The older man provided her with the companionship her father had given her, but he did not provide her with the sex she craved. If Thomas had been as virile as one of her studs had been, she would've been happy, but as it turned out, the professor was low-keyed as far as sex went. He probably had avoided marriage until he was forty- two because he was afraid he would not be able to satisfy the demands of a wife. In Pamela he thought he had found a like mind who was as low keyed as he, and was disappointed when she proved to be far more sensual than she appeared.
Benjamin Morse, in his book, MODERN MARRIAGE MANUAL, claims that many undersexed men have a deep fear of not meeting the demands of women, so they usually avoid marriage altogether. Men like Thomas, however, who find that they must have someone to live with, make sure that they pick a mate who doesn't seem to be sexual or demanding. When the professor thought that quiet Pamela filled this bill, he proposed, not knowing that she was quiet only because she had had too many sex affairs as was in seclusion from being hurt again by a new one. It was a case of mistaken identity when the pair met and married.
Pamela, however, wanted to relive her life with her father and so was able to take her husband's lack of sexual attention in stride… to a point. When a young student provided her with the opportunity to express her long- repressed sexual needs, Pamela let herself go. She turned to fellatio instead of fornication out of a belief that oral sex acts did not constitute adultery. Even in her most pressing needs, the woman could not hurt her husband.
The woman also picked fellatio as her form of sexual expression because she wanted to avoid repeating her former bout with near nymphomania since it had brought her so much unhappiness in the end. By mouthing men this time instead of fornicating them, she could feel that history would not repeat itself since she was not repeating the same kind of sexual sessions. In oralism, Pamela thought she found a way to release her longings and yet stay faithful to a man she really loved. When I made it clear to her that fellatio was adultery, Pamela wept. She realized that she had been kidding herself all along.
Today Pamela has made a good adjustment to life and marriage. Once she stopped rationalizing away her guilt about fellatio by claiming it wasn't really adultery, she stopped having lovers. Although her husband hasn't become more passionate, she is willing to accept what love he can give her. While young studs are very virile, none of them have given her what she values even more than sex… the security of an affectionate mature man. Emotionally, the thirty-four year old woman is still a little girl in need of a father despite her many affairs, oral and otherwise.
Chapter Three…
Case History:
Name: Dorothy S.,
Age: 50
Dorothy is a plump woman with bright brown eyes and expensive clothes. She is married to a well-to-do contractor who made her come to see me after discovering her with another man. From the onset she made it clear that she was only seeing me to please her husband and spoke in a crisp and bitter way.
“Arnold thinks I'm crazy because I've had other men. Well, he's had a lot more girls than I've had boys so what the shit is bugging him? But since he's paying for these shrink sessions I'll go along with it. After we're finished I'll get him to see you. Yes, and I'll pay.
“I shouldn't kick about Arnold; he's a good provider if anything. He's not much to look at but he's got a brain. We've been married to one another for twenty-seven years and we're grandparents nine times over so you can see we're not going to jump into a Divorce Court without a damned good excuse. That's the real reason why I'm here in the first place; my husband wants to cure me of making it with other men. He thinks I'm sick. I think he's sick for believing that for a second. Shit, what's so sick about having guys lick your body? I'm sure he's had more than one girl do that to him.
“Look, doctor, I don't want to waste your time probing into my past because I can give you the whole story right now.
“I was one of ten kids and I don't have to tell you we were poor. I can't see why in the hell poor people always insisted on having so many children. When I married I made sure I never had more than three. Anyhow, being one of ten in a poor family didn't make me a living doll. I learned early in life that I had to fight for every bit of affection that came my way. That's why I wound up buying boys in my middle years. Let me explain that-
“You see, I never was a pretty kid and I thought I had really been cheated by life. Being poor was bad enough but did I have to be ugly besides? My sisters were pretty which meant that plain looks didn't run in the family and they found boyfriends to make life worth living. As for me I had to all but throw myself at boys to let them know I was alive.
“Homely girls usually, withdraw into themselves but I wasn't the withdrawn type. Because boys ignored me I spent many a night at home when I should've been at a party or dance someplace. My older sisters married out of poverty using their looks to buy husbands. All of us buy and sell one another like pieces of furniture in one way or another I learned this before I was ten.
“When I got out of high school I went to work in a factory to help support the family. College was out of the question. No one in my family went on to college because we all considered a high school diploma, especially for a girl, something of a prize. Of course that was back when I was a kid. Today a high school diploma is considered to be only a stepping stone on to bigger and better things.
“I didn't go far with my diploma because I found myself working along with morons at the factory. When I looked around me I wondered if it was worth the sweat to go on living. I didn't mind the work or my lousy home so much as I missed the lack of romance in my life. If I had a boy to love me then I could take any crap the world handed out.
“When I saw one of my sisters marry off I made up my mind to have love no matter what. I was dumpy and plain but I was no shrinking violet. I all but made a pass at one twenty year old guy who worked along with me at the factory. His name was Tony and he had the reputation as a skirt-chaser. If it was pussy he was after he could have mine any day.
“Tony wasn't one to turn down an offer from anything so he followed me out of work one day and said, 'Let's take the long way home, kid.'
“He took me into the bushes near the factory and felt up my breasts. It wasn't the most romantic spot in the world but it was better than nothing. When I took off my blouse and bra he rubbed his fingers over my nipples. 'Nice tits,' he said and then had me take off the rest of my clothes.
“There is a lot to the business about a boy not respecting you for giving in too easily. Since I threw myself at Tony lie treated me like a whore. When I was naked he made cracks about my figure and I got mad. 'If you don't like what you see then forget about it,' I told him.
“I was about to put my clothes back on when he told me to take it easy. 'I was only pulling your leg, kid,' he said.
“Tony opened his pants and exposed his cock. It was limp and long. I hadn't even excited the bastard. He started jerking his meat into hardness and I didn't know if it was my figure that turned him off or if it was because he had had too much sex that day already and had run out of steam. At any rate he couldn't get it up. He looked at me in disgust and then told me to French him. 'Maybe I just need a little encouragement from you, doll,' he said.
“I went down on my knees in front of him and took his prick orally. As I mouthed him he started to react. When his dick was big and hard I pulled my mouth away hoping that he would now throw his meat in between my legs. 'Keep going… keep going,' he said excitedly. 'You're doing fine.'
“Well, this was some reaction from the lover, at least, so I went back to Frenching him. He shot his load in my mouth and I spat the stuff out on the ground. I hadn't expected this. I thought he just wanted to make him a bit more harder but, instead, he planned to have me go all the way.
“I was angry and told him off. 'Maybe you're some kind of fruit who can't do it the normal way,' I said.
