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Pamela Jenkins was forty two years old, working hard at raising two teenagers, a son nineteen and a daughter seventeen. Her husband, Larry, was a successful businessman that provided a wonderful material life for her and the kids. He worked hard building his company from scratch and had succeeded in a financial way that most couples would envy. They were not super rich by any measure, but he was earning a six figure salary with perks and substantial comfort. Pam enjoyed the material things that money could buy, but emotionally she was nearly drained. She would easily trade the Country Club, expensive cars and fashionable wardrobe in exchange for some personal attention from Larry to her emotional needs.
Pam was far from a candidate for a nervous breakdown, but she felt empty after raising two kids and struggling to help build their business, she wanted more. Her son was away at college and her daughter was a senior at a private High School in a nearby city. She had talked with Larry and his solution to her ‘problem’ was for Pam to return to work. Pam needed Larry to pay more attention to her sensual needs, but he seemed too busy to even notice her needs. He traveled extensively and seemed more interested in the business than Pam. Two years ago, unable to get him to really listen to her, Pam opted for a return to selling insurance, a job she held when she first met Larry.
Not surprisingly, Pam quickly rekindled her skills over the past two years and was now among the top sales people at the insurance firm. She didn’t need the money she earned so she supported a lot of local charities and pampered herself with new cars, clothes, spas and the Country Club life. Pam was in need of some sexual attention and she knew it better than anyone. Several of the male club members, and some females too, had subtlety tried to seduce her, she really didn’t want an affair. She wanted Larry. Pam suspected, correctly, that Larry had had some affairs on his business trips, but he didn’t seem to actively pursue other women. The affairs had just happened and they truly didn’t mean much to Larry. He preferred to stay married to Pam and in his convoluted way still loved her.
Pam accepted the status quo. She didn’t want an affair for several reasons. She wanted to make her marriage work, she was concerned about diseases, like aids and others, and finally she didn’t want to become a slut. Thus, she did her best to suppress her sexual feelings through an invigorated work schedule. Normally this strategy worked well, but on some lonely nights when Larry and the kids were away, she could not suppress her needs. At these times she often would lock all the doors and retreat to her bedroom to slip her hand into her panties and masturbate. She would cum several times then exhausted from masturbating, she would fall into a deep, but troubled sleep.
She had accepted this routine as the least risky of the thoughts that entered her mind. From time to time she would buy some risqué magazines that featured sexual stories. She would read them during her masturbation sessions and because of them achieved more satisfying orgasms. Too often these magazines would not be enough and she resorted to a vibrator, left over from her youth, which she kept hidden. To date, Pam had managed to avoid the lecherous males at the Country Club and had attempted to avoid the bisexual and lesbian women who also eyed her as a potential partner or a conquest. Pam was not opposed to these women. Her best friend had confided to her that she was bisexual with a preference for women over men. Pam established that she was not a potential love interest and their friendship had remained firm.
One day, after a torrid game of tennis with her friend, they went the ladies locker room to shower and change. Her bi friend, Judy, knew about sexual Pam’s frustrations and encouraged her to either talk seriously with Larry, or find a lover. Pam smiled as she lathered her naked body and said, “Oh, Judy, come on now, who wants a forty two year old woman, other than the ‘wam bam thank you Ma’am’ crowd here at the club.” Judy stopped lathering herself and looked sternly at Pamela.
“God, Pam, look at yourself. You’re only forty two, good looking to say the least, a great body that even a teenager would envy, shapely legs, flat tummy and a pair of breasts that I would kill for!” Judy told her, “Pam, your tits are beautiful, no sag, sway wonderfully when you walk, and you’re an intelligent woman that can hold your own in this mans world. Why wouldn’t a good man want to make love to you?” Pam shrugged her shoulders and tried to change the subject, but Judy was adamant. “Oh no, you don’t get off that easy, Pam. You have to try to change Larry’s attitude toward you, or…find a man that can satisfy you without ripping apart your marriage.”
“Oh Judy, I can’t do that.”
“Bullshit, Pam, maybe you won’t do that, but don’t tell me you can’t!”
Pam hurried her shower, quickly dried her self and her hair, dressed and bid her friend goodbye until next week. Judy nodded as they parted ways in the parking lot. Driving home Pam kept playing over Judy’s comments in her mind. ‘I can’t be that great looking as Judy said,’ she thought to herself. She stopped at a traffic light and a convertible stopped next to her. Two young men in their early twenties sat in the front seat. “Hello, gorgeous,” the passenger said to her as he smiled. Pam held up her left hand to show them her wedding band and the young man, just shook his head and said, “I wish I was that lucky bastard.” They sped away as the light turned green.
