William Davis - The Polaroid club book II

"I know, but…"

"What it boils down to is this: you're a woman first, biologically. Half your body, and mine, is tied in with sex and procreation. Our feelings, emotions, and physiology are regulated by its rhythmic chemistry, and no matter how you try to, you can't deny that fact. You're a wife second, which is an artificial social discipline which is learned, not instinctive. You did what was natural, what your body was intended to do – and while most of our country would not approve nor condone it, you must chalk it up to an unpleasant happening. A mistake, at the most, but never as a sick, warped evil thing."

"But what am I going to do?" wailed Cindy.

"Do? Why, you're going to do nothing, Cindy. Nothing at all. I doubt that this clerk is ever going to call you again. He got what he wanted, a fresh conquest. I'm sure that's what excited him – the battering down of your defenses – and now that he has done that, he has no reason to bother you again. So I'd suggest that you dry your tears, have a sandwich, and start forgetting the whole matter. Go downtown and buy a dress or a new hat. I always do when I'm blue."

"Howard…"

"Howard shouldn't be told. Men don't understand about such things, Cindy, and might do something rash." She shook her head. "No, best to let things lie as they are. You still love your husband, I'm sure, and while it's been a mental shock, it hasn't hurt you physically. You can respond to your husband and his love just as well as before, and of course, that's what counts in situations such as these."

"You… you really think so?"

"Trust me, Cindy," Norma said. She went on for a little while longer, soothingly and with confidence, instilling some reassurance back in the shattered wife, pouring a little more wine, and finally getting Cindy to have a sandwich. By one thirty, Cindy Jamison was perked up as much as possible. The heavy weight of her sin was like lead between her shoulders, but at least she was able to carry the load now, and not collapse as she was in danger of doing before.

Yes, Cindy thought as she drove away from the Taylor home, yes, I was right in coming to see Norma. She certainly was a great help, being forthright and blunt, and at the same time showing me that she really was concerned. She was correct in what she had to say, and I will follow her advice. I'll maybe even go shopping, as she suggested… a new summer frock might help me for get a little bit.

Yet, for all her buoyancy, there was a nagging, ever-present dread in the back of her mind. Like a black wad of some malignant evil, it kept repeating over and over that perhaps she hadn't heard the last of the matter. That maybe tomorrow or the next day, or the next week, she would hear the phone ring or a knock on the door, and it would be Samuels, the ever leering postal clerk, come to collect again…

The dinner was long over, the dishes were washed, and now it was time for bed. Norma had on nothing but a thin transparent nightgown, knowing that the hint of her fine, lithe body underneath excited Ralph as she walked around. It had, too…

Ralph Taylor had come back from the convention bushed, his face and manners showing how dog-tired he was. But after a couple of drinks and the fine food she'd prepared and the semi-nude parading all evening – especially the latter – it was obvious to her that her husband was bubbling with life. His pants were tightly bulged, and as she bent over him to kiss his lips and interrupt the movie on TV, his hand came up underneath her gown, pushing the hem abruptly up her thighs before she could resist.

"Oh, you beast!" she jumped forward trying to escape the playful fingers coursing their way along the sensitive parts of her legs. "Stop, it, Ralph, please!" She giggled, knocking the cup of coffee she was serving him. "Ooohhhhh, God, Ralph!"

Ralph grinned and continued his rummaging between his wife's legs, laughing aloud at the same time. "Hell, it's been almost a week since I last laid you, my pet. Heh, heh, they had some fine pieces of ass at that convention, but nothing like you!"

"Ralph," she crooned softly, "be careful. We've got to plan out what we're going to do about the Jamisons, remember?"

Ralph grinned his broad grin again and placed his hand on her buttocks, massaging the soft, tender flesh. She looked at him coyly as he continued the teasing ministrations. Norma gritted her teeth as she felt the old feeling drifting slowly through the tips of her nerves. She was lucky to have Ralph as a husband and he took good care of her, in spite of his flamboyant crudeness and periodic streaks of cruelty in his sometimes overzealous sexual demands. Not that she minded the latter, she mused; she was almost as bad as he was. He didn't mind at all what she did as long as she didn't hide it from him and was there when he wanted her. But, by the same token, he did whatever he liked in the same way. In fact, it had made their marriage more exciting and brought them closer together. Yes, by common consent they had their little affairs but had never let them get beyond the physical stage. It was kind of like having your cake and eating it too, and she never wanted it any other way.

"Oooohhhh," she moaned again as her mind returned to reality. Ralph's hand was running the full length of her soft, white vaginal crevice, sending chills of sensation rippling across her skin. "Are you crazy, man? You want to be eaten alive?"

"Eaten, yes, baby, but not alive," the manager joked, twitching his finger again into the slightly squirming slit. "But don't get impatient. We'll come to that."

"Well, you just stop it then and tell me what you're planning. I told you everything about that postal clerk and that racket he was working on Cindy. You said it gave you ideas." She smiled with sparkling eyes at her husband. "I'm always interested in your ideas, lover. Especially about the ones for bridging the social gap between us and your star salesman."

"And his wife, don't forget her," chuckled Ralph lewdly.

"You bastard. You can't wait to get that mouth of hers around your fat cock another time, can you?"

"No more than you want to show your maternal instincts on Howard's prick again." He laughed. "But don't you worry, my little pet. I've got it all worked out. Been thinking about how to do it since that night at the cabin. Christ! I'd give a month's commission to get a set of photos with that luscious blonde doing all the tricks. And preferably with me on the receiving end. Well, your little story about that clerk answered my prayers, Norma. It's as good as being in the bag."

"Ralph," Norma smiled demurely, now almost panting from her pent-up excitement, "let's talk about it in the bedroom, shall we?"

"Why, you little whore!" Ralph grinned, but rose and followed his wife down the hallway. "You're about the most selfish thing alive. You always come first." He knew it was a game she was playing, this first-no-then-yes coyness, and they played it often. He was ready now but knew she liked to be coaxed a little before the action started. "But I have to tell you my plans first, remember?"

"Mmmm," she replied, letting the long gown fall and stepping out of it seductively. "I'm all ears."

"The hell you are," he leered at her. He went toward her, figuring the plan could wait. There were more pressing matters to take care of. He said, "Fuck it, Norma, you can wait to hear the Goddamn details. All I want to know is can you find out the name of this clerk?"

"Sure, baby," she cooed. "Anything you want." She made a mental note to start on finding out the identity of the postal clerk who had caused such distress to Cindy Jamison the first thing tomorrow. But as she reached her hand down and touched the swollen bulge in her husband's pants, she knew that there was going to be a long, delicious night ahead of her, and she wasn't going to be sidetracked from enjoying it to the fullest.