Chapter 7
Although I was never pleased with Cindy's aversion to sex, I never attached very much significance to it. Many of my friends had wives with the same problem, leading me to the conclusion that frigidity and suburban marriage went hand in hand. I had no reason to suspect that in Cindy's case the root of the disease was much deeper, infinitely more complicated.
I suppose, if I had questioned her further, if I had attempted to probe deeper, the truth would have been revealed a long time ago. Instead I discovered Cindy's awful secret in quite a roundabout way, almost by accident
It all started several days after I returned from Boston, a Thursday afternoon. I was feeling a bit guilty about what had happened between myself and Glenda, so I left work at two o'clock and drove home to West Hampton intending to take a tranquilizer and go to sleep.
When I got into the house, I was surprised not to find Cindy in the kitchen, which is where I usually find her.
I walked over to the bar and fixed myself a drink, when suddenly I heard the sound of voices coming from the upstairs bedroom. I finished my scotch, and then I climbed up the steps quietly. In the back of my mind, I expected to find the worst.
The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar, and when I looked inside, I saw something that shocked the living daylights out of me. My wife, Cindy was in bed, wearing a silk chemise. Next to her, on the mattress, sat a blonde-haired girl whom I immediately recognized as Christine, a neighbor from next door.
Christine was young, in her early twenties, and a recent divorcee. She had been over to our house several times, and she impressed me as a sweet young thing, not very intelligent, but extremely attractive.
Suddenly Cindy put her arms around Christine's waist and started to kiss her on the neck.
"Oh stop it! !!"
"What's wrong?? " asked Cindy. "I've never done this sort of thing before," replied Christine. I'm not a lesbian."
"Neither am I," laughed Cindy. "The word lesbian is very bad because it has such an awful connotation. Both of us are fine, decent women and we have a right to our happiness, to our pleasure."
"But isn't this perverted?? " asked Christine, throwing back her head so that her soft blonde hair fell across the smooth surface of her white shoulders. She was wearing a pink brassiere and a pair of matching pink panties. I could see her skirt and blouse lying on the floor, next to the bed. She seemed a bit afraid.
"Well?" she asked again. "Isn't this perverted?"
"Oh, don't be a silly goose," replied Cindy, reaching up and touching Christine's breasts, squeezing them through her brassiere.
"Listen to me," Cindy continued. "Making love to a woman is very nice, very pleasurable."
"Oh...."
"Yes," nodded Cindy. I'll be soft with you, and very sweet. Most men are brutes. They're animals when it comes to sex. Isn't that true?"
"Yes, that's why I divorced my husband."
"I know," smiled Cindy. "I know all about it. Your husband was a prick, wasn't he? He didn't understand you the way I do."
As she spoke, Cindy's fingers fumbled with the hooks of Christine's brassiere. She moved softly along the other girl's back, and I could tell that she had gone through these motions many times before. Yes, it suddenly dawned on me that my wife was an accomplished Lesbian, and that was the real reason for her frigidity. I continued to watch through the partially open door, careful not to make a sound. I had never seen two woman make love before, and I felt intensely curious.
Cindy slipped the shoulder straps of Christine's brassiere down past the creamy flesh of her arms. Then she slipped her hands inside of the cups and began to manipulate the other girl's soft white breasts.
"Do you like it when I touch them?" asked Cindy.
Christine didn't say a word. Her eyes were closed and her lips were half parted. Cindy rubbed her breasts quite softly, kneading them with the palms, the way a baker would knead a mound of dough. She seemed to know just what to do, as she brushed her fingers gently across the blonde girl's nipples. She tickled them in a most delightful way, and I could see waves of pleasure pass through Christine's body.
"Don't be afraid," Cindy said again, as she made Christine turn around and face her. She threw her arms around Christine's neck and she began to kiss her softly on her soft white face, on her cheeks and forehead. She trailed hot saliva across her nose and chin, as she tried to awaken passion in the heart of her reluctant partner.
"Come on," she whispered. "Don't be afraid. There's nothing to worry about."
"No," Christine's suddenly said. "I can't go through with it."
Cindy was angry: "You cunt, why the hell are you giving me such a hard time?"
"I'm sorry," replied the blonde. "I don't know what's come over me."
"Listen," Cindy continued. "Before I took you up to my bedroom, I told you what was happening. You came up willingly, didn't you."
"Yes," nodded Christine, her lips trembling, tears falling from her eyes.
"Then why are you so scared?"
"Because I've never done this before," replied the blonde divorcee. "I've read about it, but I never actually tried it. Please don't be angry with me."
"Okay," said Cindy. "Just as long as you don't continue to play so hard to get. I mean, what difference does it make if it's a woman or a man who is rubbing up your boobs? Don't you enjoy it when I massage them? Don't you like it when I kiss you? It's not so disgusting. If you knew how many woman were Lesbians, you'd be amazed."
"Really?"
"Really," replied Cindy. "Now, shall I help you off with your panties."
"Okay...."
Cindy made Christine turn over on her back. Then she started to kiss her on the nape of her neck, and down along her spine. She was tender and soft, just the way she promised, nuzzling her face underneath Christine's smoothly shaven armpits, biting her sides, leaving a trail of sweet saliva from her shoulders, reaching all the way down to the small of her back.
"Get up a little," said Cindy to her lover. "I want to roll down your panties."
She tugged at the elastic waistband of the pink undergarment and she pulled it down past Christine's creamy thighs, down across her calves to her ankles. She picked up the panties and examined them closely. There was a thin film of moisture at the reinforced crotch of the panties, but they were not as wet as Cindy would have liked them to have been. She rolled them up in a ball and she threw them across the room.
"How does your cunt feel?" asked Cindy. "What?"
"Oh, come on," Cindy laughed. "I want to satisfy you. You don't have to be coy with me. Remember, I'm not like your former husband, who only thought about his own pleasure. He used to climb on top of you and shoot his load and then roll off. Isn't that the way he used to treat you?"
"Yes...."
"He thought that you were a urinal," Cindy continued. 'Isn't that what he once told you?"
Christine cried: "Why do you have to remind me about it, when I want to forget about him."
"Because I want to break down your resistance," Cindy explained. "You've got to understand that everything that you've been told in the past isn't at all true. Lesbians aren't dirty, ugly women. I'm not ugly, ami."
"No...."
"And you certainly aren't ugly," continued Cindy. "In fact you've got quite a little body on you, quite a beautiful and elegant little figure. Your husband was a fool to treat you the way he did."
"Oh, he was awful," sighed Christine. "From the beginning he treated me just like a toilet bowl. He never tried to satisfy me. In fact, on those rare occasions when I enjoyed myself in spite of his lack of tenderness, he used to beat me across my breasts and on my vagina. He said that a good girl wasn't supposed to enjoy sex."
"Tell me about him," said Cindy.
"Oh, I've told you before."
"I know," laughed Cindy. "But I want to hear again. Tell me all about him."
Christine, who was lying on her back, with her buttocks facing Cindy, turned over. Her breasts, which were clearly visible, were large and milky and absolutely magnificent. Her nipples were hard and they stood up like two beautiful cherries. I could also see her pubic hair, which was blonde, growing like a beard between her legs.
"Oh, my husband was a most awful man," explained Christine. "I married him when I was just seventeen years old."
"I see," said Cindy, who was still wearing her silk chemise.
"Bentley was more than twice my age," continued Christine. "But he was rich, and my parents thought that he would make a good match for me."
"You didn't love him then, did you?"
"No, I guess I didn't," replied Christine. "He was a very cold, unemotional man, and he treated me like a child, like a toy."
"Were you a virgin when you married him?"
"Yes, I was," nodded Christine. "I nearly went crazy with frustration."
"Then what happened?? "
"Well, I was so happy when I walked down the aisle on Bentley's arm. I expected our wedding night to be glorious, and until the moment we got into our hotel room, I cherished the fondest hopes."
"Then what?"
"Then I discovered the type of man that Bentley was," explained Christine. "He helped me off with my wedding gown and my petticoats and undergarments, and then the two of us got into bed. I expected him to kiss me, to touch me with his hands, to massage my breasts, to rub my vagina, to put his finger inside of the hole, the way I had heard it was done. I wanted our love-making to last way into the night, but I was badly disappointed."
"Why were you disappointed?" asked Cindy, taking Christine's hand and starting to kiss it in a most delightful manner.
"Tell me why you were disappointed," repeated Cindy.
"It was horrible, simply horrible. Bentley didn't waste time on any preliminaries. He climbed on top of me, and shoved his cock inside of me and gave me a couple of hard bangs. Then, after he came, he pulled it out and rolled over and went to sleep. He didn't even kiss me or hold me or tell me that he loved me. He didn't do any of those things."
"You poor dear!!!"
"My marriage was simply hell," continued Christine. "I soon grew more frustrated than ever. I started to go to movies, the X-rated land, and watch lovers on the screen. At night, after Bentley went to sleep, I would go into the bathroom and give myself the pleasure that he denied me."
"You used to masturbate?"
"Yes," nodded Christine. "What else was I to do? I could have taken a lover. There were many times, especially while I was in the movie house alone, that I was approached by different men, each offering to take me to bed. But they all seemed so crude, so terrible that I was repulsed. I finally decided that if I was to keep from going completely crazy, then masturbation was my only answer."
"You used to masturbate frequently?"
"Oh, quite frequently," nodded Christine, shuddering ever so slightly. "Sometimes I would masturbate to the point of orgasm seven or eight times a day. You can't imagine how horny a young girl can get sometimes."
"I know," replied Cindy. "I know all about it. Why don't you tell me how you used to masturbate?"
"Well," explained Christine. "In the beginning I used my fingers. I would stroke my heat with them, rubbing it and massaging it till I nearly exploded. After awhile I started to use a cucumber."
"A cucumber?"
"Yes," nodded Christine. "It's long and it's hard and it really filled up my cunt Shit I would almost explode as I rammed it back and forth inside of my vagina. Sometimes I would lay all afternoon in bed, with the cucumber lodged inside of me, between my legs."
"What about your husband?" asked Cindy.
"Well, he never got any better as a lover. You see, he was afraid that if he showed me any pleasure in sex, then I would develop a taste for it and would go and run around behind his back. He had been married once before and his first wife was notoriously promiscuous, which is why he divorced her."
"I see."
"He was very land when it came to other things," continued Christine. "But he refused to give me sexual satisfaction. He used to curse me when I asked him to be more gentle in bed. He would call me a tramp, and sometimes he would physically abuse me."
"Oh...."
"Yes," sighed the blonde-haired divorcee. "Whenever I showed the slightest reactions to his lovemaking, he would get angry. He didn't like it when I got wet down in my cunt. Once, while he was fucking me, I climaxed. He was so outraged that he pulled me into the bathroom and he washed out my cunt with lye soap. It was awful. He made me sit on the toilet bowl and made me spread my legs apart and he took soap and warm water and rubbed it against my vagina. He said that I was filthy for having enjoyed myself."
That stupid bastard," laughed Cindy.
"So you see," explained Christine. "Masturbation was the only outlet available for my considerable sexual energies. I kept a pretty good secret of my practice, doing it mostly in the afternoon when he was away at work."
"He never suspected then, did he?"
"No," replied Christine. "He never suspected a thing, until one night, after he had fallen asleep I went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat and started to play with myself."
"I see...."
"Normally," said Christine. "I wouldn't have been so careless, not to lock the door. But that night I was very, very horny. Bentley had just fucked me, and he had managed to awaken in me a passion which I simply had to satisfy. I used a long necked wine bottle to stuff up my cunt, twisting it around in smooth circles. I worked it all the way up, inside of my pussy, and I sloshed it around in a most delightful way."
Then what happened?"
"Well, like I said," continued Christine, "I forgot to close the bathroom door. There I was, with a wine bottle stuck up my hole, playing with my clitoris, when suddenly the door burst open."
"Was it Bentley?"
"Yes, it was him," explained Christine. "I was horrified, simply horrified. I looked at him and I didn't know what to do. I began to sweat all over and my face turned red and my heart was beating like a jackhammer."
"So what happened?? " asked Cindy, kissing Christine on her face and on the erogenous regions of her neck and throat.
"Oh it was awful, just awful," replied the blonde-haired girl. "Suddenly he charged at me like a bull, pulling the wine bottle out of my cunt and smashing it in the bathtub. He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom."
"Then what did he do?? "
"Then he started to beat me with his fists. He hit me across my face till I was bleeding from my lips and nose. like a vicious animal, he cursed me and he kicked me with his feet and punched me with his hands. He made me spread open my legs and he started to maul my cunt with his fingers. He pulled at my clitoris, as though he was trying to tear it out. He pushed his fingers into my vagina and started to rip at it, the way someone would try to rip open a chicken. He turned me over on my side and he beat my ass till it was nearly black and blue. I was only nineteen at the time, and I was crying like a baby, begging him to stop torturing me like that."
"Did her
"No, he didn't," continued Christine. "He pinched me till I was black and blue all over. Then suddenly he stopped and looked down at my helpless body, at my wet face and I think that he was aroused."
"Ohhh...."
"Yes, he must have been aroused, because he pulled down his pajama bottom and I could see that his cock was standing up, nice and hard."
"Did he have a big cock?" asked Cindy. "I like a big cock."
"You do?"
"Well," laughed Cindy. "I don't have to have it inside of me. But I like to look at it. A nice, big cock arouses me, if you know what I mean."
"Well," said Christine. "Bentley was a nice, sizable fellow. I never measured his cock, but it was big and round and when he slipped it into me, it made me feel nice and full down there."
"I see," nodded Cindy, reaching down with her hands to the warmth of Christine's inner thighs.
"Shall I tell you the rest of the story?" asked Christine suddenly. "You seem to be eager to make love to me. I can see that you're wet all the way through your chemise. Does it excite you to have your finger inside of my hole? Does it thrill you to rub up my cunt?"
"I confess it does," laughed Cindy. "But I'm curious to know what your husband Bentley did to you after he gave you a beating."
"Well that must have excited him," explained Christine. "Because after taking off his pajama he climbed on top of me and started to rub his cock all over my body. He stuck it into my face, and made me take it into my mouth. Then he rubbed it against my tits and on my stomach and belly."
"Oh...."
"I think he was trying to degrade me," said Christine. "He treated me as though I was an animal, making me turn over as he pinched my ass and squeezed it till it almost turned black and blue. You know what he did afterwards?"
"No, what did your husband do to you?? "
"He fucked me in the back," said Christine.
"You mean that he stuck his penis into your ass-hole?" asked Cindy.
"No," replied the blonde-haired divorcee. "He made me get up on the bed on my hands and knees and he fucked me doggie style, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, yes I do," laughed Cindy. "I certainly do."
"He made me spread my legs apart and then he rammed his cock between my thighs and then he pushed it up against my crack, shoving it into my creamy cunt with so much strength that I almost thought he would kill me. Yes, I thought that his organ would tear through my stomach."
"You poor, sweet thing," cried Cindy. "Aren't you glad that you finally divorced that bastard?"
"Yes!"
"Aren't you glad that you're up here, in bed with me? You know, I'm nothing like your husband. I'm going to be very, very gentle with you. I'm going to fuck you the way no man has ever fucked you before. You'll enjoy it when the two of us are together. Won't you enjoy it, Christine?"
The blonde-haired girl shook her head.
"That's a sweet little pussy," whispered Cindy as she circled her arms around her lover's waist. She pulled her close and she started to kiss her again. She kissed her forehead and her cheeks and then her lips. I could see Cindy's sweet tongue dart into Christine's partly opened mouth.
Cindy then bent down and started to explore the blonde girl's luxurious body. She kissed her throat, leaving a little vampire mark before reaching down to her breasts. Christine was a top-heavy girl, with large, creamy white mammaries. Her flesh was soft and smooth, and delicately veined with thin blue lines which led to her nipples. I watched through the partially opened door as Cindy swallowed Christine's meaty little nipples, biting on them and sucking on them until they grew firm and hard, standing up like two pink cherries.
"Lie down," said Cindy gently.
"What are you going to do to me?" asked Christine.
"You'll see."
"No, I want to know."
Cindy laughed: "My, but you're a curious little bitch. I'm going to eat you the way you've never been eaten before."
"You mean that you're going to kiss me between my legs?"
"Yes," nodded Cindy. "That's just what I'm going to do to you. I'm going to lick your cunt with my tongue. I'm sure that your husband Bendey never did that to you."
"No," replied Christine. "Never."
Cindy, who was still wearing a chemise, nudged Christine down to the mattress with one hand, while she rubbed the warmth of her full, fleshy inner thighs with her other hand.
"You're quite a big girl!" said Cindy.
"Do you think that I'm fat...."
"No," replied Cindy. "I like girls like you. I like big girls with meat on their body. I like girls that are soft and sweet and young. I like girls with big tits, which you certainly have."
"Yes, I certainly do," explained Christine. "I'm a size 36 with a D cup. I'm kind of proud of my breasts. Sometimes when I wear a tight sweater, men constantly leer at me. They ogle me with their eyes."
"I can't blame them," laughed Cindy, as she bent down and started to kiss Christine's soft, round tummy. She licked her white skin, covering it with saliva. Cindy alternated between kisses and bites, as she manipulated the other girl's rounded breasts with her free hands.
"You're beginning to get wet," said Cindy suddenly. "How can you tell?"
"I can smell you," replied Cindy. "My, but you have a smelly little hole."
"Does it offend you?" asked Christine.
Cindy laughed: "No, it certainly doesn't Smelly cunt is a Lesbian s delight I like a girl that gets wet down there. I like the aroma. It turns me on."
Cindy nuzzled her face between Christine's mushy soft thighs, reaching up with her tongue to her cunt Christine began to tremble, as Cindy's lips touched the hot gash. She was shivering and moaning, as Cindy swallowed up her soft, pearl shaped clitoris. Cindy bit it with her teeth, and rolled it around in her mouth, slapping it with her tongue in a most delightful manner, applying an exhilarating friction to its soft, slippery surface.
"How was that?" asked Cindy. "How did you enjoy that?"
"Heavenly!! ! Just heavenly!!!" cooed Christine, who had just about overcome her initial reluctance. Her body seemed to quiver with a molten hot passion as my wife manipulated her genitalia.
As I watched, through the partially open door, I could tell that Cynthia was an expert when it came to the art of cunnilingus. I was certain that she had done this sort of thing before. She must have eaten dozens of women in the past if not more.
I continued to watch as Cindy lapped up the feminine juices that were running so freely out of Christine's passionate love hole. She stuck her tongue inside several times, pushing it in and out the way a man would push his cock. She stroked the swollen lips of Christine's vagina in a soft, slow deliberate manner.
"Do you like that?" Cindy asked suddenly, as she lifted up her head for air.
"Oh yes," replied Christine. "That was beautiful. I'm gushing with sweat, and I feel like I'm going to explode with pleasure."
"You see, I told you that it's not so bad to have another woman make love to you."
"Oh, it can be wonderful," cried Christine, her thighs spread across the bed obscenely.
Cindy, who was still wearing a chemise, took it off. Underneath she had on a white brassiere and a pair of dark green panties. Compared to Christine, she was small and angular. Nevertheless, her body was soft and desirable and I felt excited as I watched her unhook the back of her bra, and slip out of it. I could see her young, delicate breasts, as they bounced up and down when she moved.
"Look at my breasts," said Cindy. "Do you want to kiss them?"
"Well..." said Christine. "Not yet. I still wouldn't feel right if I kissed them."
"Okay," laughed Cindy. "I can understand what you mean. The first time I had my first Lesbian experience, I also felt a Utile funny. But don't worry, after I've made love to you a couple of times, you'll get used to it and you'll be begging to kiss my boobs."
I hope so," replied Christine.
"Anyway," whispered Cindy, "you know what I'm going to do right now?"
"What?" asked Christine. "I hope that it's fun."
"Everything that I'll do to you is going to be fun," explained Cindy. "I'm an expert when it comes to young girls like yourself. I'm a very good lover and I've initiated plenty of sweet young things into the club."
"Really?"
"Oh yes," laughed Cindy. "I've slept with half the women on this block. Their husbands go away to work and they come to me and tell me all of their problems and I take them up to bed and I turn them into Lesbians. After I'm finished with a girl, she's never the same."
"Oh...."
"Don't be so uptight," whispered Cindy. "You know what I'm going to do to you now."
"What?"
"Look at my tits," said Cindy. "Look at how nice and round they are. Look at my dark little nipples. Do you see how hard they are?"
"Yes...."
"You want to know what I'm going to do with them?"
"What?" asked Christine again, quite breathless.
"I'm going to take my tits and rub them against your hot, wet cunt," replied Cindy. "Yes, that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to stick my nipples into your hole, and I'm going to rub it against your slippery crack."
Christine seemed helpless as Cindy went down on top of her. She did exactly what she said that she was going to do. She nuzzled her small breasts between Christine's legs, pressing them against her creamy cunt. Christine seemed to be going into an orgasm, as Cindy rubbed her breasts against the crack.
"Shit!!!" cried the blonde divorcee.
Cindy was pleased with the reaction and kept pumping her breasts against the deep gash, rubbing it and massaging it in a most delightful manner.
I continued to watch the two women making love and I was quite excited. I could feel a hard-on growing in my pants. My genitals quivered as I watched the two Lesbians on the bed. Suddenly I couldn't control myself any longer and burst through the door.
At first, neither Christine nor Cindy seemed to be aware of my presence, as they continued their steamy love play. I walked over to the bed when my wife, Cindy looked up. Her face turned as red as a beet when she realized that I had finally discovered her little secret
"So it's you, Paul," she said stupidly.
"Yes, it's me."
"I suppose you'll be wanting an explanation."
"Yes...."
"Oh my God," Cindy suddenly cried. "Oh my God!!!"