Jane Ramsey's husband, David was doing well at the Bank where he had been employed for the past twelve years. He derived great satisfaction in the several substantial raises and promotions he had received. The extra income enabled the Ranseys to move into a new larger home in the West University section of Houston. Their son, Jason, now fifteen, had obtained his amateur radio license and set up a small station in his bedroom. Antennas were beginning to be seen hanging from various trees in the yard.
Their daughter, Kate was thirteen and showing an increasing interest in boys.
But, Jane's life was not all she wanted.
Maybe I should go back to work
she thought.
The kids are old enough now. Maybe I have too much time on my hands. Maybe going back to teaching will take my mind off thinking about myself and especially about even considering being unfaithful to David. Yes, I'll start looking around for a job right away. I should be able to start in the fall.
She sent out several letters listing her qualifications and received a positive response from one of Houston's better regarded private schools. A subsequent interview led to an offer of a third grade teaching position. Jane was overjoyed and told herself that her new teaching duties would take her mind off silly things like the lack of attention her husband was paying to her.
But it was only June and Jane had two months before she was to begin - and the lack of satisfaction she was receiving from her ever-busier husband started to weigh on her mind even more.
What probably made matters worse, she had become well acquainted with her next door neighbor, Margaret Dover. Margaret, whose husband was a lawyer, was several years older than Jane; hence she somewhat took on the role of a "mentor." The two Dover children were in college, the boy, just beginning at A & M at College Station and the girl at the University of Texas at Austin.
Jane and Margaret got in the habit of seeing each other almost daily, either going shopping together for groceries or to the various stores at the Galleria, usually just to look and browse, even if they bought little. They often had lunch together, either at one of their homes, or at a restaurant.
As women frequently do, as they became better acquainted, they began swapping information about their personal lives. One day at lunch, Margaret confided to Jane that she had had several lovers during her twenty-three year marriage. Jane was shocked by this revelation. She had read stories and articles about women who had been unfaithful to their husbands, but she had never before known anyone who actually admitted to such a transgression.
"But why? What led you to do it, Margaret?" Jane asked in an almost pleading tone.
"Hey, I'm not apologizing. I'm merely stating a fact," Margaret answered in a sure and confident manner. "Henry is always too busy to see that my needs are met. Yes, he's a good provider. But, that's about it. He never takes me out, except to functions he has to attend because of his work. I tell you I get damn bored at those affairs most of the time. Of course, there are exceptions, I've met a few interesting men at some of those gatherings - men I got to know a lot better later on."
"Margaret, I don't know if I could ever do anything like that. I love David and I treasure my family. But, even though I love him, I must admit our lovemaking isn't all I think it ought to be."
"Since we're on the subject, Jane, I'll ask you a very direct and personal question. Do you have orgasms when you and David are having sex?"
Jane did not know how, or whether, to answer such an intimate question. She realized, with a start, that, except for asking a couple of her girl friends about premature ejaculation, back in college, she had never before discussed her personal life, not with her mother, when she was alive, not with Aunt Mary, and not even with her husband.
"Well, since you ask, no, I haven't, not in a long time, perhaps fourteen years."
"Fourteen years! Jane dear, that's terrible. Do you ever tell your husband you never come?"
"No, I'd, I'd be too embarrassed to say anything about it. I wouldn't have admitted it to you, if you hadn't asked me a direct question."
"Believe me, that's why I asked it the way I did. Most women won't admit to any such thing, sometimes not to their husbands, often not even to themselves. Many seem to think it's their fault, or that women aren't meant to enjoy sex. But, I can tell you, I do; but almost never with Henry. That's why I started looking around. Sure, we do it once in while, but Henry always seems to be in a hurry to get it over with. He comes, and that's it."
"Yeah, I have to admit, that's kinda the way it is with David. I know he loves me and I love him; but I just wish it could be better."
Jane told her friend about the first time she and David went out to the Hill Country and spent a week with her aunt and uncle in the little guest house.
"Margaret, it was heaven," she added. "And, it showed that we
can
be good together. But, back here in Houston, there's just no time. David is busy with work. I'm busy with the house and the kids. We're just too tired or something. I can't explain it. It's just never been the same as it was that time. I'm sure that it was the last time I ..."
"You mean the last time you 'came.' Why not just say it dear. I'm a friend, remember? You can be frank with me. I've been frank with you."
"Yes, I'm sure it was the last time I. as you put it, 'came'."
"You know, there are other ways of having orgasms besides with a man. There's your own hand. And, there's things you can buy like dildos and vibrators. You can get 'em through mail order catalogs, so there's no embarrassment."
"I guess I've heard of vibrators, and, of course, I know about mast... - masturbation. David even admitted before we were married that he had done it. But I never have. I was taught it was bad, and I guess I can't get over that idea. But, what in the world is a dildo?"
"Believe me, all males do it - jack off, as they call it. I think even Henry does occasionally, when he wants to get off and doesn't want to take time for me. But that's another story. A dildo is an imitation erect penis - a cock, if you prefer that term. They come in various sizes, shapes and colors. I've never used one, but I
do
have a vibrator. Nevertheless, I prefer a real cock. I like something alive in me, not some peace of plastic. And I love watching the look on men's faces when they come. I find 'em fascinating and exciting - all of 'em, that is, all of 'em except Henry."
"But don't you love your husband?"
"Love? Yeah, sure I do. At least, I care for him. Who wouldn't? As I said, he's a good provider. He's given me two fine children. We've had a nice life together. But, in the sack, he's lacking, so I decided, several years ago, I wanted, and needed, more than he was capable of giving me, or was willing to give me. So, I started looking around, and I continue to look around. It's good sport, and I enjoy the hunt almost as much as capturing the prey, once I finally land him. I said,
almost
as much. I sure do enjoy the sight of different cocks, and
love