Even though he knew it was an idea that only a short time ago would have been unthinkable for him, Tommy now found it so exciting that he could hardly keep his eyes off Grace, imagining the things he would like to do to her in bed.
Naturally, his new young wife Linda noticed everything, but it only made things worse. That night, she refused to let Tommy make love to her, saying she didn't appreciate his getting heated up by looking at another woman all evening and then taking it out on her. That settled it for Tommy Singleton.
If he was going to stick out this marriage until Linda got over some of her sexual hang-ups, he was going to have to release his tensions elsewhere. By the time he was falling into a troubled sleep beside the softly breathing warmth of Linda's body, it was all he could do to keep from masturbating to ease the unsatisfied ache in his loins. Instead, he merely rolled onto his side when he was sure Linda was sound asleep and lightly rested the full length of his rigidly erect penis in the tantalizing narrow crease between her rounded buttocks. Jesus Christ, he muttered to himself angrily when she unconsciously cringed away from the pulsing hotness of his excitedly throbbing shaft. Even in her sleep she reacts against sexual passion.
Her action of repulsion angered him even further and caused his hardness to suddenly subside as if he had been dashed with cold water. He finally dropped off to sleep feeling utterly rejected by her, dreaming of a beautiful mermaid who called to him to come to her and feed her craving, abruptly waking up in the middle of the night from a wet dream. The mermaid had been slowly lowering her soft mouth down over his pulsating, hard cock and his dammed-up semen had spurted endlessly between her sensual lips turned up in a seductive smile around his thick shaft. He got up and showered before returning to sleep, first hiding the sperm-soaked pajamas where Linda wouldn't find them.
It'll serve the frigid little bitch right if I have to fuck another woman to be satisfied, he mumbled to himself through clenched teeth as he lay on the bed as far away from her as he could get.
CHAPTER TWO
The next morning was a working school day, and Tommy Singleton awoke earlier than usual, wondering why he was feeling such a sense of anticipation and excitement. He glanced briefly at the still sleeping form of his wife Linda, clad only in a short nightie of sheer nylon that hid nothing of her physical charms from his view. She was lying flat on her back, her creamy white thighs exposed all the way to the softly enticing little triangle of blonde curls up between their firmly rounded smoothness. He could see the inviting pink folds of her pussy pouting chastely up between her slightly spread legs, and he wanted more than anything at that moment to drop his head down there and thrust his tongue deep up into her unprotected innocent cunt, but he knew that she would never permit him to enjoy himself that way – or permit herself to enjoy it, he added grimly. Hungrily he let his eyes pass on up over the filmy fabric clinging to her taut white belly to the delectable little indentation of her navel clearly visible through the sheer garment and farther up to the sweeping rise of her fully ripe breasts. Little upward thrusts were made where the tiny pink buds of her nipples pressed teasingly up against the thin nylon, and he licked his lips at the delicious sight before reluctantly turning away to get dressed.
As he finished shaving and looked at himself in the mirror, he suddenly remembered why he felt so anxious to get out of the house and off to school. He smiled at his image with a boyish grin, his brown eyes sparkling with unconcealed joy as he recalled the conversation with his fellow coach, Fred Furness, the day before. He could hardly wait to get that phone call he had been promised. Being involved for so long with the girl he had just married, it had been easy to forget for the time being that he had always been attractive to women, and now he found himself bursting with a renewed energy. He pulled on the loose velour slip-over sweater that only coaches could get by with in a public school, unable to resist admiring the way it clung to his muscular shoulders and chest. Hell I'm practically irresistible, he grinned into the mirror, and then he left the house quietly, getting into his yellow sports car with a feeling of elation he had not experienced for what seemed like years.
Avoiding the usual bull session taking place in the faculty room at the school, Tommy went directly to his tiny office behind the gymnasium and watched the telephone as if he could make it ring with his eyes. When it finally did jingle in two short bursts after the end of the second period, he was sitting ready to answer it and held it up to his ear before the bell stopped sounding.
'Hello, Fred?' he blurted into the instrument anxiously.
'Hi, is that you, Tommy?' came the soft feminine voice.
It was Grace Furness, Fred's wife! Her sweetly seductive voice seemed to flutter inside his ear, making his body ache with desire.
'Yes. Grace?' he stammered. 'I-I was expecting to hear from Fred.' He wondered if something had gone wrong.
'Yes, I know. But I thought it would be better if I called you myself. I think we ought to have a little talk,' she breathed into the phone.
'I, uh, fine,' Tommy managed to say. 'When would be a good time?'
'How about this afternoon, right after school?' Grace asked. 'Fred tells me you don't have a practice on for today – he does, though.'
'Right. And I'm free last period too,' he offered, regaining some of his composure after the shock of hearing her voice instead of the one he had expected.
'Why don't you come by as soon as you can then,' Grace suggested. 'We can have a drink and see how we feel. Okay?'
'Okay! Great,' Tommy replied, his pulse beginning to race as he detected the promise in her voice. 'Say about two-thirty or so?'
'If that's as soon as you can make it, fine with me,' she teased. Then she laughed and added, 'Just don't waste any time with those dikes from the women's physical education department.'
'Don't worry about that,' Tommy put in, feeling bolder by the minute as he heard her expressing her own anticipation and interest. 'I never waste time with women who are duds.'
She laughed again, louder this time. 'I'm sure you don't, lover. See you later.'
'Yeah, later,' Tommy responded, and then they hung up.
It was all he could do to keep his mind on his work until he finished with the last group of students. When they had finally dispersed with the buzzer signaling the end of sixth period, Tommy grabbed up the small bag containing his street clothes without bothering to change from his coaching shorts. He left the office in the gym the way it was, knowing that the custodian would lock up before the day was over and ran to his car in the parking lot.
It was close to three o'clock when Tommy's wife Linda finally decided she needed to talk to somebody. She never expected her husband home before at least four or four-thirty, and she felt she really needed an outlet for her confused feelings before she had to face him again.
After thinking about it, she knew there was only one person who would be willing to listen, and perhaps would have some good advice for her.
Grace Furness.
She hated to do it, even though she liked Grace well enough to become close friends with her. But she had formed an almost instantaneous aversion to Grace's husband Fred, and she felt this would always stand in the way of any intimate contact socially with Grace. Even so, she decided, there just wasn't anybody else she could talk to, and Grace was conveniently nearby – you could see the back windows of the Furness apartment across the courtyard of the condominium.
Without any further hesitation, not even bothering to call first since they lived so close, Linda slipped on her sandals with crepe rubber soles and stepped out of the apartment.
Speaking to the other young wives she encountered on the way, Linda looked at their unconcerned smiling faces and wondered if any of them had gone through the same experiences when they were first married that she was now going through. They all seemed contented and happy, and it was hard for her to believe that they could have had any serious problems. She reluctantly admitted to herself as she waited for the elevator up to the fifth floor that it was possible her difficulties with Tommy were all her own fault.
It seemed impossible, but maybe she was just too darned prudish in her outlook on sex, she reflected. She
