CHAPTER ONE
ENTER DARLENE
Talking about sex with Darlene made me realize how much was I missing in my life. We met
about ten years ago, when we worked together in an office selling medical equipment. For
six months we worked side by side, liquidating a collection of medical office furniture
for a failed manufacturer.
We sold massage chairs, tables, gurneys, desks, lamps-you name it. A former college
English major, Darlene was well-spoken and had a way with people. We moved a lot of
merchandise.
While working together, we discovered we had much in common, hitting it off immediately.
On slow afternoons, we discussed our likes and dislikes freely. Soon enough, the talk
centered on sex. Both of us were surprised, I think, at how frank we were with each
other.
It became apparent that what I loved to do best she loved to have done to her, and what I
loved best she loved to do. Darlene also told me how shameful she thought it was for a
married man to masturbate, because in doing so, he cheated his spouse.
"It`s an insult to the woman he`s with," Darlene said. "When a woman
marries a man, his emissions belong to her."
It was an intriguing concept, one I had never heard expressed before. Interestingly
enough, Darlene had recently married a doctor, a well-known urologist with a thriving
practice.
I confessed to Darlene my desire to perform oral sex on a strong, well-developed woman,
especially if she wore high heels while I was doing it.
"That`s a common fantasy for many men," Darlene said. "It`s also a very
charming one, from a woman`s point of view."
Darlene knew all about the various aspects of cunnilingus, making plain her special
preferences. We had one of those rare discussions in which a man and a woman are
completely honest with each other and still manage to become good friends.
As we worked together, an intense physical attraction sparked our relationship. Every day
I looked forward to seeing Darlene. From her manner, I could tell she liked me as well. Of
course, we were never able to act on that longing because, obviously, she was married, and
I was involved with another woman.
Ironically, the woman in my life would never let me do what I loved to do best. She
considered oral sex dirty.
Imagine my surprise when I ran into Darlene again at a medical equipment sales convention
in Chicago. She was showing a new blood platelet extraction machine to a group of hospital
administrators. It nearly took my breath away to see her, so beautiful did she look.
Darlene had on a white dress slit up one leg practically to her hip. On her neck was a
black scarf with small white accents.
Never had I seen a woman look so ravishing.
An accomplished seamstress in addition to being a top-notch saleswoman, Darlene had
designed and made most of her own clothes since high school. I guessed right away that the
white dress was one of her own creations.
Physically, Darlene was taller than average, extremely attractive, and exceptionally
well-developed, with raven hair and smooth, clear skin. Her legs were long and muscular.
Darlene`s facial features were similar to those striking brunettes you often see in the
movies.
Especially interesting are her breasts, having an almost perfect size and shape, being
both round and full. Darlene`s brown nipples were long and their creamy areolas had a
radius as big as silver dollars.
I am blond, tall, and still fairly lean, although I was leaner back when Darlene and I
first got to know each other.
Darlene saw me looking at her.
"Hello," I said. "You`re just as gorgeous as ever."
She grinned and answered, in her husky voice, "I always hoped I`d find you
again."
This time I wasn`t with anybody else. And neither was she. She`d parted company with the
urologist several years before.
Darlene and I met for dinner that night, picking up right where we left off. There was
even more excitement between us now than before. Two weeks later, we knew we were in love,
and so decided to marry. Darlene set the date for the middle of September, a beautiful
month in this part of the country.
Besides designing her own clothes, Darlene was old-fashioned in other ways. She made it
clear during our engagement that she didn`t believe in intercourse before marriage.
"You don`t have to convince me," I said. "With all the diseases around, it
only makes sense."
"I`m happy that you agree," Darlene said. "Above all else, I desire a
sensitive and compliant husband."
Soon after our engagement, Darlene told me she wanted to examine the manly equipment I
was bringing to our union. We were in the kitchen of her condominium apartment.
"I want to take a good look at you," she said, pulling out a magnifying glass.
"Let me see your penis and testicles."
I put my hand on my belt buckle. We had just finished watching MOONLIGHTING WIVES, an old
soft-core movie about a suburban call-girl ring. It was hokey but showed a lot of great
1960s lingerie. Throughout the film, we`d been necking and petting.
"Here? Right now?" I said.
"Yes, darling. Take off your pants, please."
Darlene was a such formidable woman. There was no question but that she knew what she was
doing. She led me over to the sofa in the living room, where I removed my shirt, trousers,
and boxer shorts.
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