the status of suburbia into the non-status of the waterfront.
Alma selected oral sex as her form of adultery at first because of her fear of becoming pregnant by a strange man. The rape of her girlhood with its pregnancy and abortion had left a deep mark on her personality and thus she was not able to allow her first man to engage in fornication. But, once she discovered that she could give satisfaction with her mouth, Alma was lost to the warped life of the oral adulteress.
I talked to Carl, Alma's husband, and told him of my findings. I pointed out that his wife had suffered from an inferiority complex all her life that had turned her into a masochist which, in turn, made her perform oral sex acts upon men in a low social level.
Once he understood this, he agreed to help Alma feel like an intelligent and wanted woman again who did not have to punish herself by rolling in the pig pens of life and lust.
Chapter Five…
Case History:
Name: Slone B.
Age: 31
Slone is a trim, pretty woman who looks almost ten years younger than her actual age. She is married to a social worker and is the mother of three small children.
“I've never thought of myself as being a very sexual person but, lately, that's just what I've become. I know that women attain the peak of their sexuality in their thirties just as men reach it in their teens. I assume that's why I've become an adulteress in the past few months.
“During my teens I was a rather prim and proper type who rarely dated. When a boy got fresh with me I always put him in his place. I was considered to be a 'good' girl by my parents but a 'pill' to the boys.
“I went through college with my virginity intact which is some kind of achievement in itself. After that I went into social work which was where I met Norman, my husband. Norman was only a few years older and I thought him to be nice even if he wasn't exactly handsome. He seemed to be very serious about his work and put in a lot of overtime. When I asked him why he worked so hard he told me that all he had was an empty room to return to at night and he had to kill time somehow.
“Norman was a very lonely young man and this drew him to me more. I was still living with my parents so I had some kind of family life but he had nothing. When I invited him for dinner one day he seemed so grateful that I felt like crying.
“My mother and father liked Norman and were glad to see that he was such a serious-minded young man and not like the fellows who still acted like kids even though they were in their twenties. In my teens I used to date some of these boys and they all seemed to be just as young as they were then. They were hung up on cars, girls and surfing in that order. Sometimes they would combine all three and load up a car with girls and take off for the beach. The fellows got very tan, muscular and handsome but they weren't the type to depend on for a future. I pitied the girls who ran after them because these young men had no thought of marriage in their empty heads. Norman, however, was the exact opposite. He knew that marriage was a serious business and prepared himself for it. He put most of his money in the bank for the house he hoped to own one day. All those beach bums never saved a dollar in their lives. They spent it as soon as it came.
“Norman didn't propose until he was sure that he had enough for a down payment on the kind of house he wanted along with a lot of new furniture. He even figured my salary into his plans and knew just how much I would make before I had to drop out to have a baby.
“Everything went according to plan. I had my first baby almost to the day he had expected it to come. Since I had to take care of the house and the child Norman worked extra hours to make up for the salary I used to bring in. He didn't seem to mind, though. 'I used to do overtime because I hated to go back to my room,' he told me. 'Now I work overtime so I can have a nice house, wife and baby to come back to at night.'
“As a lover Norman was virile when he wanted to be. After so many years of solitude he really enjoyed sleeping with someone for a change. When he held me in his arms it was as if he wanted to make up for all that he had lacked in life. He confessed to me that he had gone to prostitutes, though, before we were married. 'I just had to let go sometimes,' he said. 'It wasn't anything serious. Those women were simply outlets and nothing more. I'm glad now I don't need to return to them.'
“Just because a man is quiet, studious and hard-working doesn't mean he is not interested in sex. Norman was a man like any other and had to have a woman now and then during his bachelorhood. I didn't get angry over his trips to a house of prostitution. He was twenty-four when he married me and I could hardly expect him to come to the wedding night a virgin.
“I, needless to say, did marry as a virgin. Norman knew this and so was very considerate with me. He didn't push himself on to me and aroused me first by rubbing my breasts and vagina with his hands. Then he placed his body on top of mine and inched his stiff penis into my cleft slowly. He pushed the entire length of his sex organ into me and began to pump. My nipples grew to hard points and my vagina felt as if it were on fire. Although Norman didn't look it he was a very passionate man.
“My husband made the bed squeal with his thrusting movements and I was afraid that the other guests at the honeymoon hotel would hear it and know what was going on. In the middle of my first sex experience I thought of appearances, that's how proper I was then.
“Norman stopped moving and had an orgasm. His warm semen filled my body and both of us breathed hard. As it turned out Norman made me pregnant on our honeymoon and I wouldn't be surprised if my first baby came with his first load of sperm.
“As a boy Norman never did have much of a family and he was sent from relative to relative until he became old enough to go out on his own. He told me that he wanted to have a real family of his own and that's why he was delighted when the babies came at the rate of one every second year for the first six years of our marriage. Soon I was up to my arm pits in diapers and toddlers clothes. I didn't complain, though, because I had become a woman. No one could call me a 'pill' now… not after having three children in six years.
“Norman checked his finances and discovered that we couldn't afford another child right away so I started to buy birth control pills. Now I could really enjoy sex without having to worry about becoming pregnant. While my husband continued to have sex with me he never tried anything different…you know… orally or anally. When I tried to force the issue and lick his penis one night he seemed shocked. 'You shouldn't do that, Slone,' he told me. 'Only whores do that.'
“I was even more shocked than he was by his attitude. I always had the idea that men liked all kinds of sex but Norman only wanted to do it one way. It was true that he was virile but he was also very dull.
“I never did try to attempt anything different after that in bed. It had taken me six years to work up to a point where I thought he would accept such an overture. Norman had never tried oral sex on me, I had always figured, because he was just too considerate of my feelings. Now I realized that he thought fellatio and cunnilingus to be perversions that only prostitutes engaged in. I was sure that those bachelor trips to the bordello had something to do with this belief. He probably had had these women perform oral acts upon him and then he felt guilty about it afterwards. There were some parts of my husband's life that were a closed book.
“The older I got the more sensual I became. As a girl I had very little interest in sex and now I wanted more and more of it. When I looked at my three children growing up I felt that life was passing me by. Sex was just a device in which to bring children into the world for me. I now envied those girls who traveled with those beach bums. Some of them had married and divorced and others were living with lovers. Had I been right in marrying a good, hard-working square like Norman who limited sex to straight fornication alone?
“My husband seemed more concerned about his job, the house, the children than in me. In his thirties he was already acting like an old man. He worried about everything and was uncomfortable at parties. When he told me that it would be a good idea to rent one of the rooms to make some extra money I went along with him not knowing what I was going to let myself in for.
