and bra, after which he would have her in the same naked state in which he was presently immersed.
“I came in here to bring a little joy into your life,” Joel smiled.
His wife immediately put down the magazine, looking up at Joel defensively.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“I mean I want to ball with you,” he chuckled. “It’s been quite a little while, baby. Mickey got all the action last weekend.”
“Let’s completely forget about that,” she said sadly.
“Why the hell should we? I thought it was great. We had an opportunity to let ourselves go.”
“I guess you developed quite an admiration for Faye.”
“No more than your admiration for Mickey. But what’s wrong with that? I felt it would be the perfect thing to get you to remove some of your hang-ups. As a matter of fact, I’m still convinced we did the right thing. I’m sorry you’re not.”
“I feel quite the opposite. I’m convinced we were dead wrong about it all. It’s so sinister, so tragic that people would get together and do something like that.”
“What’s wrong with a little swapping? Hell, it’s good for people to change partners every now and then.”
“I don’t agree. We’re in complete disagreement,” she snapped.
“I don’t like to disagree with you, honey. Especially when I’ve got such an enormous hard-on.”
“Take it somewhere else,” she snapped. “And I don’t mean to some other woman.
Can’t you jerk off or something?” ‘What do you mean by that? I want to fuck you. After all, you are my wife.”
“I’m not in the mood. I’m sorry.” 'That’s a hell of a blow to hit a guy with.”
“I haven’t recovered from that terrible ordeal. I can’t even think about sex now. It all seems so dirty to me.”
“Even having sex with your own husband?”
“Especially that,” she nodded.
“And why is that?”
“Because you were the instigator of this whole thing. I’ll bet it was you more than Mickey who dreamed this thing up.”
“I cannot tell a lie,” he replied sharply. “We both had an equal hand in it.”
“I’ll bet.”
“If you don’t want to believe me, that’s your business.” — At that point Joel looked down at his cock. He realized just how fast it was shriveling up. Whereas it had been standing tall and proud just a few moments earlier, the argument with Sheila had completely taken the edge off of him. He lost his erection.
“I guess you’ve taken care of the sex,” he raised his voice belligerently. “You argued me out of it.”
“I think it’s best for both of us.”
“How would you know?”
“Psychologically that’s what we should do. We should just go without it for a little while. That’ll give us time to think. To reflect on how stupid our actions were last weekend.”
“I had a fucking ball,” Joel replied steadfastly. “Faye was a beautiful woman, and you certainly seemed to enjoy it with Mickey.”
“For the time being, I guess I did. I guess a woman can talk herself into enjoying just about anything for a little while. But the more I thought about it, the more I recognized just what a mistake I’d made. I’m not going to become some slut who’s sleeping with every guy in town, even though you might think that it’s the thing to do. That to me isn’t jet-set life. That’s just plain insanity.
“Sorry you don’t see it my way,” Joel said. He was fuming as he walked out of the bed-room.
Joel walked into the bathroom and put his clothes back on, then walked into the living room.
He was so miffed at Sheila that he didn’t even want to sleep with her that evening. He would instead sleep on the couch, something he only resorted to when he was extremely angry.
His frustrations were so acute that he found himself unable to go to sleep.
First he reflected on his wife’s attitude. But then, after those thoughts departed from his mind, he began thinking about Faye once more.
His mind’s eye conjured up her sinuous hips and smooth, jutting breasts. He envisioned himself once more letting his fingers turn themselves loose on her tits while his cock was grinding eagerly inside her mound.
Thoughts of Faye got him so agitated that he knew he had to walk into the bathroom.
Joel locked the door behind him, then sat down on the toilet seat.
While he closed his eyes and envisioned Faye’s beautiful blonde form before him, he reached down with his right hand and tugged earnestly on his cock.
“If I can’t get it one way, I’ll get it another,” Joel told himself.
A few moments later he released the burning juices from his cock. Faye, even in her absence, had done the trick for him.
As he walked back into the living room, lying back down on the couch, he thought about Sheila once more. If she didn’t change her attitude fast, he was going to have to find another outlet for sex.
He wasn’t about to be bowled over by her childish attitude. Not when his sexual demands were that great. After all, he thought, could he help it if he got hard that fast and that often? Or, better yet, could he help it that his wife was that up-tight about the idea of having uninhibited sex?
Again his thoughts turned in the direction of Faye. He wondered just what she was doing at that moment. He contemplated the possibility of Faye rolling in the sheets with her husband, Sand immediately he began to envy Mickey.
Joel recalled how eagerly Faye had put her tongue to work on his cock. He remembered the itchiness he felt in his penis and scrotum as she went to work, driving her tongue with vigorous authority, completely taking charge as she pushed him toward climax. Joel’s thoughts were dominated by Faye.
The following day, when he heard from a member of his pit crew that Mickey had taken a plane to North Carolina, where he would be participating in a race that weekend, Joel find himself asking the obvious question.
“Did Faye go with his?”
“No, she’s staying home this time,” the man said. “She said she’s getting traveling that much. After been getting around lately.”
“That he has.”
Joel made certain that he little early that day. Things enough to where he could cut rare occasions a little tired of all, Mickey has left the track a were going well a few corners on His cock hardened in his trousers just thinking about Faye. The first thing he did was to drive toward a beer bar he frequented a few blocks from the track.
While he sat and sipped his beer, he thought some more about Faye. Even though he badly wanted to call her, he didn’t want to upset his relationship with Sheila any more either. She had been acting downright neurotic, he thought, during the past few days, and he did not want to experience any more domestic problems than what were already manifest.
Soon his instincts won out, and he got up from the stool after taking a long sip of beer, walking toward the telephone at the rear of the building.
He quickly dialed Fay’s number, sucking in his breath. He kept telling himself he was being foolish to feel that intense or nervous, but recognizing the state of his nervousness made him realize just how much Faye did mean to him.
The phone was not answered until the fourth ring.
“Hello,” he heard Faye’s distinctly female voice say.
“Faye? That you?” he began as a matter of formality.
“It certainly is. Who’s that?”
“This is Joel.”
A long pause followed.
“How are you, Joel?”
“Starved for sex.”
