“I liked the way he sucked on my nipple, though. As he mouthed me he reached down to my slit and stuck a finger inside. He found my clit and excitement began to well up in me.
“I slipped my hands over his tanned and muscular back. He was really very beautiful. But, compared to my husband, anyone would be beautiful. The more I saw of the stud the more I understood Arnold. After sleeping with me for so many years he just had to get him some pretty meat.
“Gregory licked my breasts and sucked each nipple until they were sticking up like a couple of baby cocks. To my disappointment his own cock lay limp. Although he was exciting me I wasn't doing a thing to him. Well, I was sure that my husband hardly turned on those little whores of his, either.
“The stud reached my thighs with his mouth. He ran his tongue all over them as if building up courage to press his mouth against my half-century old vagina. Finally he licked my bush and then pressed his lips against my opening. 'Lick all the way in, doll,' I all but ordered. 'I want a complete job.'
“The nude man sighed and spread the lips of my sexual cleft apart. He was no novice at going down on women and knew just how to use his tongue. He whipped it across my clitoris and triggered spasms of passions inside my body. I massaged his bobbing head with my fingertips and moaned aloud. 'More… more,' I urged.
“Gregory seemed pleased by my reaction and his dick began to swell with pride as he shoved his face in between my legs. I pressed my inner thighs against his smooth cheeks as he gave me the best French job I had ever enjoyed.
“'Are there any other boys like you around here?' I asked after he was finished.
“'Yes, but I can take care of you,' he told me.
“Now that he could see that I was good for a fifty he wanted to be my exclusive serviceman. I couldn't see the point in that. My husband didn't restrict himself to just one girl so why should I have only one stud?
“The gigolo-beach boys had their own grapevine and I was soon pegged as a bit of a nut because I never wanted a straight fuck. Well, that isn't exactly right; I did want to be laid in the normal way but I also wanted to make it harder for these boys. If they didn't like the idea of throwing their meat into me I could just imagine how they felt about mouthing my pussy.
“At fifty bucks a shot my money didn't last long at the resort but it was still the best vacation I ever had. During my stay I had seven different studs French me and I was certain that my husband couldn't say as much about the girls he messed with.
“I wanted to brag about my adventures when I got home but I wanted to make my husband feel guilty about being caught with a girl. If I told him about Gregory and the others he would stop feeling guilty and he would be off the hook. As it was he always tried to make up to me by not complaining about the amounts of cash I drew from our joint account and of the trips I kept going on.
“Through my call boys I learned of other places where women could enjoy stud service. The next place I went to was less than eighty miles away from my front door. It was supposed to be a 'health farm' where women went to lose weight. Instead of beach boys the place had masseurs who doubled as whores. On my first night there I asked one of these masseurs to come to my room to do his duty. In came this big, hairy guy wearing tight pants and a tee shirt. He was in his late twenties which meant he could be my son. Frank rubbed my naked body with his strong hands. He really did know how to give massages. Frank spread my buttocks apart and spent a lot of time rubbing my ass. Then he slapped my can and told me to roll over. When I did I could see that his prick had grown stiff and it bulged his crotch. I placed a foot against it. 'I see you like your work,' I told him.
“This was all he needed to go into his pitch. 'I do more than massage,' he said and opened his fly.
“His dick was big and healthy. I flicked my foot against it and the man got ready to mount me as if I had already asked for a screw. He was a handsome stud but I didn't like the way he took me for granted. Just as he was about to push his dick into me I said, 'French me.'
“He stopped as if struck by a bullet. 'You don't want it straight?' he asked in a surprised tone.
“'Not today,' I told him. “Frank seemed unhappy about not going through with the screwing and he turned his face towards my hairy patch. Down went his mouth and, like Gregory, he knew how to make oral love. “I kept on having young men mouth me and I always got a kick out of the way they reacted to my demands. I was the first woman who ever wanted French jobs and nothing else. Every other broad was only too happy to have a guy ram his meat in between their legs. I was just as sex-hungry but I had different needs. There was something about having a handsome guy go down on me that thrilled my entire being.
“My husband went on staying out late and he always pretended that he was working even though I knew he was plowing into some new cutie. I was dying to tell him about my loves. I wanted to show him that two could play the same game. But, like all men, he thought that prostitute-chasing was strictly a male occupation. The only men who thought otherwise were the studs who sold their bodies to females.
“After a while I got careless and made the mistake of bringing studs home. My husband caught me with a cute lad of twenty and blew his stack. It was a repeat of that scene we had together in the bedroom except our roles were now reversed; I was the one with the whore.
“Arnold wanted to beat the guy up but I managed to put and end of that. My husband was no match for this boy and he would've had his head handed to him. Arnold thought I was crazy and that's why I'm here. After listening to my story you must know I'm not nuts. I'm just an old bag who likes young guys to French her. If that's insanity then at least half the women in the world must be mad.” DIAGNOSIS:
Dorothy is one of the most stable oral adulteresses I've ever met because she is not guilty about her affairs and knows why she wants men to perform cunnilingus upon instead of fornication. When Tony, the boy she met at the factory when she was a girl, had her fellate him she realized that it was because he had not found her attractive enough to have genital-to-genital intercourse with. Tony compounded this insult by telling morons at work about her and she had to bear their clumsy overtures. Dorothy never forgot this and found sweet revenge in making young men perform oral acts upon her in later life.
The woman was not satisfied having these men without her husband knowing about it. She did not like the idea that her husband could go through life enjoying girls and thinking that she was ready for the sexual scrap heap. Although Dorothy couldn't bring herself to tell her husband directly about her affairs she managed to have him “accidentally” catch her in the act with another man. Actually she wanted to revenge herself upon her husband this time for his years of adultery.
Helen Deutsch, in her book, Neurosis And Character, points out that many accidents are based on a hidden desire to hurt oneself or someone else. A man bent on suicide, for example, but who is unable to kill himself directly may drive when drunk and wind up in a car crash. Dorothy acted like this when she brought a man home secretly knowing that her husband would catch them both in bed.
I couldn't help the woman in any way because she was determined to go on having men. I could only point out that it was neurotic of her to restrict her affairs to oral acts. If she had to have other men she might just as well enjoy them completely.
At this writing the woman and her husband have come to an agreement whereby each has a right to a private life and private “friends.” This is actually a far more mature arrangement than getting a divorce. In time they will tire of having lovers and turn to one another again. Sex passes but true love is lasting.