Guide to Oral Adultery

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“Homely girls usually, withdraw into themselves but I wasn't the withdrawn type.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.

“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.

“Fifty. My husband paid as much as a hundred a night for his call girls. I told the guy he had better be good for that price and he gave me another of his weak, annoyed smiles. Gregory was a beauty physically but he was really nothing inside. The bastard had probably been spoiled so much by women all his life that he took the female sex for granted.

“I took off my clothes and the son-of-a-bitch didn't even look at me when I was naked. This galled me no end. The least he could've done was flash me a leer. Of course I knew that I wasn't exactly the type to turn men on. I hadn't been attractive as a girl and age hadn't improved my looks.

“When I slipped next to the nude young man on top of the bed he took his prick in his hand and started to pull on it. My annoyance grew. I wasn't going to give him fifty bucks for jerking off!

“'I… I've had other commitments,' Gregory explained nervously. Commitments, that was a polite way of saying cunts.

“'Let me pull on that thing,' I said and grabbed his meat.

“Gregory lay back on the bed like a woman and allowed me to jerk his cock into hardness. As it started to swell he spread his legs wide, showing off. 'Why not take it in your mouth?' he asked. 'You can get it harder that way.'

“I was about to lean over to such when something stopped me. I then thought of Tony, that stud from the factory. He had made the same demand. 'I suppose you want to come in my mouth,' I said.

“'If that's what you want,' he answered coyly.

“The bastard! Like Tony he had an aversion to my body and wanted a French job to complete the sex act. Things hadn't changed much. Boys still avoided loving me. Well, there was one thing that did change and that was the fact that now I could call the sexual shots. I let go of the stud's prick and rolled over on my back. 'How about you going down on me instead?' I asked, glaring into his cold eyes.

“Gregory jumped slightly. I suppose he wasn't used to having his clients make such demands. He didn't seem to care much for my offer and I watched his prick soften once more after all the hard work we had put in to make it stiff.

“This time I was the one to spread my legs and grin. Gregory lay on his side and placed a hand on one of my breasts. He started licking the nipple. If he had an idea that this was going to be the Frenching I had bought he was sadly mistaken. The bastard was going to put those rosy lips of his against my pussy and lap inside me with his tongue if he expected to leave the room fifty bucks richer.

“I liked the way he sucked on my nipple, though. As he mouthed me he reached down to my slit and stuck a finger inside. He found my clit and excitement began to well up in me.

“I slipped my hands over his tanned and muscular back. He was really very beautiful. But, compared to my husband, anyone would be beautiful. The more I saw of the stud the more I understood Arnold. After sleeping with me for so many years he just had to get him some pretty meat.

“Gregory licked my breasts and sucked each nipple until they were sticking up like a couple of baby cocks. To my disappointment his own cock lay limp. Although he was exciting me I wasn't doing a thing to him. Well, I was sure that my husband hardly turned on those little whores of his, either.

“The stud reached my thighs with his mouth. He ran his tongue all over them as if building up courage to press his mouth against my half-century old vagina. Finally he licked my bush and then pressed his lips against my opening. 'Lick all the way in, doll,' I all but ordered. 'I want a complete job.'

“The nude man sighed and spread the lips of my sexual cleft apart. He was no novice at going down on women and knew just how to use his tongue. He whipped it across my clitoris and triggered spasms of passions inside my body. I massaged his bobbing head with my fingertips and moaned aloud. 'More… more,' I urged.

“Gregory seemed pleased by my reaction and his dick began to swell with pride as he shoved his face in between my legs. I pressed my inner thighs against his smooth cheeks as he gave me the best French job I had ever enjoyed.

“'Are there any other boys like you around here?' I asked after he was finished.

“'Yes, but I can take care of you,' he told me.

“Now that he could see that I was good for a fifty he wanted to be my exclusive serviceman. I couldn't see the point in that. My husband didn't restrict himself to just one girl so why should I have only one stud?

“The gigolo-beach boys had their own grapevine and I was soon pegged as a bit of a nut because I never wanted a straight fuck. Well, that isn't exactly right; I did want to be laid in the normal way but I also wanted to make it harder for these boys. If they didn't like the idea of throwing their meat into me I could just imagine how they felt about mouthing my pussy.

“At fifty bucks a shot my money didn't last long at the resort but it was still the best vacation I ever had. During my stay I had seven different studs French me and I was certain that my husband couldn't say as much about the girls he messed with.

“I wanted to brag about my adventures when I got home but I wanted to make my husband feel guilty about being caught with a girl. If I told him about Gregory and the others he would stop feeling guilty and he would be off the hook. As it was he always tried to make up to me by not complaining about the amounts of cash I drew from our joint account and of the trips I kept going on.

“Through my call boys I learned of other places where women could enjoy stud service. The next place I went to was less than eighty miles away from my front door. It was supposed to be a 'health farm' where women went to lose weight. Instead of beach boys the place had masseurs who doubled as whores. On my first night there I asked one of these masseurs to come to my room to do his duty. In came this big, hairy guy wearing tight pants and a tee shirt. He was in his late twenties which meant he could be my son. Frank rubbed my naked body with his strong hands. He really did know how to give massages. Frank spread my buttocks apart and spent a lot of time rubbing my ass. Then he slapped my can and told me to roll over. When I did I could see that his prick had grown stiff and it bulged his crotch. I placed a foot against it. 'I see you like your work,' I told him.

“This was all he needed to go into his pitch. 'I do more than massage,' he said and opened his fly.

“His dick was big and healthy. I flicked my foot against it and the man got ready to mount me as if I had already asked for a screw. He was a handsome stud but I didn't like the way he took me for granted. Just as he was about to push his dick into me I said, 'French me.'

“He stopped as if struck by a bullet. 'You don't want it straight?' he asked in a surprised tone.

“'Not today,' I told him. “Frank seemed unhappy about not going through with the screwing and he turned his face towards my hairy patch. Down went his mouth and, like Gregory, he knew how to make oral love. “I kept on having young men mouth me and I always got a kick out of the way they reacted to my demands. I was the first woman who ever wanted French jobs and nothing else. Every other broad was only too happy to have a guy ram his meat in between their legs. I was just as sex-hungry but I had different needs. There was something about having a handsome guy go down on me that thrilled my entire being.

“My husband went on staying out late and he always pretended that he was working even though I knew he was plowing into some new cutie. I was dying to tell him about my loves. I wanted to show him that two could play the same game. But, like all men, he thought that prostitute-chasing was strictly a male occupation. The only men who thought otherwise were the studs who sold their bodies to females.

“After a while I got careless and made the mistake of bringing studs home. My husband caught me with a cute lad of twenty and blew his stack. It was a repeat of that scene we had together in the bedroom except our roles were now reversed; I was the one with the whore.

“Arnold wanted to beat the guy up but I managed to put and end of that. My husband was no match for this boy and he would've had his head handed to him. Arnold thought I was crazy and that's why I'm here. After listening to my story you must know I'm not nuts. I'm just an old bag who likes young guys to French her. If that's insanity then at least half the women in the world must be mad.” DIAGNOSIS:

Dorothy is one of the most stable oral adulteresses I've ever met because she is not guilty about her affairs and knows why she wants men to perform cunnilingus upon instead of fornication. When Tony, the boy she met at the factory when she was a girl, had her fellate him she realized that it was because he had not found her attractive enough to have genital-to-genital intercourse with. Tony compounded this insult by telling morons at work about her and she had to bear their clumsy overtures. Dorothy never forgot this and found sweet revenge in making young men perform oral acts upon her in later life.

The woman was not satisfied having these men without her husband knowing about it. She did not like the idea that her husband could go through life enjoying girls and thinking that she was ready for the sexual scrap heap. Although Dorothy couldn't bring herself to tell her husband directly about her affairs she managed to have him “accidentally” catch her in the act with another man. Actually she wanted to revenge herself upon her husband this time for his years of adultery.

Helen Deutsch, in her book, Neurosis And Character, points out that many accidents are based on a hidden desire to hurt oneself or someone else. A man bent on suicide, for example, but who is unable to kill himself directly may drive when drunk and wind up in a car crash. Dorothy acted like this when she brought a man home secretly knowing that her husband would catch them both in bed.

I couldn't help the woman in any way because she was determined to go on having men. I could only point out that it was neurotic of her to restrict her affairs to oral acts. If she had to have other men she might just as well enjoy them completely.

At this writing the woman and her husband have come to an agreement whereby each has a right to a private life and private “friends.” This is actually a far more mature arrangement than getting a divorce. In time they will tire of having lovers and turn to one another again. Sex passes but true love is lasting.