THE WIFE’S SECRET URGE – Chapter 4
For the next few days, Tom was sullen and withdrawn. But it was still nearly a week
before Alice felt safe again, certain that Tom wasn’t planning revenge for her infidelity.
She made a few attempts to learn about Hal. But the one time she saw him on the
street, he turned away. Puzzled, hurt, the unhappy girl tried to figure out if Hal was
avoiding her for her own good or because he figured she’d caused him enough trouble
already.
It was strange living in the house alone with Tom. Since he was away all day at work,
Alice found she had no one to talk to but the walls. She started watching a lot of
television, and drinking cheap wine in the afternoon.
Finally there was a break in her boredom. Tom came home from work, looking very
smug. "I’ve got us a new roommate," he announced. "One you can’t fuck."
Hot words rose up in Alice’s mind. But she choked them down. After all, she and Tom
had been at peace for several days now. Why rock the boat?
The new roommate was a surprise to Alice, a beautiful young redhead, twenty years
old. She laughed at Tom. "Now, which one of us is likely to fuck the roommate?" she
crowed. To her surprise, Tom gave her a strange, hurt look.
She was named Paulette. Alice was glad to have her in the house for two reasons. For
one thing, she and Tom needed help with the rent. For another, now she had someone
to talk to during the day. Paulette was a potter. She worked in the back yard, throwing
pots and selling them to a local pottery outlet. She was the first genuinely independent
woman Alice had met.
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Conversations with Paulette indicated she had rich and varied sex life. "I don’t know
how you do it," she said to Alice one day. "Living with just one man. I’d go bananas."
Alice didn’t admit it, but she was going bananas. Her brief sexual interlude with Hal
had converted her to the joys of fucking around. She still loved Tom, still loved his big
hard cock, which he faithfully shoved up her tingling cunt every night, and several
times on weekends. But she still wanted variety.
Then the idea hit her. What if she could get Tom started fucking around? Then maybe
she’d be free to do the same!
The logical choice of a girl for Tom to start with was Paulette. She was handy, and she
was good-looking. Probably willing, too. Several times Alice caught the other girl
looking at Tom with undisguised interest And once, when Paulette came out of the
bathroom half-naked, Alice saw Tom staring avidly at the lovely young redhead. The
skimpy towel she had wrapped around herself left little to the imagination.
Rather naively, Alice tackled the problem head on. She and Tom were in bed one night,
lying staring up at the ceiling after a particularly nice fuck. Her pussy warm and
glowing, Alice felt so generous toward all the world that she assumed Tom must feel the
same way, too.
"Tom? What do you think of Paulette?"
"Huh? Oh, she’s okay, I guess." this cautiously.
"No, not that. I mean, isn’t she really pretty? Sexy, and all that?"
"Well," Tom said reluctantly, as if he suspected a trap. "Yeah, I guess so.
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That wasn’t much of a beginning. "She really has super tits," Alice said enthusiastically.
"But I guess you’ve never really had a chance to see them. And do you know what color
her pussy hair is? Red! Just like on her head!"
Tom looked over at his wife suspiciously. "What are you telling me all this for?"
"I just wondered if she turned you on. She sure would turn me on if I were a guy. Have
you ever thought about fucking her?"
Dead silence from Tom. Alice, knowing she was already in pretty far, rushed on
heedlessly. "I really wouldn’t mind if you did, Tom," she said. "In fact I’d kind of like it.
I think it’d turn me on, in a way. I… "
"You Goddamned bitch," Tom said with heavy menace in his voice.
"Huh?"
"Whore! Don’t put me on," Tom said, his voice rising. "I know what the hell you’re
trying to do! You’re trying to get me to make it with Paulette so you can run out and
fuck some other guy, maybe hunt up Hal. Jesus, don’t you have any decency at all?"
Alice was too stunned to reply. For one thing, Tom’s accusations were close enough to
the truth to hurt. What more could she tell him? How could she convince him she
would genuinely be happy for him if he were to sleep with as lovely and fine a girl as
Paulette? No way. Whatever she said or did, Tom would never see anything more than
threat to his manhood and to his ownership of her in any sexual move she made.
"You listen to me," Tom snarled, his mood really ugly now. "If you ever talk about
anything like this again, I’ll throw that broad out on her ear. We’ll move to a
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Goddamned one room apartment if we have to!"
Alice was very subdued for the next few days. But she hadn’t really given up. She
merely cursed herself as stupid for being so clumsily blunt. She decided to kind of
sneak up on Tom. But for that she needed Paulette’s cooperation.
One afternoon, a Saturday, the two young women were sunbathing in the backyard.
Tom had been away for several hours. The backyard was one of the nicest features of
the house, very secluded, grassy, with a high fence, making it possible for the girls to
sunbathe nude.
They were lying on an old sheet, side by side, soaking up the warm afternoon sun.
Alice found herself admiring the other girl’s body. Paulette was firm-breasted, solid-
assed, and long-legged. It occurred to the younger girl that Tom might find it a lot
harder to turn down a chance at fucking Paulette if he could see her now, in all her
naked glory. She was reflecting on the probability of this when an idea suddenly struck
her. Maybe Paulette could be encouraged to go after Tom!
But Alice was a little cleverer now. No more head-on attacks for her. "Paulette," she
said, "do you really sleep with a lot of different men?"
Paulette laughed way down in her throat. "Why limit it to men, Alice?"
Alice was confused for a moment, then a possible meaning of Paulette’s cryptic words
struck her. My God! Was the redhead trying to tell her she slept with women, too?
Alice quickly and nervously sidestepped the question. "Well… I mean… about what you
were saying that time about me being stuck with only one man to fuck. I guess that
does kind of bother me."
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"It should," Paulette replied. She lazily rolled over onto her belly. "Could you rub a
little of that suntan lotion on my back? That sun’s pretty hot."
Alice picked up the lotion and squeezed a little out into the palm of one hand. She was
rubbing it into the other girl’s back before she became fully aware how soft and warm
Paulette’s skin was, how smoothly and tautly it stretched over her lovely body. Try as
she could, she couldn’t get out of her mind Paulette’s suggestion that she made it with
women. This knowledge, or suspicion, rather, transformed the redhead’s naked body for
Alice. It was no longer just the naked body of another woman. It was a sexual object.
"Rub some on my ass," Paulette murmured. She looked so relaxed and… and well,
sensuous, lying naked in the sun. Alice almost put down the bottle of lotion and went
into the house. But she was curious about Paulette’s ass. It was such a nice ass, so taut
and firm and richly curved. What did it feel like?
Alice rubbed some of the lotion into the soft skin of her roommate’s ass. Fascinated, she
watched the other woman’s softly curved buns change shape under her kneading
fingers. Was it her imagination or did Paulette open her thighs a little? Whatever the
reason, Alice could see a portion of the other woman’s furry pussy, peaking back
between her rounded thighs. God, Paulette’s red pussy hair was sexy! Now Alice had an
idea of how Hal had felt when she got him to rub her!
Alice felt strangely hot. She felt she could have rubbed Paulette’s naked ass all day.
Damn, her fingers were so close to the other girl’s cunt that a tendril of pussy hair
grazed one finger! She had to do something before she lost control!
"Paulette," she blurted. "Did you ever think about fucking Tom?"
Paulette was genuinely surprised. She turned her head to the side, staring at Alice.
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"Because I’d really like it if you did," Alice rattled on. "Maybe if he slept with someone
else he wouldn’t be so jealous about me!"
"Yes, I’ve thought about fucking Tom," Paulette finally said. "But I’ve thought about
fucking you too."
"Huh? Oh, but you can’t mean that," Alice said in a half-whisper.
Paulette turned toward her. "I sure as hell can," she purred. Alice was half-laying next
to her, propped up on one elbow. The redhead reached out, one hand softly stroking
the other girl’s nearest tit.
"Oh!" Alice said. Her body quivered. But she made no move to jerk away, just lay there,
staring big-eyed at the other girl.
"You’ve got nice tits," Paulette said softly, continuing to stroke the girl’s big jugs, first
one, then the other. Alice stared down at the hand moving gently over her tits, her pink
little nipples growing harder and harder. Her whole body felt on fire. She doubted she’d
ever been so uncontrollably turned on in her life. Not only did she want Paulette to
keep on stroking her tits, but she wanted to reach out and touch the other woman’s big
breasts!
But she just couldn’t, she told herself. It was wrong! It was… it was lesbianism!
Paulette seemed to read her mind. She took hold of one of Alice’s trembling hand,
guided it to her breast. Alice held her breath as she felt the other woman’s tit hot and
alive under her hand. Paulette’s tit was so firm! And so pointed. For the first time in her
life, Alice felt another girl’s nipple growing erect, pushing sensuously against the
sensitive skin of her palm. She stared into Alice’s sea-green eyes, amazed at the hot
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passion she saw there. Passion for her!
Paulette squirmed close to Alice. Her head moved against the blonde’s breast.
"Oooohhh," Alice sighed as she felt the other girl’s hot lips close around one throbbing
nipple. It was so odd to look down and see all that long red hair spreading over her
breast, to feel such soft cheeks against her tits.
Alice still fondled Paulette’s tits as the redhead sucked hers, but it was a long reach.
Then she felt the other girl’s hand gliding down over her belly, heading, quite
obviously, toward her cunt!
That was a little too much for Alice. Having another woman stroke and suck her tits
was one thing. But to have her do anything quite as intimate as stick a finger up her
twat… no way!
Alice tried to squirm away, but Paulette held her close. "Hey… what’s the matter?" the
redhead asked, taking her head away from Alice’s tits. Her green eyes looked straight
into Alice’s. The younger girl felt as if she were drowning in them.
"I… I don’t know…" Alice stammered.
"It’s okay… just between us girls," Paulette said soothingly. Her hand stopped moving
down, instead stroked Alice’s belly and flanks. It felt like hot iron moving over Alice’s
tingling skin. Paulette went back to sucking her tits, which hardly helped. Her cunt
began to twitch excitedly. Bit by bit the strangeness of having another woman’s hands
moving intimately over her naked body began to fade. It felt more natural now, felt
good… sexy… exciting.
Paulette picked up the girl’s changed mood. Her hand moved downward again,
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prowling through Alice’s soft blonde pubic hair, down over the swell of her pubic
mound until it started worming into her seething slit. "Open your legs a little," Paulette
murmured softly. Alice hesitated a moment, then her thighs fell mindlessly open.
Paulette’s fingertip slipped into her pussy slit, down over her clit, deeper in the
bubbling gash until it reached her steaming pit. "Aaaaahhhh," Alice moaned helplessly.
God, Paulette’s finger felt good, so sensitive against her super-heated cunt flesh!
Alice felt the other woman’s finger slide smoothly up into her pussy hole. Paulette
seemed to know just what to do, just where to touch her. That slender finger felt, for
the time being, as satisfying as a fully erect cock, swirling around in hot circles up
inside her throbbing vagina, digging deep into her gushing love tunnel.
Paulette worked another finger up into her stunned roommate’s cunt. She began busily
finger fucking the squirming blonde. "Have you ever stuck your finger up another
woman’s cunt?" Paulette asked, her voice low and husky.
"Uh-uh," Alice grunted. She could barely talk. Her cunt felt like it was going to melt.
She felt Paulette move next to her. She was hitching her lower body around, close to
Alice’s right hand, which was slowly clasping and unclasping.
"Here it is," Paulette murmured. "Why don’t you just take your time… get used to it."
Swallowing nervously, Alice saw the other girl was lying on her side, her upper leg bent
and raised, knee high, foot flat on the ground. Her crotch was wide open, giving Alice
an unimpeded view of her red-furred cunt!
"Wh-What do you want me to do?" Alice stammered.
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"Whatever you want. Stick your finger up my cunt if you want. Just like I’m doing to
you."
Alice felt the redhead’s fingers worm deeper into her quivering twat. Oh God, she was
making her feel good! Wasn’t it only fair she pay her back in the same coin, shove her
own fingers up Paulette’s gaping snatch… finger-fuck her just like Paulette was finger-
fucking her?
Alice stared at the other woman’s naked cunt. It was the first she’d ever seen this close.
Thick pussy lips, a bright pink slit showing between the plump hairy mounds. Shining
drops of pussy juice trickling out, testifying to the other girl’s arousal.
But it was that bright red pussy hair that did the trick. A brassy sexual advertisement
for the soft wet delights underneath its teasing screen.
Alice’s hand wavered outward. She felt the other girl’s crinkly pussy hair brush her
fingers. Then hot damp flesh, growing suddenly wet and slippery as one finger slid up
into the gaping, beckoning slit.
"Ooohhhh," Paulette moaned as Alice’s finger shoved eagerly up into her pussy hole.
Alice gaped as the redhead’s hips started slowly pumping, driving that delicious cunt
forward, fucking against her impaling finger. "My clit… rub my clit!" Paulette sighed.
Alice saw that the other girl had an unusually big clit. At least, it was bigger than hers.
Alice was hardly an expert on clits. But she liked Paulette’s. She pulled her finger,
dripping with sex juice, from the redhead’s vagina. Wet and slippery, it glided easily up
Paulette’s slit, humping over her mounded clitoris. "Oh God! Yes!" Paulette whimpered,
beginning to lose her cool. "That’s it! That feels wonderful!"
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It was incredibly exciting to Alice to feel the other girl’s clit swell under her enthusiastic
rubbing, mounding up, becoming a hard little core her finger could push against.
Paulette’s face began to flush. Alice saw she had freckles, a faint band of them arching
across the bridge of her nose. Paulette panted and writhed. It thrilled Alice to know that
she was making the other girl feel good.
All this time Paulette’s fingers never stopped their mad plunging in and out of Alice’s
cunt. Alice realized she was panting too. It became harder and harder to concentrate on
the other girl’s clit. Her own cunt was simmering with pleasure. The frequent jerking of
her stomach muscles warned the young blonde that she was going to cum soon.
But she wanted to make sure Paulette got off, too. Her finger flickered over the writhing
redhead’s swollen clit. Paulette’s fingers had a desperate grip up inside Alice’s pussy,
almost as if the whimpering, moaning redhead had set them on automatic, and was
letting her body run out of control, responding to Alice’s inspired clit-work.
Both girls came almost together. Alice felt a soundless explosion far up inside her cunt.
She writhed and twisted, uttering meaningless groans. Desperately she kept her
fingertip glued to Paulette’s hugely swollen clit. Through the confused jerkings and
spasmings of her own orgasm, she was vaguely aware of the other girl, writhing and
bucking on the sheet. "Ohh… ooohhh… OOOOHHHH!" Paulette cried out loudly.
"Cumming… cummmm… MMMIIINNNGGGG!?"
Alice felt a hot wash of gushing pussy juices spray from Paulette’s cunt, smearing over
her hand. Aware of Paulette’s finger up inside her own cunt, she shoved a couple up the
redhead’s gushing snatch. God! She could feel Paulette’s spasming pussy walls nibbling
at her fingers!
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The two girls were still panting and writhing together, fingers shoved up one another’s
twats, when a looming shadow fell over them. "ALICE! JESUS CHRIST! WHAT ARE
YOU… SOME KIND OF ANIMAL?" a booming voice roared.
Alice rolled over. "Tom!" she blurted, staring up at her husband’s rage-distorted face.
"I suppose you’re going to tell me this is all some kind of mistake… that I’ve got it all
wrong," Tom raged. "Well, baby… it’s you that’s all wrong. Just look at you!" he
spluttered.
"And as for you," he said menacingly, turning toward Paulette, who had gotten warily
to her feet. "I want you out of my house… right now."
But Paulette stunned the bullying Tom. Instead of cringing, as Alice was doing, she
stared him straight in the eye, standing naked and defiant before him.
"Our house, you arrogant bastard!" she snapped. "I pay half the rent. If you want me to
move, you’ll have to give me thirty days’ notice."
Tom was taken aback by the girl’s defiance. And by her beauty. His eyes raked guiltily
up and down her lovely body, lingering at her solid out-thrusting tits, prying hungrily
into her pussy slit. But he realized he was losing face. "Look, bitch," he snarled,
stepping closer to the nude redhead.
But Paulette picked up a heavy hammer she used in her work and swung it casually
back and forth. "Yes?" she asked sweetly but menacingly.
Tom backed down. He had never before met a woman who fought back. But there was
another, a weaker woman at hand. He suddenly turned on Alice. "I’ve had it with you,
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you little whore!" he bellowed. "I’m fed up! I never want to see you again! Get out! Get
out!"
Alice didn’t wait around to see if Tom was serious or not. She raced for the house. She
heard Tom and Paulette arguing in the back yard. Thank God for Paulette! She was
keeping Tom busy!
Alice threw on some clothes, then, picking up her coat, ran out of the house. She didn’t
know where she was heading, as long as it was away from Tom. She felt a little guilty
about having left Paulette behind, but it seemed clear the other woman could handle
herself. The very fact she was married to Tom made her more vulnerable to his rage.
Once out on the street, Alice had no idea where to go. For one thing, she had almost
no money. She’d grabbed her purse, but remembered she only had about five dollars in
it.
Alice had little doubt that after a suitable time Tom would take her back, after
humiliating her. In fact, he’d probably be out in the streets looking for her in another
hour, once he’d cooled off a little.
But Alice had had enough. Enough of Tom’s jealousy and childish pride. She knew she
couldn’t go back in that house, not, at least, until there was some kind definitely new
relationship between her and Tom. And the probability of that was very low.
But where would she go? And how could she get there with only five dollars? Inevitably
it came to e girl that she had nowhere to go except back to her parents, and the only
way to get there would be to hitchhike. Neither of these ideas appealed to Alice. There
would be lots of "I told you so’s," from her mother. She’d be an eighteen-year-old kid
again, living at home, under her parents’ domination. Not that they were unpleasant
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people, but Alice was tired of being a kid. Oh well, at least her parents’ domination
would be less all encompassing than Tom’s!
She didn’t like the idea of hitchhiking because she knew it was dangerous, and she had
about a hundred and fifty miles to go. But there was no other way, so Alice walked to
the nearest corner and stuck out her thumb.
It’s never very difficult for a good-looking girl to get a ride. Alice’s thumb hadn’t been
up for over thirty seconds before a big late-model Cadillac jerked to a stop next to the
curb. Alice looked dubiously inside. But the middle-aged driver looked harmless
enough. She slipped into the passenger’s seat.
"Where you going, honey?" the man asked as his big car roared away from the curb,
scattering gravel.
"Uh… up the road to Los Angeles," Alice replied. She took a closer look at the man. She
saw that he was sweating a little, and it wasn’t hot. She began to get nervous.
Meanwhile, the car was rocketing down the road. Alice was paying so much attention,
nervously watching the driver, that it was some time before she noticed they were no
longer on the main road. Suddenly the car bumped onto a dirt path, then stopped.
"Why are we stopping here?" Alice asked, alarmed.
The man faced her. He was really sweating now, his fat chinless face blotched with red.
He hitched toward Alice. "Thought maybe we better get a little better acquainted," he
said in a thick voice, licking his rubbery lips.
"You stay away from me!" Alice cried out as the man hitched his way toward her across
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the seat.
"Don’t give me that shit," the man mumbled. "You hippy chicks are all the same –
whores. No decent girl would hitchhike. You’re just asking for it, baby, and I aim to see
I get my share. You think the ride’s free?"
One meaty hand closed over Alice’s left tit. Her skin crawled under the man’s pawing
touch. She had her purse in her right hand. She swung it. "Ow!" the man yelped as it
bounced off the bridge of his nose. Alice had a short breathing spell, long enough to
open the door. She literally rolled out onto the ground. "Come back here, you cunt!"
the driver shouted after her. But to Alice’s relief, he made no move to follow her.
Instead, he looked around nervously, pulled the car door shut, and roared off down the
road.
It was starting to get dark. Alice was all alone on a dirt road in the back country. She
started walking. Fortunately, it was only about a quarter of a mile to the pavement. In
the dusk, Alice stood with her thumb out. But there weren’t many cars. Finally, a beat-
up old station wagon full of young men wobbled to a stop. The roof of the wagon was
loaded with surf boards. One of the young men stuck his head out the window and
stared at Alice, fuzzily. He had long, dirty, washed-out blond hair. He was smoking a
joint. "Hey, Mike," he called back into the dim interior of the car. "Look at the foxy
cunt. Should we give her a ride?"
"I’ll give her a ride, all right," she heard a voice mutter. "Come on, babe… get in," the
first young man said, fumbling with the door catch. Alice heard giggles from the rear
seat. "No thanks," she said, backing away quickly. "I think I’d kind of like to walk."
The surfer eyed Alice moodily for a long, pregnant moment. He took another drag on
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the joint. "Okay, cunt," he finally said. "Go fuck yourself." He made a sign to the driver
and a moment later the gears clashed and the old station wagon wobbled on down the
road.
by now, Alice was very discouraged. But stubbornly she decided she was going to get to
her parents house one way or another. She hung out her thumb again.
Nothing happened for a while, but finally a big, cluttered old van pulled over to the side
of the road next to her. Hopefully Alice went up to the window. "Would you like a
ride?" a voice said from inside the van. It was too dark by now for Alice to make out
the face of the man who was speaking. But it didn’t matter. What mattered most was
that the voice sounded kind.
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