Guide to Oral Adultery

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?'

“I could by the tone of his voice and by the way he looked at me that Vernon wanted me to say that I was in the mood for love. This was a fact but I couldn't bring myself to say it. The brawny, half-nude man appeared to be more than ready for some action himself. I should've made an excuse and left the camper but I didn't want to. I was forty-five and deserved some romance.

“We had a few more drinks and Vernon kept glancing at his watch. He knew when his wife would return and this meant that he had just so much time to make me in. Finally he slipped his hands over my waist and kissed me full on the lips. I didn't object. I placed my hands on his bare back and returned the kiss. His massive maleness was overpowering.

“' My wife will be back in less than an hour,' he said.

“Vernon was really telling me that I still could leave if I wanted to. But I didn't want to. I clung to him and he brought me down on top of the bed. His fingers worked at my clothes and I helped him take them off. Before I knew it I was naked. The only man who had ever seen me completely naked was Tony. Now, in my mid-forties, another man was looking at my bare flesh.

“'Nice and meaty,' he breathed. 'You're my kind of woman.'

“Rita was a nervous stringbean with a flat chest. For a man who liked his women on the plump side he certainly had picked the wrong one to marry.

“He pulled off his tight pants and exposed his huge cock. It was erected and looked like an entire salami. The more I was of the man the less I could understand Rita. Some women just didn't know when they were well off.

“Vernon pulled me against his body and clamped his rough hands on my ass. The moment the head of his giant prick touched my slit I suddenly turned moral. I thought of Tony sleeping innocently in the camper. He had never taken another woman so why should I take another man?

“'Don't!' I said, and placed one of my hands over my sexual opening.

“'Don't?!' Vernon cried with frustration. 'Woman, why did you go this far if you didn't want me to screw you?'

“"That's what I wanted… at first,' I said. “Then I thought of my husband. I can't do this to him.'

“'Knock it off!' he complained. 'You mean you've never fucked another guy since you were married?'

“When I admitted that this was so he shook his head in disgust and flung himself back on the bed. As I lay there I stared down at all that wonderful meat. I leaned over and ran my tongue along it. Vernon moaned with delight.

“'Do it that way, then,' he said, 'I dig French jobs!'

“I took the head of his engorged penis in my mouth. It was so big that I could hardly fellate him. I pushed my face down until his organ pressed against the back of my throat and then I withdrew completely. In the yellow light of the camper his great prick shone with my spit.

“Vernon lay with an arm across his eyes and a smile on his face.

“'Keep going,' he urged. 'You were doing fine. It's been the longest time since a woman went down on me.'

“'Your wife doesn't?' I wanted to know.

“'Rita?' he smirked. 'That bag of bones doesn't even like straight sex. That's why I have to find women like you who are still alive.'

“We had something in common. Our mates had lost interest in sex while we still wanted passion. I leaned down once more and licked the huge organ from base to shiny tip. I took his large testicles orally and licked his brittle pubic hair. Since I was only going to have oral relations with this man I wanted to make it something we would both remember. Remember? I wish now I could forget what happened in that camper.

“I took as much of Vernon's penis as I could orally again. I mouthed furiously and he kept moaning.

“'Here it comes!' he told me, and then a tremendous load of sperm flooded my throat.

“I kept on sucking until the man was dry. Even in a limp state his penis was a wonder. I place my cheek against it and lay that way for a long time. Outside a car came to a stop and I got to my feet.

“'Rita!' Vernon announced tightly.

“He pulled on his pants fast enough, but when the door opened, I was still struggling to get into my blouse. I didn't even take the time to put on my bra and panties. Rita quickly sized up the situation.

“'Why you fat old bag!' she screamed. 'What are you doing around my husband?'

“The last thing in the world I wanted was a scene. My husband was only a matter of feet away. I hadn't had regular intercourse with Vernon just because of him and I didn't want him to find out I'd cheated on him now.

“Rita tried to claw my face and I pushed her down. Vernon grabbed her and I ran out of the camper.

“'Fat slut! Whore!' the thin woman screamed, waking just about everyone within ear shot. 'Wait till your husband finds out!'

“When I got back to the camper I heard Tony snoring. I had always hated those snores but now they were like music. Rita kept on screaming and I heard Vernon beginning to shout. I felt awful. It was bad enough to have sex with another man, but it was even worse to be found out. I made up my mind that my husband would never know so I slipped into the cab of the camper and started the engine. Tony kept on sleeping even as I drove through the night. I didn't like driving in the dark, but I just had to get away from that screaming woman… and my one and only adultery.

“As soon as I found a nice spot I parked and went back into the van part of the camper. Tony was still asleep. I took off my clothes and slipped into his arms. I held him close.

“'Tony, I'm sorry,' I said to his unhearing hear.

“The following morning Tony was surprised to find we had left that camp. I told him I had moved the camper at night just as a joke and he believed it. My poor, innocent, forty-eight year old man! He just wouldn't even begin to suspect that his wife had had one last fling at life and love.

“I didn't pester him for the rest of the vacation to move when he found a good fishing spot. You don't have to tell me it was guilt. It crushed me down like a two ton weight. Tony was pleasantly surprised when I didn't press him and he fished his heart out.

“I kept telling myself that I had hurt no one by mouthing a man at a trailer camp. As long as my husband didn't know, what's the harm? I was sure that many wives have had such passing flings and it never bothered them. But there wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think of Vernon, his salami, my mouthing, his screaming, and that fast drive out of the trailer camp.

“Tony went on working as hard as he always did and this made me feel more guilty. I just didn't deserve such a husband. When we went to visit our children and grandchildren my guilt was at its peak. As a grandmother I was supposed to be something of a saint. Grandmothers weren't supposed to go around sucking cocks.

“One night, while watching television with my husband, a western came on showing a cowboy who looked exactly like Vernon. He was big, brawny, and sexy. He also wore tight pants which reminded me of that night at the camp. My husband patted my hand and asked me to get him a beer. Somehow this touch, the sight of a man who looked like Vernon, made me cry. I ran out of the room and wept. My poor husband was so confused he didn't know what to do.

“'Margo, what's wrong?' he asked.

“I gave him some excuse about not feeling well. He was so kind that my guilt went up a few more pounds. It was getting so that I was afraid I'd have some kind of breakdown. That's why I came here, doctor. I want to avoid going crazy.”

DIAGNOSIS:

Margo reacted so strongly against her very brief fling because it was the only one in her life and thus it loomed much larger than it deserved. I assured her that this one moment of oral passion didn't make her an evil woman and that she should stop punishing herself. She is a very moral person who feels that every sin would be punished. When she fellated a man she felt that somehow she should pay for it. Since the incident happened six months before she came to see me this meant that she had carried her burden of guilt around all that time. Six months of living with an agonized conscience is more than enough punishment for her very short journey into oral sex.

Sidney Furst, in his book, “Psychic Trauma", maintains that some people can indulge in all forms of sexual expression and not feel guilty while others spend years brooding over a minor slip into vice. It all depends on one's conditioning, Mr. Furst says. Margo, who had been brought up to believe that the family was the most important thing in a woman's life and that her husband was supposed to be her only man, went into agonies because, at the age of forty-five, she had her first sexual relationship outside of marriage.

As much as she desired Vernon, she couldn't not make the affair one of genital to genital intercourse. In her mind this was a major sin… adultery. She looked upon oral sex, however, as a minor sin, but this did not stop her from loading the burden of guilt upon herself.

It took several sessions before the woman no longer felt guilty about fellating a man she met on vacation. I doubt that she will ever again have an adulterous relationship, oral or otherwise. Margo is the kind of person who is unable to sleep at nights if she feels guilty about something. I was glad to have helped her of her six month bout of insomnia.