“He laughed. 'Doll, I just wanted to see if you were my type,' he said. 'I don't waste time on girls who only want to do it one way.'
“I believed him because I wanted to believe him. Tony promised to screw me in the right way and in a room. For me this was some kind of big deal. It was as if he were giving me more than I had a right to expect. But, even then, he didn't go through with it. Instead he told all the morons at the factory about me and soon these creeps started hanging around me asking me if I wanted to take a trip to the bushes. Tony thought it was all a big joke.
“I left the factory telling myself that I was too smart for such a dumb job. The real truth was that I couldn't take those hard-up morons who wanted me to go down on them any more. As it turned out it was a good move because I found a better paying job at an office. The employer liked me because I busted my hump trying to make good. I guess I threw all my sexual energies into work that time. With all the frustrations I had some kind of success had to be in my future. By the time I was twenty I was the head of my floor. The girls who worked under me called me a bitch and every other thing but I did get work out of them. I hated them as much as they hated me because I knew that they were all slated to marry while I had to make up my mind to be a career girl.
“I met Arnold at a company dance. He was a short, fat guy none of the girls wanted to dance with so I made myself available to him. I could see that he had his hot eyes on the beautiful and shapely girls but he got stuck with me. When I accepted his invitation to dance he seemed almost grateful that someone had shown him some attention. Well, I could say the same about myself. We were two wallflowers that found one another.
“What Arnold lacked in looks he more than made up for in brains. I could see that he was destined to go places so I hitched myself to his rising star. He did get lazy now and then but I was used to pushing work out of people so part of his rise could be credited to me.
“My family didn't like Arnold much because they measured him against all the good looking guys my sisters married. Still they knew I had few options about marriage material. As a beggar I couldn't be a chooser.
“Arnold got the same reaction from his family when he took me to meet them. People acted as if being homely and dumpy were crimes. Anyhow, once both our families got used to seeing us together we didn't look all that bad.
“Both of us were in our mid-twenties when we married which meant that neither one of us had to suffer the pangs of solitude long. My family had written me off as an old maid so the marriage came as a surprise to them. I had all but written myself off as an old maid, too, but it looked like I wasn't going to suffer that fate after all.
“Arnold was with a construction company driving a tractor at the time of our marriage. He made pretty good money when he got jobs but his kind of work depended on contracts so that he was laid off a lot of times. Money was scarce but I was used to that. When I became pregnant I was afraid I might get stuck in the same poor trap I had come out of and this made me push my husband all the more to get ahead.
“My husband was a strong lover and he had a good-sized dong. Unlike Tony he didn't mind screwing me in the pussy. Arnold told me about his unhappy youth which was much like my own. All his life girls had rejected him because of his looks. It was surprising that we managed to breed very attractive children. At least we knew they wouldn't go through the same hell.
“Life was hard but I had all the love I needed to bear it for the next few years. My husband went from tractor driver to foreman and on to an executive position with the company. All the while our children grew into attractive adults who married and had children of their own.
“When my last child left the house to marry I discovered that I had lots of time and money. Arnold kept suggesting that I go on long trips by myself. He claimed he was too busy to take extended vacations with me. The truth of the matter was he wanted to have more time with his chicks.
“Arnold always did spend much of his time away from home. I took it for granted that he spent it at work. I never dreamed that my husband, my hard-working man, was actually playing around with girls old enough to be his daughters. I found out about Arnold's affairs when I caught him once with a pretty blonde with a wonderful body. He had taken her into the house we shared when he thought I had gone off on a vacation. I had missed the plane and had returned home only to find Arnold in bed with this girl who was barely out of her teens.
“I looked on speechless as she popped out of bed waving her naked ass while my husband just lay there like a frozen statue. Since I wasn't one who kept things bottled up inside myself I let out a scream and slapped the girl around. When my husband tried to break up the cat fight I clawed him across his ugly mug.
“'Dorothy,' he tried to explain, 'it really isn't nothing. She is just some girl.'
“'I can see that!' I screamed back. 'I can see that she isn't a boy!'
“Arnold told me that it was natural for men his age to have affairs. 'After all,' he said, 'you can't expect a man to go through life having only one woman.'
“Well, it seemed that now that my husband was loaded girls flocked to him as they hadn't during his youth. To girls there is no such thing as a rich ugly man. Once a man has money he is a movie idol. There are girls who can take men in any shape and at any age so long as they are willing to pay. The blonde, of course, was just another hooker but she still shook me up. I wondered how many other girls my husband had been fooling around with and he confessed that he had been going to high-priced call girls for years!
“The one thing that had made life bearable for me was the love of my husband and now he told me that I never even had that really. He didn't start chasing other girls until he was past forty but it didn't take him long to make up for all the girls he had missed as a young man.
“After the blonde left and I had calmed down I couldn't blame my husband. I understood him because we were so much alike. After a lifetime of loneliness and of being married to a not-so-pretty woman he had reached a point where he had the money to attract the kind of cunts he had always hungered for. I knew enough not to make him promise to give up these girls. He had worked his ass off all his life and he deserved his fun. Yes, and I deserved my fun, too.
“The next day I went back to the airport and caught a plane. I was sure that Arnold got the blonde back into bed as soon as he realized I had actually taken off this time. So my husband was playing around. Many married men in their forties did the same. I was sure that just as many married women made it with studs, too, and I calmly decided to get me some of that action.
“I went to a resort near the beach. The joint was crawling with prostitutes… of both sexes. Since women were supposed to have the same rights as men I couldn't see what was so wrong about hiring a stud.
“The male whores posed as beach boys, those young men who ran all kinds of errands for guests. I had always been aware of their existence but had never thought about using them until now. I fixed my gaze on one very attractive fellow who was half my age and who posed about the pool in a bikini. I could see that he was more in love with himself than anything else but was willing to allow others to adore him… for a price.
“Gregory was popular with the middle-aged ladies at the resort and I joined the chorus of love-starved women. I got the tanned vision to come into my room on some excuse. He knew what I really wanted and was prepared to go all the way. At the age of fifty I decided to commit adultery for the first time. I didn't feel guilty about it because I knew that my husband had been screwing girls on the side for years.
“As soon as we entered my room and locked the door I made a pass at the young man. I patted his fanny and told him that he had a beautiful tan. 'Are you brown all over?' I wanted to know.
“He gave me a weak smile as if to say that my approach was a corny one. I was sure he had heard dozens of different versions of that line. 'There aren't many places to sunbathe in the nude around here,' he informed me. 'See how little sun I got on my ass.'
“Gregory pulled his trunks down and revealed his pale rear end as if it were the crown jewels. His penis was limp and he had a sandy patch of pubic hair. I took the cock in my hand and played with it. 'How much?' I asked getting directly to the point.
“He made a face. I could see that he wasn't used to this direct question. I suppose male prostitutes and female clients hedged around first about price and I had taken the play away from him with my abrupt question. But I always found directness to be a virtue and I wasn't going to let this pretty-boy take me for a ride. Shit, since I was paying for him I deserved to know how much he expected.
“'Well, we can discuss price later,' he hedged and took his cock out of my hand as if he didn't want me to get any free feels.
“'Let's talk about it now,' I demanded. 'If you don't want me I can find another boy who…'
“'Fifty dollars,' he said suddenly once he realized that I wasn't one of his love-struck old ladies who depended on him alone for sex.
