The ringing of the alarm clock awoke Martha from her deep slumber to begin the day before the light of the dawn made a single appearance. She climbed out from under the sheets and slipped the white silk dressing gown over the nightgown of the same color she had slept in. She looked over from the bed she slept in alone to the identical one nearby her husband Fred was still fast asleep in. He and the rest of the family would be up soon, so Martha made her way downstairs to make a quick breakfast for everyone before they started their day. She fixed bacon, eggs, toast and coffee as she heard the sounds of movement coming from upstairs. She moved back to the bedroom and heard Fred in the shower. She slipped off her dressing gown and nightgown, before her eyes wandered to the full length mirror in the corner.
She looked at her naked body and wondered if something wrong was with her. Despite being just over 40 and having given birth to three children, she was still in great shape for her age. Her daily walks, house and yard work kept her fit. Her short black hair did not yet show any gray in it and only a few lines of age started to appear on her face. Her breasts barely sagged, her stomach was flat and she did have curves in all the right places. She ran her hands down her long, smooth legs as she looked at her reflection. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a bra, pair of panties and nylons to slip on. As she pulled her white shoes and light blue house dress out of the closet and got dressed, she did not seem to think she was any less attractive than she had been in her youth. If this was the case, then how come she had lost the fulfillment in her marriage?
Breakfast went by fast as the kids headed out the door to catch the school bus. Then it was just Martha and Fred alone. Like every other morning for the past year, they did not say a single word. It had not always been this way in the 15 years they had been married. They had been in love, always talking to one another and showing their physical affection frequently. Almost every night they lay together in bed, making tender love. But as the years went by, the marriage had changed from one of love to just the same old routine they had always done. The big marital bed had been sold and replaced with two smaller ones. The two had not had sex with each other in almost eight months at this point.
Fred put down his morning newspaper, picked up his briefcase and headed out the door to the office. Martha stood at the window and watched the car pull from the driveway and head out of sight. She and her husband were no longer in love, but there was nothing they would do about it. This was a small city in 1950's America after all, and if they had bothered to get divorced both would be social outcasts. Besides, it would look bad for an executive at a major company like Fred to have a broken marriage. He would lose lots of respect at the office. And after all, the office was one of the reasons why he no longer cared about their marriage. He worked late hours of the night, just him and that pretty new secretary. Even though she had not worked there long, replacing his previous one who had to suddenly move out of state for a reason Fred never told his wife (or the reason he would send the other woman a check every single month), Martha knew that Fred was very attracted to Missy, Mindy or whatever her name was. She did not care after all. As far as she was concerned, any other woman could have him now. Besides, Martha herself had a secret from Fred that just happened to be coming up the sidewalk right at that moment.
Martha headed for the door as soon as she heard the bell ring. She opened the door and greeted the lovely Phyllis who was standing there. Phyllis smiled as she walked into the house and once the door was closed and no prying eyes were around, she threw her arms around Martha and gave her a deep passionate kiss. Martha had once promised Fred that there would be no other men for her besides him, and she intended to keep that promise. But she never said a single thing about another woman.
Martha had met Phyllis several months earlier and the two had become fast friends. Phyllis was 22 and recently married to her husband Peter. The two moved to town recently when Peter was hired at a local law firm and Phyllis found herself settling into the role of suburban housewife as Martha had done all those years ago. They were popular around town, seen in all the popular restaurants and clubs and attending all the major social functions. It seemed like the two had a regular all-American marriage and fit into the times perfectly. But one secret that would shatter all the front they put up was only known to the two of them, Martha and a certain handsome waiter at the local country club knew. The truth was that this young couple's marriage was a complete fraud, and the fact of the matter was that both Peter and Phyllis were gay.
Martha had been shocked the first time Phyllis confessed to being a lesbian. She told the story that she knew from a young age she was only attracted to other women and accepting herself brought her great joy and inner peace. She and Peter were old friends and both had learned of each other's homosexuality, so they decided to marry to remove any suspicions their relatives may have. At first, Martha did not know what to think. In the 50's, she had never met a lesbian before and had never even given the idea a second thought. But Phyllis seemed very nice and Martha enjoyed her company. Then one morning as the two talked over some wine Phyllis brought over, one thing had led to another and the two...
But this is not the story of Martha's awkward first time with another woman. Surprised at herself at first, she found out that being with Phyllis felt right to her and made her experience feelings she had not for some time: love, being desired and most importantly to her needed as more than a caretaker. Since that first time four months ago, Phyllis was a regular visitor to the house and the two would spend the day together exploring with one another.
Martha could not help but eye Phyllis up and down as the two stood there. To her, Phyllis was a perfect woman, as if she was really an ancient goddess of beauty who came to Earth. Even without the heels she liked to wear, she stood 6 feet tall. Her long, tan legs went up to the pink sundress she wore for now (as Martha knew though, that would soon be on the floor). Underneath her dress, Phyllis had a body full of curves in all the right places and the perfect tan skin, no tan lines anywhere. Her long, red hair was the perfect complement to her beautiful face. It was no surprise to Martha when Phyllis had told her of her past as a model before she got married, and loved to hear about her favorite shoot for the cover of a science fiction paperback where all Phyllis had worn was a black wig and some strategically placed jewelry (a copy of which Martha immediately got her hands on and kept hidden in her dresser drawer).
The two women headed into the kitchen so Martha could finish cleaning the dishes from breakfast. As they went through the living room, Phyllis slipped her pink dress off and allowed it to fall to the floor. She kicked her heels off and to no surprise on Martha's part had been wearing nothing underneath the dress. She walked completely naked into Martha's kitchen, confident of her body. Every single time Phyllis came over, she wasted no time taking her clothes off, always preferring to be nude as she would do in her own house. Martha picked up one of the last dirty plates in the sink and began to wash it off, looking over to her lover's naked body.
"You know Phyllis," she said, "I have no idea how you are going to react if someone were to walk in here and see you wearing nothing but the smile on your face."
Phyllis laughed before replying "Oh dear, you know I don't care if anyone sees me naked. After all, when I'm at the resort, nobody wears clothes." The resort she spoke of was a nudist camp up state that Phyllis and Peter visited regularly, which kept Phyllis's gorgeous body free of any tan lines. "Besides Martha, you know how much I hate being dressed and how much more comfortable it is for me and everyone around me to be au naturale."
As she said these words, Phyllis had moved behind Martha and put her hands around her waist. Phyllis's hands soon wandered up Martha's torso and began to undo the buttons on the blue house dress she wore. Martha stood there, cleaning off the last plate in the sink, not stopping Phyllis. While she did not consider herself to be a nudist like her lesbian lover was, and if she were on her own would never be naked in her house, she loved when Phyllis would undress her each time she came over. Something about the look of desire and hunger for Martha's body that Phyllis showed in her eyes each time gave Martha confidence and the feeling that she was beautiful as well, but not nearly as beautiful as Phyllis was to her.
