph went through the motions of sating his sexual appetite. He kissed her passionately and then kissed her melon-like tits, sucking the roseate nipples. In the meantime, his hand was making rough rubbing passes over her cunt.
In spite of her resistance, Paula couldn't avoid the lubricating processes that manifested itself in her cunt. When Ralph felt the moisture in Paula's indifferent snatch, he rolled over on top of her. His cock thrust roughly in and out as he continued to suck her tits. Within minutes, he would shoot his load, exclaim a sigh of satisfaction and roll off. Paula flattered his ego by going through the motions of meeting his sexual thrusts. From time to time, she made little moaning sounds or uttered inciting words.
"Ooh! Ralphie! That's good, honey! More, more! Harder, give me more of that lovely-penis!" she would encourage him. But it was all a sham.
When it was over, he always said, "That was a good fuck, honey! You're the best piece of ass a guy could have."
He would get out of bed, shower and dress. Paula would remain in bed, unsatisfied, incomplete, and disgusted. Then the transition would take place.
Wild thoughts of a perverse nature ran through her mind. She had visions of being raped. Or, if it wasn't a rape scene, then it was a wild orgy. As Paula lay stretched out in bed, her eyes closed in dreamy contemplation, she envisioned a long line of male studs servicing her. One hand strayed down to the hairy cunt as she gently teased it.
Ralph would be on his way to his job as a salesman for Apex Steel Foundries. But she would be entertaining a host of virile men. Men who had cocks and knew how to use them. Who knew how to make a woman tingle with ecstatic titillations!
Paula remained in bed for a while and then decided to get dressed. She showered and returned to the bedroom naked. Standing in front of the mirror, Paula took sexual inventory of herself.
She was twenty-five years old. Jet black long hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Round firm melon-shaped tits that stood out proudly waiting for someone to do justice to them. A slim waist that tapered down to slightly extended hips. The flat stomach that dipped down to a hairy covered slit between her thighs. A pussy that was in need of a lot of love and affection.
Paula patted the thick curly bush. "Don't worry, honey, one of these days, you'll get more than you can use!" she murmured.
The phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. It was the plumbing company. A serviceman was on his way to take care of the toilet leak she had reported needed fixing. They were verifying that someone would be home. A wild thought suddenly crossed her mind.
Wouldn't it be something if she could get this guy to fuck her! Her mind conjured up some burly rough type of character. Probably smoked cigars! Cheap ones that were short stubs stuck in the corner of his mouth. Dirty work clothes! Just the type that could debase her sexually and satisfy her salacious longings.
The call decided her wardrobe for the day. She slipped on a sheer white nylon peasant blouse with short sleeves. It had a low rounded neckline. Although the low neckline wasn't necessary. Her tits were plainly visible through the sheer nylon. Paula had a mini-skirt that buttoned down along the side. She debated wearing a bikini brief.
To most men, some undergarment lent a touch of mystery and excitement to the hidden treasure trove it covered. That would be line for a man who was in a seductive mood. The man she was anticipating would probably disdain such frills. No! Paula figured the simpler the seduction she had planned, the better.
She heated a fresh pot of coffee with the thought of offering the plumber some refreshment. From a sideboard in the living room, she brought out a bottle of scotch and one of Canadian whiskey.
Paula's pulse quickened in eager expectation.
Could she provoke the man into raping her? Maybe he would force her to suck his cock and swallow his come! She had sucked Ralph off several times but never swallowed his love juice.
Different episodes flooded her thoughts like some sexual kaleidoscope. It was a montage of libidinous and lusty sex acts.
The doorbell chimes rang. Paula felt her anxious snatch salivating. She had a sensation of some of the cunt juice trickling down her thighs. Opening the door, she found her imagination had not disappointed her.
"Acme Plumbing, lady!" the man announced.
He was about five feet ten. She figured the heavy-set figure carried a weight of about two hundred pounds. He had a beard stubble of at least two day's growth. The cheap cigar stub was sticking out of the side of his mouth. Even his speech pattern completed the picture she had envisioned.
"You gotta leak or sumpin', lady?" he asked.
"It's in the bathroom," she answered. "Would you like a cup of coffee or a drink before you start?"
She watched his face as he looked at her barely covered tits. Her eyes shifted down to the crotch of his coveralls. Paula was looking for the telltale sign to see if he had any reaction. There was none. She wondered how many times he and other servicemen like him were tempted by women like her.
His jaw shifted, chomping at the cigar stub. "Yeh, okay, lady. I could use a cuppa coffee."
"How do you like it?" she asked.
"Just black. No milk or sugar," he answered.
She invited him to sit in her living room while she went for the coffee. When she returned, he was sitting on a chair facing her couch. Just the perfect spot for what she had planned.
Setting down the tray on the coffee table, Paula took up a position opposite the plumber. "Here's your coffee, fresh and hot," she said. "What's your name?"
"Thanks for the coffee," he said in poor enunciation. "My name is Joey. What's yours?"
She smiled to herself at her intuition. Her selection of costume for the hoped-for incident was the right one. Paula had deliberately omitted using any cologne. This was an animal sitting in the room with her. A male animal that would make wild savage love to her. Only the natural female body odors would be conducive for such a union. The perspiration odor that emanated from her armpits or the stimulated cunt that released its special juices could excite such a man.
Paula felt her heart beating faster as she pursued her little charade. "My name is Paula," she answered. Leaning back against the couch, she picked up one leg. Her shapely leg rested on the cushions. The shifting of the leg caused the abbreviated skirt to rise. The black thatch of hair was exposed with insouciant provocation.
She saw his eyes resting on her exposed cunt. Her little game was about to start. Her opening question was a bold one. "Do you get many propositions from women when you're working on a job?"
The cigar stub shifted in his mouth. "Lady, do you want me to fix that leak you called for or do you want me to fix sumpin' else for ya? Make up your mind. Either way, I get fifteen bucks an hour."
She was enjoying this crude exchange. There was no finesse or charm about this pick-up lover she was cultivating. Paula had prepared an entire dialogue filled with innuendoes. The conversation was to be a sort of verbal aphrodisiac. Instead, she was forced to engage in a more vulgar obscene exchange. That alone lent a certain sensual exhilaration.
Her hands drifted to her brief skirt to expose her snatch to better view. She gave him a lewd smile. "I want you to fuck me!"
She uttered the words boldly, wantonly. The plumber gazed back at her indifferently. It was as though situations such as this was a daily common occurrence. His attitude incited her to be more daring.
Getting up from the couch, she moved to him. Paula reached down to his crotch and grabbed for his cock. You dirty bastard, she thought. You got a hard-on and you're making me beg you for it.
How much more degrading can this be, she thought? I'm making a slut of myself with some dirty old bastard. Begging him to fuck me when any other man would have been up my juicy hole with less inducement.
He dumped his cigar into the coffee cup. "Okay, lady, if it's fucking you want, then that's what you're gonna get. But remember, I still get fifteen dollars an hour. Even if I don't stay the full hour."
Paula had opened his fly and removed his hard prick. It was thicker and bigger than her husband's cock. She couldn't wait to have Joey's cock in her eager cunt. Joey reached over and roughly tore at the buttons to her mini-skirt. Two of the buttons popped off. The manner in which he started the sex play made Paula stop him. An exciting thought came to her.
This was just the opportunity to make her sexual fantasies come true. "I want you to rape me!" she exclaimed.
Her demand checked his amorous assault. He looked at her suspiciously. "What the hell are you trying to do, lady? Get me into trouble? You put on a cock-teasing act like this was going to be a straight fuck! Now you want me to rape you? What are ya? Some kind of a freak?"
Paula's request had temporarily halted her plans. She began to panic. She had been so close to realizing her day-dream. Now it was beginning to fade. Speaking rapidly, she tried to hold Joey's attention. He had to be convinced of her sincerity in having him fuck her. In her mind, she knew she was lowering herself more by this display of pleading with him.
"No, no! You don't understand! I want you to fuck me! I have to have you fuck me good! But ... but..., " she tried to find the right words. Her mind raced in a desperate search for the exact words. "You see, I have this hang-up! I get a bigger charge when the guy makes believe he's raping me. Look, I'll give you twenty bucks. Just tie me up and do whatever you want to me.
"After you finish, you can cut me loose." Her voice became a hoarse plea. "Please, please! You have to do it to me."
She grabbed him by the front of his coveralls. There was a desperate urgency in her actions. He looked at her with a sort of skeptical indifference. For a moment, Joey debated with himself, mulling over her plea.
"Okay, lady!" he agreed. "Pay me the twenty bucks first." He gave her a lewd grin. "After that, I'm gonna give you the fucking of your life. You ain't gonna forget it for a long time."
Paula felt lancing shivers along her spine. If this was to be a pretended rape, she would have to be in a position of complete helplessness. Most women threatened with rape were subdued by the fear of promised harm. There was no harmful intimidation present. She had made the overture and the plumber had accepted.
Leaving the room briefly, she returned with the money demanded for the service. Joey started to remove his coveralls. He gave her an obscene grin. "Okay, lady, take the rest of your clothes off!"
She had already determined how she would be raped. "I want you to tie me up," she declared.
He gave her a queer look. "You really got your ass screwed on backwards, lady! Look, here's your twenny back! Let's forget the whole thing!"
"No, no!" she insisted. "I want to feel like being raped. I'll do anything you want me to! You can do anything you want to me. But it won't be the same unless I'm helpless. Can't you understand? It's like a kind of game."
He shook his head in disbelief. With the prominence of porno movies and literature, she was certain that he was aware of the various sexual appetites people enjoyed. There were people who could not understand the needs for satisfying these desires. Obviously, this man was one of them.
"Okay, lady, if you wanna play crazy games, I'll go along." Joey agreed. "You got any rope or somethin' to tie you up with?"
She shook her head. "I've got some heavy gauze. We can use that. And you can tie me down on the dining room table."
"Ain'tcha gonna take off that blouse?" he asked.
"No," she replied. Her voice became husky and low. "After you tie me up, I want you to rip it off of me."
Her throat was dry. The saliva had drained off and the moisture seemed to materialize in her sweating cunt. Her anxious box was slick with glandular juices. She felt a slight rise in body temperature. Her metabolism was overworking. There was a pounding in her temples. She could feel the pulsation in her head.
She walked to the mahogany table and lay down on to it. The serviceman took the roll of gauze Paula had given him. It took him a few minutes to complete his handiwork. When he was finished, his victim was securely spread-eagled on the table. Looking at her with a leer, he said, "Now what?"
Paula tugged at her bonds. He had done a good job. The wrappings weren't too tight. Yet her hands were fastened so that they were immobile. Her legs were tied as securely but a little play was allowed so that she could bend her knees.
She was filled with ecstatic bliss. "No matter how much I tell you to stop, ignore me," she instructed him. "Just do everything I tell you to or whatever you want to do. If I cry out or swear, don't let it bother you. It's part of the game."
Her voice was low, trembling. She couldn't wait for the sexual ordeal to begin. Every nerve fiber was tingling within her body.
"Rip off my blouse!" she demanded. "Fuck me, fuck me! Abuse me! Make me cry out for more! Make me beg for you to stop!" Her voice was a sensual growl.
He had already stripped off his clothes. Raising her head slightly, she could see his thick body heavily carpeted with hair. There was no mistaking that turgid piece of flesh that stood out rigidly. From her first touch of his cock and the present sight, Paula knew this man was built heavier than her husband. She wondered if his huge prick would hurt her.
She felt his coarse hand grab the neckline of her blouse. His clenched fingers touched the cleavage of her twin soft mounds. An electric shock flashed down through her stomach into her waiting loins. For a brief moment, a rational feeling of misgiving entered her mind. Paula felt the material tugging at her back as he pulled the blouse tightly in the front. The sound of the nylon blouse ripping dispelled the thought. She felt a coolness across her chest as her tits swung free.
The drama of this sex play had begun. Paula, immersed in the pretended role, began to act out her part.
"Don't hurt me!" she pleaded in a whimper. "Please, don't touch me. Let me go! I'll give you money, anything! Don't violate me!"
A crazy thought entered her mind in the midst of this scene. Would Joey know what the word violate meant! Better keep the words simple and the histrionics credible.
He leered down on her. "Lady! You're gonna get your twenny dollars worth! You just get your kicks from whatever you're doing. After I get tru' with you, I should be paying you the money."
Rough coarse hands grabbed the hemispherical globes. She closed her eyes savoring the exquisite thrill of her tits being squeezed. Ralph, her own husband, had never touched her breasts in this manner. Joey was roughly mauling her tits. Now, he was squeezing the nipples.
She cried out! "Stop! You're hurting me. Please, no more! Let me go!" There was a tearful inflection in her voice.
In spite of the bonds that fastened her limbs to the table, she was able to move her body a little. Paula squirmed, her body sinuously wriggling as she strained at the gauze fastenings. With dramatic improvisation, she had assumed the role of a woman being molested. Despite that, her mind was conscious of every detail of reality. His next act intensified the thrill stirring within her.
The serviceman's mouth clamped over a tit. His lips sucked in a nipple, drawing on it like a straw. like a baby suckling at a mother's breast for sustenance! Paula could feel the strong pull of his lips drawing up the rigid node. Oh, how she wished that her breasts were full of milk! She could almost imagine the milk draining out of her tit.
His teeth clamped down over the enflamed tip and Paula let out a little yell! "Ouch!" she exclaimed. "Don't bite so hard!"
The pain was real but she welcomed the slight discomfort. It was a whole new experience. She could feel the heavy saliva from his mouth dripping on her tit. When he removed his mouth, the warm spittle turned cool. He must have realized that her outcry was real. Instead, he turned his attention to other pleasures.
Her hips jerked involuntarily as he roughly inserted a finger into her ass-hole. With the same roughness that he assailed her tits, he attacked her ass. His finger frigged her rectum in hurried cadence.
"Oh, Jesus, no!" she moaned in frantic protest. "Have mercy! Not my ass! Please, stop, stop!"
This was also a new experience for her. During her five years of marriage, Ralph had never bothered her ass. He rubbed her buttocks. Played his hand along the perineum, from the crack in her ass to her cunt. But never did he touch her virgin hole.
An explosive burst of sensual pleasure seemed to escape the recesses of her ass and fill her cunt. This initial carnal charade was better than she had anticipated.
A whimper of mixed anguish and despair escaped her throat. Paula, restricted by the bonds, undulated her hips as best as she could. The finger frigging her ass-hole brought on delirious throbbing. "Ahhrrgg, ahhrrgg!" she grunted in rasping sounds.
"Stop torturing me!" Paula whimpered. "Fuck me, fuck me!" She was beginning to reach that peak. Joey had succeeded in exciting her with the foreplay. At that point, she was sincerely intent in having the act consummated.
"So you wanna get fucked!" he taunted. "Well, get ready, lady! You're gonna get fucked like you've never been fucked before."
Paula felt the release of the finger from her ass-hole. The sudden withdrawal left her hole tingling. His coarse fingers grabbed the outer lips of her cunt. He parted the thick labial exterior. She let out a grunt of pain at his rough treatment.
A deep sigh of contentment escaped her throat as his thick cock slid into the easily accessible hole. Paula felt it sliding along the velvety canal of her vagina. This is a cocksman she thought! Ralph couldn't compare to him in size. She felt the thick prong penetrate deeply within her.
There was something animalistic about him. A certain magnetism. But when it came to fucking her, he didn't react the way she had expected. Paula anticipated a hurried wham-bam-thank you ma'am session. Evidently,-he was intent on showing her his prowess with his virile weapon.
Joey started by slowly driving his cock in as deep as he could. With the same deliberation, he moved his hips back, almost withdrawing his rigid prick. "Ummm!" Paula murmured in appreciative approval. The cock moved back and forth in slow piston-like movements.
She felt his prick swaying from one pulsating wall of her vagina to the other side. Her eyes were closed as she savored the subtle sensuality of his measured strokes. Little rumbling murmurs vibrated in her throat like a cat purring.
Paula opened her eyes. She stared up into Joey's leering face. He was breathing down on her and the malodorous breath mixed with the stale cigar smell blew down on her.
"You like that, huh?" he said. "I betcha never had a cock like mine in ya before! Now, I'm gonna show you some real fuckin'! "
His cadence increased. His hips surged in a frenzied drive. Back and forth he pumped his prick into her. She felt the forceful bump of his pelvis pound against her hips. Deep in her dampened cunt, she felt the violent thrusts. His movements became more hurried. His breathing rate increased filling her nostrils with the nauseating odor.
Paula could sense by the increased tempo of his fucking that his orgasm was coming. Within her, she could feel the stirrings of her own climax.
She felt the pulsation within his cock just as the come spewed into her sluice box. Simultaneously, the throbbing of her own orgasm mingled with the viscous semen.
"Ahhrrgrr!" It was a loud growl that diminished into a gurgle of pleasure. She emitted the sound again as the voluptuous feeling of satisfaction swept over her. She wanted more.
"You bastard!" she cursed him. "You raped me. I begged you not to. You're a fucken animal! If I ever get loose, I'll kill you. You're dirt! Filthy mother-fucker!"
She was trying to provoke him into committing the same or some other sex act. The leer on his face disappeared. His face darkened with anger. His hand swung in a backhand motion as he slapped her face.
Paula felt real pain from the blow. Tears flooded her eyes as she cried in earnest. This make-believe scene appeared to be deteriorating. She began to panic in serious contemplation.
Between sobs, she quickly apologized. "I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it! It's part of the act! I wanted to make you mad enough to fuck me again or do something else.
"Please, please, you have to understand. Don't hit me!"
He stared back at her in stupid bewilderment. Suddenly, he threw back his head and laughed. It sounded almost diabolical. Paula wondered what perverted thought had entered his mind.
"You're a real pisser, lady!" he told her. "When I finish with I'm gonna throw in a bonus. I'm gonna fix that leak you got for nuthin'.
"So, you want some more action, huh? Okay! I'm gonna let you suck my cock off. And I want you to do a good job!" He made it sound ominous. " 'cause if you don't, I'm gonna get my tool box and really fix your plumbin'. " He gave a dirty laugh. A little shudder shook her body. The frightened feeling filled her with foreboding. But then, that was what she was seeking in this unusual sexual liason!
He climbed up on the table and squatted over her face. His balls rested on her chin. She gazed up at his limp dick. The foreskin covered the tip of his cock like some masked marauder. She had never seen a prick with a foreskin. Ralph had been circumcised. Paula was fascinated by its appearance.
She could see the pee-hole winking back at her like a miniature Cyclops. There was a drop of come still lodged in it. The sides of his detumescent cock were slick from her juices and flecks of his own come. Paula could smell the musky odor of her cunt that clung to the flaccid prick.
Joey reached down and grasped her lower jaw. "Start sucking, baby! And when I come, I want you to drink every lovely drop!"
Paula felt her stomach churn. The ingestion of semen always bothered her. That's why she never liked oysters. Ralph was crazy about them. To her, the slimy appearance of oysters reminded her of semen. She thought she was coming full circle of degradation. This would be the final climax of her fantasy for the time being.
"C'mon! I haven't got all day!" he insisted. "Start sucking!"
Her mouth had been forced open by Joey's grasp. He lowered his cock into her mouth. She closed her lips over the limp flesh. She could taste the residue of the mingled come. His come was slightly salty. Her own discharge had a different flavor although the salty come distorted her taste.
She rolled her tongue around the head of the cock. Her tongue was aware of the physiological change of the cock in her mouth. The head protruded as the foreskin retracted. She rolled her tongue around the exposed crown of his rigid shaft. Her bound position made it a little difficult for her to move her head.
Normally, when she sucked Ralph off, she could hold onto the shaft. She could move her head up and down. Tied up, Paula was encumbered. Yet, with the handicap, she managed to use her lips and tongue to tease Joey's prick.
The hard thick cock became palatable after she sucked off the residue. She had closed her eyes as she sucked him off. Not in blissful contemplation as she had done when she was getting fucked. Rather, to shut out the distasteful specter of eventually swallowing his come. To her, it was repulsive!
Joey was bouncing up and down in his crouched position. His balls kept gently bouncing against her chin. As her mouth worked on his cock, he shoved his prick in and out. Once, he jammed it in too deep and she started to gag. With his cock still in her mouth, she managed to mumble a plea to be careful.
In a gesture of consideration, he partially withdrew his cock from her mouth. "Keep sucking. I'm gonna help you out a little." He reached down and started to jerk himself off. His fist kept tapping against her mouth making it a little awkward for her to suck him off properly.
She opened her eyes to watch him. His eyes were closed and his breathing became faster and irregular. Paula could almost sense the oncoming climax. "Now! Now! You fucken bitch!" he loudly exclaimed. "Here it comes! Drink that cock juice!"
Her mouth had more sensitivity than her cunt. Paula warned of the impending orgasm prepared herself for the distasteful task of swallowing the come. She felt the contracting spasms as spurt after spurt of that thick milky fluid emptied into her mouth. Forcing herself to swallow his come, she managed toingest his liquid tribute with a minimum amount of gagging.
When the violent contractions diminished, he withdrew his withered cock. Patting her on the tit, he said, "You're all right, kid.! I'm gonna cut you loose and fix that leak. Where is it?"
He took a large penknife from his coveralls and sawed at the gauze bonds. She sat up on the table and chafed her wrists to get some sensation back.
"The bathroom's upstairs. Thanks for a terrific workout. Have you a cigarette?" She realized the question was a foolish one. The man smoked cigars. The way he smoked them, it was doubtful that he smoked anything else.
He shook his head. She got off the table and started up the stairs ahead of him. There was a pack of butts in her bedroom. As she mounted the stairs, Joey patted her gently on her ass.
"How would you like another session tomorrow, baby?" he asked.
"Not if it's going to cost me another twenty bucks!" she answered.
He guffawed. "Naw! Tomorrow, it's for free. Maybe, I'll come up with some new gimmicks for ya. You dig that kind of shit, don'tcha? In fact, I'll even bring some good rope. You kin use up a helluva lot of money buying gauze alla time."
"Yes, that'll be fine," she agreed. "About ten."
She showed him where the bathroom was while she went into her room for a robe and cigarettes. Coming back to the bathroom she watched him work.
She was filled with loathing at herself for lowering her self esteem. For degrading herself in a distasteful relationship. Her attitude towards him was now one of contempt. She treated him with disdain in her reply. He was probably too stupid to realize how she felt towards him. No doubt, he accepted her response as an aftermath reaction to the episode they had played.
Paula felt a wave of disgust wash over her. Her puritanical concepts regarding sex kept her in a state of mental turmoil. What was it that this slob had said before? You dig this kinda shit? Even the expression repulsed her!
She stood there waiting for him to finish his job. She wanted to take a bath and wash his filth from her body. An act of purification!
Her mind tried to analyze her impetuous act. How could she, Paula Simmons, lower herself to allow this ... this animal to violate her? She, who had repressions of sexual feelings and impulses! Even with her own husband, certain acts were taboo!
Even as she dragged impatiently on her cigarette, admonishing herself, she was making new plans for a repeat of that morning's incident.
These new indiscretions could incur serious repercussions. Her husband could discover her infidelity. Neighborhood gossips could become aware of some sexual liaison. There were legal problems that might crop up. An inner voice discounted these issues telling her that these matters could be resolved without too much trouble. One way or another, they could be overcome.
The dangerous aspect of her obsessive compulsion was any harmful physical results. The side of her face still ached where Joey had struck her. Fortunately, there was no tell-tale bruise mark. It could have been worse.
Also, in a bound state, her tormentor could induce some other damaging injury. Especially, if that person had sadistic tendencies. The result might even prove fatal! Paula envisioned a headline in some tabloid: NYMPHO MUTILATED IN BIZARRE KILLING!
The whole thing was bizarre. This erotic preoccupation with unusual sex practices. They were sensual and daring. Most of all, they exhilarated her with thrills she had vaguely imagined. Her obsession of being tied up and degraded bothered her.
Yet, she felt compelled to seek out this sexual diversion. Her initial experience whetted her appetite. She felt the urge to gratify it completely. It was like a child doing something mischievous. Knowing it was wrong, but obtaining the thrill in the perpetration of the act.
The plumber completed his job. He took another cigar out of his pocket and lit it. Winking at Paula, he said, "Now you can take a leak in the bowl without worrying. See you tomorrow, baby!"
She escorted him down to the front door. As she let him out, Paula spotted the taxicab parked in front of the adjacent house. Bill Kolich was seated in it, watching her house. She closed the door on the plumber quickly.
Sonovabitch! She cursed softly. That was the one person she didn't want to have around as a witness.
Bill Kolich was a bachelor who had the house next to hers in the Cloverdale development. She had heard stories from some of the women she was friendly with. He was a lecherous degenerate. He had a way of staring obscenely at every woman. There were rumors that he had stag parties in his house. She didn't doubt that.
From time to time, Ralph and she had heard loud noises emanating from his house. Raucous laughter and sounds, sometimes indistinguishable. Other times, phrases that unmistakably confirmed the type of party going on.
That she was dressed in a bathrobe with a strange man leaving the house could only invoke one perverse thought in a mind such as Kolich. Paula knew that even had this situation been an innocent one, Kolich would have still conjectured some obscene act. She had to be more careful if she ever fucked another strange man in her house.
The appearance of Bill Kolich in his cab and the departure of the plumber made her feel contaminated. Paula had planned a bath to purge herself of the sin she had committed. Locking the door, she went back to the bathroom. As she scrubbed her cunt in her conception of a purification ritual, Paula felt her repressed desires returning.
Damned if she could barely wait for that plumber to return!