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It was lunchtime, and Marissa collected her lunch bag from under her desk and made her way to the employee cafeteria. After heating her Tupperware container of leftovers, she joined a few of her coworkers at one of the tables. The women were deeply engrossed in a sexual conversation. Margie and Thelma, two other phone reps, were discussing different positions and which they liked best. Marissa listened but did not want to get involved in this particular topic. She was surprised to learn these women actually seemed to like sex. Marissa didn’t care for it and couldn’t imagine going out of her way to get a man’s attention.

“Marissa, you haven’t said anything yet. We need a tiebreaker vote. What’s your favorite position—missionary or doggy style?” Margie asked suggestively. Thelma turned to Marissa to await her answer.

She kept her head bowed toward her plate. She didn’t care for Margie putting her on the spot that way. Now they were waiting for her to say something. Without looking up, she mumbled, “Sex is overrated.”

“Overrated?” Thelma asked, laughing. “Girl, what are you talking about?”

“I just don’t think it’s all you are making it out to be. It’s all about the man anyway,” she mumbled and shoved some food into her mouth so it gave her an excuse not to say any more.

Margie and Thelma exchanged quizzical looks. They knew Marissa was married, and she did seem like a timid creature, but this was the new millennium, and women were in control of their sexuality.

“Marissa, sex is not all about what a man wants anymore. Don’t you read books or magazines even? Women have been getting their groove on for years now,” Thelma said.

The panicked look on Marissa’s face caused Margie to interject quickly. “Look, nobody’s gonna tell your husband anything. This is a woman thing, girl. You get to have your needs satisfied, too. There are some men out there who don’t care about their woman’s satisfaction, but you have to tell him what pleases you and what you want.”

Marissa realized she’d opened Pandora’s box with her comments, and it was too late to pretend she hadn’t said them. Maybe these women could give her some advice on how to make sex better with Toby. He always complained she was boring in bed and she should be grateful he even had sex with her. If she were better at it, then maybe he would be nicer to her.

“My husband says as long as I please him and make him happy, then I should be happy. I am supposed to get my pleasure from his enjoyment,” she explained.

“No, no, and no,” Thelma said emphatically. “He tells you that so you won’t want to enjoy it. It’s a control thing. He probably isn’t all that good. And forgive me for saying so, but if you really got your world rocked, it would be all over for him. ’Cause obviously he can’t take you there.”

“Sex is a good thing, girl. It’s fun for the man and the woman,” Margie chimed in. “Have you ever looked at another man and thought what it might be like to climb on top of him and…” She shoved her hand in her mouth and pretended she was biting it as she twirled her head around and growled for effect.

Thelma reached over and nearly shoved Margie off her chair. “Stop it! You’ll end up scaring the kid. I’m going to bring you a magazine tomorrow, and I want you to read some of the stories in it. Then we can talk some more. I gotta get back to work. Tomorrow,” she said as she put her containers back inside her lunch bag and pointed at Marissa.

Marissa nodded her head in agreement. She was curious about the sexual pleasures these women spoke of. Her mother never spoke of sex with her, and she had been a virgin when she met Toby. All she knew she learned from Toby. He told her what pleased him but never asked what she wanted. She didn’t know he was supposed to.

The following day Thelma dropped a couple of magazines on Marissa’s desk. One was a magazine of romance stories, another was a magazine of erotic tales, and the third was a Playgirl magazine. Marissa quickly shoved them in the top drawer of her desk. Between calls she would peer inside the drawer but couldn’t see very much. She waited eagerly for her first break. Slipping the Playgirl into her purse, she headed for the seclusion of the ladies’ room. She breathed a deep sigh of relief to find the restroom empty. She walked quickly to the last stall and slipped inside. Stealthily, though no one could see her, she removed the magazine from her purse. Seated on the toilet she quietly flipped through the pages. She was afraid at first to look at the naked men in the pictures. Toby was the only man she’d ever seen naked. These men were handsome and boldly displaying their genitals. Her fingers lightly touched the images of their bodies on the page. As she continued to slowly peruse the pages, she began to feel an unfamiliar tingling between her thighs. Embarrassed and alarmed by the sensations, she closed the magazine firmly and put it back in her purse. She glanced at her watch. She was late.

It seemed an interminable amount of time between her first break and lunch. Finally the clock showed twelve thirty. She added the other two magazines to the one in her purse, collected her lunch, and headed for the cafeteria.

Thelma and Margie were waiting for her at the table. She greeted them both and sat down. “Well?” Margie asked. She couldn’t wait to hear what Marissa thought.

Marissa felt the heat rise in her cheeks. “I didn’t get to look at them all. I was busy this morning,” she explained as she pulled the magazines from her purse and put them on the table.

Thelma reached across the table and picked up the magazine of erotic tales. She flipped through a couple of pages to a particularly hot story and set it in front of Marissa. “Read this page,” she said.

Marissa put down her sandwich and began reading at the top of the page. It was a scene of a man and woman in a hot tub. The scene was very detailed and descriptive, from the moment their bathing suits came off in the hot tub to the moment the woman screamed in ecstasy at the end. Marissa squirmed in her seat. Why was her body reacting this way? Her mind wandered to the photos of naked men. She imagined them in this story. She couldn’t stop the images from crowding her mind. Her body ached in places it never ached before. Agitated, she closed the magazine.

“What’s wrong?” Margie asked. She was disturbed by the look on Marissa’s face. This was all in fun, an attempt to show her what she was missing. Instead she looked sad and unhappy.

“Nothing,” Marissa replied and shoved her uneaten sandwich back into her lunch bag. Her appetite was gone. She was smart enough to know this story excited her. Just like the woman in the hot tub who craved fulfillment, her body wanted something, too. Her body was talking to her. “Can I keep these a little while longer?” she asked.

“Sure,” Thelma replied. “I’ve read them a hundred times. As a matter of fact, why don’t you keep them? I get new ones every month anyway.”

“Thanks,” Marissa said as she put them back in her purse and collected her lunch bag. She returned the magazines to her desk drawer. There was no way she could take them home.

Over the next several days, Marissa spent her lunch hours alone in the seclusion of her car. She read the romantic ones with mild sensual stories and she read the more graphic erotic tales. She finally realized Toby was a selfish lover. He did not care for her pleasure at all. Marissa wanted to experience the reckless abandon the women in these stories experienced. She wanted someone to take her to the heights of passion, and she did not want it to be Toby.

Two months later, Marissa sat nervously in a hotel room and waited for a perfect stranger to show up. She was dressed seductively in a filmy black negligee. To prepare for the evening, she’d taken a leisurely bath and perfumed her body in all the secret places she’d been reading about. Scented candles were placed strategically around the room. There was an open bottle of wine on the dresser. She’d already drunk one glass to settle her nerves.

Toby was out of town on business. He’d checked in earlier in the evening and told her he was going out with a few clients. She forwarded the house phone calls to her cell phone just in case, but she doubted he would call again tonight. It would never occur to him she might leave the house. The LCD on the clock showed 9:29. A soft knock sounded at the door.

Her hands began to shake. She rose from the bed and clenched and unclenched her fists to stop the shaking. She peered through the peephole in the door. There was a man on the other side, but the magnifying glass distorted his image. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

Oh, my, she thought as her heartbeat accelerated with excitement. He was better looking than the men in those magazines, and so tall. He was wearing an open-collared, white silk, button-down shirt, tan trousers, and brown shoes.

“Hi,” she said breathlessly and allowed him to enter the room.

Trevor surveyed the candles, wine, and filmy negligee. There was a small white envelope on the corner of the dresser. She was obviously ready for the evening. “Hello,” he replied. “This is a very romantic setting. Is that what you want? Romance?”

“Yes,” she answered and looked away, embarrassed by her desires. She tried to forget she was paying him to be here. Was she supposed to say more? Would she have to tell him what to do? All these questions were filtering through her mind, and she wasn’t paying attention to him.

He walked up behind her and slipped his arm around her waist. He lifted her hair from the back of her neck and kissed her nape softly. She smelled good. Slowly he turned her in his arms and brought his mouth down upon hers.

Marissa fought the desire to faint. His mouth was so sweet, and he tasted so good. She eagerly inserted her tongue into his mouth. This oral exploration was new to her. The sensations running up and down her spine were new. She welcomed all feelings.

Trevor’s hand lightly cupped her breast through the negligee. Her nipples were erect and craving for attention from his lips. He did not deprive them or her of the glorious sensation of his mouth on their rigid peaks.

Marissa lost herself in her desire for fulfillment. The fact that this man was not her husband didn’t matter. Toby never touched her like this. He never turned her body to liquid fire like this man. At this moment, she was all that mattered. What she wanted and was getting right now. She raised her arms as he slowly undressed her by pulling the negligee above her head. With her arms raised in the air, he kissed the firm skin of the inside of her upper arm. Lightly he ran his tongue along the smooth, baby-soft skin.

Marissa’s body buckled at the strange sensation. She stood naked before him, but he did not allow her time to dwell on this. His tongue continued down the length of her arm to her wrist. He planted a few soft, feathery kisses there and then more on her fingers. Gently he pulled her fingers into his mouth and sucked them. His mouth was warm and wet. He bent down and scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.

She lay supine in the middle of the bed and watched him as he undressed. His body was gorgeous, and she never thought she would find a man’s body attractive. When he slipped out of his boxers, a nervous fluttering of doubt crept back into her mind. She was about to allow this stranger uninhibited access to her body, a body only her husband had touched before.

Trevor joined her on the bed and leaned on one elbow as he placed his hand on her rib cage. He could feel she was tense and nervous. Her eyes were like giant saucers of indecision. His fingers lightly drew circles around her belly button and moved upward toward her heaving breasts.

She fought the insane desire to giggle as he tickled her belly button. Her special place was tingling, and she could feel his naked stick on her leg. He’s going to put that in me, she thought wildly. He’s going to put that in me. Toby’s gonna be so mad.

He kissed her ear and pulled the soft, fleshy lobe into his mouth. At the same time his hand slid down into the soft, curly hairs protecting her vulva. Expertly parting her nether lips, he brushed the tiny protrusion.

Marissa’s body jerked violently at the strange sensation created by his fingers. Instantly she felt unidentifiable moisture between her legs and jumped off the bed.

“Hey,” Trevor called to her as she darted away. “You okay?”

“Gotta pee,” she mumbled and closed the bathroom door.

She sat down quickly on the toilet to relieve herself, but nothing came out. She rubbed herself with her fingers and they were wet; she smelled her fingers, and they did not smell like pee. Hmmm, she thought. What is this? Gingerly she slipped and rubbed the same spot he had and got that strange feeling again. Suddenly she remembered the book said something like this was supposed to happen when her body was getting ready for the man to enter her. Or maybe she had just had an orgasm? Had she come that fast? She didn’t know. She never had this happen with Toby. He always complained she was too dry. He was always spitting on her so he could shove his thing inside.

Trevor meanwhile was ready to get on with the process. He hadn’t planned to be here all day. “Hey, sweetheart, are you coming back to bed?”

She took a deep breath and opened the door sheepishly. She didn’t want to appear as naive as she knew she must appear right now. Slowly she climbed back into the bed next to him and lay on her back with her eyes closed. His man stick was rubbing on her thigh again.

“Sweetheart, this is not an execution. I’m here because you called me, remember? Open your eyes,” he commanded softly as he began to nibble on her ear again.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, afraid to look at him. He took her hand and placed it on his stiffening rod. “Look at me,” he whispered.

Her eyes moved down to her hand as she opened and closed her fist tentatively around his pulsating dick. She felt his hand move toward her special place again, and she was once again getting tingly and wet. Her grip tightened nervously around his manhood.

He delicately extricated himself from her death grip and positioned himself between her legs. He pushed gently at first, expecting resistance, but her pussy was so slick with her own juice he slipped right in at full mast.

“Oh, my, oh, my,” she breathed as her body was suddenly filled with a thick, pulsing fullness.

He began slowly at first, trying to get her to follow a rhythm, but she couldn’t, wouldn’t, or didn’t know how. Finally he placed his hands on her ass and guided the movements of her hips.

“Oh, my, oh, my,” she kept murmuring over and over. Her body was screaming, and she couldn’t contain all the feelings racing through her. She was hot and flushed. He felt so good. His man stick felt so good sliding in and out of her special place. She couldn’t think straight.

He knelt on the bed and pulled her hips up to his thighs. His pace quickened as this position allowed him to pleasure her with long, deep strokes. It was time to wrap things up here. He moistened his fingers and flicked her throbbing clit, at the same time continuing to ply her with deep, fast stroking.

Marissa thrashed wildly in the bed. Her head was about to explode, and she couldn’t bear the feelings rushing through her body. “Oh, my god, oh, my god! Sweet Jesus!” she screamed as heat flushed from the top of her head and gushed out of her special place like a wave crashing ashore. She continued to whimper softly as her body collapsed deep into the mattress.

Trevor, who’d timed his own release with hers, smiled to himself. He doubted she’d even realized he’d come. She was a noisy little heifer. He exited the bed as quickly as he could and took a quick shower.

Marissa had a true sexual awakening that afternoon. As she lay reposed in the middle of the bed, exhausted, drained, and thoroughly fucked, tears flowed from her eyes—tears of joy, tears of wonderment, and finally tears of satisfaction. As she watched him walk out the door, she knew she wanted more. She made a decision: she would have more of him.

Two hours later Marissa was home cooking dinner when Toby arrived in an unexpectedly cheerful mood. He swooped into the kitchen and grabbed her around the waist. Then he planted a firm kiss right on her astonished open lips. He waved a piece of paper in front of her face and danced a little jig around the kitchen. “I’ve got great news, Mo,” he said.

Stunned by this new Toby, she weighed her words before she spoke, not wanting to break the spell of this moment. “You look so happy, honey. What’s the news?”

“First, I got that promotion I been wanting for two years. They finally saw the light and gave me what I deserve. ’Bout damn time, too. And secondly, I get to go to New York for four weeks of training,” he said and continued his gleeful dance.

“New York?” she queried. Her mind tried to digest the information. Number one, Toby would be out of her hair for a month. Yippee, hooray for the break. Two, he was sure to get mugged, lost, or possibly end up dead on some New York City street. His dumb country ass had never been out of Bumble-fuck, Illinois. She could never even get him to take her into Chicago. He claimed he hated big cities, and now he was happy to go to New York.

“Yeah, New York, baby! We’re staying at one of them big hotels in Manhattan. Can you imagine? Me, in New York? Woo-wee! I’m gonna have a good time.”

There was only one question left to ask, and she knew he would expect her to ask it. If she didn’t, he would get suspicious. With as much feigned sincerity as she could muster, she asked, “Can I go, too? Not for the whole time. I mean, I know we can’t afford that, but maybe I could join you for a weekend or something?”

Toby stopped dancing long enough to take a cold, hard look at his wife. Ain’t no way in hell he was dragging her along on this trip. His boss even told him it was okay to make plans for her to come up on the weekends, and they would pay for it. But she wasn’t about to spoil his escape. He’d been hearing from some of the other guys about all the sweet pussy he could find in New York, and some of it free if you was willing to pay the cost of dinner. Shee-it! He’d been saving up for just this little vacation away from her whiny ass. He tried his best to look disappointed when he replied, “I’m sorry, babe. I did ask about you, ’cause I know you ain’t been nowhere neither. But they said not this time, ’cause it was training and all. I gotta really concentrate and learn the job.”

She breathed a silent sigh of relief before replying. “I understand, Toby. I want you to do well at this new job. I’m so happy for you. Just be careful in New York, okay?” She gave him a quick hug and then returned to cooking dinner.

A satisfied gleam crossed his face as he headed toward the bedroom. He knew she wouldn’t complain; she never did. He was going to the Big Apple for a good time without her.

As Marissa stirred the pasta sauce, her mind drifted back to earlier in the day. Steve was a wonderful lover, and now she knew how an orgasm really felt. His hands were magic, and she was getting moist just thinking about those hands roaming all over her body. Toby turned on the shower in the bathroom, and his off-key baritone could be heard all the way to the kitchen. She’d gone to Chicago all by herself today, and it wasn’t nearly as bad as Toby wanted her to believe. She giggled with guilty pleasure. She wondered how many times she could see Steve in the next four weeks.