Chapter 1

Rita was interrupted from doing her nails by the ringing of the phone. Temporarily putting aside the bottle of Flamingo Pink she picked up the receiver and cradled it under her neck.

"Hello."

"Hello Rita? This is Marge."

"Oh hi Marge," said Rita as she began to finish doing her nails while talking, "what's going on?"

"Not much," answered the voice on the other side of the phone, "Herbie is at work and I got a couple of pies in the oven. How about you?"

Rita sighed audibly into the phone. "Shit Marge, it's just awful. Ben is gone again."

"You mean he walked out on you?"

"Hell no, he wouldn't do that. It's his job, he's a pollution inspector for the State and they're always sending him to these little out of the way places to check out the smog. He'll be gone for three days this time, and I'm all alone."

"Gee Rita, that's awful. You should get a lover, then you wouldn't even think about it."

Rita was a little startled by the suggestion, even if it did come from her best friend Marge. "But I love Ben," said Rita, "and I wouldn't want anything to come between us."

"Of course not," soothed Marge, "you should find a lover that is no competition, but one that will get you off when Ben is gone. It will probably help your marriage if anything. Just look at you now, you're just one big heap of resentment toward him. I tell you, a lover will do you good!"

Rita was taken aback so much that she found she was painting the whole end of her finger Flamingo Pink. "Do you have a lover?" she asked Marge.

"Sure I do. Do you think I could have gotten along with Herbie this long if I didn't. I mean he is a real nice person and all that. I mean a good provider. But, well, it just isn't exciting any more, and I need excitement in my life. We all do. And living out here in the suburbs, where else are you going to get it?"

"Boy, I never thought that you would have a lover!" said Rita incredulously, "and you're right about it not being exciting any more. We've been married only two years and already, well ... it's just not the same as when we first did it in Ben's old Chevy."

"Take my advice, Rita, find yourself a lover before you go crazy and really ruin your marriage. Just make sure that the one you choose won't be a problem."

"Well, I'll give it some thought," said Rita in a small, uncertain voice.

"You do that," said Marge, "but I gotta go. My pies are beginning to burn. Talk to you later."

"Bye-bye," said Rita as she hung the phone back up in its hook.

The conversation had made Rita feel somehow funny inside. After a while she realized it was because, she had been thinking about taking a lover, but had never said it out loud, because she had thought that it was somehow very wrong, taboo! She didn't realize that even her best friend was having affairs. It made it all sound so respectable. And Marge said that it might even help her marriage with Ben, which after two years was already beginning to go a little stale.

Rita was startled out of her reveries by the sound of a lawnmower out in her front yard. "Ah that must be Mike," she said to herself. Mike was the boy next-door, once a week he did their lawn, for which they gave him a few dollars. She went to the bedroom window and looked down on the healthy, long haired boy from her second story vantage point. All of a sudden she became aware of her almost total nakedness.

Turning around, she could see herself in the full length mirror that was attached to the opposite wall. There she was, blond, tall and lanky; nude save for a very skimpy pair of white lace panties that cupped her pussy in front, and tried to cup her large ass in the rear.

"You're sure a good looker!" she said to her image.