Girls’ Book Club

Girls’ Book Club – Part I: Vivian’s Complaint

I swear to God, I was screaming inside my head, if I hear one more complaint like this from one of these cackling hens, I’ll slash my wrists!

No, I wouldn’t slash my wrists. I wasn’t the problem. It was these privileged, entitled bitches. If I heard more complaints from them about their husbands, I’d do something to them. But I wasn’t sure what.

I hadn’t always thought of these women as bitches and cackling hens. They weren’t close friends but they were neighbors and for the last two years, the five of us had been in a book club. Like most such clubs, it was mostly a “drink wine, talk about a book a little, and then talk about just about anything” club.

The books were always romance novels–bodice ripper novels aimed at frustrated women who, for some reason, hadn’t found what they wanted in their personal relationships and, so, sought it in crappy fiction.

I had always found the group a bit tedious. But it was a distraction from other things and a way of connecting with some of my neighbors. So I continued to participate.

My attitude toward the group began to change when my husband, Cliff, passed away. It was quite sudden and unexpected. He was only 42 and seemed to be in perfect health. No one knew that there was a time bomb in his head, an aneurysm that could have burst disastrously at any time and finally did. One minute he appeared to be a picture of health; the next, he had flatlined in an ambulance on the way to the hospital.

It’s possible–likely, really–that the complaints shared by the women in our “Girls’ Book Club” hadn’t changed at all. But my reaction to them changed dramatically after Cliff died.

All they did was bitch about their husbands. Oh, and they had lots of complaints.

Their husbands didn’t do enough of the housework. (Right! Audrey and Theresa didn’t even have jobs. They could do their own freaking housework if they weren’t shopping and watching TV so much.) Their husbands spent too much time watching sports on TV, didn’t take them out to dinner often enough, … blah, blah, blay, ad infinitum.

But the complaints that irritated me the most now that I was sleeping alone every night, were the complaints about their husbands “unreasonable” expectations about sex. Every time this topic came up, I had to bite my tongue. These ungrateful bitches had no idea what it was like to lose their partner, the man they’d expected to spend the rest of their life with.

So, he wants to try something that’s new? That’s not completely vanilla? So what? So, it’s not something that you fantasize about? Big deal! Get over yourself!

After our sessions, I’d go home seething–thinking, Sheeze, Audrey, Steve wants a blowjob in the car. I don’t know why. Maybe it reminds him of when he was a teenager. Who cares? Give him a fucking blowjob in the car if that’s what he wants. I’d do anything to be able to give Cliff a blowjob–in bed, in a car, in a fucking crowd of people!

Or, I’d be fuming, So Ted wants to give you a facial, Melissa? What’s the big deal? Oh, you find it disgusting, do you? Who cares? Just let him do it. Big fucking deal! Cum wipes off. Wouldn’t it be nice, I’d be thinking, if, just one more time, I could wipe Cliff’s cum off my face.

Sometimes, Damnit, Theresa … so Brad wants to try anal. It’s not a big deal. You think it’s not safe? Bullshit! Do some research. You think it will hurt? Learn how to do it so it won’t. This shouldn’t be a point of conflict. Of course it’s your body and, so, your choice. But make a better choice. If Cliff were here, he could fuck me in any hole he wanted.

Maybe Brenda had the most legitimate complaint. Her husband, Evan, wanted a three-way with another woman. I’m not entirely sure what I would have said if Cliff had asked for that when he was alive. But now, all I could think, was: For God’s sake, Brenda, if Evan wants a three-way, do it! It’s not like that’s an uncommon fantasy and it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you or he isn’t attracted to you. And, now that I was without Cliff, I was sure I would agree to a three-way if I could have him back and that’s what he wanted.

And, on one of these nights, after the book club meeting and I’d had more wine than I really should have drunk, it struck me. I couldn’t do these things with Cliff, but I could with these women’s husbands. That would be doubly good. In the first place, their husbands would get their fantasies fulfilled. And, secondly, I’d feel some satisfaction from giving these selfish women’s husbands what they wanted behind the women’s backs.

As I thought about it–really imagined doing these things–it almost felt like some sort of revenge. But it wasn’t, of course. These women hadn’t harmed me, at least not more than just making me listen to their tedious, selfish, ungrateful complaints about their husbands. And it’s not as if I’d be teaching them a lesson. They would never find out what I’d done. Still, I felt the anticipation of some sort of satisfaction that was akin to revenge or having taught some a well-deserved lesson.

Girls’ Book Club – Part II: Audrey’s Complaint

Audrey had a number of complaints about Steve’s sexual desires. But she kept coming back to him wanting a blowjob in the car. I really didn’t get that. It seems like such a little thing.

It wasn’t a little thing to figure out how I was going to be able to do for Steve what Audrey denied him. I could have just asked him if I could give him a blowjob in a car. I’m pretty attractive and he’s a guy. So he would have said ‘yes’. In fact, he’s a guy so even if I weren’t very attractive, he would have said ‘yes’. But that’s not really my style.

I solved the problem, though. I remembered that Steve had to work late in the city every Thursday night. Audrey had complained about that often enough. It’s about a half-hour drive, most of it freeway, from our neighborhood to downtown, where Steve worked. Though Cliff and I had normally had our cars serviced at a dealer not too far from us, there was another dealer downtown. So, I scheduled the car to get some regular maintenance on a Friday.

I called Audrey and told her I needed to drop our car off in town on Thursday evening and asked if she thought Steve would give me a ride back home. “Of course,” she said, cheerily.

Audrey had Steve email me to confirm and see where he needed to pick me up. I told him the dealership would drop me off near his office and I’d get a drink at the bar in a restaurant right next to his building. That would be nicer, I said, than waiting for him at the dealership. He could meet me at the restaurant when he was ready to go.

I really didn’t care where I waited, but I figured I could lure him into a drink when he came to get me by saying that I’d just ordered a second drink myself and hoping he’d join me so I didn’t have to gulp my drink down or waste it. That would get things started off in a friendly way.

The plan worked perfectly, I had a full glass of wine when Steve walked in and I apologized profusely, saying I hadn’t realized it had gotten so late. I asked if I could buy him a drink and he agreed, letting me know that Audrey didn’t wait on him for dinner on Thursdays anyway, so it didn’t really matter if he was a little late getting home.

We talked and laughed over our drink. Steve asked how I was doing with Cliff being gone. I answered, truthfully, that I was doing okay but it was really hard sometimes. I got lonely. I missed Cliff in so many ways.

The drive home started innocently enough. I didn’t want to initiate anything until we were out of city traffic. When we hit the freeway, I told Steve how much I appreciated him giving me a ride and that I really enjoyed the chance for just the two of us to talk over drinks.

As I said this, I put my hand on his thigh. I felt him twitch just a bit, but he didn’t pull away or look uncomfortable. So I left my hand there while I continued to thank him over his protests that “it’s really nothing.”

“No,” I said, “it’s just so nice to be able to talk with someone over a drink–with a man, I mean. I talk with Audrey and the others in the Girls’ Book Club, but that’s different.”

I began moving my hand, almost imperceptibly at first, stroking the inside of his thigh. Steve was definitely okay with this. I saw his eyebrow rise in surprise, but he was smiling and, if anything, moved his thighs apart slightly more.

“I mean, sometimes I just get so lonely and I find myself craving a human touch.” With this, I ran my hand up close to his crotch. Steve inhaled sharply. Still, he tried to continue the conversation.

“I’ll bet it’s hard,” he said, sympathetically.

“It is,” I replied as I moved my hand over his crotch, feeling his cock tenting up his pants,”really hard!”

I’m not certain that he got my little double entendre–not that it was all that clever. But he was a little distracted, so he might have missed it.

I massaged his hardening cock through his pants for a while, all the time monitoring him to see if there was any resistance. There wasn’t. So I turned toward him to allow me to use both hands and began unzipping his fly. I wrestled his cock out of his pants and just held it gently in my hand for a few moments, just enjoying the feeling of a hard cock.

Now Steve’s cock was fully erect and I began stroking it gently. It was obvious that Steve was enjoying this but I was surprised by how much I was, and not just for the pleasure I’d anticipated by “getting back at” Audrey (though I realize that is a ridiculous way to frame what was happening).

I don’t think I’d realized how true what I had said to Steve earlier about missing the feel of another human being, in particular a man, was. Steve’s cock was hard and throbbed with energy as stroked it. I felt a surge of power holding his hard shaft in my hand.

It was clear that Steve was driving fine despite the distraction so I leaned down toward his cock, bringing my lips just inches from his cock and then, stopped and sat back up.

“I’m sorry,” I said, as if I’d sort of lost control of myself. “Is it okay …?” I dropped the end of the sentence.

“Oh, God, yes!” Steve said.

“You sure?”

“Yes, yes, of course!”

I leaned down again and brought my lips to the head of his beautiful cock. First, I just kissed the tip gently. Then I began running my tongue around the helmet, mixing my saliva with the precum that was already seeping from his cock.

The velvety texture and the intoxicating scent of a man’s cock filled my senses. I was in heaven as I took Steve’s cock deep into my mouth.

More to tease him than really to check up on him, I pulled off his cock and said, “Are you okay driving? I don’t want to cause an accident.”

“Yeah, I’m doing fine, despite the serious distraction you’re causing,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice.

I went back to my work on his cock. Well, ‘work’ isn’t the right word. It was pleasure, for sure.

His cock was so hard and yet the skin so soft and smooth. I loved the feeling of it sliding in and out of my mouth.

This felt wonderful to me and I could have kept it up (so to speak) for a long time. But, unless Steve started driving in circles, that wasn’t going to be possible. So I decided to bring things to a climax.

I began pumping furiously on the base of Steve’s shaft with my hand as I sucked hard and moved my lips rapidly over the head of his cock. I could tell that he was close to exploding when he started saying, “Oh, my God!” over and over.

And then, with surprising force, Steve’s cock erupted into my mouth. I felt pulse after pulse shooting up his urethra, past my lips that were tightly encircling his cock. I felt them blast deep in my mouth and I swallowed his seed in gulps as he filled my mouth.

When Steve had finished spewing his cum into my mouth, I sat up, very pleased with myself, and kept my hand around his cock, just gently stroking it.

“Wow!” I said. “That was fun! Thank you.”

I like thanking guys after I’ve made them cum in my mouth. It’s ironic, of course, because they’re the ones that should be doing the thanking. But I think guys really like the fantasy that they’ve done you a favor by cuming in your mouth. And, to tell the truth, it often felt that way to me. I like giving head; I like the feeling of power it gives me.

The rest of the way home, I kept Steve’s cock out of his pants and my hand around it. I was careful not to stroke it because I know that a man’s cock can be too sensitive right after he cums. But I liked the feeling of Steve’s cock in my hand.

When we pulled into my driveway and Steve put the car in park, I leaned down again to take his cock in my mouth.

“I don’t think I can cum again,” Steve said as if he needed to apologize. “You pretty much drained me of all I had.”

“That’s fine. I like knowing I drained you,” I smiled. “I just wanted to feel your cock in my mouth again for a little bit.” I looked up at him. “Is that okay?”

Is that okay?! … What guy ever said, “No, I’d rather you didn’t suck my cock”?

Steve nodded and I filled my mouth with his cock. It was soft but no less exciting to feel between my lips.

When I sat up, Steve said, “Audrey …” and it trailed off.

“Oh, Steve, this is just between us. And it always will be.”

“Can we do it again sometime?”

“You don’t think it was a mistake?” I asked.

“No, I thought it was wonderful.”

“Then, yes, we can do it again.”

As I walked into my house, all I could think was, What the hell’s wrong with Audrey? That was terrific!

———————

The next Girls’ Book Club meeting, just a few days later, was completely different for me. To an observer, it would have seemed just the same: lots of wine drinking, a little bit of talk about the book, and a lot of “girl talk” that included familiar complaints about husbands, including about their sexual demands.

But this time, when Theresa asked Audrey if Steve was still pushing for a blow job in the car and Audrey nodded and said, “And he’s still not getting it,” they all laughed. I did, too, but for a different reason.

“I once gave a guy a blow job in a car when he was driving on the freeway,” I said.

“Oooh, so why haven’t we heard about this before?” Melissa asked.

“Yeah, tell us more,” Audrey said.

“There’s not much to tell. He wasn’t a guy I was dating–just a friend who was doing me a favor.”

“So you did him a favor back, huh?” Brenda said with a smirk.

“Not really. I mean, it wasn’t like it was repayment. I just did it on a lark. It was sort of like the famed “zipless fuck” except I knew the guy. I just thought it would be fun to do.”

“And was it?”

“Yes … God yes! I mean it was so naughty. Giving a guy a blow job out of the blue, doing it when he’s driving and has to keep some of his attention on the road. Yeah, it was fun, and exciting.” I realized that the experience I’d related fit right in with the cheesy, bodice-ripping novels the club read.

I debated telling the group that he was a married man. I figured that no one would suspect I was talking about anyone they knew and certainly not Steve. I mean, who would be brazen enough to talk about blowing a woman’s husband right in front of the woman? But I decided not to because even if they assumed, as they surely would, that it was some stranger, they might judge me poorly for having sucked off a married man.

Audrey asked, “So, did this lead to anything more?”

“No,” I replied. “It was a one-time thing.” But, in my mind, I added, so far!

These book club meetings were going to be a lot more interesting now that I had my private, secret game to play at them.

Girls’ Book Club – Part III: Melissa’s Complaint

My experience with Steve–fulfilling the fantasy that Melissa denied him–gave me confidence that I could carry out my plan with the other husbands.

Melissa’s complaint was that Ted wanted to give her a facial. She found the idea disgusting–something she expressed like a middle school girl by just saying, “Eeewwww!” and making a sour face. The other women would chime in to support Melissa’s reaction.

No doubt, Ted wanted to do this after seeing so many facial shots in porn he was certainly watching. (Did I mention that Ted is a man! Here’s the syllogism: Men watch porn; Ted is a man; therefore … draw the obvious conclusion.)

I’m not sure I really understand the attraction for the guy. I always thought, and Cliff certainly confirmed, that it felt best when a guy cums in your mouth, cunt, or ass. I get why it works in porn to show the “money shot”, but I don’t get how it’s a great way for a guy to cum. It seems weird to pull out of a warm mouth to shoot your cum on the girl’s face or to just masturbate on her face. So, I don’t really get it. But, so what? It’s a fantasy for a lot of guys.

I decided that, with Ted, I could use a variant of the tactic I’d used with Steve–appealing to his male chivalry.

Of all the husbands, Ted was the best with his hands. I mean, he was a do-it-yourselfer who could fix about anything. Whether he was good with his hands where it really counted, I didn’t know … yet. And, of course, everyone has sympathy for a widow, suddenly tasked with maintaining a house she was ill-equipped to manage.

So, all it took was a little “damsel in distress” scenario. Of course, I wanted to route the request through Melissa. Somehow it pleased me to have the wives say, “sure, my husband can help you out.”

When I mentioned to Melissa that I had a leaky faucet and was worried that it would cost over a hundred dollars to have a plumber come out to fix it, she volunteered Ted. I protested that I didn’t want to impose or take advantage of Ted but Melissa insisted. “Oh, Vivian, you know Ted would be happy to help you out in any way he can.” Well, what could I do but accept?

Ted came over on a Thursday evening. I had to spend a little time on Thursday taking apart the bathroom faucet and scraping up the washer in a way that could look like normal wear and tear. I made sure we had a replacement first because I didn’t want Ted to have to leave to go to the hardware store. I’d just tell him that Cliff had a bunch of stuff in the basement but play dumb about what was there.

Ted got the faucet apart right away and found the problem. When he showed it to me, I said I thought Cliff had things that looked like that in a chest by his workbench in the basement. Ted found the correct washer right away and as he was putting it back together, I looked over his shoulder, very closely.

“I want to see how you do this,” I said. “With Cliff gone, I need to learn how to do these things..” Leaning over his shoulder allowed me to press my body, and most importantly my breasts, against his back. I wasn’t wearing a bra under my blouse. Ted seemed not to mind the contact.

When he finished putting the valve together, I pulled back, pretending that I hadn’t noticed that I’d been pressing my breasts against his back. “Ooops. Sorry!” I said, pulling back. Ted blushed and assured me that it was okay.

I told him I’d get down under the sink to turn the water back on. “It’s good for me to know how to do these things.”

On my hands and knees, I was making something of a show of this, sure that my skirt was hiked up enough to give him a great view of my thighs and thought of what was above them. When I got the water turned on, Ted told me the faucet was working fine now.

I got up, grabbing his thighs to lift me up, and stood right in front of him, close enough to be invading his personal space.

“I don’t know how to thank you, Ted.” He started to brush it off and I went on. “No, really … if I’d had to have a plumber come out, it would have cost me an arm and a leg. And, I’d probably be subjected to having to see his butt crack!” We both laughed at that.

I reached up and put my hands on Ted’s cheeks. “You’re wonderful. My knight in shining armor.” And, when it was clear that he wasn’t going to back away from my touch. I turned my head up and kissed him, first gently, then, when he didn’t seem bothered, passionately.

As soon as my hands began roaming around his body, he knew I was giving him permission to explore mine, too. I first felt his hands on my breasts, fondling them forcefully, as if to express his yearning. This was going to be easy!

It was nice to be kissing Ted and groping his body as he groped mine. There is an excitement in these first encounters that’s incredibly intense.

My hand moved to his crotch and I felt a large bulge, pressing up against his pants. I manipulated his cock through his pants until it was sticking straight up and began rubbing my hand up and down the length of his hard shaft.

I moaned with pleasure–real, not faked, though I would have faked it if I hadn’t felt it. There’s nothing that turns a guy on more than his thinking he’s turning you on.

While I was massaging his cock, I stuck my tongue in his mouth, which quickly provoked him to do the same back to me. When his tongue was in my mouth, I sucked on it as if it was a small cock–a little foreshadowing of what was to come (cum?).

Then I dropped to my knees and began to unwrap my present.

Being on my knees, unzipping Ted’s pants to wrestle out his hardening cock was exciting to me. Cliff had told me many times that there was something incredibly erotic about a woman being on her knees “servicing” a man. Maybe one reason I found this so exciting was that I knew how exciting it was for the guy.

As I pulled Ted’s cock out and pushed his pants and boxers down to give me good access, I paused for a moment to fully appreciate the moment. Ted’s cock was fully erect and standing 90-degrees from his body, pointing enticingly toward my mouth. The musky scent was intoxicating and the weight and warmth of his cock in my hand was tremendously satisfying. I felt my heart pounding with excitement and my mouth watering in anticipation of what I was about to do.

For just a moment, I thought about how some people might think that this was somehow humiliating or debasing for me. Here I was, on my knees, servicing a guy’s hard cock. The only objective, it might seem, was his pleasure and my only role was to be an instrument for that pleasure.

But that completely misses the point. I wasn’t dominated or subjugated. I chose what I was doing and, instead of feeling used or exploited, I felt completely in control–powerful in fact. I controlled what Ted would feel. Yes, the objective was to give him exquisite pleasure but that was my objective.

These thoughts flashed through my mind for only a second as I brought my lips to Ted’s eagerly awaiting cock. He moaned as my lips surrounded the head of his cock and his obvious pleasure enhanced mine.

Ted’s cock was big–not gigantic like some of the freaks you see in porn–but bigger than average. It was straight and lightly veined with a very pronounced helmet. It felt wonderful sliding in and out of my moist mouth. And I loved the feeling of barely being able to wrap my fingers around the base of his cock.

As I worked Ted into a frenzy, I felt his hands on the back of my head, gently trying to control the pace of my ministrations. I could tell when he was nearing his orgasm and I brought my other hand up to cup his balls gently, to feel them draw up as the sperm was taken up on its way to my mouth.

With a roar, Ted announced his impending orgasm, though no announcement was necessary. I’d felt his thighs tense up and his cock begin to piston furiously between my lips. When I felt his balls pull up to his groin, I pulled my mouth off his cock. The whole point of this scene, after all, was to fulfill Ted’s fantasy of giving a facial. I didn’t want to ruin his orgasm, though, so I kept pumping his cock with my hand.

I looked up at Ted, hoping his eyes would meet mine. I thought it would be exciting for him to watch as he painted my face with his spunk. I wanted him to see me smile invitingly, urging him on. And I wasn’t disappointed.

Ted was looking down at me as he began to spew his load on my face. Our eyes locked and he could see me smile as spurt after spurt of his creamy, white cum shot in ribbons over my face. It was warm and slick and had the unmistakable scent of fresh semen. And I found it exceptionally exciting.

When Ted finished, I continued looking straight into his eyes with a satisfied smile on my face. “Thank you,’ I said, breathlessly. “That was wonderful.”

I think Ted was relieved. I don’t just mean that his sexual tension was relieved. That was obvious–relieved all over my face. I mean I think that Melissa had made such a big deal about taking a facial that Ted was worried he had subjected me to something awful. I wanted him to know that nothing could have been further from the truth.

Ted watched me as I carefully wiped the cum off my face, pushing it into my mouth slowly and sensually, making it clear to him that I loved swallowing his cum. He watched with fascination and satisfaction as I cleaned every bit of cum from my face and savored the taste of it.

I stood up while Ted was pulling up his pants. Ted started to say something and cut himself off. I prompted him to say what was on his mind. Hesitantly, he said, “I’ve always had a fantasy about doing that but …”

“But …” I finished the thought for him, “Melissa wouldn’t let you?”

“Right. She said it was disgusting.”

“Well, it wasn’t. It was exciting. And I’m glad I could let you fulfill your fantasy. I hope it was as good as you’d thought it would be.”

“Better! Oh God … way better. It was incredible!”

———————

At the next Girls’ Book Club, the conversation didn’t naturally go to the women’s complaints about their husbands’ sexual requests so I had to steer it that direction. But that was easy to do. I didn’t start by quizzing Melissa but, after we discussed some of the other women’s complaints, I said, “So, Melissa, have you let Ted give you a facial yet?”

“Oh, God, no! That’s disgusting!” And she made her little disgusted face. “He’s never going to do that to me.” She was adamant. “Let him find some cheap tramp to do that to!”

She wasn’t serious. She didn’t want him to find another woman to do that to. She just wanted to emphasize that it would never happen to a “good woman” like her. Only a tramp would let him do that.

“Maybe he already has!” I said. Melissa was taken aback for a moment, but my smile and little laugh made her confident that I was just teasing her.

Girls’ Book Club – Part IV: Theresa’s Complaint

My schemes for Steve and Ted were relatively simple and they both went really well–better than I could have hoped. I liked it that I didn’t have to be open with them in advance about what I wanted to do. These acts could seem to develop “organically”, whatever people mean by that.

I was going to have to take a different tack with Brad. You can’t start off with anal sex without any explanation. Of course, I could have just started up an affair with Brad and, as it progressed, steer it toward anal sex. But I liked the idea of my targeted activity being the first, and defining, act in our transgressive relationship. So, I decided I’d need to be more direct with Brad. I was going to play the lonely widow who needs a man’s touch but be up front about what I wanted.

The first task was to get him alone for an extended time to talk. I decided on the direct approach. I asked if he could meet me for a drink after work. I was vague about why–just said I needed to talk with him about something. He agreed, but I’m sure he was curious about why I wanted to talk.

We began innocently enough–small talk of no significance and there was no undercurrent to the conversation. It was Brad who steered the conversation where I wanted.

“What did you want to talk about, Vivian?”

“Well, it’s kind of embarrassing,” I said hesitantly. Brad urged me on and so I continued. “But I’m worried that it might hurt our friendship.” That got his attention, to be sure.

“I can’t imagine that,” he assured me. “What is it?”

“Well, okay,” I said. “But you have to promise that if you don’t like what I’m going to say, we’ll just both forget that this conversation ever happened and everything will go on as if it never did.” Well, now he was all ears. What on Earth could I be about to tell him? I’m sure he was wondering.

“Since Cliff died, I’ve been trying to manage as well as I could. But it’s hard sometimes. I mean, I can manage all the practical stuff. But it’s lonely. I’ve lost my partner. And, sometimes, especially alone in bed at night, I just cry.”

That was all true, actually. But telling Brad was manipulative. A nice guy–and Brad was certainly a nice guy–had a hard time resisting the damsel in distress ploy. He chimed in sympathetically: “I’m sure it’s really difficult!”

“And,” I continued, “I know this is going to sound terrible and you might think I’m a horrible person. But sometimes I just crave a man’s touch so much. I fantasize a man being in my bed, touching me, holding me. It used to always be Cliff that I imagined. That’s not possible. But I still want to be with a man.”

“Why would I think you’re a terrible person for that?”

“I haven’t quite gotten to the possibly terrible part yet.” I left a long silence. “Will you sleep with me?” I blurted out, trying for pathos without seeming pathetic.

“What?”

“I’m sorry. Please … let’s just forget this conversation. I’d hate to lose your friendship because of this.”

“No,” Brad said sympathetically. “I get it. But … I mean … Melissa.”

“I know. I know. That’s probably the main reason you would think I’m an awful person. I wouldn’t want to hurt Melissa. So, please don’t tell her about this and let’s just forget the whole thing and go on as if I’d never said anything.”

“Of course I won’t tell Melissa. But just forgetting about this doesn’t solve your problem.”

“Maybe my problem can’t be solved. Or maybe I should put an ad on Tinder or something. It’s just that the idea of meeting up with a complete stranger …” I paused. “And, I mean, I really like you and I’m attracted to …” I let this hang for a second. “No, forget it. This was a bad idea.”

“No, Vivian. Maybe it’s not a bad idea.” Now I knew I had him.

“You think?” I said in a questioning tone. “I mean, we’re just friends. And that would be good. It’s not a romantic thing. I wouldn’t want to create a threat to your marriage. You and Melissa love each other. We’d just be, I guess, friends with benefits. But I’d much rather have those benefits be with you than to try to get them with some stranger that I meet through Tinder.”

“Okay, let’s try it and see how we feel about it.” That could have sounded as if it was falsely reluctant. But I think Brad was really a bit conflicted about it. I mean, it’s hard for a guy to turn down free sex, but he did love Melissa and he didn’t want to endanger that relationship. And I don’t think he wanted to conceal an adulterous relationship from her. Like I said, Brad is a nice guy. But, he’s also a guy and, like I said, free sex is hard for a guy to turn down.

“So, our next Girls’ Book Club meeting is at your house. Don’t you usually find some reason to be away from the house when we meet there?” Brad nodded. “I’ll make an excuse for missing the meeting and you can come over to my house then.”

And so the scheme was set. Since Brad planned to tell Melissa he had to stay in town and work very late on a proposal for a client that night, I invited him to come to my house early for dinner. It was nice planning and preparing dinner for a man. This was really the first time since Cliff died that I’d had anything that was at all like a date. And it was a date that I knew would end up as I wanted it to.

Dinner was fun. Brad was very complimentary of my cooking and my looks. There were lots of innuendos about what was going to happen–word play, slightly nervous looks at each other that turned into mutual smiles. It was fun to know where the night was going and for both of us to be looking forward to it. Of course, Brad wasn’t anticipating the specific details of the encounter tonight. And that made it even more fun for me.

I led Brad to the bedroom and we collapsed on the bed and began making out with the enthusiasm of teenagers who just discovered sex, but with much more experience and confidence. We pulled each other’s clothes off voraciously and explored each other’s naked body with our hands and mouths.

Brad went down on me before I did on him. I was in heaven as his tongue plied across my wet clitoris. It had been so long since I’d felt that and I realized that the speech I’d given Brad to set this all up was grounded on the truth. I had missed a man’s touch and Brad was reminding me vividly of how wonderful it could be.

He brought me to a crashing orgasm with his tongue. My heart was pounding in my chest and my whole body was convulsing with pleasure.

As I lay there, limp as a rag doll, trying to recuperate, Brad crawled up and was getting ready to enter me. I summed up the energy to stop him, saying I needed a little time to recover. That was true but the more important reason was that I was determined that our first intercourse would be the fulfillment of his fantasy of anal sex.

I hadn’t done anal for a long time. Cliff and I had tried it. We both liked it fine. Cliff said it felt different from vaginal sex and he liked the variety. It certainly felt different to me and I liked it okay, too. But it wasn’t a thing with us. Maybe Cliff would have become fixated on it like Brad if I’d denied him like Melissa did Brad. There’s no fruit more coveted than forbidden fruit.

When I felt my energy returning, I decided I wanted to get Brad really hot and bothered before the main act. I went down on him. I got between his legs to give me good access to my target.

Brad’s balls were large and covered with peach fuzz. His cock was full and hard and lying up on his belly. Pressing his thighs apart a bit more, I bent down and took first one and then the other of his balls in my mouth, caressing them ever so gently with my tongue. It flashed through my mind that there were millions of sperm cells swimming around in Brad’s balls, just waiting to be taken on their ride down his hard shaft. It’s an amazing thought.

But I didn’t linger on his balls. I put my tongue as the very base of his cock and slowly dragged it up the entire length of his shaft. His cock twitched as I neared the sensitive tip.

For a while, I just licked and then nuzzled his cock, teasing him to an even higher level of sexual tension. Then I ran my tongue around the tip of his cock and took the head into my mouth, moving my moist lips back and forth over the helmet.

I had to be careful. It was obvious that Brad was on the edge and I had definite and firm plans about how I was going to take him over the edge. My mouth was just prelude to the precipice. But it was a very pleasant one and I wanted to stay with it as long as possible.

Finally, though, I pulled myself away from Brad’s cock and lay down next to him. I turned to him and said, “Can I ask you for something?”

“Of course. What do you want?” Well, what’s a guy going to say when you’ve worked him into a lather and he’s expecting relief?

“Would you mind putting a condom on …”

Brad interrupted, “Of course not.”

“No, I mean, would you mind putting condom on and fucking me in the ass?”

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” I said quickly. “If that’s disgusting to you or you just don’t want to do that, it’s fine. It’s just that I really like anal sex and it’s been such a long time.”

“No, no,” Brad responded. “It’s okay.”

Given Brad’s fantasy, this wasn’t a generous but reluctant acquiescence. But, again, he’s a nice guy and I think he would have agreed even if it hadn’t been his cup of tea.

I got a condom from the night stand–left over from before Cliff passed away. “Here,” I said, “let me put it on.”

It was fun unwrapping the condom and rolling it down over Cliff’s cock. There’s something empowering about being in charge of making the preparations for getting fucked.

There are lots of ways to get fucked in the ass, of course. But I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be fucked from behind on my hands on knees, like a bitch in heat–which wasn’t a bad description right now. The work I’d done with my mouth on Brad’s shaft had rekindled my passion.

I arranged myself on the edge of the bed so that Brad could stand beside the bed to fuck me. I’ve found that that position gives the guy lots of freedom to fuck really hard, holding my hips and thrusting deep into my cunt or ass–in this case, the latter.

As Brad began to push his cock against my sphincter, I realized I’d made a good call when I’d begun playing with my dildo in my ass for the past week or so. It had been a long time since I’d been fucked in the ass, so when I first started these stretching exercises, it had been a little hard to comfortably accommodate my dildo.

Assholes stretch, of course, and I could have taken Brad without the practice. But I wanted it to be as comfortable as possible. Brad was slightly bigger than my dildo so it was still a bit of a stretch, literally, to accommodate him. But that minor pain isn’t a bad thing. It intensifies the pleasure.

Brad was gentle and took his time working his hard cock into my ass. Before long, I was very comfortably taking his full length.

“Oh, God, yes!” I cried out. “Fuck me! … Fuck me hard, Brad! … I want to feel you pound your cock deep in my ass.”

The instructions were unnecessary. Brad was already fucking me hard and pounding his cock deep in my ass. But a little encouragement never hurt and I thought it was good to underscore the “fucking me in my ass” action.

Brad’s strong hands were holding my hips firmly. As he thrusted into my ass, he’d pull back on my hips for maximal penetration.

I’ve never cum from anal sex; tonight was no different. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t find it exciting. It feels good and the sense that it’s kind of naughty just intensifies the excitement.

I think Brad would have loved this to go on for a long time. But my ass was clamping down tightly on his shaft and it didn’t take long before his thrusting sent him careening over the edge of a crashing orgasm.

He roared out loudly when he began shooting his cum. He held my hips firmly, pressing as deeply as he could into my ass. I swear I could feel each spurt of semen as it blasted its way past my tight sphincter.

Brad collapsed on top of me and I fell flat to the mattress. For a while, we both just lay there, each of us a sweaty mess, heaving breaths to try to recover.

Finally, Brad rolled off me and I felt his softening cock slip from my asshole.

Before he could say anything, I said, ‘That was great, Brad. I loved it.”

“Oh, God, Vivian,” Brad said between still heavy breaths. “It was wonderful.!”

We lay still for a while and Brad went on. “I’ve never done that before. I’ve always wanted to but Theresa always said ‘no’.”

Bringing Theresa to mind didn’t seem to bother Brad. I guess he’d made his peace with the adultery thing. And it certainly didn’t bother me.

“Well, I’m especially glad we did it then. It’s fun to think that I was able to fulfill one of your fantasies. And, you liked it?”

“God yes! It was amazing.”

Brad was on his back, with his legs over the side of the bed. His cock was soft and satisfied. The tip of the condom was filled with a couple of teaspoons full of his semen.

I moved down and gently removed the condom, allowing his cum to drip down onto his cock. Then I got on my knees on the floor, positioning myself between his thighs and began slowly and gently licking up his load and swallowing it.

I had his cock in my hand as I did this and I felt it begin to fill again. I wondered whether I could bring Brad to another orgasm so soon. I decided to try.

With his cock still being mostly soft, I could easily fit the entire length in my mouth. A hard cock in your mouth feels wonderful. But so does a soft cock, especially when you feel it come to life in your mouth.

Brad was responding quickly to my sucking and licking. Within minutes, he was hard enough that I knew I could get him off. I continued to work on his cock and, while I did, I wetted my finger with some of the cum that still lingered on his abdomen and began working my finger toward his ass.

I wasn’t sure how Brad would react to this. But I figured that if Theresa said ‘no’ to anal sex, she probably hadn’t ever tried to massage Brad’s prostate while she sucked his cock. If Brad would let me do this, he was in for a treat, at least I thought so based on what Cliff had told me.

As my finger touched his asshole, Brad seemed a bit uncomfortable, but he didn’t pull away. I gently pressed past his tight ring and worked my way up to his P-spot. With my other hand, I was pumping his shaft while I sucked on his cock.

Brad was moaning with pleasure and his hips were moving in response to my actions. When I felt his thighs flex and his hips thrust up, I pressed hard on his prostate. It had the predictable effect. Brad began shooting a second load, this time deep in my mouth.

It wasn’t a huge load but it was still impressive for a round two load. I swallowed his cum and crawled back up on the bed next to him.

“Well, that was impressive,” I said. “And fun! … Thanks.” Again, the key to a man’s cock, if not his heart, is to thank him for filling your mouth with his cum. You can bet that’s something his wife has never done.

“Oh, God!” Brad sputtered. “Thank you! … I’ve never … I mean … You made me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

“That’s good, Brad. I’m glad I could do that.”

After Brad left, I thought about the next Girls’ Book Club Meeting. I thought I’d have fun. And I was right.

———————

When the women got together the next month. I eventually, and carefully (I thought), brought the discussion around to their complaints about their husband’s sexual demands. Interestingly, Audrey reported Steve hadn’t said a word about getting a blow job in the car for months.

“Maybe that little obsession has passed.”

“Maybe,” I said.

And Melissa said something very similar. Ted hadn’t even hinted about giving her a facial.

“Maybe he realizes how humiliating that is for a woman,” Melissa said.

“Oh,” I said, “I’m sure some women are okay with it. But if you’re not, I’m glad Ted seems to have moved on from the idea of giving you a facial.” I said the ‘you’ with just a hint of emphasis–not enough for the implication to be clear.

“And how about you, Brenda?” I asked. “Have you done a three-way with Evan and some random woman?”

Brenda laughed, at the ridiculousness of that, and we all chimed in sympathetically.

“No,” she said. “And I wish he’d get over his little fixation like Steve and Ted have.

Just you wait, Brenda, I thought. Just you wait. He will! And in just the way that Steve and Ted got over theirs!

Now the ball was obviously in Theresa’s court. Everyone else had weighed in with an update.

“If you’d asked me last month, I would have said that nothing had changed with Brad. It’s not like he was always bringing anal sex up, but he would hint from time to time. But, now that I think about it, he hasn’t really been pressing for it recently.”

Hmmm, I thought. Last month? … What was happening exactly one month ago when I missed the book club meeting?

“Well,” I said, “I guess it’s good if he scratched that itch.” I acted as if I’d misspoken. “Not ‘scratched that itch’. I mean it’s good if he got it out of his system.”

“So, it’s all good except for Brenda and Evan, right?” I said in an upbeat tone. “We can only hope that Evan gets his fetish out of his system, too.” Brenda agreed.

Girls’ Book Club – Part V: Brenda’s Complaint

At first I was sure there was no way for me to arrange a three-way for Evan and make it seem spontaneous. So my original plan was to play the same “lonely, suffering widow” card I did with Brad and, when I had Evan hooked, confess to him my long-standing fantasy to have a threesome with a man and another woman. But, as it turned out, I was able to be a little cagier than that.

My immediate problem was finding the other woman for the threesome. For that, I dug back into my past. Like some others, in college, I’d experimented a bit, including some girl-on-girl action with Helen, my sophomore roommate. Helen and I had stayed in touch over the years and I knew that she had recently been divorced, had no children, and considered herself bi-sexual. That didn’t mean that she’d be up for a threesome with me and a man she didn’t know. But it was a possibility worth exploring.

I dithered about how much to tell Helen. Did I go “full transparency” and fill her in on the little game I was playing with the husbands of my Girls’ Book Club? That didn’t seem necessary and could have been counterproductive. I decided to reveal information on a “need to know” basis.

Helen and I set up a time to Zoom. I talked about how a guy I had dated some and liked having sex with had revealed his fantasy of being with two women. I also let her know that I had fond memories of the relatively few times she and I had been intimate.

“So, what are you saying, Vivian?”

“Well, …”

“Are you feeling me out to see if I’m interested in joining you for a three-way to fulfill this guy’s fantasy?”

“Sort of …” I said coyly.

“Is he hot?”

“Yeah. Do you think I’d be sleeping with him if he weren’t?”

Helen didn’t respond to that; she moved on. “To tell you the truth, Vivian, that sounds kind of interesting. I don’t want to commit to anything in advance but, if you set up a dinner at your house for the three of us, we can see what develops.”

That was as good as a commitment, I figured. I was confident that Helen would like and be attracted to Evan. And Helen’s suggestion of dinner for the three of us, with no explicit commitment to more gave me the idea of how to make the three-way seem kind of spontaneous to Evan. I’d invite Evan to a dinner with benefits and then, at the last minute, let him know that my old friend, Helen, was in town and would be staying with me. The trick would be to ensure that he still came to dinner even though he would, for a while, believe that there would be no benefits following dinner. (If things worked out, of course, there would be even more benefits than he’d been anticipating.) I thought I could handle it in a way that kept him willing to come to dinner.

I didn’t think it would be hard to get Even on board with coming to my house for dinner when the next Girls’ Book Club meeting was scheduled. And it wasn’t. Over the drinks I’d arranged with Evan, I played the forlorn widow card and he was quickly up (only metaphorically at this point) for helping me.

So we had a date for the next Girls’ Book Club. The afternoon of that meeting, after I was sure Evan had given his alibi to Brenda and, so, committed himself to not being home when the book club met at their house, I called him and let him know about the change of plans–that an old friend, Helen, would be joining us. When he proposed canceling, I pushed back.

“Oh, Evan,” I said with a slightly plaintive tone, “I really hope you’ll come. I told Helen that you’d be there. I lied–I told her that we’d been dating and she really wants to meet you. And, even if the night won’t be exactly what we were expecting, I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Sheeze! That’s an understatement! I thought.

“Sure,” Evan agreed, “I’ll come.”

And, indeed, will you! was all I could think.

“Oh, and there’s one more thing,” I added. “Helen thinks we’ve been dating so you need to play along and … and here’s the big thing … she’s got a thing about women who date married men. She got a divorce because her husband cheated on her and she blames not only him but her. Do you mind, awfully, taking off your wedding ring and playing along as if you’ve been divorced for a while?”

Evan was okay with that and so it was all set.

Dinner was great. Helen and Evan couldn’t have hit it off better. We all joked, laughed, and drank a lot of wine. After dinner, I put on some music and Helen and I danced together in the living room. We put on a bit of a show for Evan with some hints of girl-on-girl action. Helen, especially, was being aggressive. She danced close to me and put her hands on my ass. She got behind me, turned me toward Evan, and ran her hands down over my breasts and abdomen to settle on my crotch.

Helen pulled Evan up from the couch to join us. He tried to decline but Helen is nothing if not persistent. Soon we were all three dancing together. Helen was the primary instigator of greater intimacy. She was being extremely provocative, turning her back toward Evan and grinding her ass into his crotch.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I proposed. Not surprisingly, no one dissented.

I thought this was going to be my show but Helen took charge. That was fine; she was doing a fantastic job.

“Sit down,” she told Evan as she pushed him toward a chair next to the bed. “Sit down and watch the show.”

Helen turned toward me and began slowly unbuttoning my blouse. I can’t describe how exciting this was to me. It had been many years since I’d enjoyed the touch of a beautiful woman and now Helen was unwrapping me as if I was a precious present. She pushed my blouse off my shoulders and it dropped to the floor.

Next Helen went for my skirt, reaching around my waist to unfasten it. She stepped back and regarded me, standing before her and Evan, in only by white lace bra and panties.

“Still beautiful, Vivian!” Helen said, as she unhooked my bra and pushed it to the floor. She moved behind me, having me face Evan. I saw his face flush with passion as he watched Helen slowly run her hands over my breasts, playing my erect nipples.

I was awash with a passion I’ve seldom felt. The “forbidden” touch of a beautiful woman, the exhibition in front of Evan, and his obvious arousal were all combining to overwhelm me.

When Helen slid her soft hand down inside my panties, I realized how wet with desire I was. I watched Evan squirm in his chair. I knew that what he really wanted to do was to whip out his cock and stroke it to the show he was seeing.

I turned to start undressing Helen. This went much faster because neither of us wanted to wait for things to progress a moment longer than necessary. She was helping me strip her as fast as possible.

When Helen was stripped down to her panties, she pushed me onto the bed and got between my legs. She put her mouth over my mons and blew hot air through the silk of my panties. That made me moan and writhe with pleasure.

Then Helen slowly, as if to tease me with every millimeter of movement, pulled my panties down. I tried to push them down quickly to speed this up but Helen would have none of that. She slapped my hand away and returned to her painfully slow (well, really incredibly pleasurably slow) removal of my last bit of clothing.

I lay naked on the bed, feeling vulnerable and incredibly excited. I thought, and hoped, that Helen would bring her lips to my lower lips immediately. She didn’t. Instead she moved up, lay over me, and began kissing me passionately on my lips.

It was when Helen and I were both sophomores in college that I’d last been kissed by a woman. I found it more exciting than I’d remembered. We were both older and more experienced. We weren’t just fumbling around, experimenting. So, maybe it was objectively a more passionate kiss. Or maybe I’d just forgotten how wonderful it felt to be kissed by Helen.

Helen’s lips soon left mine as she worked her way down my body, caressing and fondling my breasts and every inch of my body until her mouth met my cunt lips. I could tell that I was sopping wet. And that seemed to excite Helen. She dove into my cunt with abandon, gently pulling my lips apart to find my hard clitoris.

Her tongue played with my clitoris furiously, flicking it gently back and forth and, then, circling it to excite it from every angle. She took my clitoris into her mouth and sucked it softly, causing it to swell even more. Then she moved down to lick between the folds of my cunt lips.

When she moved back up to attend to my clitoris again, she was in serious-orgasm-producing mode. She moved her tongue across my clitoris intensely and relentlessly. Soon I felt myself building to a climax.

I was overcome with a “whole body” orgasm. My entire body was quivering with pleasure for what seemed like a long time. It was probably less than a minute but one loses track of time when experiencing such intense pleasure.

As I lay there recovering, I was only vaguely aware that Helen had gotten up and walked over to Evan. I had planned to bring Evan into the mix, but I was in no shape to do anything for at least a few minutes. Helen pulled Evan up and began undressing him. As she was undressing him, she was staring at him intently, her face only a few inches from his. There was a kind of fierceness in the way she stripped Evan.

When he was completely naked, Helen dropped to her knees and immediately took Evan’s hard cock deep in her mouth. She began sucking him like she was a milking machine. As I gradually returned to full consciousness, I saw her grab Evan’s balls and squeeze them forcefully as she worked feverishly on his cock with her mouth.

She worked Evan up into a lather and then stopped, stood up, and guided him by his cock to the bed. Helen rolled me flat on my stomach and pushed Evan to be hovering above me and said, in a surprisingly commanding voice: “Fuck her!”

Evan wasted no time in getting between my thighs and guiding his rigid rod into my sopping wet cunt. He slid in easily, even though this position isn’t a great one for easy access. It’s not a great position for deep penetration and it’s certainly not a position for clitoral stimulation. Nonetheless, the feel of Evan’s cock in my wet hole was delicious. And, to tell the truth, it was exciting to be taken when I was pinned down in a way that made me feel very vulnerable.

If it had just been the two of us, I would have let Evan finish in me like this. But I wanted to get Helen involved again. After all, this was supposed to be a three-way, not a two-way with a voyeur.

I moved as if to roll over and Evan took it, as I’d intended it, as a sign to stop what he was doing. He seemed a bit disappointed but willing to go with the flow.

Taking his hand, I positioned him to stand next to the bed while I got on my knees to take his cock in my mouth. For reasons I’m not really clear about, some guys really like it when you suck their cocks after they’ve fucked you. Of course, all guys really really like it when you suck their cocks … period … full stop! But I mean some guys especially like it when their cocks are still glistening with your own juices.

As I started to caress Evan’s cock with my tongue, I motioned for Helen to join me. I’d seen this scene in porn flicks I’d watched with Cliff. What guy doesn’t like the idea of two attractive women kneeling before him, eager to service his cock?

This was incredibly exciting for me, too. It was fun to suck on Evan’s shaft for a few strokes and then pass it over to Helen. While she had Evan’s cock in her mouth, I moved down to lick his ball sack and gently take one ball in my mouth.

Evan was moaning and his hips were gyrating in a way that signaled he was close to an orgasm. I had mixed feelings about this. I really wanted the three of us to do more things before he came and he, at least, needed some down time. On the other hand, Evan’s cumming now–spewing his load into both of our mouths and onto both of our faces–seemed like a perfect climax. Thinking that any other ending would now seem forced and unnatural, I decided to let this be the crescendo … for this time.

As Evan’s cock was about to erupt, I was careful that both Helen and I were positioned right, ready to take his load. It was electrifying to see the first blast of white cream shoot into Helen’s open mouth and, then, to pull Evan’s cock toward my own mouth to take the next shot. I held my mouth open, as Helen did, just like the women in porn flicks, as Evan blasted more cum in our mouths and on our faces.

When Evan’s cock had emptied its load completely, Helen turned toward me and kissed me deeply. This took me by surprise but more surprising still was how thrilling it was to be kissing my female lover when both of our mouths were filled with Evan’s cum.

Then Helen began gently licking Evan’s cum off my face, sometimes pushing it into my mouth and sometimes swallowing it herself. I reciprocated and we kept that up until we’d completely cleaned each other’s faces.

I was entirely focused on what Helen and I were doing. I was pretty sure that Evan was, too, and that he was loving having a starring role in a scene porn scene he might have fantasized playing but never believed he would.

Evan flopped down on the bed, and Helen and I lay down next to him, one of us on each side, resting our heads on his shoulders.

“Well,” Helen said finally, “that was new and kind of wonderful!”

“For me, too,” I said. “How about you, Evan … was it good for you?” Silly question, of course. The answer was obvious. I just wanted to hear what he would say in response.

“OH. MY. GOD!” Evan managed to blurt out between his still heavy breaths. “That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt!”

“Good,” I said, pleased with myself.

It was getting late enough that there couldn’t be a real second round. The three of us cuddled and engaged in a little afterplay. But soon it was time to finish the three-way. Evan got up and dressed. Helen and I stayed naked as we showed him to the door and both kissed him deeply, sending him home to his boring wife.

The three-way was over but Helen was staying the night and not in the guest room. We had the whole night and the morning to continue the experimenting we’d begun in college and suspended for so long. And, the experimenting was very successful.

———————

I was looking forward to next month’s Girls Book Club meeting. It was now almost a given that we’d get updates on the husbands’ unrequited sexual desires. Audrey, Melissa, and Theresa all said that their husbands had quit pushing them on these matters. They seemed happy about that, though they probably wouldn’t have thanked me if they’d known why their husbands’ demands had subsided.

Brenda, though, said she really couldn’t tell. She’s laid down the law to Evan, telling him that he was never to raise the idea of a threesome again. He’d complied. But she didn’t know if that was because he’d really given up on the idea or because he was just afraid to incur her wrath by bringing it up again.

There’s another possibility that you’re not considering, Brenda, I thought. Maybe he’s not bringing it up because he’s scratching that itch elsewhere.

Girls’ Book Club – Part VI” Enjoying the Girl’s Book Club Again

I know what you’re thinking: “What kind of person would go behind her friends’ backs to suck and fuck their husbands?” Well, in the first place, these women weren’t really friends. They were neighbors, acquaintances. We were friendly, but not friends.

But, secondly, as long as this was all kept secret from the women, I considered it a win-win-win situation. These women weren’t subjected to sexual demands/requests that they found objectionable. Their husbands were more than happy–not only had they gotten something on the side, they’d had a fantasy fulfilled. And, what about me? Well, I wasn’t feeling lonely anymore; I didn’t have an unsatisfied yearning for a man’s touch; and I had a little private game that I was playing, a game that made these Girls’ Book Club meetings actually fun to go do.