Guide to Oral Adultery

Chapter One…

CASE HISTORY:

Name: Ellen H.

Age: 29

Ellen is a very attractive young woman with black hair and blue eyes. She has been married to a stock broker for seven years but only recently has had extra-marital relations. Out of a desperate need to save her marriage, she came to me seeking professional help.

“I don't know what's wrong with me, doctor. For seven years I've been happy with William and now, suddenly, I've been having these affairs. Remember a play about adultery called THE SEVEN YEAR ITCH? Maybe that's what I have. According to the play, the seventh year of a marriage is a dangerous one because that's when couples wonder infidelity is all it is cracked up to be and start looking around for someone else to satisfy their sexual itch. Well, this must be true because here I am in the office of a psychologist for the first time in my life.

“My husband is exactly my age and very loving so you can't say that I've gone after other men because of neglect. If anything, William is OVERLY affectionate. There are few nights that he doesn't try something with me. If he can't get an erection he uses his mouth. Since neither one of us draws the line at French love, we have many ways in which to enjoy ourselves. People who just have straight sex must have awfully dull lives.

“I used to think that I had no sexual hang-ups until recently. My parents were not prudes and understood that sex was an important part of life, so I wasn't exactly repressed. They didn't give me a license to go out and screw any boy I wanted, though. They were still old-fashioned enough to feel that girls should go to their marriage bed with their virginity intact.

“As the only girl in a family of five boys, my virginity was well protected. My parents accepted the fact that boys were freer to sow their wild oats than I was and so looked the other way when they came in about dawn with sheepish expressions on their faces. While my mother scolded them a bit about their late hours, my father seemed proud that they were demonstrating their virility. There were no faggots in his brood of young studs.

“Two of my brothers were older and two of them were younger than I was, so I had ample opportunity to see the male libido in action at all ages. When I was fourteen, I heard my two older brothers talking about their affairs with girls. As I listened in the dark and quiet of my bedroom, I used to masturbate thrusting my fingers in and out of my vagina. My brothers spoke of sex quite candidly as teenaged boys do, and their rough talk excited me. I sometimes thought that they were just telling one another lies but I later learned through girls at school, that my brothers were pretty advanced for their ages. How I envied them their freedom. How I wished I had a penis instead of a slit between my legs.

“Is this what you doctors call penis-envy? I suppose every girl has it at one time or another in her life. A penis seems such a handy tool.. if you'll excuse the pun. With a tube of flesh, a person could screw through the world without a care but a slit is another matter. Girls had the fear of pregnancy hanging over their heads. In those days, before the Pill, out-of-wedlock babies were common and there wasn't a semester at school that didn't go by without at least one girl dropping out because she started to show the results of five minutes of passion in a parked car. It was little wonder my parents held me in tighter check then they did the boys. This irked me no end because I was aware of the double standard that said boys had a right to more sexual freedom than did girls.

“When I was fifteen I had a very close brush with sex for the first time. A boy, a friend of my brothers, invited me into his finished basement for fun and games. I thought he meant childish sports like throwing darts or ping pong, but Harry was seventeen and at the peak of his manly powers.

“As soon as we were alone he showed me some pictures excitedly. They were all pornographic. I've heard rumors to the effect that females are not supposed to be aroused by sex pictures as are males, but my heart pounded wildly when I saw the still shots of naked men and women in all sorts of poses. I still remember the first one. It was a close up of a woman sucking on an erected male organ.

“Harry slid his hands over my body. When he pressed against my rear I felt his own dick in a state of erection. 'Like the pictures, Ellen?' he breathed hotly. 'Wouldn't you love to have some fun like that?'

“I knew I should have thrown the pornographic pictures on the floor and stormed out of the house, but, erotic that I was, I stood there with the boy's stiff dong against my butts as I thumbed through still after still. This encouraged the guy and he grabbed at the crotch of my slacks. 'Let me see you naked, Ellen,' he said with a tight voice.

“NAKED. The word thrilled me. In my daydreams about sex I always wondered what it would be like to be naked with a naked boy. I recalled all the times I screwed myself with my index finger trying to imagine that I was being fornicated by a boy. Harry's offer so took me by surprise that I didn't move. Again he took my silence for consent and he zipped his fly open. 'Ellen,' he said softly when he was exposed.

“I turned around and saw a bared prick for the first time. It seemed very large and pink. Harry was seventeen and almost a man sexually. He took one of my hands and placed it on that upright pole of flesh. I trembled. This was the piece of meat that got so many girls into trouble. Fears of pregnancy swept through my head. 'I… I don't want to,' I managed to say.

“'It doesn't hurt,' the boy claimed. 'Ill be careful.'

“My hand seemed welded to his hard prick and I just couldn't break contact with it. How warm and alive it felt in my hand! 'A baby,' I gasped. 'I don't want to get into trouble.'

“'Then go down on me,' he all but begged.

“'Go down?' I wondered, repeating his plea.

“Then Harry told me what the phrase meant in short, crude words. He wanted me to mouth him just like the girl did in a pornographic still. For some reason his suggestion revolted me and I let go of his penis as if it were a red-hot rod of iron. I ran out of the house and kept running until I reached my own room. I locked the door as if attempting to lock out my own thoughts. Harry's sexual pass excited me and I stripped off all my clothes. I stood in front of the mirror and gazed at my blossoming body. My breasts were high, firm and conical and there was a thick covering of hair over my vagina. I was almost a woman as Harry was almost a man. I was as ready for sex as he was. I cursed myself for not giving in. All I would have had to do was to kneel in front of him and experience would have been mine.

“I slipped my index finger into my cleft and played with my clitoris. My vagina became very warm and moist. I closed my eyes and thought of that first stag picture I had seen of the woman 'going down' on a man. Suddenly I took the finger out of my sex opening and started to suck on it. I tasted my own body but I imagined I was tasting male flesh. Harry…his pink, hard dick…

“My daydreams now turned to fellatio instead of fornication. With four brothers in the house I didn't have to strain my imagination, either. Now and then I would come upon one of them leaving the shower naked with his penis swinging. I had the idea that they sometimes exposed themselves to me on purpose but I wasn't about to complain. My penis-envy grew. Male sex organs seemed to be so much more attractive then feminine slits. A man could also have sex casually without the fear of losing his shape and his reputation. I cursed the Fate that made me a girl instead of a boy.

“As I grew older, I began to enjoy being a girl, as the song goes. My penis-envy submerged as I went clothes-happy. Girls had much more freedom in dress than boys had, at least, and I bought one beautiful outfit after another. I didn't lack for male companionship and, as unattractive as I thought my vagina to be, it was frantically sought after by men and boys alike.

“Although I was tempted to give in many times to the demands of my boyfriends, I still remained a virgin until I was twenty-two. In this age of sexual freedom this makes me something of an oddity, I suppose, but I did hit the wedding bed sheets intact.

“William, my husband, didn't come to the wedding night a virgin because he had confessed to me, BRAGGED-I should say, before we married about all his affairs. It seems that he had been sexually active since he was sixteen when he took a trip to a cathouse, as he called it. If there had been a similar place for girls, I may have gone to one myself. How easy it was for boys to have said. All they had to do was scrape five or ten bucks together and they could buy themselves an experience.

“Once William gained confidence in himself and his ability as a man, he free lanced his way through women and girls with that staff of life. When I asked him if he ever wondered if he had impregnated one of them or not, he seemed grossly indifferent. 'I figure that any girl I fuck knows enough to take care of herself,' was his casual answer.

“For all I knew my young groom had fathered dozens of bastards, but I tried to pretend that he had been lucky and had met only those girls who were able to protect themselves.

“William more than made up for all the sex I had missed during my growing up period. Although I was a virgin on my wedding night, I had no fears about sex. I was only too ready to become a woman in every way. When I stripped off my clothes, I stood in front of a naked man in the nude for the first time, with my rose-red nipples stiff and pointy with sheet lust. William's flesh was also stiff and pointy. His penis was large and hard and, for the second time in my life, I grabbed a male sex organ.

“William pressed me against the bed and rubbed one of his hands over my pubic area. He didn't want to penetrate me right away, feeling that he had to arouse me first. I was already more than aroused but I let him engage in all the foreplay he wanted. It was his wedding night as well as mine and he, after all, was the more experienced.

“My groom licked both of my breasts and sucked each nipple. As his mouth worked on me, that stag picture of years ago flashed in my mind. Now that I had a man of my own-legally-I had the opportunity to indulge myself orally as well as in the straight way. I knew that William had nothing against oral sex and I had the strong urge to go down on him right then and there. How many virgin brides fellated their husbands before they were broken into?

“I didn't want William to think that I had had a wild sex life before marriage, so I resisted the impulse. As much as I wanted to be active, I remained passive as a good bride should while my husband sucked my nipples. For a moment I thought he was going to perform cunnilingus on me when he ran the tip of his tongue down to my belly button. But William finally mounted me and I felt the hard, smooth head of his dick probing against my vagina.

“He was a sure and careful lover and slid his pole of flesh into my body with controlled passion. It went in one inch then another. I moaned in a mixture of delight and pain. His penis pushed through my girlhood and into my womanhood. I felt my virginal blood rise warm and moist and William began his thrusting motions. Sex… at last.

“My husband rammed his meat into me with increasing fury. He wasn't losing control, but simply opening up more and getting into high gear sexually. My entire body tingled with excitement and my nipples were like little erected dicks themselves as they punched up against William's hairy chest. He kept pumping away with virile gusto and I dug my fingers into his back. Then he had an orgasm. His fluid shot into my body and I cried out with joy. I was a woman!

“William didn't try oralism until the fourth night of the honeymoon. I suppose he thought I would object to any such overtures in the opening hours of our marriage and so desisted until he realized I was anxious for fuller experiences in love-making. It began when he sucked my nipples and then ran his tongue down to my belly button.

This time he didn't stop there and went on to my pubic patch. He licked my sexual hair and then probed into my cleft with his tongue. William was an expert at cunnilingus and he knew just where to touch me. When the tip of his tongue swept over my clitoris I pushed my body up against his face in excitement. Once William realized I had no objections to French love he went into high gear again and sucked wildly. He slipped his hands under my butt, and as he mouthed me he slipped one of his fingers into my anal passage. I wondered just how many other girls he had loved in this way and was jealous. My old penis-envy made itself known again.

“I brushed my foot against my husband's erected sex organ as he mouthed and fingered me. As I stared at his sexual meat I had the urge to fellate him for the first time. William seemed to sense my desire, old lecher that he was, and turned his body around so that we were now in the '69' position of genitals against mouths. Without hesitation I took my husband's stiff staff orally as if I had been doing it for years. Once more that stag picture flashed in my mind. I had missed the opportunity to French a boy when I was a teenager, but now, as a married woman, I could safely enjoy the oral sex.

“William's tube of meat was so long and large that I could not take it all in even though I all but choked on it. I slid my mouth up and down along his organ as he chewed on my pubic area. My husband groaned a bit and then shot his sperm. I had all but forgotten about this part of fellatio.

“When the male juice filled my mouth I drew back for a moment in shock. Then, after swallowing, I continued to mouth my husband until he poured all his sperm into me. I kept fellating him until his tube of flesh grew small and limp once more. When I broke contact William sat up in bed and smiled. 'You mean you've never had any sex before we married?' he smiled.

“I told him about that brief moment with a boy in a basement and I wasn't sure if he believed me or not. In a way, this was a compliment to my sexual ability since I had mouthed him to utter satisfaction even though it was my first attempt at French love.

“Life and love were good to us and we prospered. I never became pregnant but neither of us minded that much. We were free to travel anytime we wished and became jet-setters. I didn't know if William was sterile or if I was the one who was barren, but it didn't seem to matter because we enjoyed life without the burden of children. We talked about adopting babies now and then but nothing really came of it. In our hearts we knew that we didn't want them.

“I gave my husband all the sex he wanted so he didn't have to stray. But William came down with a case of the Seven Year Itch in the third year of our marriage. Having always been excessively active with women he felt hemmed in with only one of them.

“You might call us a 'modern' couple because my husband didn't bother to hide his extra-marital affairs. 'Variety is the spice of life, Ellen,' he told me.

“I couldn't say that I remained married to him because of the children because there simply weren't any. Divorce, oddly enough, seemed to be no answer to my husband's adulteries. I still loved him and he loved me, but he wasn't ready to concentrate all his sexual energies in one direction alone. I suppose it was a compliment to me that he gave me three whole years of his life in the first place.

“As much as I loved my husband I developed a streak of hate against him. He could have sexual relations so casually without fear or guilt. All he had to do was whip out that meat of his and ram it into any hole he wished while I had to be more discrete.

“I considered adultery the moment I heard about my husband's affairs, but, somehow, I couldn't permit myself the pleasure of other men's company. I had been a good girl before I married and twenty-two years of purity could not be dismissed so lightly. It was only after William's adulteries got to be so common that I decided to get into the game myself.

“I was twenty-nine and had been married for seven years before I had my first illegal affair. I was at a party with William and, as usual, he flirted with every female under the age of fifty. A busty blonde who was still in her teens flirted back. 'I may be late coming home tonight, dear,' William whispered to me and took off after this latest bit of fluff.

“I knew that William would not show up until after dawn and he expected me to go home alone. By now I knew his routine. I watched him make eyes at a girl who was a full decade younger than he was and burned. As he neared middle-age he still felt no compunction against chasing teenaged girls. But he was a male, after all, and males could chase girls of all ages no matter how old they got themselves. As a woman pushing thirty it would be unseemly for me to chase teenaged boys. If there had been a nineteen year old kid at the party I would've flirted with him just to spite my husband.

“After a few drinks the idea of shacking up with another man became more acceptable to me. When I saw William leave the party with the blonde I made up my mind to have another man for the first time in our marriage.

“My eyes fell upon a guy in his thirties. He was very good looking and had arrived at the party stag. His name was Alvin and I knew him slightly as a recent divorcee. This, to me, made him fair enough game. As anxious as I was to commit adultery I wanted to do it with a single man.

“I was just drunk enough to be obvious. Alvin could see that I was an easy lay and invited me outside. We grabbed a cab and were inside his apartment moments later. As soon as the door closed he pawed my body and started to take off my clothes. 'I saw William leave with that blonde,' he whispered. 'He must be crazy to turn down steak for hamburger.'

“I'm kind of stale steak,' I told him, 'I'm pushing thirty.'

“'I'm pushing forty!' Alvin answered, 'You're a kid to me.'

“Yes, I thought, but you're a man and men could free lance through fields of women until they can't get their staffs up anymore.

“My heart pounded wildly as Alvin pulled off my bra and massaged my breasts. I felt like a fifteen year old girl again in the basement with that boy with the stag pictures. William was right about variety being the spice of life. There was nothing like a new man to make love seem fresh again.

“Alvin stopped playing with my breasts and began to remove his clothes hurriedly. When he was naked I looked at his trim body and his erect penis. I was almost thirty, yet this was the third penis I had ever seen in my life. Somehow I felt cheated. My husband, that boy of years ago and Alvin all had seen breasts and vaginas by the hundreds. I was just another woman to the fellow I had picked up at the party, but he was a full third of the men in my life.

“'Okay, Ellen,' he smiled, 'Let's go to the bedroom.'

“As much as I wanted him I hated the way he was being so casual. It was as if he was taking me for granted. I was 'sure ass', to put it in masculine terms, something he could brag about the next day over a poker table.

“'I don't want to go to bed,' I told him just to bring the man up short.

“Alvin pressed against me. I felt his stiff dick slide up along my pubic triangle. He grabbed my buttocks. 'I'll screw you anywhere you want, baby,' he said thickly.

“Again he was only too sure of himself. 'I don't want to screw,' I told him. When his leering expression changed to one of disappointment I felt happy.

“'You a cock-teaser or something, Ellen?' he complained. 'You like to lead guys on only to slam the door?'

“I wanted Alvin badly enough, but somehow I just couldn't allow him to go all the way with me. I wanted to be the one to call the sexual shots and not submit myself to a male ego. And then I knew one way to resolve the situation. I slipped to my knees.

“'Oh, baby!' Alvin sighed with relief and lust, 'You want to do it that way? Go right ahead!'

“His erect manhood was thick and powerful with a clump of reddish hair at the base. His testicles were taut, hairy balls and I licked them. The man quivered under my oral touch. I ran the tip of my tongue up along the seven-inch length of his erected tube slowly until my lips found the shiny head of the organ.

“'Ellen, oh, Ellen!' the man all but cried with passion.

“He placed his hands on my head as if to push me forward to complete the act of fellatio, but I didn t want to be rushed. I wanted to show him that I was seducing him and he wasn't seducing me. I nibbled on the head of his sex organ until he pleaded with me to go easy.

“'Maybe I'll bite your damn thing off!' I told him and then plunged my open mouth down.

“As I fellated him I worked my teeth on his meat knowing that I was hurting the man. Alvin didn't want to complain because he wanted the pleasure so much that he was willing enough to endure the pain. I clutched at his rump hard and fingered his anus. Alvin groaned again at this display of sex. It was obvious that he hadn't expected such an onslaught from a woman he only intended to screw.

“I ran my mouth up and down Alvin's impressive sex organ. While he was slimmer and shorted than my husband, he was better endowed. Alvin pressed his hands against the back of my head and held me against his body when he started to come. As I swallowed he kept moaning with ecstasy. When his warm juice filled me I moaned along with him. I kept sucking until he was drained. When his flesh went limp I still hung on. I experienced a keen feeling of power over the man. His most valued possession was flapping helplessly between my teeth. All I would have to do was to bring my teeth h together…

“'Ow!' Alvin screamed.

“He pushed my face away roughly and examined his damp digit. I had, in a daze of alcohol and sex, almost bitten his dear dick in half! I knelt on the floor with my butt against my heels as I watched Alvin stroke his penis soothingly. 'What the hell are you, some kind of nut?' he cried. “'Sorry, I guess I just lost my head,' I smiled sweetly.

“Alvin wasn't in the mood for more fun and games after that and I dressed. When I got home I went directly to bed and fell fast asleep. Usually I turned and tossed when my husband was out on one of his affairs, but this time it didn't bother me to know he was screwing around.

“I told William about leaving the party with Alvin and claimed we had had straight sex along with the French kind. Somehow adultery didn't seem to be adultery when it was restricted to the oral level. My husband tried to pretend that he was tolerant of my wanderings and insisted that he had wanted me to take up with other men all along.

“'After all,' he said without much conviction, 'If I have other women, you should have other men.'

“As much as William tried to play the role of 'modern' husband I knew that it galled him to realize that his wife wasn't all that dependent on him for sexual pleasure. For once I had the upper hand in the war between the sexes.

“The next time we went to a party William kept an eye on me instead of me keeping an eye on him. It was a wonderful change of pace. To prove that I was a woman of passion I made a point of flirting with a fellow I had never met before. He was about my age and his name was George. I didn't ask if he was married or not because I didn't want to know. As long as he was willing to leave me, that was enough.

“For the first time I was the one to leave with a new love instead of my husband. George wasn't exactly my type, but he served his purpose. He was crude and grabby. As soon as we got into the elevator he started feeling up my boobs. Another male who thought he could have women casually and at his leisure. I was tempted to drop him somewhere but then I thought of how I made Alvin suffer. Sex could be a weapon as well as an instrument of love.

“George took me for a ride in his car and parked in a lover's lane. This told me that he was either too cheap to rent a room or so anxious for sex that he couldn't wait.

“'I'm nuts about you,' he sighed and started to climb all over me.

“He unzipped his pants and out popped his sex organ. I took hold of his meat and started to pull on it.

“'Honey, don't jerk me off,' he said, 'I don't want to waste my stuff.'

“'You won't waste it,' I told him, and leaned forward. When my mouth covered his dick he sucked in his breath sharply. The fellow simply hadn't been prepared for such an overture. Like all men, he thought that a woman had to be urged into oral sex.

“George patted my hair as I fellated him. He kept cooing sweet nothings and seemed contented to have my mouth on him instead of my vagina. Perhaps he even preferred it that way. When he pressed his hands against the back of my head I knew that he was about to climax. Like Alvin he didn't want me to break contact just as he spewed. He didn't want to 'waste his stuff'.

“His flow was a strong and salty one. I didn't know much about George's love life, but he seemed to have built up this load over many days of celibacy. He grunted in a pig-like fashion as he released himself. Once he shot out his last drop I started biting. At first he didn't seem to mind, but, once I started to hurt, he became uneasy.

“'Okay, honey,' he breathed, That's enough.'

“For an answer I brought my teeth even closer together.

“'Hey! Cut it out!' George cried and pulled my head up, forcing me to break contact.

“He looked at me in surprise. 'Are you a cannibal?' he wanted to know.

“'Yes,' I told him, 'I am a man-eater.'

“I grabbed his now limp sex organ and bent down again. But the fellow didn't want to have anything more to do with me and zipped his prize shut. He dropped me off at my apartment where, to my delight, I found William… alone. He hadn't made out.

“He wanted to know all about the fellow I had left with and I became evasive.

“'William, I don't expect you to tell me all about your affairs, do I?'

“The poor man burned but tried to play it cool. My husband, with typical male ego, hated the idea that another man could satisfy his wife. Just to tease him I hinted that George was built along the order of King Kong. Men have a fetish about penis size; when they hear that some other fellow is excessively endowed it makes them feel small and impotent.

“After George there was John… and then Donald… and then…. Well, why go on, doctor? I've committed adultery with at least a dozen men, and all of them orally. Alvin asked me once if I were some kind of nut and I guess that's why I'm here. I must be at least a little mad. While I don't think adultery is some kind of madness, I do believe there must be something wrong with a woman who only fellates lovers and never fornicates them. I've tried to have sex in the straight way with these men, but something always holds me back. I just have to mouth them and bite their sex_ organs until they beg me to stop. I would like to stop. Can you help me, doctor?

DIAGNOSIS:

Ellen grew up resenting the freedom males have in the sexual area. As the only girl in a family of four brothers she became well aware that there was a double standard that restricted sexual expression amongst girls while allowing boys much wider license. She resents the fact that she had to remain a virgin for twenty-two years while her husband enjoyed total sexual freedom since the age of sixteen. Ellen does indeed suffer from penis-envy and this resentment of males found an outlet via fellatio. It isn't love that drives Ellen to mouth penises but hate. When she bites men sexually she is expressing a secret wish to render them impotent, to place them on her feminine level where they would not have male members but vaginas instead. To cure herself of penis-envy Ellen is trying to destroy the sex organs she will never have.

Franklin Klaf, in his book, “Nymphomania", claims that women who appear to be man lovers basically resent men for their enjoyment of the double sexual standard and therefore try to ape them by taking affairs casually and in great numbers. Ellen would not have turned to oral adultery if her husband had been faithful to her. But when William started to show off his extra-marital affairs, Ellen's submerged envy against men broke to the surface. Even then it took her four years before she acted upon her feelings because she is really a moral woman who cannot take a lover with ease. When Ellen finally did have another man for the first time in her marriage she could only accept him on an oral basis. By fellating instead of fornicating she could have the illusion that she wasn't really an adulteress. But Ellen found fellatio a way to control men and to completely dominate a penis. By having a male sex organ orally she gloried in the knowledge that she could castrate a man simply by bringing her teeth together. Ellen will never actually do this, of course, but the feeling of power alone is enough to satisfy her long-buried longings and resentment of men.

In every case of oral adultery Ellen found her men at parties. At no time was she ever completely sober when she performed sex acts upon these pick-ups. William Robie, in his study, “Sex And Life", states that women who must be primed with alcohol first before they allow themselves to have sex with men other than their husbands really desire a lasting marriage rather than a large number of lovers. This is true in Ellen's case. She only started having lovers when it was obvious that her husband would not stop having other girls. Ellen takes on lovers just to spite her husband and to show him that she, like him, can always find sex elsewhere.

Why can't Ellen bring herself to have 'straight' sex with the men she picks up at parties? One of the reasons is that she is afraid that she and not her husband is really fertile. Ellen enjoys her jet set life too much to take on the burden of an unwanted child. If she doesn't care to have a child by her husband she certainly will not be able to accept one by a stranger. It is true that Ellen can take precautions but her urge to have 'straight' sex with men other than her husband isn't all that strong. Her adulterous drive is completely oral.

When I pointed out my findings to the young woman she readily agreed with me that her oralism had its root in hate rather than love. Once she realized her problem she still had to solve it. The only way Ellen could ever really be happy was through a faithful marriage, but this could not be accomplished. William still insisted upon having affairs with other women, and Ellen, in revenge, went on having affairs… all oral… with other men.

A psychologist is not a judge or a policeman, and I could only show Ellen the cause of her problem and tell her how to solve it. Today this young, attractive woman is still picking up strange men at parties and fellating them, but at least she knows why and this, at least, is the beginning of a cure for her oral adulteries.