My name is Tom Rogers and I am 46 years old. My wife Peggy and I have been married since my third year of medical school. I am presently a practicing gynecologist at the Collins Clinic in Springfield Missouri. My marriage to Peggy is a good one. She is a wonderful wife, with only one fault -- an obsessive desire to gossip with several other wives about the personal lives of the members of the club.
Each evening in bed she regales me with stories from her luncheon group, her bridge group and the gals she sits around the pool with. All they talk about is sex. I suppose I should thank my lucky stars that she's just talking about it -- not doing it!
Peggy has a good life, but she earned it by working as a nurse to get me through medical school and residency, while raising two great kids at the same time. She worked her ass off! Now that the kids are in college, she's entitled to a little relaxation.
MONDAY NIGHT IN BED
I lay quietly in the dark afraid to tell Peggy about my telephone conversation today with the President of my graduating class. He had called and asked me to serve on the committee planning our twenty-fifth class reunion. It was going to be a big weekend event and we were hoping for a nice turnout. Our committee would have its first meeting next weekend in Columbia. It was a six-person committee and Sam read me the names he had selected. When he came to Bill Alpin I felt a cramp in my stomach. Bill was the class nerd and he had married Gladys Detweiler! Well, I thought, better get it over with.
"I got a call from Sam today and he wants me to serve on a six man planning committee for our twenty-fifth class reunion," I said. "And he wants the wives to help out in the planning."
"That's a nice compliment, dear. I'll be delighted to help. Who's on your committee?"
I ran through the list, naming classmates Peggy knew: my former roommate, a lab partner in gross anatomy and another classmate.
"That's only five," Peggy said, suspiciously. Was she in my head again?
"Oh? I thought I named them all," I said nervously.
"You named five, you bastard! And I think I know why! I can never figure out why you try to keep secrets from me. Your mind is like an open book. The sixth member is that nerd Bill Alpin isn't it?"
Shit! How the hell does she do this? She gets inside my head. I have no privacy!
"Oh," I said. "You're right dear. Bill Alpin is on the committee also."
"And that nerd married Gladys Detweiler!" Peggy said in a determined voice. "You fucked that Detweiler bitch while you were dating me. She fucked half the guys in your med school class before she finally hooked that stupid nerd Bill Alpin."
"Bill Alpin may be a nerd but he's not stupid," I said. "He wrote a computer program for robotic prostate surgery. You know sometimes that's better than conventional or laparoscopic surgery - six small incisions - great visualization of the surgical field and better nerve sparing. A lot of guys still get erections after surgery because of his work at Hopkins."
Peggy chuckled. "If I was a guy I wouldn't let a robot programmed by that nerd anywhere close to my balls with a scalpel. Why did he marry that whore?"
"He didn't know ... in fact he still doesn't know that Gladys was fucking all those guys," I said.
"I saw that Detweiler bitch a year ago at the reunion. She's gotta weigh almost a hundred and fifty pounds now and I can't imagine a brassiere strong enough to hold up those big udders."
"She probably sees herself as pleasingly plump," I said.
"Pleasingly plump? She's too fat to fuck!" Peggy said.
Then I said something I should never have said. I was trying to be funny, but I should have known better. My attempts at humor always got me in trouble.
"Well she can still suck."
"YOU BASTARD!" Peggy shouted. "YOU'RE REMEMBERING HER BLOWJOBS!"
"Nonsense," I said. "That was twenty-four years ago."
"And I remember it like it was yesterday," Peggy said.
"Try to get some sleep dear. I'm tired," I said.
"Good night Dear."
"Good night Dear."
TUESDAY NIGHT IN BED
Peggy had been in a bad mood all evening and I think I knew why. I had had a hard day in surgery and I was in no mood to argue about anything.
"I've been thinking about that Detweiler bitch all day long," Peggy said. "I'm gonna have to work with her on that committee. So are the other wives. I went over that list again. That bitch was blowing and fuckin every guy on that committee when they were in med school. And their wives know it! And we'll all have to work together with her."
"That was twenty-four years ago," I said wearily.
"They all remember it though. At every reunion, at least a couple of gals tell a Gladys Detweiler story that the rest of us haven't heard. I heard about your class President who bent her over a lab table and fucked her doggie in gross anatomy lab. I've told stories about your little Plymouth bouncing up and down in the Sigma Kappa parking lot when you fucked that bitch. All the wives have stories about their husbands and that slut."
Maybe if I just lay here silently she'll change the subject.
"Every reunion she seems to get fatter. That little nerd husband of hers would suffocate if she tried to do him cowboy."
Peggy started laughing at the image of Gladys on top of Bill Alpin.
"Why are you so happy that she's getting fat?" I asked innocently.
Peggy was silent for a moment and then began to speak softly.
"Because when she was bouncing around campus with a narrow waist and shapely hips and those big udders jiggling, you and your buddies couldn't keep your eyes in your heads. You guys took turns fucking that bitch and I was scared shitless that you were gonna dump my ass like you dumped two other girls you fucked."
Then she got angry.
"You bastard! She sucked you off to slow you down and make you a better fuck. You enjoyed her blowjobs didn't you?"
I didn't get a chance to answer.
"No need to answer that -- of course you did! Okay, say it! I was jealous. I was in love with you and I was scared of losing you just like a bunch of other girls were scared of that bitch. You were fuckin her brains out every Friday night and I was scared to say a word about it because I thought you might just laugh at me and stop asking me out. All I could do was try to pump my ass harder and suck you off better. Now I feel good to see her getting fat and unattractive and I ought to be ashamed of myself. BUT I'AM NOT!"
"Darling, I don't think you're jealous at all," I said softly.
"Well you ought to!" Peggy said. "I was and I still am when I think back about it. How the hell could any gal compete with a bitch that didn't have a gag reflex? Okay I'll work with the bitch on that committee, but every time I see those big lips of hers I'm gonna think about your dick between 'em, pushin all the way back to her tonsils."
Maybe if I change the subject Peggy will feel better. "Have you talked to Pam lately?"
"I had lunch with her yesterday."
"How are Pam and Rusty getting along?" I asked.
"More or less like you said they would," Peggy responded. "It's been over two months since they started going to bed together and they have a wonderful relationship except ... except ..."
"Except what?" I asked.
"Except for that whore Carolyn Ames," Peggy finally said.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
