"But gradually, very casually, Mark was showing a lessening interest in our sex life. I tried very hard to be an understanding wife, but there were nights when I thought I'd go insane if he didn't suck me, when I'd lie there in the dark with a pain in my groin from desire and listening to his soft snoring. I was becoming highly dissatisfied with our diminishing sex life, though I was perfectly happy in every other way. Or at least, until I found out what was going on!
"We'd been married for a little over a year when, as was not unusual, Mark phoned me from the office one day telling me that I should go ahead and have dinner without him, that he had to meet with a client and would dine with him. He mentioned some nearby restaurant where I could reach him if anything urgent came up, as he always did, and I really didn't think anything about it. But later on, feeling rather mischievous I suppose, I decided to get all gussied up and surprise him at the restaurant-client or no client. I wouldn't stay long, just have a drink with them and then come home if they still had more business to discuss. When I got there, however, and before Mark spotted me, I saw that this 'client' was a very young blonde-too young to need a corporation attorney-and that my husband had one hand around her shoulder and the other looked suspiciously as if it were halfway up her crotch!
"Hurt, cruelly disappointed, I stumbled out of the place before Mark could possibly see me. I think I was probably in a state of great emotional shock because I don't really remember too much about that evening. I returned home, I know that, but I can't seem to recall anything more about that evening. Mark has since told me that when he got home, I was sound asleep. That seems unbelievable to me, but at this point in our marriage, he has no reason to lie. Somehow I got through the next morning, made Mark his breakfast, and sent him off to the office. He had asked me if I was feeling all right, and I do remember telling him that I felt as if I were coming down with a cold. The rest of the morning is something of- a blur in my mind. I know that I bathed luxuriously, soaking for at least an hour in the hot soothing tub, that I chose my clothes with great care and dressed painstakingly, and that I went to a beauty parlor I'd noticed quite near Mark's office. It was just a little before noon when I glided through the imitation oak doors to his suite. I marched right past his receptionist and his secretary, straight into his lair. Fortunately, for everyone, I suppose-he was alone. He glanced up at me, his face breaking into a welcoming smile until he got a closer look at my expression.
"'Don't bother to get up, Mark,' I said to him, walked straight in front of his face, then pulled up my skirt to expose my naked snatch. 'Suck it, buster. Suck it now… before you're too tired to suck it later 'cause you've been shacking up with some teen-ager!'
'"Are you out of your mind, Liz? Do you realize what you're doing?'
"'If you're worried about anyone seeing us, Melvin Belli Jr., go lock your door, but you are going to make love to me and right now!'
"Pale and trembling slightly, Mark eased himself out of his chair and crossed the room to lock the door. 'Now, what's this all about, Liz?'
"That was a mistake. He should never have given me that opening because I told him-loud and clear. I screeched at him that I was at the restaurant the night before, saw what he was up to, and that I was damned sick and tired of leading a nun's life because he exhausted himself with other women. Oh, I made quite a scene, no doubt about it. To give you an idea of how loud I was, Mark fired the gals he had working for him about a week later-he was too embarrassed to look them in the eye. But at that instant in time, I was like a wild woman and nothing he said or did was going to stop me from getting my cunt sucked right then and there. And Mark must have sensed that it was my cunt or his practice because he stopped protesting and began soothing, placating me, telling me what a divine idea it was for me to come by the office so that we could have sex together, and he began teasing my cunt with his fingers, just the way he had on our first date; then unzipping his fly, he brought one of my hands down to caress his cock. I recall being somewhat startled to feel how hard it was, as if he meant what he was saying! He stretched out on the leather couch with his cock standing straight up into the air and guided me to come straddle his face with my enflamed cunt. The moment I felt his breath on my snatch, had his turgid cock near my lips, a kind of sexual frenzy overtook me. If I could have, I'd have clubbed him to death with his own prick, but instead, feeling his tongue begin to lave my tormented pussy, I reciprocated and began to suck his cock. He was damned lucky, I'll tell you that. One false move and I'd have broken the damn thing off for him!
"I guess Mark's instinct for survival, the challenge I'd presented, and the knowledge that he'd been caught redhanded with the blonde the night before-well, all of these things must have more or less conspired to make our sexual union one of revenge rather than love. It was fierce in its intensity, and it was quick. I ground my pussy into his face, feeling the moist steam of my cunt upon his flesh, and I was not gentle with his balls and cock. I dug my nails into the flesh of his thighs, leaving ugly red half-moons upon his skin, and for the first time, Mark was brutal with me, savage in his sucking of me. His teeth were rough, and his hands mauled me… 'but by God! we had an orgasm that left us both panting from exhaustion.
"I must have made a rather silly picture, sprawled out on the couch with all my clothes on, and my obviously recent wash-and-set hanging damply around my face. But then, no sillier than Mark. He finally got enough, strength to pull himself out from under me and went to the bar and fixed us both drinks. We were in his office until past three in the morning, but we let it all hang out that day-every single thing that was bugging us, our needs and fears. It was as if we'd just met, as if we'd really been strangers to each other all the time we'd known each other.
"Mark explained why he was out with the blonde, and that, yes, he did sometimes 'stray,' but most of the time when he came home too tired to fuck, he really was just that-with no hanky-panky behind it. We both cried several times, revealing our true inner selves to each other, but we got it all out… every screaming need each of us had about sex, what we could or could not do about it, and-of paramount importance-where to go from there.
"He then knew that I could not go as long as he could without sex and he had a choice-either give up his career or expect me to take on a lover. Naturally, both of these possibilities were completely out of the question. Yet we knew that we were good for each other in every possible way, that we did not want a divorce. Actually, it was Mark who first suggested-a sex club. Initially I was somewhat shocked, but we kept talking about it and the more we talked the clearer it became that a sex club was probably the best solution available to two people with our 'problem.' We agreed to try it. We had nothing to lose at that point.