"Oh!" Jill gasped. "Oh, Bobbie Jean! I couldn't do that!"
"I don't see why not," Bobbie Jean replied quickly, grinning mischievously. "You don't have to tell Larry everything you how!"
Then she winked at Jill, making the poor girl blush even more. "Besides, I bet you don't tell him about finger-fucking yourself, do you?"
Jill looked like she waited to sink right through the floor. "No," she admitted. "Larry would probably be all shocked if I told him about that!"
"Well, I don't think there's anything wrong in two friends getting together and having a few kicks," Bobbie Jean declared. "You've got to admit that it's slot better than going out to a bar and picking up some guy to bring home."
Jill took a deep breath. "I… I guess you're right Bobbie Jean. It's just that I don't want to do anything to make Larry angry."
Bobbie Jean giggled. "If you told him about getting it on with another woman it'd probably make him more horny than angry. I know that every time I mention something like that to Stan he gets so horny he almost rapes me on the spot."
"You mean you tell him about it?" Jill's expression was even more shocked.
"Sure," Bobbie Jean answered casually. "Stan loves to hear about what we used to do in school. He says that hearing about women doing it always makes him as stiff as a board." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "He even wants me to do it again sometime and let him watch!"
Jill's eyes widened again. "Are you going to do it?"
"That just depends," Bobbie Jean confessed. "There's really nobody I'd like to do it with now except maybe you."
Jill felt the blush rise to her face again. She had never had such an embarrassing conversation. At first she didn't know what to say but she didn't want to hurt Bobbie Jean's feelings. After all, they were best friends.
"You don't have to say anything right now," Bobbie Jean said, sensing Jill's confusion and taking it as a hopeful sign. At least Jill hadn't said no before thinking. She decided to let Jill mull it over for awhile. She was sure that sooner or later Larry would do something to make Jill mad and then she could mention it again.
She put her coffee cup in the sink and started out the door. "Keep the book," she called out as she stepped through the doorway. "Stan's got every picture memorized by now, I'm sure."
Jill had put the book up on the top shelf of the closet. She tried to forget all about it but she kept seeing that picture of the two girl's licking each other's pussies all day. Finally she gave up and paged carefully through the whole book. There were all sorts of pictures of people doing things she hadn't even known about, like the picture of the guy putting his long stiff prick in a girl's tiny asshole. She began to wonder what else there was about sex that she didn't know.
The next time Larry and she fucked, she kept thinking about the wild things in that book. She wondered if they would feel good to try. She found that just having Larry climb on top of her and hump away in a few seconds just wasn't as exciting as looking at the book and playing with her pussy with her own fingers.
She wished that she had never seen that dam book! It was opening her eyes to all sorts of exciting things about sex and she wished that she could try some of them. Of comic she couldn't, though. If she said that she wanted to do something different, Larry would wonder where she got the idea and then she'd have to tell him about the book. She just knew that he wouldn't approve! It would cause a big fight, and she didn't want that! She would just have to put it out of her mind. She would have to forget that she had ever seen it!
Jill tried to throw the book away several times. She always pulled it out of the trash before the trashmen came, though. It was like the book was a bridge to an exciting new world and she just couldn't give it up even though she knew Larry wouldn't approve of the sexy, kinky ideas it gave her.
"Your turn hon," Larry called out. He came out of the shower with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. He patted her ass as she moved past him into the bathroom.
"Don't take all night. I've got something I want to give you before we go to sleep."
Jill shut the door. She still had the frozen, pleasant smile on her face.
She undressed quickly and turned on the shower. She tried to concentrate on soaping her body and rushing to finish the shower, but the warmth in her pussy grew.
God! She was horny. It wasn't the kind of lust that Larry could satisfy though. She knew that. She lusted for the kinds of wild things in the book of sexy pictures. She lusted for adventure, novelty, kicks…
"Damn!" she muttered angrily. This was getting out of hand!
She tried to think of all the good points of her marriage. She thought of her husband's trim figure, of their comfortable life, of their position in the community, but if didn't do a bit of good. Her pussy burned for kicks and she'd never get them with Larry.
The world was different now. She knew that. She was living in an age of free love, of sexual revolution. It didn't seem to make any difference in her life, though. She was stuck in suburbia, where everything was proper and nice. Everyone else was out fucking whomever they wanted, doing wild and lascivious things in bed, but she was stuck with Larry, the proper husband and there was nothing she could do about it without risking her marriage.
Jill had had only one man in her whole life. At thirty-three, she knew next to nothing about sex. She had seen only one cock and that was when she had peeked at Larry in the shower. He never made love with the lights on, never did anything kinky or exciting. Sex was a complete bore and the only reason that she let him fuck her was because it was her wifely duty.
She let the water rush against her throbbing tits. The wetness splattering against her nipples felt like little needles. It didn't hurt though. It felt surprisingly good against her horny plump nipples. It seemed to make the heat in her pussy grow and grow.
With a muffled groan she aimed the spray of water lower and reached down with her fingers. Her cuntlips were puffy and slick from the water.
She gave a sharp little gasp as the water rushed against her soft, open cunt. It zeroed in and pelted against her erect clit, arousing her even more.
"Hey, are you going to stay in there all night?" Larry's voice called out through the bathroom door.
She jumped as if she'd been shot. It wouldn't do to have Larry push open the shower door and find her playing with her pussy.
She shut off the water. Damn! She wished she could have stayed in just a little bit longer, feeling the water caress her throbbing pussy in that exciting way. Larry was waiting though. She fixed a smile firmly on her face and started to open the bathroom door. Then a mischievous little grin spread over her face. Maybe fucking with Larry wouldn't be so bad after all. She would try something new to arouse him. She would undress in front of him with the lights on. Maybe that would spark a little life into their sex.
Larry was waiting for her in bed, as always. He had his pajamas on. She wished he would sleep in the nude. It would be a lot more sexy that way.
She walked over to the dresser and took a deep breath. Usually she turned off the light and slipped off her robe. Then she climbed into bed. Tonight she would change all that.
She let her robe slip off her shoulders. She could see his free in the mirror. He was watching her.
She picked up the hairbrush and ran it through her shining blonde hair. She felt sure that she was making Larry nice and horny. She knew that she had a good body and her image in the mirror confirmed that.
When she lifted her arms up to brush her hair, her round, full tits bounced sexily. They stuck straight out from her chest. The nipples plumped up and pouted back at her. She knew that she had beautiful tits. They were bigger than the nude pictures she had seen of pin-ups in men's magazines. They were even better than the girls had in that sexy picture book. They weaved slightly as she brushed her hair. She watched Larry ogle them in the mirror.