Ch. 3: Another Day at the Office
Author's notes:
1. This story follows on from my previous story 'Mixed Emotions' in which the characters are introduced and developed. It is strongly recommended that 'Mixed Emotions' is read first.
2. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this series are neither condoned nor recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.
3. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental.
4. The chapters are numbered in a sequence for a reason. It is recommended that they be read in numerical order.
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Muriel
Marcie realised that life was never going to be the same when she received a phone call on Monday morning. Everyone in the extended household had fully recovered from the Saturday opening night and had been debriefed during a relaxed Sunday afternoon. They all thought it had gone really well and were looking forward to weekly events each Saturday night. Financially it was highly successful, reported David, and at the rate they were going it would take less than a year to repay the loans taken out for the development, which everyone thought was exceptional. The girls, Todd and Chris were also very pleased with the tips they had received, enabling them to pay for their university studies rather than have to borrow money. After everyone who had to leave on Monday morning had left, and Pam had arrived for her usual cup of coffee with Marcie, the phone rang.
"Good morning, Marcie speaking."
"Good morning," the voice on the phone replied, "My name is Muriel. My husband and I were at 'Dana's' on Saturday night and we really enjoyed the show, I think. You see, I'm a bit nervous making this call; we have a few sexual problems. My husband and I have struggled with sex all our married lives. I was absolutely amazed to see women having orgasms on Saturday night. That was mindblowing. I'm ashamed to admit it but neither my husband nor I knew that women could have orgasms. I mean, like, we're sexually active and have intercourse once or twice a month, but we both thought that orgasms were just when men, oh, you know, squirted their stuff. We didn't know that women could have that intense sensation too."
Muriel paused for breath and Marcie interjected gently.
"You poor sweetie, how long have you been married?"
"We've been married for eight years," replied Muriel, obviously relieved to be answering questions rather than explaining her situation.
"Would you like to come around with your husband, or maybe first on your own, and we could chat about this?"
"That would be wonderful please."
"Ok, so when would suit you?"
"I'm free all day today if that's OK with you, but if that's too soon, just let me know. My husband has a well-paid job and he doesn't like me to have to work, says it's demeaning for a husband if his wife works because it means he doesn't earn enough. Do you think we're crazy?"
"No, absolutely not. Today would be just fine. How about you come round, you know where we are, about 11 o'clock. Would that suit you?"
"That would be wonderful. Thank you so much. I'll see you then. Do I need to bring anything?"
"No. just yourself in comfortable clothes. I'll see you then."
"Thank you. 'Bye."
"'Bye."
Pam was intrigued. She had heard one side of the conversation so Marcie filled her in with the details.
"Amazing. In this day and age some women still know absolutely nothing about how their bodies work. I wonder if she's ever seen her husband naked," said Pam.
"I'll have to ask her when she's here. Incredible when you think of all the sex you can see on the internet; she's obviously never looked at any porn sites. I wonder how they got to come here on Saturday."
"Well, I guess we don't have long to wait to find out. I'd better wear something besides this pool wrap and alpaca blanket I guess. Don't want to frighten her off before she even comes in the door."
Pam finished her coffee and headed back to her domain while Marcie changed into a loose-fitting top and skirt with sexy knickers and bra underneath.
Just before 11 the doorbell rang and Marcie greeted Muriel, noting her silver BMW sports car outside.
"Muriel, come on in."
Muriel did and Marcie escorted her into the conversation pit in the lounge.
"Would you like tea, coffee of something stronger?"
"Something stronger, if that's OK," replied Muriel, "This is really difficult and so embarrassing for me. If you have a wine that would be wonderful thanks. White if you have it please."
Marcie poured two chardonnays and returned to Muriel.
"Thank you."
"Now, I think you should start your story from the beginning. Start with your upbringing and schooling, then go on to your teenage years, then up to the present day," suggested Marcie.
"Well, my parents were very religious and so I had a restricted upbringing. Nakedness was not allowed. Do you know I had never seen a naked man until last Saturday? I only saw my husband naked on Sunday morning because I insisted. Anyway, my teenage years were dominated by the thoughts that men were bad and just wanted to make girls lose their virtue, although we were never told exactly what that meant. I met my husband at a church dance. All dances and meetings with boys were chaperoned. We'd never been alone at all until we got married. The first night of our honeymoon was a disaster. Neither of us knew what we were supposed to do. We were aroused and we thought we knew where to put things, but nobody told me about my hymen, and it hurt like hell with lots of blood. I thought I was dying. Anyway, he carried on and squirted his stuff in me. We went to a doctor the next day and she explained everything to us and also suggested I go on the pill, which I am still on."
Marcie listened to Muriel's story in amazement. Was it really possible that people were treating their children like this? It was almost child abuse, she decided.
"How old are you, Muriel?"
"I'm 28 and my husband is 29."
"Do you want children?"
"Oh yes, we've been trying for children for several years with no success. We think that we know how and my husband tells me that if he squirts his stuff into me then that will make a baby. Is that right?"
Marcie was floored. Muriel was taking contraceptive pills yet wanted to have children!
"Muriel, these pills you are taking, do you know what they're for?"
"No. The doctor just told me to keep taking them and I'd be ok."
"These pills stop you from having a child. If you want to have a child you have to stop taking the pills. Yes, your husband is right, his sperm, which is in the semen that he ejaculates into you when he has his orgasm, can fertilise an egg that is released from your ovary once a month. But only if you stop taking contraceptive pills."
"Oh," replied a very thoughtful and tearful Muriel. She reached over to Marcie and held her tightly as she sobbed onto her shoulder. She stayed like that for several minutes, her sobs wracking her body as she thought of all the wasted years when she could have had a lovely baby or two.
"Now," said Marcie after a few minutes, "It's time to start sex 101. Would you be more comfortable in our bedroom rather than the lounge because I want you to get naked and to explore your own female anatomy."
"Yes, that would be better I think."
They went to Marcie's bedroom and both undressed.
"Have you ever seen a female naked before last Saturday?"
