Elizabeth Wilson's ears would have burned if she could have heard what her daughter was saying about her. She thought of herself as quite a liberal mother. It wasn't every mother who let her daughter date at fifteen. Her own mother hadn't let her date until she was a ripe, old eighteen. Of course, Elizabeth hadn't told her daughter about how she had climbed down the tree outside her window to meet her high school boy friend. She was a proper mother and wife now and she preferred to forget all about the few wild how's she bad spent before she knew better!
Elizabeth stretched out on their big king-size bed. She was glad that Jerry was watching television in the living room. She hoped that he'd get interested in one of those stupid westerns he loved to watch. She preferred to be left alone for what she was about to do.
Elizabeth opened the bookshelf headboard. She felt around deep in the back of the cabinet until she located the book that Hazel had given her today at the beauty parlor. She listened carefully, making awe that Jerry was firmly engrossed in his television program before she drew it out. Then she settled don to indulge herself in a few harmless fantasies.
Hazel said that most of her customers read these racy little books.
She said it was about swapping, a suit cure for housewife boredom.
Hazel had almost insisted she take it home with her and Elizabeth had tossed it in the back of the bookshelf until she had a moment alone.
She blushed a she looked at the cover. It showed a good looking man of incredibly studly proportions. A nude girl was kneeling between his legs and another girl was kneeling on his chest with her ass right over his face. Elizabeth gave a shudder. She just couldn't believe that they could get away with printing pictures like this. They were so… She suddenly gasped in shock. Despite being outraged at the lewd picture on the cover of the book, she could feel her pussy twitching and creaming helplessly.
Elizabeth almost cried right out loud in shock. This terribly dirty, naughty book was making her hornier than she had ever been before.
Despite her efforts to calm herself, she felt her pussy grow hotter and hotter the more she looked at the lewd picture. With a groan, she opened the book and started to read the first page. She certainly wouldn't get turned on by some lewd printed words! Or would she?
Elizabeth read eagerly, eating up the Words faster and fasten She could feel her hard clit twitch and tickle alarmingly. She hadn't ever felt like this before!
Elizabeth could feel her breath coming in gasps. Her pussy was creaming so much that she was afraid she'd get the whole mattress wet. She did her best to stop the trembling of her shapely legs, but the more she tried to stop, the more she trembled. She sighed deeply. This was ridiculous. She wasn't the kind of woman to get turned on by a dirty book. She bad more self-control than that, she thought.
She threw don the book and forced herself to pick up her knitting by the side of the bed. She struggled for long moments, trying to knit another row in the sweater she was making for Trudi's birthday, but the yarn kept tangling. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't concentrate on her stitches. All she could think about was the plot of that naughty book!
Elizabeth shivered. She couldn't help it anymore. She had to find out what happened in the rest of that terribly sexy story!
Elizabeth was halfway into the book before she realized that her hand was slowly working its way down to her wet, hot pussy. She sighed resignedly. It was pretty adolescent to finger-fuck. herself to orgasm, but she didn't see what else she could do at least it was more exciting this way than fucking Jerry.
Sex with Jerry was a terrible bore. When they had first married, it had been exciting, but now it was just blah. She avoided it whenever possible. Jerry had the imagination of a block of concrete! He probably didn't even know that there was more than one position. It was always the same. Jerry would be on top and hump away for a moment or two. Then bang! It was over! He didn't worry about her satisfaction and she had been pretending to be satisfied for so many years, she didn't even bother to let him know that he didn't turn her on in the least.
Elizabeth was relieved when Jenny started working nights and watching television on the nights he was home. It saved her the bother of pretending that she was overjoyed at his attentions.
Then she heard footsteps coming from the living room. She ditched the book under the bed and was hastily knitting when Jerry appeared in the doorway.
"What's the matter honey? Aren't there any good westerns on?"
"Nothing I haven't seen before," he answered, settling down on the edge of the bed. "I thought I'd come in and keep you company. Did you have a good day, lion?"
Elizabeth felt like giggling. She might have known it! The only time that Jerry ever asked her if she had a good day was when he was buttering her up. And the only time he ever buttered her up was when he wanted to, as he put it, get a little.
She repressed a nasty comment and managed to smile up at him sweetly. It wouldn't hunt her to put up with him a little. "Oh, just the usual day," she answered. "I went to the beauty parlor in the morning and then to bridge club in the afternoon. Nothing special. Just the same old gossip, dear."
"What are you doing now?" he continued.
She tried not to smile. Any fool could tell that she was knitting. She wished that he would come tight out and tell her what he really wanted. She might actually get a little excited by him if he'd just come right out and say, let's fuck. She decided to tease him a little.
She wanted to see just how far she could push him.
"Oh, I'm just knitting," she replied. "Why? Did you have something else in mind, dear?"
Jerry reddened. She stifled another giggle. She had embarrassed him.
"Uh, well, actually, I thought we might… you know, go to bed?"
Elizabeth felt a rush of pity. She really shouldn't be so hard on him.
It wasn't all his fault that she had been so disappointed. Jerry had done his best to give her a good life. She certainly couldn't complain about their nice house or their membership in the right clubs. Jerry had been a wonderful husband in every way but one, and she couldn't blame him for not turning her on in bed. She was just as much to blame as he was. If she had wanted a tiger in bed, she should have encouraged him to be more adventuresome years ago.
It was a little late to start now.
She smiled at him sweetly. It wouldn't hurt her to pretend to enjoy it one more time. It was certainly a small price to pay for all Jerry had done for her. She shuddered to think where she would be right now if Jerry hadn't come along at the right moment.
She thought back to the events that led up to her marriage to Jerry and tried not to shudder. "Why don't you run and take a shower, darling?" she purred. "I'll wait right here for you. Hurry now! I love you, honey."
Jerry beamed. He really was a handsome man when he smiled. He had a good body too strong and virile-looking for a man of forty.
She really was lucky. She gave him a wave and watched the shower door close behind him. Then she thought back to the terrible things that had happened to her right before she had married Jerry.