Chapter 1
Sue Callaway was just awakening from another restful night's sleep. She was always zesty and perky in the early morning. She sat up in bed, tossed her long flowing brunette hair to one side, stretched her delicate arms above her pretty head, and yawned.
Her large, full breasts lifted the material of her diaphanous nightgown upward, and her large rounded nipples pressed against the sheer fabric in a very enticing way. Her firm little tummy sucked inward as she continued to stretch and yawn, and her pretty little pussy arched downward against the mattress, as if yearning to stretch and awaken itself.
Her husband, Fred, was lying in bed beside her. From the time that she had sat up, he had been keenly watching her, noting every sexy move. No matter how many times he looked at her, he couldn't get over how attractive she was.
Damn! She was as curvaceous and as gorgeous as the day that he had married her-and that had been nearly ten years ago.
Those tits of hers were still as large and as firm as they were on their wedding day. Those nipples of hers were still as pink and uptilted as the first night that he had sucked on them. That tummy of hers was still solid, narrow, and flat as the first afternoon that he had rammed his cock into her. And that ass of hers was just as shapely and well-sculpted as the first night that he had felt it in the front seat of his father's Oldsmobile.
Mmm! Mmm! She was a great-looking piece of ass, all right.
He yearned to reach over and grab a handful of tit, or maybe a palmful of pussy, or maybe just stroke her inner thigh until she was worked up into a passionate heat. But he knew that she would resist any sexual advances-especially in the wee hours of the morning. The woman just wouldn't put out more than once a week- -and that was only on Saturday night-and then only if she were in the proper mood.
Fred sighed. It was sad being married to a woman who looked good enough to eat on a platter, and yet behaved so puritanically. Alas, he would just have to sit in bed with his hard-on and dream of fucking someone else.
Meanwhile, in the house next door, the beautiful and curvaceous blonde, Pam Samuels, was just waking up also. Like Sue, she stretched her delicate arms above her pretty head and yawned. In turn, her firm titties were lifted upward against the diaphanous material of her sheer nightgown, tenting it nicely and displaying her large pink nipples properly.
Her husband, Keith, looked over at his wife in open admiration. He had to admit that she was a truly great looking piece of ass. Just as good-looking as Sue Callaway, or any other woman on the street. In fact, anyone with a predilection for hard-ons would be proud to have Pam as a spouse. Unfortunately, like Sue, she was just too puritanical. She was a once-a-week girl, whereas, he wanted an always-ready-teddy who would spread her thighs at the snap of a finger.
He had heard Fred complain occasionally about Sue's puritanism. It seemed to be rampant in the neighborhood. Every good looking honey seemed to have the I-Only-Fuck-Once-A-Week-Virus.
Until recently he hadn't really given it much thought. Now he realized that he and Fred were in very similar, and equally sad, circumstances. They were each married to extremely beautiful women who were too prudish for their own good.
As he watched Pam step out of the bed and into the bathroom, he thought of running after her, pulling off her nightgown, throwing her over the sink, and fucking some sense into her. But that wouldn't be appropriate. She would scream bloody murder.
Damn! He wished that she would get over her reluctance to participate in uninhibited sex. Half the fun of being young and healthy was joy one got from sex. But hell! He felt like a eunuch! Once a week for only twenty minutes at a time was for the birds. He was married to a woman who had a body like a centerfold and he wanted to fuck it as often as possible.
He rolled over in bed and pounded his fist into the pillow. Just then, he recalled reading about a training camp for prudish women. He had seen some ad in the back of a supermarket tabloid. The ad caught his eye because the caption seemed to speak right to him: "Horny Hubbies Need Horny Wives-How To Cure Her Prudish Ways."
He remembered the place as being called Camp Paulette. Apparently husbands enrolled wives in the place under a false pretext, and the women were then trained in the fine art of fucking. Word had it that they were never the same once they came away from the camp. They went in with their knees locked together, and they came out having difficulty keeping their panties on.
Hmmm, he thought. Maybe he could get Fred interested in Camp Paulette and they could split the expenses.