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 �>�Beth and Rich byBluepen451漏

   Rich and Beth had been married for about three years when they moved to
Silicon Valley from Cleveland where they had grown up.  They made an
attractive couple.  Rich was a bit over six feet, lean, and movie star
handsome with dark, conservatively cut hair and sparkling blue eyes.  Beth
was average height, but she had a bit heavier frame than Rich.  She had
been athletic in high school and college, which gave her a nicely rounded
tightly muscled ass and a muscular finish to her long legs.  Her waist was
lean and small but she had large breasts.  She also had startling green
eyes and a mass of heavy dark red hair.  They were the kind of couple that
caused conversation to quit when they walked into a room.  They dressed
well, but due to their deeply religious upbringing, their clothing was
always very conservative.

   Their sex life was terribly plain vanilla, although it hadn't occurred
to either of them that such was the case.  They had both been virgins when
they married in their early twenties.  Prior to their marriage, there had
been some heavy petting but that was about it.  Neither of them had any
serious romantic relationships before they met during Beth's senior year in
college and Rich's last year in law school.  On their wedding night each
had climaxed without difficulties and then rolled over and gone to sleep.
Since then sex largely consisted of a quick missionary position fuck every
Friday night followed by a good night's sleep.  Foreplay was minimal to
non-existent and they never discussed that aspect of their life.

   In Cleveland both had worked, Beth as a bookkeeper at their church and
Rich as an attorney with a local law firm.  Much of their spare time was
spent with their two sets of deeply religious parents and in church
activities.  Sex simply didn't make their top ten list of important
activities, and since neither had any significant experience with sex, they
literally didn't know what they were missing.

   They moved to the West Coast because Rich received an over the top job
offer from a major Palo Alto law firm.  When they decided to take the offer
they knew it would be a big change, moving away from the town they had
grown up in and their close ties with church and family, but the Palo Alto
job was one of those offers that no ambitious person turns down, both
because of the professional opportunity and because of the money.  Part of
their decision was based on the fact that the money would allow Beth to
quit working and become a full time housewife, a role she had been trained
for from birth.  None of their parents wanted to see them leave Cleveland,
but they all acknowledged that the extra money that would enable Beth to
become a full time homemaker was something they shouldn't turn down.  Palo
Alto was destined to change things, although looking back, Beth realized
that the changes had started before they left Cleveland.

   Actually there was more to Beth's sex life than just their routine
Friday night missionary position sex, but it wasn't something Beth let Rich
know anything about.  Beth loved to masturbate.  A friend in high school
had introduced her to masturbation, and she had secretly continued ever
since.  Even when she was working she would find private time two or three
days a week to get herself off by massaging her mound through her plain
cotton panties until she was good and wet, and then, using her secretions
as lube, she rubbed her clit until she had an orgasm.  Normally this was at
home at some time when she had the house to herself, but occasionally she
would sneak off to the rest room when Rich had fallen asleep watching a
ball game on TV, and a couple of times she had done it in the stall in the
ladies room at work.  She was always very careful to be as quiet as
possible, and a pretty good dose of guilt always followed each such
session, but truth be told it was the guilt that made it really worthwhile.
Sure the climax felt spectacular (at least by the standards of sex she had
experienced to that point in her life), but what really made it something
she couldn't resist were the head games she played before and after.  She
would tell herself, sometimes for hours, that it was wrong to masturbate,
and the more she told herself that, the greater her need for sexual release
became, until she finally capitulated and found some private place where
she could rub her clit until she climaxed.  Then she would promise herself
it would never happen again.  Actually, if she delayed her inevitable
concession to the need to masturbate long enough, she was always so aroused
that she could get herself off in a minute or two.

   On one occasion, shortly before they left Cleveland, she had even felt a
need to masturbate after one of her Friday night missionary sex sessions
with Rich.  They had both come home from work late, and in accordance with
their usual Friday night ritual, they had dinner including a single glass
of wine each.  Alcohol was frowned upon by their church and their parents,
but they rationalized it as helping each of them unwind after a long week
at work, and it was always strictly limited to one glass.  Shortly after
dinner they had moved to the bedroom, undressed in the dark, crawled into
bed, and quickly made love in their usual fashion.  Five minutes and they
were done.  Without a word to Beth, Rich quietly put on the flannel pajamas
that he had neatly laid out along side the bed, and by ten minutes after
they had entered the bedroom, he was asleep and snoring.

   Beth had climaxed as she always did when they made love, quickly,
quietly, and right on time with Rich's climax.  Then she, following Rich's
lead, had silently crawled into the full length flannel night gown she had
set out next to the bed and crawled under the covers.

   "Thank goodness it's Friday and I don't have to go to work tomorrow.  It
will give me time to start getting ready for our move to California," she
thought as she lay on her back next to her sleeping husband.

   For some reason, sleep wouldn't come.  As people do when they can't
sleep, her mind wandered from topic to topic.  But the topic it kept
returning to was the handsome young preacher who had recently joined the
staff at the church she worked at.  For reasons she couldn't explain to
herself, god forbid to others, she thought he had just about cutest butt
she had ever seen.  Every time he walked by her desk, she smiled and said
hello, which he always politely returned, and then as he walked away she
stared at his tightly muscled butt.  She knew it was wrong to do, but she
couldn't seem to avoid doing it.  He had a really cute butt.

   Now as she lay there, next to her snoring husband, thinking about the
new preacher's butt, she was shocked to realize that she was getting horny,
far hornier than she had been in anticipation of her Friday night
missionary fuck with Rich.  She began to rub her mound through her night
gown as she did in preparation for one of her regular masturbation
sessions, but she realized that as good as that felt, it would be much
better to be rubbing her clit, and she knew she would have plenty of her
and Rich's cum to lube herself with.  Beth reached under the blankets and
began to pull her flannel nightgown up to her waist to give her hands
access to her sex.

   Then she had a terrible thought: "What if Rich wakes up and finds me
masturbating next to him in bed?  Oh, that would be just too awful to live
through." As she lay there trying to decide what to do, she continued to
rub her mound through her nightgown and her mind kept returning to the
young preacher's sexy butt.

   Eventually she decided to go somewhere else in the house and finish
herself off.  She couldn't bring herself to do it where she was, but she
was sure she couldn't go to sleep without another climax.  Her pussy was on
fire, and every few moments her thoughts returned to the young preacher and
his sexy butt.

   Beth carefully pulled the covers back and swung her legs to the floor.
She rose to her feet as quietly and carefully as she could, her mind
focused on how bad what she was about to do was . . .  and how good it was
going to feel.  She tiptoed out of the bedroom and down the stairs without
a plan as to where she was going.  Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she
wandered into the kitchen and turned a low light on.  Beth poured herself a
glass of the wine they had been drinking with dinner and sat down at the
kitchen table.  As she sipped the wine she began to play her usual head
games about whether she should masturbate, and as usual, the longer she
waffled back and forth between thoughts of how wrong it would be and how
good it would feel, the hornier she got.  She sat in indecision sipping the
wine until the glass was empty.  Then she walked over to the refrigerator
and refilled the glass.

   After another half a glass of wine she said to herself, as she always
did eventually when she was in this condition, "Oh damn it, I'm just to
horny," and pulled her flannel nightgown up so she was naked from the waist
down, intending to get herself off quickly and quietly by playing with her
clit.

   She took another sip of the wine and asked herself, "What will I do if
Rich wakes up and comes down stairs looking for me?"

   She quickly answered herself, "That's not going to happen.  Once we make
love he is dead to the world for hours."

   She let out a long breath and took another sip of wine.  Then she set
the glass down and began to use both hands to massage her breasts through
the flannel nightgown.  It felt really nice.

   "I wish Rich would do this," she thought.

   Then her thoughts turned to the young preacher's cute ass again, only
this time her mind began to wander beyond just his ass.  She let her
imagination construct a fantasy in which she was alone in the rectory and
the young preacher walked in naked with his erect cock sticking straight
out in front of him.  His cock was hard and stiff, just like the muscles in
his butt.  It was also large.  She didn't know how large, but she was sure
it was a lot bigger than Rich's cock, not that she got to see his very
often, given his penchant for a quick Friday night fuck in the dark.

   Beth was seriously enjoying her fantasy about the young preacher.  So
much so that she dismissed any thoughts of Rich waking up and walking in on
her.  She grabbed the folds of her nightgown bunched around her waist and
pulled it over her head tossing it on the floor a few feet away.  Now she
was completely naked, with a hand massaging each of her large breasts.

   Moving from the massage to something else her high school friend taught
her, she began to slowly circle each breast with a single finger.  It was a
soft touch with her fingers barely making contact with the flesh of her
breasts, so much softer than her previous massage had been.  She slowly
tightened the circle she was drawing around each breast until she reached
the areola, gasping quietly as she touched each one.  "Oh God, this feels
good," she thought as she softly massaged her areolas.  Next she lightly
flicked each of her nipples, which were swollen and hard now.  Another
gasp.

   She pulled the thumb and forefinger of each hand to her mouth to moisten
them, taking each of her fingers much farther into her mouth than they
needed to go and sucking on them as she pulled them out, kind of like she
imagined a whore would do sucking a guy's cock.  She returned the moistened
digits to her nipples and rubbed them, harder than she had before.  Her
nipples were sending flashes of sensuous feeling deep into her body.  "God
that feels good," she thought.  As her fingers dried she began to grip her
nipples tighter and tighter until she was twisting each one between her
thumb and forefinger and pulling them away from her breast.  There was
pain, but there was even more pleasure.

   "I wonder if I can make my self cum this way?" she asked herself.  "I've
never tried this before."

   Her mind kept returning to the young preacher with the cute butt and her
fantasy about his engorged cock.  The cock in her fantasy was circumcised
and stood proudly erect.  She could see the veins on it and the head was
darker than the rest of the prick.

   "Oh that would be so good if he was here right now.  Then he could stuff
that big cock into me and we would fuck and fuck and fuck," she thought.

   She began to slide her hand down toward her sex to finish herself off.
Then she had another thought, just as nasty as her fantasy about the young
preacher's cock, but more practical.  Across the kitchen there was a bowl
of vegetables she had just brought home to make into a salad tomorrow night
when the parents were coming to dinner.  In it were tomatoes, bell peppers,
onions, parsley, cilantro, radishes, and right on top of the stack, a big
fat cucumber.

   "Oh that would be too wicked," Beth told herself.

   "But my college roommate told me that lots of women fuck themselves with
cucumbers."

   "But what if Rich comes downstairs and finds me masturbating with a
cucumber?"

   "Rich is not coming downstairs.  We already got past that issue before I
pulled the night gown off."

   Beth got up off the chair and walked naked across the kitchen.  When she
got to the vegetable bowl she picked up the cucumber.  She held it in one
hand and ran her other hand up and down its surface, her fingers wrapped
around it.  It was smooth and hard except for the typical lumps and bumps
that all cucumbers have.

   "It's so big.  I'll never get it in me."

   "You won't know unless you try."

   She began to walk back across the kitchen holding the cucumber in her
right hand and rubbing it against her tits.  It sent a shock through her
when she brought it up from below her now fully extended nipples and
flipped them up and then down as she ran it back and forth over them.

   "Oh yes, I have to.  I'm so horny."

   Beth walked naked on through the kitchen past her discarded nightgown
and into the living room where she stretched out on the couch, continuing
to rub her tits with the cucumber.  She put one leg and foot on the back of
the couch and let the other foot drop to the floor so her legs were spread
lewdly.

   "I don't think I have ever spread myself this wide when I'm naked.  I
wonder what Rich would think if he saw me like this?  I wonder what the
young preacher would think?"

   While one hand kept the cucumber massaging her tits, she let the other
hand wander down to her now fully exposed sex.  She gave her clit a few
quick strokes, as she liked to do when masturbating.  That brought a gasp
from her and she quickly stopped, knowing that if she kept it up, she would
cum almost immediately, without getting to try the cucumber.  "Not so fast
Beth," she told herself.  "Rich is out to the world.  Lets make this last
for awhile."

   Beth pushed the fingers that had been toying with her clit on down her
sex, using them to spread her outer lips and softly massage her inner lips.
Then she slipped a finger into her pussy.  The combination of her arousal
and the residual cum from her earlier fucking with Rich made for a very
warm wet pussy.  She had never finger fucked herself like this before,
always limiting her masturbation to her clit.  "Ohhhh, this feels good!  I
could do this all night," she thought.

   She continued to rub her tits with the cucumber while she finger fucked
herself with first one, two, and then three fingers.  After several minutes
she was panting and hanging on the ragged edge of cumming.

   No, I have to stop," she said to herself as she pulled her fingers out.
"I want to try the cucumber." She reached down to the floor and grabbed a
pillow she had pushed aside when she had lain down on the couch, stuffing
it under her butt.  "I need a better angle if I am going to get this big
boy into me."

   Beth grabbed the cucumber with both hands and began to rub it across the
opening to her pussy.  It felt good, but it wasn't going to slip in easily.
She centered it on her opening and began to push it in with both hands
while pushing back by raising her hips off the pillow.  She could feel the
end of the cucumber spreading her pussy lips apart.  It hurt, but it was
not so much pain that she wanted to stop.  Slowly the cucumber forced its
way into her cunt until it was maybe a third of the way in.  Now the pain
was gone.  She just felt full.  "So fucking full," she thought.  "But I
want it deeper.  I want it to completely fill my pussy."

   Beth continued to slowly press the cucumber into her cunt until she felt
its tip grinding into her cervix.  Then she stopped and just let it be
there, filling her completely.  She had never felt anything like it.

   "Oh yeah, that's good, but now we need to fuck," she told herself.  She
slowly withdrew the cucumber until it was about halfway out.  Then she
pushed it slowly back in.  She began to repeat the withdrawal and slow
return thrust, again and again, increasing each time the range and tempo of
her fucking.

   "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cried.  But she kept her voice soft and
low, remembering there was someone else in the house.

   By now she was using just one hand to ream herself with the cucumber. 
Her pussy had stretched to accommodate the girth and length of the
cucumber. She felt a delicious fullness, but the pain was gone.  She used
the remaining hand to occasionally flick her clit.  She gasped each time
her fingers brushed her engorged clit.  Now she was just hanging on the
edge of a climax.

   "Oh, I want to cum so bad," she thought, "but I don't want this to stop.
This is so good.  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

   "No, I need to back off.  I don't want this to end." With that she
pulled her hand away from her clit and returned it to a slow massage of her
tits.  She stopped pumping the cucumber also, just leaving it still and
most of the way into her cunt.  Now she was using both hands to massage her
tits.  After a minute or so she felt like she was no longer hanging on the
ragged edge of an orgasm.  Once she felt back in control she began to fuck
herself with the cucumber using a slow steady rhythm, making sure it got in
good and deep on each stroke, while one hand continued to massage her tits.

   "Oh, that's just right.  I'm not hanging on the edge, and it feels so
fucking good.  I wonder how long I can keep this up without cumming?"

   Beth lay there on the couch, her legs spread obscenely while she pumped
the big cucumber in and out of her cunt and sensuously massaged her breasts
for some period of time.  Later on she couldn't even guess how long it was.
Just that it was heavenly and seemed to last forever.  The whole time she
let her obscene fantasies about the young preacher continue to run through
her head in a more or less continuous loop and she quietly murmured
obscenities to herself, "Oh fuck this is good.  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck . .
.Oh, fuck my cunt is so full!"

   In her fantasy Brother Leonard (the preacher's name) had asked her to
take off her clothes as he stood before her pulling on his hard dick, and
she willingly complied.  She did it slowly, like she imagined a stripper
would.  First she slowly unbuttoned each button of her blouse until she
could peel it off and toss it on the floor.  She fondled her c-cup tits
through her bra while the masturbating Brother Leonard stood before her
silently watching.  Then she leaned forward showing him even more of her
tits.  She was looking up at him watching his reaction as she reached
behind herself, released the catch on the bra and let the bra fall away
from her tits.  After the bra was dispensed with, she leaned back and
pulled one tit and then the other up as high as she could while bending her
neck and lewdly snaking her long tongue out to tease the nipple on each
one. Soon she was sprawled naked on the couch in the rectory office with
her legs spread lewdly and two fingers shoved up her slippery cunt. 
Brother Leonard stood before her stroking his enormous erection using the
copious precum it was leaking for lube.  He was silent, just standing there
jacking his cock and watching her masturbate.  Finally she said softly, "Oh
shit, that cock is so big and hard.  Please push it in me.  Fill up my hot
slippery cunt with that big dick of yours.  Please fuck me."



   Later she remembered that she actually spoke those words as she lay on
the couch ramming herself with the cucumber as her fantasy pushed into her
reality.

   She spun various versions of the fantasy around in her head as she
continued to stroke the cucumber in and out of her pussy.  In some of them
Brother Leonard stood before her stroking his cock until he finally
climaxed, shooting streams of hot white cum onto her face and tits.  In
others, he climbed on top of her and shoved his big cock in her cunt,
fucking her until she felt him squirt his hot cum in her pussy, lots of hot
cum.

   Eventually she began to feel her need to climax inexorably building.  It
got to where she felt like she was standing at the top of a tall cliff with
a raging inferno behind her pushing her closer and closer to the cliff.

   "Okay, okay, I gotta cum.  I just can't wait any longer," she finally
told herself.

   She began to pump the cucumber faster in and out of her cunt.  "Oh shit,
I'm so close!" she said softly, not wanting to wake her husband.

   She gave herself three or four more strokes with the cucumber and then
rammed it hard and fast as deep into her cunt as she could get it while she
let her other hand really have at her clit.  It wasn't like her usual
masturbating climax where she climbed to a soft peak and then relaxed with
her release, nor was it like a climax during her missionary sex with Rich.
Those were very soft -"just barely there sometimes.  She was already as
high as she could get.  Just wound up tight.  It felt like every muscle in
her athletic body was tightened to its maximum.  When Beth finally came she
just exploded in a climax that felt like the raging inferno behind her had
engulfed her whole body.  It came in waves and went on for what seemed like
minutes.  It was all she could do to choke back screams.  Maybe she passed
out.  Her memory of the details of the climax was a bit fuzzy.  All she
really knew was that she had never felt anything like it.

   She lay on the couch totally spent as the last weak spasms in her pussy
slowly pushed the cucumber out.  She used the hand that had been pushing it
to fully remove it and then she brought it up to her chest and rubbed her
breasts with the sticky mess on the cucumber, finally letting it fall to
the floor as she started to fade into sleep.

   "No, no.  I can't fall asleep here," she thought.  What would Rich think
if he came down in the morning all dressed up in his nice little suit and
found me sleeping here on the couch with my legs spread like they are,
dried cum all over my tits, and the abused cucumber on the floor next to
me. The idea was so absurd that she began to giggle.

   Beth struggled to her feet, rearranged the pillow and cushions on the
couch so they looked like they should (and covered the wet spot her pussy
had left), picked up the cucumber, and staggered back towards the kitchen.
As she passed the kitchen table she grabbed the unfinished second glass of
wine and tossed down the remaining wine in a single gulp.  Then she poured
another glass of wine and sipped it a bit more slowly as she walked around
the kitchen.  Eventually she found herself standing before the vegetable
bowl holding the slippery cucumber before her asking, "Well what do I do
with this?" She had another bad thought, which elicited another giggle. 
Beth finished off the glass of wine and turned to the sink to rinse the
wine glass.  Then she carefully washed off the cucumber and put it back in
the vegetable bowl for use in tomorrow night's salad for her parents and
her in-laws.

   "Good as new," she told herself.

   She walked naked back across the kitchen, heading for the bedroom.  Now
she would sleep.  Just as she got to the door from the kitchen, she giggled
again, "Oh yeah, my night gown.  I'm sure I could sleep fine without it,
but I can't leave it here.  That would take a lot of explaining."

   As Beth settled into to bed her last thought before drifting off to
sleep was, "That was flat fucking fantastic, but there as a lot of issues I
am going to have to think about in the morning, including some of the words
I was using.  Good girls aren't supposed to use those words.  Maybe I'm not
a good girl.  I wonder?" And then she was drifted off to sleep.

   * * * * * *

   When she awoke in the morning, she realized she had overslept.  Rich was
gone, likely out for his usual Saturday morning run.  "Now that was a
night's sleep," Beth thought as she rolled to her back and stretched
languorously.  Then she remembered, "Oh my.  What I did last night!" She
smiled as she replayed the events in her head.

   "Then another thought that caused her stomach to turn over, "My God,
what if Rich or my parents, or his parents know about what I did?  What
will they do to me?"

   "No.  I'm sure no one knows.  No one saw me."

   She continued to lie on her back thinking, "But I know.  Yes, I know
what I did, and I know how wrong that was." It was the same guilt trip she
laid on herself after each of her more subdued masturbation sessions, but
just as the sex had been more intense, so was the guilt.

   "But it was good," she thought.  "So fucking good!  My God, I've never
climaxed like that!" As the thought was running through her head she pulled
back the sheet she was sleeping under and swung her feet to the floor. 
That's when she felt the pain between her legs.  "Ohh.  I'm sore.  What
have I done to myself?"

   Beth staggered to the shower walking carefully because of the soreness
in her seriously over worked pussy.  She pulled her night gown off,
noticing that she had no panties on beneath it and the skin on her chest
was stiff from all of the cum she had smeared about the night before.  She
was concerned about the panties because she had no idea where she had left
them.  "What if Rich finds them before I do?  Are they in the kitchen or
worse yet on the couch in the living room?"

   She pulled the nightgown back over her head and returned to the bedroom.
Fortunately she found the panties next to the bed.  With a sigh of relief,
she picked them up and tossed them in the laundry basket.  As she did so,
she remembered that she had never put them back on after she and Rich had
made love the night before, only the nightgown.

   Beth took a long hot shower trying to let the downpour of hot water wash
away the memories of the night before.  No such luck.  As she stood naked
before the mirror towel in hand, she could think of little beyond how
guilty she felt this morning and how good it had all felt last night.

   Just then she heard Rich returning from his run, "Beth, are you here?"
he yelled from the base of the stairs.  "It's a great morning out.  Time to
get up slug-a-bed." He could be disgustingly cheery at the most inopportune
times.

   She wrapped the towel around herself and poked her head around the
corner so she could see him at the bottom of the stairs, "Good morning. 
How was your run?" she was grateful to have something to focus on beyond
the twin prongs of guilt and remembered joy from last night's
self-pleasuring.

   She could see Rich standing at the bottom of the stairs in his running
gear, his t-shirt soaked from his typical early morning run.  He was a
lanky six-footer with kind of a Jimmy Stewart build but better looking. 
There was just no excess fat on him.  As she looked at him, he kind of took
her breath away.

   "Let me get dressed and I will fix your breakfast while you shower," she
said, pulling the towel tightly around her.  She hurried across the top of
the stairs into their bedroom, realizing the towel barely covered her
bouncing chest and left almost all of her legs and perhaps more exposed to
Rich's gaze from below.

   "Forget your robe, Hon'?" Rich asked as she sprinted by.

   "Yeah, something like that," she yelled in response from the bedroom. 
She quickly dressed in a pair of loose fitting jeans and a baggy t-shirt
with the customary undergarments, slipping her feet into a pair of moccasin
style slip-ons.

   Rich was halfway up the stairs as she trotted down and she quickly
pecked him on the cheek as they passed saying, "Now go on and get your
shower, and I will fix bacon and eggs for you.  Hurry up or they will be
cold."

   As she stood whipping the eggs for a scramble she told herself, "Okay
Beth, last night was a one off event and it's not going to happen again."
It was essentially the same speech she made to herself every time she
masturbated, "But this time I really mean it," also a part of her customary
post climax resolution.

   Fifteen minutes later, Rich slid into his chair, looking all scrubbed
and ready to face the world.  "Now," he said, "Lets talk about this move to
California.  You know I need to be there in two weeks and we haven't even
begun to pack."

   Beth poured them each a cup of coffee and jumped willingly into the
discussion, thankful for a new topic to focus on besides her enjoyment of
the night before and her resulting guilt.

   * * * * *

   The next four weeks were a whirlwind for Beth, training her replacement
at the church, working with the movers to arrange the transfer of their
household goods across the country and then, once they had arrived in Palo
Alto, setting up a new household in the apartment they had rented there. 
Each night she fell into bed at midnight (or later) exhausted and was back
up and at it again at 5:00 the next morning.  As for Rich, well he was
working equally as hard on exiting his old job and starting a new one. 
Beth appreciated the challenges Rich was dealing with and didn't ask him
for help with what she was trying to do, but a couple of times she thought
it might have been nice if he had at least acknowledged the effort she was
making.

   As for sex, well that became non-existent.  Not only did their Friday
night quickies go by the boards, but Beth really didn't have time to even
think about what she had done the night she had slipped down the stairs and
frolicked with the cucumber.  Well, she did have a an occasion now and then
when she reached a point where she found herself simply waiting for someone
else to do something (like hook up utilities at their new apartment) and
she couldn't get anything else done on her lengthy to do list while she
waited.  So on a couple of those occasions, she ducked into a bathroom and
used her fingers to bring herself to a quick and quiet orgasm.  It was
better than nothing, but not like her Friday night session with the
cucumber.  Really not very satisfying.  And three times in four weeks. 
That was a new all time low for her since her high school days.

   Eventually her work pace began to slow.  Their new home was organized.
She knew how to find a grocery store, a laundry, and the other shops she
needed to run the household.  One Tuesday morning her to-do list had shrunk
to the point where, after doing the breakfast dishes, she poured herself a
second cup of coffee and sat down at her kitchen table to enjoy the coffee.
She hadn't done this in weeks.  She looked at her list -"no, nothing on it
that had to be done immediately or even today.  She sighed with
satisfaction and leaned back in her chair thinking, "I've made it.  We're
here and were organized and the household is up and running."

   The next thought in her head was, "Now what?" She didn't have an answer,
but as she sat at their kitchen table sipping her coffee another thought
began creeping into her head.  She wanted, no she needed, sex.  She hadn't
even had the quickie missionary fuck with Rich since the night of the
cucumber, as she had taken to calling it.  She pushed the thought aside and
turned her mind to other things, but they were all things that she knew
were not urgent, and so the subject of sex kept creeping back.

   At first she thought, "Well, I'll just go in the back room and get
myself off with my fingers.  That will take care of this and then I can get
on with my chores."

   "Oh yeah.  I don't really have any chores that need to be done this
morning.  This afternoon I need to fix dinner for Rich, but not this
morning."

   The more she thought about it the hornier she got.  She rose to pour
herself a third cup of coffee, but as she did that she began to think about
the masturbation she had indulged in that night back in Ohio.  "Oh, that
was so bad," she thought.  Then she giggled, saying out loud, "But it was
so good."

   Without any further thought she pulled the baggy sweat shirt she was
wearing over head and threw it on the floor, just as she had that night in
Ohio.  Her bra quickly followed it, liberating her large soft tits.  She
looked quickly around realizing that the kitchen blinds were open and
realizing just as quickly that unless someone had a very tall stepladder,
they weren't going to able to see in the windows of her second story
apartment.  Looking out the window the nearest thing she could see was the
hills behind Stanford, and they were over a mile away.  Once she understood
the privacy her second floor apartment provided, she finished stripping off
her baggy jeans and her white panties so she was standing naked in her
kitchen holding a cup of coffee.  Then she went for a leisurely, naked
stroll through the rest of the apartment as she sipped the coffee.

   "Oh, it feels so good to do this.  What would Rich think if he knew I
was walking naked through our apartment on a Tuesday morning?  What would
my parents think?" She giggled at these thoughts and pressed her warm, now
half empty coffee cup against one of her breasts.  "Umm.  That feels good
too." She was getting very horny, hornier than she had been in months.  It
felt delicious.

   Finally, after wandering naked through the entire apartment, she set the
now empty coffee cup down on a table in her living room and sat on the
adjoining couch, pulling one leg up and to the side with her heel hooked
between the cushions so she was lewdly exposed.  She was looking straight
out the open living room window, still confident that no one could see her.
Beth leaned back and began to play with her tits just as she had that night
in Ohio.  First a massage, one hand on each boob, and then after maybe ten
minutes of that she began to use her fingers to lightly stroke each breast
in circles coming closer and closer to their centers.  When she reached her
nipples she moistened her fingers, sucking them lewdly in her mouth and
then rubbed the nipples that were by this time like hard little pebbles. 
Finally as her fingers dried she began to pinch her nipples and pull on
them.  It hurt a little, but in such a good way and every time she did it,
she felt a jolt to her pussy.

   "Oh yes," she said aloud.  "This is how to spend a Tuesday morning. 
Fuck, this is good!"

   Now she took a hand down to her crotch and began to slide it along the
lips of her pussy.  It was wet and slippery from all her fondling of her
tits.  Each time she brought her hand up her fingers brushed her clit,
which was fully erect and peaking out from its little hood, she gasped,
"Ahh, shit that's good!"

   By now she had both feet up on the couch with her heels together and her
knees spread as wide as she could get them, assuring her maximum access to
her sex.  As she continued to stroke herself and flick her clit, she
realized that she was fast approaching a climax.  "No, no, not yet.  This
is too fucking delicious.  I want this to go on for awhile," she thought.

   She used one hand to spread her pussy lips as wide as she could get them
and then slid two fingers into her now sopping cunt.  "Oh, fuck that's
good!" she said aloud.

   "Not as good as the cucumber, but a lot better than a quick clit
masturbation," she thought and then she said to herself, "Damn, it's a lot
better than fucking Rich." That thought shocked her and she almost stopped,
pausing with her fingers in her slippery cunt.

   "Never mind that," she told herself.  "Just enjoy what you've got."

   With that she put Rich out of her mind and spent the next fifteen
minutes playing with her pussy.  She let her mind spin out a fantasy about
being seen by a window washer cleaning the window of her living room.

   The window washer did a double take as he saw her playing with her
pussy. He was a tall lean Latino.  Instead of just looking away, he stopped
what he was doing and just stood there staring at her.  Beth returned his
stare, spread her legs wider and and continued to masturbate.  After a
minute or two the window washer began rubbing an obvious hard-on through
his jeans.  Then he pulled the zipper down and let his erect cock out into
the sunshine.  It was long and curved.  She licked her lips as she watched
him start to stroke his cock.  They both continued to masturbate until he
finally reached his limit and shot streams of creamy cum all over the
window.  Then he smiled, tipped his hat to her, washed the cum off the
window, and moved on to the next apartment.

   Later, after the fantasy about the window washer, Brother Leonard crept
into her mind.  She lay back against the back of the couch, fingering her
cunt and savoring her thoughts of his tight buns and his gorgeous erect
dick, which she had never seen but thoroughly and deliciously imagined.

   Eventually she could feel her orgasm creeping up on her.  "Nothing I can
do to hold on.  I've just got to cum.  It's going to be so fucking good,"
she said to herself.  "Oh, oh, oh, fuck.  Here it comes.  Oh, shit, I'm so
close."

   Now she was rapidly stroking her clit with one hand and ramming three
fingers in and out of her cunt.  Then it was like falling off a cliff, just
like the time in Ohio with the cucumber, only this time she was alone in
the house and she let herself scream as she climaxed.  Her back was arched
and her whole body was participating in the tension and then the massive
release of the climax.  It felt like it went on forever, and then it was
over and she was slumped naked on the couch looking bleary eyed out her
living room window.

   "Wow!" she said to herself.  "I needed that."

   * * * * * *

   Beth just lay on her couch naked for quite awhile letting her mind
wander.  "I know," she told herself, "The church taught us that
masturbation is bad.  It's evil.  But I just can't believe anything that
good is evil.  No way.  Really, I didn't hurt anyone else when I did that.
I wasn't untrue to Rich.  It just can't be bad."

   "And besides, I read that almost everyone does it sometimes.  Ummmm.  I
can see why," she thought as she curled up, still naked on the couch.  That
was just so good.  She began to fondle her tits again as she thought about
how good it had been.  "So Beth, which did you like the best -"the long
slow build-up to your climax or the mind shattering roar you felt as it
tore through your body?" "Yes," she responded aloud in a deliberately
ambiguous answer that made her giggle.  "Yes, I liked them both, a lot, and
I'm going to do it a lot more," she said as she sat up.  "But not now. 
It's almost noon and I spent half the morning wandering naked around the
house and masturbating.  I think I need to take myself out to lunch."

   She stood and began to walk back to the kitchen where she had left her
clothes.  "Yes, I am going to lunch to celebrate a great masturbation."

   So that is just what Beth did.  She went out to a nice restaurant in the
Stanford Mall and she allowed herself not one, but two glasses of white
wine.  As she sat there sipping the second glass after finishing her lunch
she thought seriously and rationally about her marriage to Rich.  She
really loved Rich, but she knew that she and Rich were going to have to
have a discussion about their sex life.  She just didn't know how to go
about it.

   Eventually she finished the second glass of wine and had a pleasant buzz
on that was making her sleepy.  She didn't have a plan for how she was
going to talk to Rich about their sex life, but right now she wanted a nap,
so she went home, took her clothes off, stretched out naked on the bed, got
herself off quickly by fingering her clit, and fell into a deep sleep.

   Later she would remember that she dreamed about Brother Leonard and his
big dick while she slept.  Fortunately she woke well before Rich got home.
She got up, dressed in the same clothes she had been wearing in the morning
before she detoured her day into sex, and wandered out to the kitchen to
plan dinner.  Before she started to prepare anything she stretched and
yawned and said to herself aloud, "Now that was a nice day.  I think I may
need more of those."

   * * * * * * *

   For a couple of months that was just what Beth did.  She had been
working hard for she couldn't remember how long, and she just let herself
have one nice day after another.  She still got the chores necessary to run
the household done, but that was a piece of cake compared to the way things
had been in Ohio when she had to do all the household work and hold down a
full time job.  So what did she do with all of her spare time?  Simple,
more of what had made Tuesday such a nice day.  More lunches out, some long
walks in the beautiful California sunshine, and . . .  lots more extended
masturbation sessions.  She also started educating herself about sexual
issues via the Internet.  She read articles about human sexuality.  She
read articles about how to do things, like how to masturbate and enjoy it,
how to give oral sex (or cock sucking as she preferred to describe it when
talking to herself), how to seduce your husband or lover, and how lesbian
had sex.  It seemed like there was an endless supply of information and
advice on the Internet about sex--surprise, surprise.  She also looked at
porn and she found sites devoted to erotic stories covering every kind of
sexual activity peoples' deviant minds could conjure up.

   This went on for a couple of months, and Beth decided that moving to
California was just about the best thing that could have happened to her.
She had discovered a whole new world, and she was reveling in it.  She even
found a porn shop and bought herself several toys including a large dildo
and a couple of vibrators.

   It was terribly exciting to walk into the porn shop and look at all the
strange toys they had on their shelves and then to actually pick one out
and walk up to the clerk and pay for it.  "What kind of pervert must she
think I am?" she asked herself.  "But wait, wait.  She works here and sells
this stuff.  How can she have a bad opinion of me?  Hmm.  I wonder which of
these toys she uses on herself?"

   Beth was always deliciously horny as she drove away from the shop after
each visit, and she put all of her new toys to good use as soon as she got
them home.  She had extended masturbation sessions using the dildo and the
vibrators, and then she had quickies using the smaller of the vibrators. 
Sometimes she had several in a day.  Other times she would skip a day or
two.  Her world did not revolve around sex, but she had finally really
incorporated sex into her world.  It was very satisfying.

   One morning, as Beth was taking one of her long walks across the
Stanford campus enjoying the sun and a post orgasmic glow, a lingering
thought reoccurred to her, "You know this new lifestyle is great, but I
need to get Rich involved.  Oh sure we have our Friday night quickies (or
at least we used to before we left Cleveland), but they are so shallow
compared to the rest of my sex life.  His orgasms can't be like mine.  He
is so missing out and I do love him.  How do I get him to really join me?"

   She puzzled about this for the rest of her walk, deciding that she
really did need to have a long serious talk with Rich and convince him to
expand his horizons on the subject of their sex life, but she really didn't
have a plan as to how to go about it.  He was so reserved and bashful about
the subject that she was sure that she couldn't just it him down and say,
"Rich, we need to fuck more." He might have a stroke.

   On the way home she stopped at her favorite restaurant in the Stanford
Mall and had a lengthy lunch that included a bit of wine.  She didn't do
this every day, but her new lifestyle allowed it a couple of times a week.

   She sat at an outdoor table enjoying the sun.  When she finished her
lunch she ordered a second glass of wine.  As she took her first sip of the
second glass her mind returned to the question of how she was going to
broaden Rich's narrow outlook on sex.

   "Things have got to change," she told herself.  "Our sex life is
non-existent and that is not the way to run a marriage.  Sooner or later
one or both of us are going to find someone else who will give us a real
sex life and that will be the end of the marriage."

   Another sip of the wine.  "Well I know I can certainly enjoy more sex
with Rich than I have now, but how do I get him to give me more?"

   "He can't really be satisfied with what we have . . .  Can he?"

   More wine.  "Well we are just going to have to talk about it.  But what
if he gets all prissy and moralistic and tells me I shouldn't want more
sex?"

   More wine.  "That's a risk I have to take.  I can't go on just
masturbating while I think about other men, like Brother Leonard."

   "Well I don't necessarily want to stop that, but there has to be more
with Rich too.  He can't be happy with what he is getting . . .  can he?"

   This back and forth conversation went on in her head as she sat in the
sun enjoying the second glass of wine.  Eventually she decided she was
sleepy and wanted to go home and take a nap before she had to fix dinner
for Rich.  She knew she really didn't have a plan as she walked back to
their apartment, but she was sure she would develop something.  "I just
have to," she told herself.

   When she got home she stripped off all her clothes and stretched out
naked on their bed to take her nap, as she did most afternoons.  She
dreamed about Brother Leonard and his tight buns and big dick again, but
that was far from the first thing she thought of when she awoke.  She was
awakened by her very shocked husband who had come home early and was
standing at the foot of the bed staring at his naked wife.

   "Beth!  You're naked!" He was in shock.

   Her first thought when she awoke was to cover herself up with something,
but there was nothing handy, so she just sat up shaking her head to clear
it (and incidentally her big tits at the same time).

   "Yeah, I guess I am." she said, her head still a little foggy from the
deep sleep she had been in.

   Rich sputtered, "But, but, but . . .Beth!" He was so upset he was
actually stuttering, "You ca, ca, can't, you sh, sh, shouldn't do this." He
was beside himself.

   "Well, Rich," she said, "Actually I can do it, and I am doing it.  I've
decided I like being naked around the house, and since I like it, I guess I
should do it."

   "What!  Have you taken leave of your senses?  What would Preacher McCoy
think?"

   Preacher McCoy was the preacher at their old church in Cleveland.  Beth
had worked for him and while he preached a good line about the evils of
fornication and masturbation, some how she always had her suspicions about
him, especially because of the way he seemed to look at her tits whenever
he thought she wasn't noticing him.  She had grown up listening to his
sermons, but working around him as a fully-grown woman had given her some
real doubts about his character.

   "Well," Beth, now fully awake, thought, "I guess we are going to have
our talk sooner than I expected." She wanted to say, "Who gives a fuck what
that horny old bastard Preacher McCoy would say?" but she knew that wasn't
the way to start this conversation.

   She pulled herself up into a sitting position, curling her legs demurely
beneath her and patted the bed.  "Sit down Rich.  And take your coat and
tie off.  We need to talk."

   "Shouldn't you get dressed?"

   "Why.  We're married.  Now take that tie off and sit down."

   Rich stood, peeling his tie off and then his coat and then started
towards the closet to hang them up.

   "Just toss them on the chair," she said.  "It won't hurt them and we
need to talk now." She patted the bed again.  "He can be so anal
sometimes," she thought.  "I guess that's what makes him a good lawyer."

   Rich walked back to the bed, carefully hanging his coat and tie on the
chair.  It obviously made him uncomfortable not to hang them up, but his
naked wife was making him more uncomfortable.  He sat gingerly on the end
of the bed, as far from her as he could get and said nothing, just looking
at Beth.

   Beth's mind was going a mile a minute trying to decide how to do this.
She let Rich just sit there and stared at her while she tried to decide how
to start.

   "Do you like this, Rich?"

   "Do I like what?"

   "This," she said gesturing with her hands toward herself.  "Me sitting
naked on the bed."

   "Yes of course.  You're my wife.  I love you."

   "That's not what I meant," she responded.  "I mean do you like seeing me
naked at," . . .  she paused to look at the clock on the bedside table . .
. "at 3:30 in the afternoon."

   "Uhh.  Yeah, I guess so."

   "Not a very satisfactory answer," thought Beth.  "But nobody said this
was going to be easy."

   She thought for a minute before taking a new tack.  "Rich, do you ever
masturbate?"

   "What!" he said in a shocked non-answer.

   "I said, do you masturbate?" she responded with greater firmness.

   She waited a moment, but he was silent, avoiding her eyes which actually
pretty much answered her question.  "Well I do Rich.  All the time."

   "Oh Beth!" he said, returning his eyes to her.  "Why?"

   "Rich," she said softly, "There are two reasons why I masturbate."

   "First it feels good.  Yup, that's true, it feels good.  Really good."

   "And do you know what the second reason I masturbate is?" she asked
Rich, who was staring at her in shock.

   "No," he said softly.

   "Because we don't have enough sex, and when we do, we don't do it very
well."

   "Oh," he said, his eyes downcast.  He paused for a moment.  "We could do
it more often." Another pause.  "And maybe we could try it with the lights
on." He was looking at her again, probably hoping that he could escape this
painful conversation with that offer.  "Then maybe you wouldn't have to
masturbate anymore."

   "Good sign.  He's willing to try," she thought.  But Beth had the bit in
her teeth, and she wasn't going to stop now.

   "But you didn't answer my question Rich.  Do you masturbate?"

   He looked away again.  There was a long silence.  Finally, he replied
with a barely audible, "Yes."

   "Rich, look at me." She waited until he looked at her and made eye
contact.  "There's nothing wrong with that.  Everyone does it.  At least
everyone that's healthy, as near as I can tell."

   "But Preacher McCoy told us it was wrong."

   "Rich, Preacher McCoy told us a lot of things were wrong, and you and I
both know that most of them are things that most people do all time.  I
agree, that it's not a good idea to drink so much you become an alcoholic,
but an awful lot of people have a drink or two a day.  It doesn't do them
any harm, and nobody thinks anything of it.  Preacher McCoy said that was
wrong, just like he said masturbating was wrong, but I think he was just
saying those things so that a lot of those blue nosed, old ladies in the
congregation would keep making big donations.  Anyway, he's not our
preacher any more and I don't intend to let him run my life."

   Rich continued to be silent.

   "You know Rich, I think we need to start with Preacher McCoy's no
drinking rule.  I have a nice cold bottle of white wine in the fridge and I
think we ought to go drink that.  Not just a glass, but the whole bottle."

   "Okay, sure," Rich responded, sounding relieved to have the topic move
off the subject of sex.

   Beth hopped off the bed and started for the kitchen.

   "Beth," Rich called out.  "Aren't you going to get dressed, first? 
Before you go out into the rest of the apartment."

   Beth stopped at the door and turned looking at Rich.  "Nope.  I told you
I like walking around the apartment naked."

   She turned and continued out the door saying over her shoulder, "You
ought to get naked too.  The wine will taste better." She knew that idea
was a non-starter.  She just said it to tease him.

   Rich stood staring at her naked frame as she walked away.  The only
thing he could think was, "What has come over my wife?"

   Beth fully intended to explain what had come over his wife over a cold
bottle of wine.  And she planed on being naked while she did it.

   Beth stood naked before the refrigerator getting the bottle of wine out
as her husband wandered in behind her.  She refrained from leaning forward
until she heard Rich walk into the kitchen and then she made a point of
bending over farther than necessary to retrieve the wine so that Rich could
get a good view of her ass.  She also had spread her stance enough so that
anyone behind her would have a great view of her pussy when she leaned
forward.  Once she knew Rich was in the room, she bent forward and took
plenty of time to retrieve the wine, ensuring Rich had ample time to enjoy
the view.

   She turned as she closed the door behind her and wanted to say, "Like
what you're seeing?" but she decided that she needed to go slow with Rich,
so she just smiled at him and then turned and walked to the drawer where
the cork screw was stored.  She retrieved the corkscrew and then two
glasses from the top shelf of the cupboard above, standing on her toes to
reach the high shelf with her back turned to Rich.  She knew that standing
on her toes to reach the glasses would make her butt stick out, so she took
her time, just as she had retrieving the wine from the refrigerator.  Then
she turned towards him and leaned back against the counter, her legs spread
just a bit and her hips thrust forward holding the wine in one hand and the
two glasses in the other.  Rich stood on the other side of the room staring
at her in silence.  She noticed that he was staring at her naked body
rather than her face.  "This is fun," she thought.

   "Ready for a drink," she asked holding the wine and the glasses aloft.

   "Isn't it a little early?" Rich asked, backpedaling from what he said he
would do when they were in the bedroom.

   "Oh I don't think so," Beth said.  "As they say, it's five o'clock in
Cleveland.  Besides, we have some things to discuss and the wine will help.
Have a seat."

   Rich sat at the table as Beth walked naked across the kitchen holding
the wine and the glasses.  When she reached the table she stood opposite
Rich, setting the glasses, the wine, and the corkscrew before her on the
table.  She leaned forward a bit, letting her large breasts hang down,
opened the wine, and filled a glass for each of them.  Then she leaned even
farther forward to reach across the table to place a glass of wine before
Rich, who stared unabashedly at her hanging tits.  Beth noticed his focus,
but said nothing.  Finally she walked around the side of the table and took
a seat that insured Rich could see all of her naked body.

   "Drink up," she said, holding her glass aloft for a moment before taking
a long sip of the wine.  Rich mimicked her toast and took a drink, a long
drink.

   "Now Rich, we have some things to discuss," she said lifting a foot and
setting it on the table so that her pussy was fully exposed to Rich.  He
was taking a second drink and he choked on it as she exposed herself to
him.

   She waited silently until he composed himself.

   "You mean about drinking?" Rich asked.

   "No Rich, we need to talk about your masturbation."

   "Oh."

   "How often do you masturbate?" she asked.  "Like, how many times a
week."

   Rich was turning white.  He gulped down the rest of his glass of wine
and Beth dropped her foot to the floor (without pulling her legs together)
and quickly refilled it.  Her boobs were dragging across the table as she
refilled the glass.  It felt good.

   He took another long pull at his wine but remained silent.

   Beth waited long enough to take another drink of her wine and to refill
her glass.  This bottle wasn't going to last at this rate, but she had
another in the fridge.

   "Really Rich, I want to know.  I am curious to find out if you
masturbate as much as I do?"

   Rich took another drink.  Now the glass was nearing empty again. 
Finally he asked, "So how often do you . . .  do it."

   "You mean masturbate," she asked finishing her glass and refilling it
while she waited for his response.

   "Yes, I mean masturbate.  How many times a week do you do it."

   "Progress," she thought.  "He said the word."

   Well," she responded as she refilled his now nearly empty glass.  It
varies a little, and I don't really keep a count, but I guess 10 or 15
times a week."

   "Really?" he said.

   "Yes, really," she responded.  She got up and walked to the refrigerator
to get another bottle of wine.  She again took her time bending over to
retrieve the wine, providing Rich ample time to stare at her ass and her
exposed pussy.  He was silent as he watched her walk naked across the room
and back.

   Beth opened the wine and refilled their glasses, again leaning over the
table with her tits hanging down.  Then she returned to her chair, putting
one foot up on the table to expose her sex again.  Rich watched her
carefully.

   "So how many times a week do you jack-off Rich?" she asked, using
language she had learned on the Internet.

   Rich winced at her language and took another drink of wine.  "Well, not
as often as that," he said.  "Only a few times a month."

   "Really," she said "I thought men always got themselves off more than
women."

   He shrugged and took another drink.  By now they were getting well into
the second bottle of wine.  She knew he was lying.  Most people won't admit
to how frequently they masturbate, but she saw no point in calling him on
it.

   Changing her tack, she asked, "So where do you do it.  I mean where do
you masturbate."

   Rich continued to look uncomfortable, but less so now that the wine was
loosening his inhibitions.  "Mostly in the shower," he responded.

   "So you jack-off in the shower after your morning run?" She took another
sip of wine.

   "Yes," he said as he set his glass down.

   "Every morning?"

   "Pretty much."

   "Any place else?"

   He took another drink and smiled as he said, "Well sometimes in stall in
the bathroom in our office at work."

   "Really?  That's pretty daring."

   "Well sometimes my work is kind of dull and I get to thinking about your
tits, and I get so horny I just have to get some relief so I can get some
work done." The wine was really beginning to loosen him up.  Beth couldn't
remember him having ever used the word "tits" before.

   "You mean these?" Beth said as she lifted each of her tits up and
pointed the nipples at him.

   He finished another gulp of wine and said, "Yes, exactly."

   "Time for another tactic," Beth thought.

   "Rich, why don't you take the rest of your clothes off, so I'm not the
only naked person in this conversation."

   "Uhh . . .  okay," He said.  "Let me go to the bedroom and hang things
up."

   "No, just take your clothes off and toss them over that chair," she said
gesturing at an empty chair with her wine glass.

   Rich hesitated for a moment, taking another drink of wine.  Then he
turned in his chair, leaned forward and unlaced his shoes.  He kicked them
off, stripped off his socks and then appeared to stall.  Finally he stood
and Beth saw the cause of his hesitation -"a tent in his pants.  "Great!"
she thought.  "He's got a hard on.  This isprogress."

   The wine had taken its toll on Rich's inhibitions.  He quickly stripped
the remainder of his clothes off, simply tossing them in the general
direction of an unoccupied chair, something she had never seen him do in
the seven years they had been married.  His clothes missed the chair and
landed in a heap beyond it.  Rich ignored them.  Now he was as naked as
Beth.  His prick stood straight out and Beth thought, "Oh my, it's bigger
than I had hoped." Rich sat back down and gulped the remainder of the wine
in his glass, which Beth promptly refilled.

   Beth stared at his erect cock for a moment or two and then said, "So you
really jack-off more than a few times a month, don't you?  Really, it's a
lot more, isn't it?"

   "Yeah, I guess so," he responded with little trace of his prior
reticence.

   "Do you like it?" she asked.

   "Duh!"

   Beth laughed, "Okay.  Dumb question."

   "Are you getting drunk yet?" she asked.

   "Yes, I am, and it feels good."

   "So what do you think about when you masturbate in the shower?"

   "Your tits."

   "Hmmm, you're pretty obsessed with my tits," Beth said as she began to
massage them.

   "I guess so," he responded.  "You have great tits."

   "Thank you," she said as she continued to massage her tits.

   "Where do you masturbate?" he asked.

   Beth laughed, "Oh god, everywhere.  I think I have cum in every room in
this apartment more times than I can count."

   "Any place outside the apartment?" he asked.

   "Well, occasionally."

   "Tell me about it,"

   Okay, but first I want you to show me how you jerk your cock.  Just
start pulling on it, and I will tell you about it."

   Rich drained his glass and thought for a moment.  The second bottle was
almost gone.  "Okay," he said as he reached down with his right hand and
begin to stroke his cock.  There was no hesitation.  He obviously knew just
how his cock liked to be stroked.

   Beth sat and watched as Rich stroked his cock.  He really was loosening
up.  After a few moments she began to use her hands to play with her pussy.
She was very aroused, but she wanted to take her time getting to a climax,
so she focused on her pussy and avoided anything beyond an occasional quick
flick of her clit.

   They were silent for a long time as they watched each other masturbate.
Finally Rich said, "You were going to tell me where else you masturbate
besides here in the apartment?"

   "Oh yes.  I was, wasn't I."

   "Well. . ." Now it was Beth's turn to be reticent.  She gasped as she
pushed two fingers deep into her cunt.  More silence as she recovered her
composure.  "Well, I recently bought this toy at the porn shop.  It's
called . . .  "

   "Porn shop?" Rich interrupted.

   "Umm, yes," she responded with a wicked smile as she continued to plumb
her depths with her fingers.  "There is a shop I found in San Jose that
sells all kinds of sex toys, pornographic videos . . .they have just about
anything a twisted mind could desire, including lingerie and other clothing
that is, . . .  a . . .  very revealing."

   "Anyhow, returning to my story, I bought an egg there."

   "An egg?"

   "Oh yes, you wouldn't know would you," Beth giggled.  "It's a vibrator
that is shaped like an egg.  I slide it completely into my pussy and then
adjust its vibration speed with a remote control.  Lately I've been taking
the egg with me on some of my morning walks."

   Rich was listening, but mostly focused on watching Beth continuing to
finger fuck herself.  He continued to stroke his rigid cock.

   "I tuck it into my pussy and then put on my usual walking clothes over
the top of it and put the remote in my pocket.  As I go out the front door
I start it buzzing at its lowest level."

   "How far can you go before it makes you cum?"

   "Well, I'm not sure," she said.  "Every time I've tried it I go a mile
or two and then find a place to sit on a park bench or some other place
that isn't too busy.  Then I turn it up to its highest level and let it
drive me over the edge.  I just don't know how long I could go with it on
low before that alone drove me over the edge.  I guess I'm just not patient
enough."

   "That's really nasty," he said.  He was way past his usually reticent
style.

   "I know.  That's what I like about it.  I feel like such a slut when I
do that."

   "So what other nasty toys did you buy at this porn shop?" Rich was using
the copious pre-cum that had escaped from the tip of his cock to lubricate
his entire dick.  His fist was wrapped around the shaft and making the most
decadent sounds as he slid it up and down with just the right pressure to
hold him at a high level of arousal without pushing him over the edge.

   "God that's sexy to watch," she said.

   "So are you."

   They were silent again for a while, engrossed in watching each other
masturbate.  They had both forgotten the conversation at this point.

   Beth pulled her fingers from her cunt and used the juice on them to lube
up the nipple on her left tit.  The hand that had been in her cunt was
massaging and pulling on the now slippery nipple while the other hand
massaged the remainder of the breast.  "Tell me more about how you
fantasize about my tits when you masturbate?" she said, holding her boob
with its glistening nipple up and towards him.

   Rich responded quickly, all his earlier reticence vanished.  I fantasize
about cumming on them.  It's the last thing I do just as I start to shoot
my cum."

   "Oh really," Beth said with a lascivious smile.  "That would be so
nasty. Will you do that tonight?  I want you to spray your cum all over my
tits and then I will make myself cum.  Oh fuck, that would be so good."

   "Sure.  How about now?  I'm having to work pretty hard to hold off."

   "Oh Yes.  Now would be great!" Beth said with excitement.  She held up
both her big tits and slumped in her chair sliding her legs forward and
spreading them even farther than they had been before.  "Get over here and
spray that hot slippery cum all over my tits."

   Rich stood and took two strides, placing himself directly between her
lewdly spread legs.  He began to rapidly accelerate the pace of his
strokes.

   "Oh that's it you horny bastard.  Stroke that cock.  Spray that hot
slippery cum of yours on my tits."

   Rich stiffened and began to groan as the first shot of his cum leapt
from the end of his prick.  It landed on the top of Beth's right tit in a
long, hot, white string that coated the top of her breast and then quickly
begin to sag and run down her tit.  The next shot hit her left tit and a
third one hit her just below her throat, where it ran down into the
cleavage between her tits.  While the first three shots dripped down her
tits, he fired off two more shots, one of which went astray and hit her in
the cheek.

   "Oh fuck!" he gasped as he staggered back to his chair.

   Beth waited until he was seated in the chair again and then used both
hands to smear the hot slippery cum all over her tits, leaving the glob on
her cheek slowly dripping down onto her chest.  She stared directly at Rich
while she pushed the slippery cum around on her chest, making sure that
they maintained eye contact.  Then she used one hand to spread her pussy
lips and the other to begin to rapidly stroke her clit.  She knew it
wouldn't take long.  Just before she reached her climax, she dropped the
hand spreading her lips to her cunt and jammed three fingers into it.  She
had Rich's undivided attention the entire time.

   "Oh, Oh, Oh, shit!  Oh fuck.  I'm cumming.  Oh Fuuuuuuuck." She arched
her back as the first wave of the climax ripped through her and then
slumped in the chair, whimpering as a series of minor waves rolled through
her.

   She was silent for a moment, panting.  Then, "Oh fuck.  That was a good
one . . .  Umm, come with me Baby.  Lets curl up on the bed."

   With that the two of them staggered off to the bedroom and fell naked on
the bed.  He pulled her to him and they kissed for a long time.  They
hadn't kissed like that since before they were married when petting was the
closest they got to screwing.  Then they both drifted off to sleep.

   * * * * *

   When Beth woke up she noticed two things.  First it was dark so she knew
they had been asleep for some time, and secondly Rich was curled behind her
with his hands fondling her tits and a very hard cock pressed against her
bottom.

   "Ummm, that feels delicious," she said softly.

   "Good."

   Beth began to wriggle her butt against Rich's cock.

   "Oh, you're coming to life are you?" Rich whispered.

   "Yes, . . .  and I notice that you are too."

   Beth rolled toward Rich and they began a long sensuous kiss, their
mouths open and their tongues dueling.  While she kissed him she squirmed
so her tits were rubbing against his chest.  Rich ran his hands softly up
and down her back and then down to her hips where he used them to pull her
tightly against him.  She could feel his hard cock trapped between the two
of them and his fingers pressed into the muscles in her ass.

   Beth had a thought, a very nasty thought.  Well it was a nasty thought
for her.  She wanted to suck his cock.  She worried about what his reaction
would be, but ultimately decided to go ahead, so she began to slide down
his body trailing kisses and licking him as she went.

   "Where are you going Beth?"

   "You'll see," she said and resumed her kissing and licking.  "Lets just
say Preacher McCoy wouldn't approve."

   "I'm not sure I care what Preacher McCoy thinks anymore," Rich said.

   "Good cause you're going to like this and Preacher McCoy definitely
wouldn't approve."

   When Beth reached his mid-section, she rose to her knees, straddling
Rich's legs and then leaned forward, grabbed his cock with both hands, and
began to stroke it.  She quickly noticed that pre-cum was dribbling from
the tip and she put that to good use lubing his shaft.

   Rich sucked in his breath.  "Oh, fuck that feels good."

   "So you like that?"

   "Oh fuck yes.  Please don't stop."

   "Well, how about this?" she said as she leaned farther forward dragging
her hanging tits along his thighs and began to massage the end of his dick
with her tongue.  She had never sucked a cock before, but she had read
about it.  "What the hell," she thought, "There's only one way to learn
this skill."

   Beth continued to jack the shaft of Rich's cock while she massaged the
head with her tongue.  Eventually she slid her lips around the head so it
was in her mouth.  She continued to work it with her tongue, and she
continued to jack the shaft with her hands, making sure that she let plenty
of saliva flow from her mouth to keep the shaft well lubed.

   "Oh Beth, you're sucking my cock!"

   "Beth sucked a lot more of his cock into her mouth and pretend to gag.
Actually she was trying not to laugh at Rich's comment.

   Recovered from her laugh, she pulled her mouth off his cock, while
continuing to stroke and twist her hands on the shaft.

   "Yes, I'm your horny little slut and I'm sucking your cock.  Do you want
me to stop?  I hope not, because I love to suck cock." Before he could
respond she engulfed his cock with her mouth and began to move up and down
on it, sucking hard each time she raised her head.

   "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck . . .  fuck, don't stop.  Just keep being my horny
little slut.  That's so fucking good."

   After several minutes of intensive cock sucking, during which Beth
experimented with various techniques she had read about, she began to worry
about whether he would cum in her mouth without warning.  She wasn't sure
she was quite ready for that.

   "Now, lets fuck," she said pulling her mouth and her hands away from his
prick.

   "Okay." Rich was ready to agree to almost anything.  He started to sit
up so he could get into their customary missionary position.

   "Oh no, not like that," Beth said pushing him back down on his back. 
She rose to her knees, leaned back, and stretched to reach the switch on a
lamp on the bedside table.  "First, no more fucking in the dark," she said.

   Now she could see Rich lying on his back with his cock sticking straight
up.  "God he has a nice cock," she thought.  Since she was already astride
him, she simply walked forward on her knees until her pussy was poised over
his cock.  She reached back and grabbed his dick and guided it into herself
as she lowered her hips into place.  Somehow he seemed much bigger and
harder than on their Friday night missionary fucks.  Now he was filling her
cunt and stretching her, not quite like the cucumber, but plenty good
enough.  "Oh God, yes it is good enough.  It is more than good enough.  It
is fucking great," she thought.  She began to raise and lower herself,
riding his cock.  Rich reciprocated with his hips.  It wasn't fast, but the
penetration was deep and the feeling was magnificent for both of them.

   "Oh Beth, why didn't we screw like this before?" Rich said.

   "I have no fucking idea, but . . .  but oh shit this is good!"

   "Rich, put your hands on my tits."

   Rich tentatively put his hands on her tits.

   "Now just massage them." He did as instructed as Beth continued to ride
his cock.

   "Now pinch the nipples between your fingers," Beth began to groan as
Rich pinched her nipples.  "Harder, pinch them harder.  Pull on them."

   As Rich began to pinch and pull her nipples Beth knew she was going to
cum and very soon.

   "Oh Rich . . .  That's so fucking good . . .  I'm going to cum."

   She began to ride him wildly so her big tits were swinging everywhere.
She reached down with one had and began to rub her clit, very quickly. 
Then she let out a string of obscenities as her climax hit her and Rich
felt her cunt clamp down on his cock.

   That set him off.  He pushed up with his hips driving his shaft as deep
into Beth as he could get it, and he held it there as stream after stream
of cum squirted into her.  She fell forward onto his chest, and he wrapped
his arms around her as they both melted into the most relaxed state they
had ever experienced.

   They held their position for what seemed a long time, probably longer
than their traditional missionary sex took to initiate and complete. 
Eventually Beth rolled off to one side, her legs and arms still tangled
with Rich.

   "Oh that was so nice," she said softly.

   "Amen to that sister," Rich responded.

   Beth giggled.  "You can't talk that way about the kind of sex we've been
having this evening.  What would Preacher McCoy think?"

   Rich broke out in a belly laugh.

   "You know what I think Rich?  I think that we ought to have a name for
the position we were just fucking in," Beth continued.

   "Yes?"

   "Yup." Beth was struggling not to start giggling before she finished. 
"We ought to call it the 'Preacher McCoy'.  What do you think?"

   Now Rich was howling with laughter.  He was to the point where tears
were running down his cheeks.

   He sat up with his feet on the floor twisting to look back at Beth as he
gasped for air.

   "Well," he said, "that sounds good, but there are a bunch of other
positions we will need to try before we finalize any dedications like that,
and there are some other people we knew in Cleveland that might qualify for
a position name."

   By this time Beth had crawled across the bed and was sitting next to
Rich, enjoying the warmth of his thigh against hers.  Wanting to continue
the theme she asked, "Who could we dedicate the blow job I gave you to?"

   "Ooh, remember that terrible Sunday School teacher we had in the fourth
grade?  What was her name?"

   Oh, that was sister Bernadette.  She was just awful to me."

   "Me too," said Rich.

   "So," Beth said, "My blow job could be a 'Bernadette Special'."

   Now they were both holding their sides with laughter.

   Beth leaned against him with an arm around him and her head on his
shoulder.  "Oh this is fun . . .  but by the way, what time is it?  My
stomach says we missed dinner."

   Rich leaned back and looked at the clock on the bedside table.  "Wow. 
It's 10:30."

   "Ooh, ooh, ooh!  We can still get pizza, if we hurry.  I'll call
Patrino's and get them to send it over with their pizza dude."

   "Will you smear it on your tits so I can lick it off?" Rich asked.

   "Oh yeah! . . .  "But I want to eat some too.  Have to keep our strength
up.  This is going to be a long night."

   "You want more woman?"

   "Ohhh, yeah."

   * * * * *

   A few months later Beth learned from a friend that preacher McCoy and
Brother Leonard were fired by the church board of trustees for conduct in
conflict with the standards of the church.  The talk around the church was
that Preacher McCoy and Brother Leonard had been the leaders of a small but
active swingers group within the church.

   Rich and Beth remain happily married and have more great sex than anyone
should be permitted to have, at least by the standards of the church they
grew up in.

   Beth never has told Rich about what she did with the cucumber she
included in the salad in the last dinner that she served their parents in
Cleveland.