“When my last child left the house to marry I discovered that I had lots of time and money. Arnold kept suggesting that I go on long trips by myself. He claimed he was too busy to take extended vacations with me. The truth of the matter was he wanted to have more time with his chicks.
“Arnold always did spend much of his time away from home. I took it for granted that he spent it at work. I never dreamed that my husband, my hard-working man, was actually playing around with girls old enough to be his daughters. I found out about Arnold's affairs when I caught him once with a pretty blonde with a wonderful body. He had taken her into the house we shared when he thought I had gone off on a vacation. I had missed the plane and had returned home only to find Arnold in bed with this girl who was barely out of her teens.
“I looked on speechless as she popped out of bed waving her naked ass while my husband just lay there like a frozen statue. Since I wasn't one who kept things bottled up inside myself I let out a scream and slapped the girl around. When my husband tried to break up the cat fight I clawed him across his ugly mug.
“'Dorothy,' he tried to explain, 'it really isn't nothing. She is just some girl.'
“'I can see that!' I screamed back. 'I can see that she isn't a boy!'
“Arnold told me that it was natural for men his age to have affairs. 'After all,' he said, 'you can't expect a man to go through life having only one woman.'
“Well, it seemed that now that my husband was loaded girls flocked to him as they hadn't during his youth. To girls there is no such thing as a rich ugly man. Once a man has money he is a movie idol. There are girls who can take men in any shape and at any age so long as they are willing to pay. The blonde, of course, was just another hooker but she still shook me up. I wondered how many other girls my husband had been fooling around with and he confessed that he had been going to high-priced call girls for years!
“The one thing that had made life bearable for me was the love of my husband and now he told me that I never even had that really. He didn't start chasing other girls until he was past forty but it didn't take him long to make up for all the girls he had missed as a young man.
“After the blonde left and I had calmed down I couldn't blame my husband. I understood him because we were so much alike. After a lifetime of loneliness and of being married to a not-so-pretty woman he had reached a point where he had the money to attract the kind of cunts he had always hungered for. I knew enough not to make him promise to give up these girls. He had worked his ass off all his life and he deserved his fun. Yes, and I deserved my fun, too.
“The next day I went back to the airport and caught a plane. I was sure that Arnold got the blonde back into bed as soon as he realized I had actually taken off this time. So my husband was playing around. Many married men in their forties did the same. I was sure that just as many married women made it with studs, too, and I calmly decided to get me some of that action.
“I went to a resort near the beach. The joint was crawling with prostitutes… of both sexes. Since women were supposed to have the same rights as men I couldn't see what was so wrong about hiring a stud.
“The male whores posed as beach boys, those young men who ran all kinds of errands for guests. I had always been aware of their existence but had never thought about using them until now. I fixed my gaze on one very attractive fellow who was half my age and who posed about the pool in a bikini. I could see that he was more in love with himself than anything else but was willing to allow others to adore him… for a price.
“Gregory was popular with the middle-aged ladies at the resort and I joined the chorus of love-starved women. I got the tanned vision to come into my room on some excuse. He knew what I really wanted and was prepared to go all the way. At the age of fifty I decided to commit adultery for the first time. I didn't feel guilty about it because I knew that my husband had been screwing girls on the side for years.
“As soon as we entered my room and locked the door I made a pass at the young man. I patted his fanny and told him that he had a beautiful tan. 'Are you brown all over?' I wanted to know.
“He gave me a weak smile as if to say that my approach was a corny one. I was sure he had heard dozens of different versions of that line. 'There aren't many places to sunbathe in the nude around here,' he informed me. 'See how little sun I got on my ass.'
“Gregory pulled his trunks down and revealed his pale rear end as if it were the crown jewels. His penis was limp and he had a sandy patch of pubic hair. I took the cock in my hand and played with it. 'How much?' I asked getting directly to the point.
“He made a face. I could see that he wasn't used to this direct question. I suppose male prostitutes and female clients hedged around first about price and I had taken the play away from him with my abrupt question. But I always found directness to be a virtue and I wasn't going to let this pretty-boy take me for a ride. Shit, since I was paying for him I deserved to know how much he expected.
“'Well, we can discuss price later,' he hedged and took his cock out of my hand as if he didn't want me to get any free feels.
“'Let's talk about it now,' I demanded. 'If you don't want me I can find another boy who…'
“'Fifty dollars,' he said suddenly once he realized that I wasn't one of his love-struck old ladies who depended on him alone for sex.
“Fifty. My husband paid as much as a hundred a night for his call girls. I told the guy he had better be good for that price and he gave me another of his weak, annoyed smiles. Gregory was a beauty physically but he was really nothing inside. The bastard had probably been spoiled so much by women all his life that he took the female sex for granted.
“I took off my clothes and the son-of-a-bitch didn't even look at me when I was naked. This galled me no end. The least he could've done was flash me a leer. Of course I knew that I wasn't exactly the type to turn men on. I hadn't been attractive as a girl and age hadn't improved my looks.
“When I slipped next to the nude young man on top of the bed he took his prick in his hand and started to pull on it. My annoyance grew. I wasn't going to give him fifty bucks for jerking off!
“'I… I've had other commitments,' Gregory explained nervously. Commitments, that was a polite way of saying cunts.
“'Let me pull on that thing,' I said and grabbed his meat.
“Gregory lay back on the bed like a woman and allowed me to jerk his cock into hardness. As it started to swell he spread his legs wide, showing off. 'Why not take it in your mouth?' he asked. 'You can get it harder that way.'
“I was about to lean over to such when something stopped me. I then thought of Tony, that stud from the factory. He had made the same demand. 'I suppose you want to come in my mouth,' I said.
“'If that's what you want,' he answered coyly.
“The bastard! Like Tony he had an aversion to my body and wanted a French job to complete the sex act. Things hadn't changed much. Boys still avoided loving me. Well, there was one thing that did change and that was the fact that now I could call the sexual shots. I let go of the stud's prick and rolled over on my back. 'How about you going down on me instead?' I asked, glaring into his cold eyes.
“Gregory jumped slightly. I suppose he wasn't used to having his clients make such demands. He didn't seem to care much for my offer and I watched his prick soften once more after all the hard work we had put in to make it stiff.
“This time I was the one to spread my legs and grin. Gregory lay on his side and placed a hand on one of my breasts. He started licking the nipple. If he had an idea that this was going to be the Frenching I had bought he was sadly mistaken. The bastard was going to put those rosy lips of his against my pussy and lap inside me with his tongue if he expected to leave the room fifty bucks richer.