“played” with her stepsons. Once she realized that she had actually been committing adultery all along with her husband's boys, she agreed to lock the bedroom door at night.
The woman had come to my office seeking some kind of justification for her acts, but instead I made her face the truth about herself. I advised her to tell Scott and Tracy that the oral orgies were over and that they would have to find sexual outlets somewhere else. I doubted that the boys were the kind to force her into performing sex acts since they had not tried to fornicate her even when she was mouthing them. If they had this much control they were able to restrain themselves further and turn to girls their own age.
Since Scott and Tracy were mature enough to take care of themselves I suggested that Janet ask her husband to go along with him on trips now and then. Danny's absences made the woman center her needs on the only other available males in the house… her stepsons. Today Janet is a much happier woman and the last time I saw her was at a football game. She was up in the announcer's booth with her husband.
Chapter Eight…
Case History:
Name: Margo F.
Age: 45
Margo is small, plump and sad-eyed. Her husband is an accountant and they have four married children. She is a grandmother to seven girls and two boys.
“Imagine me, a grandmother, getting mixed up in a sex affair with another man! At my age I should be settled down but I still have all kinds of urges. Forty-five isn't all that old, I suppose. Maybe I married too young and had too many children too fast. I'm too young to be a grandmother to nine kids.
“I was just eighteen when I married Tony. He was still going to college and we didn't have much to live on. Still, we were happy. What do young people need except love? But, those were the days, as the song goes. Once the babies started coming our love nest became a nursery.
“I love children, I really do. It's just that, when I look back, I wish the Pill had been invented then. I've advised all my children to wait for awhile before they had babies, but you can see how they took my warning. Nine grandchildren! I feel like a hundred years old!
“When my last boy married, my husband said it was time for us to look after ourselves for once. Tony is only a couple of years older than I am but his hair is almost all gray and he has a big paunch. People are surprised when they find out he is under fifty; he looks closer to sixty. This is what work and worry did to him, I suppose.
“I expected life to improve for me once all my kids were married, but it became even duller. At forty-eight Tony thought watching television and drinking beer was a high time. When I tried to get him out of the house he told me that we should act our age. Act our age! That's exactly what I wanted him to do. People in their forties are in the prime of their lives. They don't spend all their leisure in front of television sets.
“Of course, I had much more leisure time than my husband. He had his work, but all I had was a little housecleaning and cooking. After taking care of four lively kids it was simple to take care of one lazy man.
“I went to bingo games in the afternoon to kill time. It really bored me because the halls were always filled with old ladies. I was only middle-aged. I wasn't ready for the rocking chair set.
“When Tony got his vacation I insisted that we go somewhere and do something. He agreed with me on that, at least, and we rented one of these campers just to ride around the country in. With a month off, we had time to see the whole country.
“My husband liked to fish so we headed for some trout streams. I didn't like to fish because it was so boring. Sitting in one spot for hours to get a nibble wasn't my idea of excitement. Tony, however, was in his glory holding a fishing pole with his face to the sun. When a fish did bite he seemed disappointed because now he had to do a little work to reel him in.
“If it wasn't for the fact that I knew how to drive the camper, Tony would've spent all his vacation by a trout stream. When I wanted him to go someplace else I'd pack everything away and start the engine. Tony would finally give in and go to sleep in the camper while I looked for another spot… a lively one, for a change.
“I parked in a trailer camp just to see some new people instead of fishes and trees. There were a lot of people traveling around the country in trailers and campers and not all of them were near the retirement age, either. Retired couples did seem to prefer the open road, though. I thought this was better than waiting to die in a house you've lived in all your life.
“I met Vernon at the trailer camp. He was about forty and her was traveling with his wife, a real bitch. The couple were on a vacation but the man's wife had to be dragged along. She hated the idea of a camper and much preferred a fancy resort. Vernon hold me that Rita, his wife, had her way for the last ten vacations and this time he put his foot down and insisted on renting a camper.
“Vernon worked in a machine shop. He was a big, husky, handsome guy with curly brown hair that didn't have a bit of gray in it. He was on the heavy side but every ounce was pure beef. I couldn't see what Rita had to complain about. I wouldn't mind spending the night with such a specimen of manhood.
“I married as a virgin and Tony had been the only man in my life. At no time did I ever consider adultery during our long marriage… until I had become a grandmother nine times over. When I looked at Vernon I wondered what it would be like to have one last fling before I got too old to care.
“My husband had been a virgin when he married, too, and he never even looked at another woman during our marriage which had to be some kind of compliment to me. At the age of forty-eight he had all but given up caring about sex and was more interested in his job and his comforts and his grandchildren than anything else. When men reach their forties they were supposed to be at a dangerous age, but my husband was as dangerous as a pussy cat. He didn't have the energy to chase a girl even if it were all downhill and the wind was behind him.
“Vernon invited us over to his camper for drinks. It was a tight squeeze for the four of us and not very pleasant with Rita acting so sullen. She didn't even try to be sociable. I was glad to leave the camper and so was my husband.
“'Let's go looking for some fish, Margo,' he pleaded when we got back to our own place.
“We had stayed at the trailer camp long enough. The only reason I had wanted to stay on was for Vernon. We weren't having an affair, but I could see he liked me. I felt sorry for him because he was stuck with such a shrew of a woman. I guess he liked to talk to me because he needed the sound of a friendly female voice.
“That night I walked around the trailer camp while Tony slept. There was a beautiful full moon and the sky was very clear. It was all so romantic with the wind moving through the tree tops and I longed for the warmth and closeness of a man to make it all complete.
“And then I saw Vernon…
“He was standing framed in the doorway of his camper wearing a tight pair of pants and nothing else. His chest was massive and hairy and I could see the outline of his sexual parts. The man was only eight years younger than my husband but he looked so much more vital and alive.
“'Want a drink, Margo?' he offered quietly.
“I wanted to accept but I couldn't bear the thought of meeting Rita again. 'I don't want to disturb your wife,' I told him.
“'She isn't here,' he answered. 'She left an hour ago with some other women for a bingo game in town.'
“Rita would be the bingo type. The idea that she wasn't around and that I had her husband to myself interested me, so I took Vernon up on his offer of a drink. He stepped back when I passed him at the doorway and the thick hairs of his chest brushed against my arm. For some reason I felt very light-headed.
“Vernon closed the door which made the camper very intimate. He poured a couple of drinks and handed me one.
“'I hear you're leaving in the morning,' he said sadly.
“'Yes, my husband is in a fishing mood,' I told him.
“'And what kind of mood are you in?'
