Norma Egan: The new neighbor

With all that kinky action, it didn't take the two men long to come. Gloria herself was just getting off, having the strange sensations of an orgasm radiating from deep in her asshole, when John groaned hoarsely and filled her mouth with thick salty come. Stan was right with them, bellowing with pleasure and shooting his load up her deliciously snug asshole.

Moment's later Gloria found herself alone on the bed as the men hurried into their clothes. "I think you ought to keep something in mind, Gloria," John said. "If you do get into our social set, you'll always be paying the price. Don't think that Stan and I and the others will give you up. You'll have to keep paying your dues – and I know you understand what I mean." Gloria understood all too well.

After Stan and John left the room, Gloria got slowly into her clothes. Her body was bruised and sore from all that fucking, but her state of mind was even worse. She knew that John was right. If she ever did break into the group, she'd have to pay a very high price – being the unpaid whore of any man who wanted her.

After dressing and fixing her hair and make-up, Gloria went downstairs and looked for Nancy Taylor. When she found her, Nancy hurried over and said, "Gloria, where have you been? I've been wanting to introduce you to some people."

Gloria sighed deeply and said, "Nancy, I want to thank you for trying to be my friend, but I've finally realized that all of you were right in the first place. I don't really belong here. I'll be moving soon. Right now I don't feel very well, so I'll be going. Thanks for the party."

Nancy's face was a mixture of regret and relief, but Gloria knew the relief would win out. Nancy was simply nicer than the others, but she'd be gad to see the problem of Gloria disappear. And at this point Gloria was glad to go. She finally saw the group for what it really was – a bunch of selfish, cruel, boring snobs. No way did she want to be part of it, not any more.

But what DID she want out of life? Gloria pondered that question as she went home, changed into a comfortable old terry-cloth bathrobe, and made herself a double whiskey on the rocks. She thought of all the possible things she could do, all the ways she could live and always she kept coming back to the same answer – Eddie.

She remembered how peaceful and pleasant it had been when she and Eddie were married. He wasn't rich or well-educated, he wasn't anybody important, but he was gentle and honest and caring. She knew now she'd been a fool not to stay with him. Her silly snobbishness had driven her away from the marriage, but now she saw how hollow her ambitions had been.

Of course it wasn't just her striving for social importance that had led to the divorce. An even bigger factor was the dull and routine sex life she had with Eddie. But perhaps that could be changed. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to see her ex-husband again. But it was New Year's Eve, and no doubt he was out celebrating. Maybe he even had another girl by now. Gloria didn't know. She hadn't seen him in six months.

"Oh, hell, why not take a chance?" she asked herself.

She picked up the phone and dialed Eddie's number. He answered on the second ring.

"Gloria, honey," he said, sounding surprised and happy, "great to hear from you. What's up?"

"Nothing much, Eddie," she said. "I just wondered how you were doing. I'm surprised I found you home. I thought you'd be at some party."

"Naw, I didn't feel like it," he said. "But what about you? How come you're not out?"

"I was, for awhile," Gloria said, "but I didn't feel like it, either."

"I imagine you've got a steady boyfriend by now," Eddie said wistfully.

"No," Gloria answered, "nobody serious. And you?"

"I've dated a few girls since you left," Eddie said, "but nobody serious."

Gloria took a deep breath and said, "Well, look, Eddie, if you're really not doing anything tonight, it's still early. You could come over here and keep me company. I know that doesn't sound too exciting, but…"

"I'm on my way," Eddie said, cutting her off.

Gloria hung up with a big smile. She was very relieved to know that Eddie hadn't found anyone else. The only question was, could their relationship be patched up? That would involve a lot of heavy changes for Eddie. Gloria still loved him, but she couldn't go back to him unless he learned to be a decent lover.

He arrived soon after, carrying a chilled bottle of champagne. Gloria had already laid out snacks, and they sat on the couch and ate and drank the champagne and chatted. Gloria's heart pounded. Eddie looked just as good as ever. In fact to her lonely eyes he seemed sexier than when they'd first met. He didn't seem to mind her looks, either, even though she was still in her old bathrobe.

Eddie Benson was just six feet tall, heavily muscled from years of mill work, his face tan and ruggedly handsome. He had thick brown hair with just a trace of silver around the sideburns. He was wearing jeans and a blue denim work shirt and heavy boots, the same clothes he always wore. He'd never owned a suit.

That outfit used to bug Gloria, but now she didn't mind it at all. She realized that she'd been the phony one in their marriage. She just hoped Eddie could forgive her and take her back, but she felt too shy to approach the subject. She kept on chatting about unimportant things – until at last Eddie interrupted her.

"Honey," he sighed, "what happened to us? Why did we ever split up?"

"It was my stupid ambitions," Gloria said. "That and another thing. But it's so hard to talk about, Eddie."

"I know what it was," he said grimly. "I've done a lot of thinking since you left. It was the way I made love. I was a Goddam bore in bed, and I know it."

He took a deep breath and went on, "I always came too fast. I always did it the same old way. I didn't pay any attention to how you felt. I don't blame you for leaving me, Gloria."

"Well, darling," Gloria said eagerly, "things don't have to be that way any more. You can change."

"You can't teach an old dog new tricks," Eddie sighed. "I don't know any other way to make love, Gloria. I wouldn't know where to start."

"Well, I would," Gloria purred.

She took Eddie's hand and slipped it inside her robe. She wasn't wearing a bra, and his palm came to rest on one of her big round warm tits. They both blushed. Eddie had rarely touched her boobs during their marriage. But now, taking his cue from Gloria, he let his hand rest on her silky-smooth tit. She became instantly excited.

"This is a start, Eddie," she said huskily. "It's important to take your time when you make love, get the woman warmed up. There are lots of little things you can do to get a woman excited."

"I know I was always too quick," Eddie said, still blushing slightly. "But I didn't know what else to do besides just ball. Go on showing me, honey. Show me all that stuff you were talking about – the ways to turn a woman on."

Gloria's heart knocked. This was just the opportunity she'd hoped for – that Eddie would be ready and willing to learn about foreplay. It had taken seven years of marriage and a divorce to shock him into a change, but perhaps the lost time was worth it. Gloria was certainly willing to try changing him.

"Just play with my tits, Eddie," she said softly. "Just do whatever feels good."

"I always wanted to," he confessed, "but I thought you wouldn't like it. I thought you'd think I was being kinky or something."

"Wrong," Gloria sighed. "Oh, Eddie, I wanted you to touch me so badly."

Eddie couldn't doubt the sincerity in her voice. He slipped her robe down off, her shoulders and left her naked to the waist. He admired her big swollen tits with their pretty little strawberry-pink nipples. He began to squeeze and caress the satiny pale flesh, and Gloria slumped back against the couch, sighing and submissive.