12 comments/ 23144 views/ 1 favorites Bedroom Conversations Ch. 02 By: LynnGKS My name is Tom Rogers and I am 46 years old. My wife Peggy and I have been married since my third year of medical school. I am presently a practicing gynecologist at the Collins Clinic in Springfield Missouri. My marriage to Peggy is a good one. She is a wonderful wife, with only one fault – an obsessive desire to gossip with several other wives about the personal lives of the members of the club. Each evening in bed she regales me with stories from her luncheon group, her bridge group and the gals she sits around the pool with. All they talk about is sex. I suppose I should thank my lucky stars that she's just talking about it – not doing it! Peggy has a good life, but she earned it by working as a nurse to get me through medical school and residency, while raising two great kids at the same time. She worked her ass off! Now that the kids are in college, she's entitled to a little relaxation. Even so, she engages in a lot of ugly gossip. The ringleader, if there is one, is Lois, who is married to the head of pharmacy at the Clinic. She has somehow figured out a way to find out every medicine everyone is taking – from daughters on birth control pills to husbands on erectile dysfunction tablets. MONDAY NIGHT IN BED We lay there quietly. Both of us had had a hard day. The bedroom was pitch dark as usual and I was ready for sleep, but I knew we would have our usual talk first. "Any news?" Peggy asked. "I got a call from Rich Ames today. He wanted to thank me for the letter of recommendation I sent to his new clinic director. He's applying for academic privileges at the school. I think he'll do well in Kirksville. His divorce will be final in a few days." "At least he dumped that slut wife," Peggy said. Rich had divorced Carolyn for having sex parties with graduate students ten years younger than she was and Peggy hated her guts. I didn't want to tell her but I knew she'd find out sooner or later. "Carolyn got a job." "Who the hell would hire the bitch? The only skill she has is fucking!" Peggy was angry. She got angry every time she thought about Carolyn Ames and the way she had cheated on her husband Rich. "Well, the clinic hired her as a receptionist in the main lobby," I said and waited for the explosion. Peggy sat up in bed and shouted. "The Collins Clinic hired that whore? I do not believe this! Who made that decision?" The room was pitch-dark but I knew exactly what Peggy's face looked like – red with rage. "Larry Morris hired her," I said and awaited another explosion. "Larry Morris is not even a doctor!" Peggy shouted. "That's true, but he's the head of clinic administration and that's who all the non-medical people work for and he's the one that does the hiring." Peggy laid her head back on the pillow and sighed, "Does he know she's a whore?" "He knows Rich divorced her for adultery." "There's only one reason he would hire her," Peggy said with determination. "He wants to fuck her! And Larry Morris is married and he belongs to the club and his wife, Marie, plays bridge in my group and Larry is almost sixty and Marie is fifty-five and Larry wants to fuck a thirty-five year old slut." "Honey, please," I said softly, "you're jumping to conclusions. Maybe he ..." "Wait till I tell my luncheon group about this tomorrow," Peggy said menacingly. Like alerting the Gestapo I thought. Poor Larry and Carolyn are gonna be watched by a bunch of sharp eyed hussies – like field mice are watched by hawks. "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." TUESDAY NIGHT IN BED Peggy had a determined look on her face when I turned out the light on the bedside table. "I knew it," Peggy said. "Knew what?" I asked. "The gals in my luncheon group all agree that Larry Morris wants to fuck Carolyn Ames," she said with determination. "That makes it true?" I asked. "I might make a mistake, but all six of us cannot be wrong! He wants to fuck the bitch." I almost said something about the girls, but I bit my tongue. "We've got to figure out what to do about Marie," Peggy continued. "She's gonna find out about this sooner or later." "Let me get this straight. Six old broads ... " "We are NOT old broads!" Peggy interrupted. "Excuse me. Six nice ladies sat around a luncheon table and talked about what to do about a woman who is married to a guy you THINK wants to screw the clinic receptionist?" "That's exactly what we talked about, and we don't THINK, we KNOW. We decided to do two things. First we are gonna work with Larry's secretary to keep an eye on Larry – Margie knows Donna real well. And second we are gonna alert Marie that there may be a problem down the road." "At least it will give the 'girls' something to do," I said with a sigh. "You girls sure enjoy that kind of work." "It's necessary work," Peggy said. "Someone has to do it. Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." WEDNESDAY NIGHT IN BED A WEEK LATER Peggy and I lay quietly in the darkness. Finally she spoke. "We were wrong!" She said. "He's not fucking her. She's sucking him off." "Can you break that down for me," I asked in a pleading voice. "Carolyn Ames is sucking off Larry Morris several times a week in his office. We got his secretary to keep watch. Donna pretended to go to lunch as usual but hid in an adjoining room. Carolyn Ames showed up and spent a half hour in Larry's office." "Donna cracked the door just a tad and she saw Larry sitting in that big leather chair, leaning back with his eyes closed, and his pants at half-mast. Carolyn Ames was on her knees sucking his dick. And she was doing him deep throat!" "I'll be damned," I said. "It's a quid pro quo." "Yeah," said Peggy. "The quid is a NEW job and the quo is a BLOW job." "So now what?" I asked. "The bridge table is joining the luncheon group tomorrow and we're gonna discuss it with Marie and find out what she wants to do." "Let me see if I understand this," I said. "A dozen women are gonna sit around a table over lunch and discuss what to do about one of the wives whose husband is getting blowjobs from the clinic receptionist. And this is gonna stay reasonably private?" "No! You always exaggerate!" Peggy said angrily. "Not a dozen. There'll only be nine of us. And it will stay private ... well ... probably ... mostly private." "I can't wait to hear what happens," I said. "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." THURSDAY NIGHT IN BED A WEEK LATER I had waited over a week with some enthusiasm to hear what "the girls" had decided to do about Larry Morris getting regular blowjobs from Carolyn Ames. Peggy didn't disappoint me, even though I had to wait a while to find out. "We're not gonna do anything," Peggy said. "Just let Larry keep getting sucked off." "And why did you decide on that?" I asked. "Marie says it has greatly improved his attitude. He's not moody. He's more cheerful. And he still fucks Marie every Saturday night and he's more enthusiastic about that. Blowjobs seem to be doing him good and Marie hates to give blowjobs." "Why am I having trouble understanding this?" I asked. "Because you don't understand women," Peggy said. "Darling I have been told by dozens of women that my understanding of women is exceptional," I said. "Okay, then, you don't understand SOME women," Peggy said. "Look at it from Marie's point of view. Hubby is in a much better mood. He is a much better fuck. She doesn't have to suck him off – a slutty bitch is doing that for her – doing him deep throat which Marie can't do. And she can end it any time she wants by just walking in on him with his pants at half-mast and his dick in another woman's mouth." I thought about it. Well it did make some sense I suppose. Then I said the wrong thing. I thought I was joking but Peggy took it seriously. "It improved his attitude? Darling, do you think my attitude might improve if ..." I got no further with that thought! "Don't even think about going there you horny bastard! I had enough of that with that Detweiler bitch!" At least she had the decency to laugh and start tickling my balls. Maybe she got my message. When I felt her lips on my cock I realized that she had gotten the message. MONDAY NIGHT IN BED A WEEK LATER Finally I had some good news for Peggy. "Rich's replacement was interviewed today. His name's Rusty Embly. I'm on the committee and so is Pamela Grassley." "I know – I had lunch with Pam and I'm already getting phone calls" "Phone calls?" "Yeah. Gail says the unmarried nurses are all on red alert – he's single and he's a doll!" "I didn't notice that." I said. "I'm glad you didn't," Peggy said sarcastically. "I don't want that kind of male flesh to attract your attention." "Pam was on the committee that interviewed him. She didn't seem too impressed with him," I said. "Good!" Peggy said firmly. "Good? Not impressed? Why is that good?" I asked, puzzled that Pam was not impressed. "It's good because Pam told me today at lunch that just looking at him made her pants get wet and she was trying to look kinda neutral so she wouldn't get that star-struck twinkle in her eye that tells a guy a girl wants to fuck." "She likes him?" I asked. "She wants to fuck him. But more than that she wants to catch him. He's the first potential husband she's seen since she came to Springfield," Peggy said. "She wants to tie him up and check him out to see if he is for real." "Tie him up? Check him out. Let me get this straight. You and Pam talked about ways to entrap Rusty Embly?" I was shocked. Well maybe not shocked but at least surprised. "Not exactly entrap, but ... well ... you're getting the general idea." "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." THURSDAY NIGHT IN BED I turned out the light and we lay in the darkness for only a moment before Peggy spoke. "We have a problem," said Peggy. "A problem? What problem?" I said. "He's fucking that bitch!" "Who's fucking which bitch?" I said. "Rusty Embly is fucking Carolyn Ames," Peggy said with certainty. "I knew the bitch would try to get him in the sack but I didn't expect it this soon. She drove him around Springfield on Monday and Tuesday and then she fucked him Tuesday night at his hotel and Wednesday night at her apartment." "How the hell do you know that? What the hell do you girls do, hire private detectives?" "Her car was not at her apartment parking lot Tuesday night and his rental car was in her parking lot Wednesday night. She's a whore so there's only one conclusion." "How the hell can you know about everybody's automobiles?" I asked in amazement. "There's six or eight of us. We just drive around and check things out and make a few phone calls and take a few notes and then meet at the club and exchange information." The Springfield SS – the Gestapo! I thought. "So now what?" I asked. "Pam and I had a long talk." "Is she giving up on Rusty?" I asked. "Giving up?" Peggy responded. "Of course not. No more than I gave up on you when you started fucking Gladys Detweiler and the bitch was sucking your cock. Guys fuck sluts – gals have to learn to deal with that. In fact I told Pam all about Gladys Detweiler." "You what?" I shouted. "I told her about that Detweiler bitch. I wanted her to understand that even the nicest guy will fuck a whore if that whore is good at something special – like the Detweiler bitch was good at sucking cock. So Pam and I had a long talk about cock sucking." "I'm having trouble believing this," I said. "You had a long talk about cock sucking while you had lunch in the dining room?" "We did. Do you remember when we were dating and I started sucking your cock?" Peggy said. "Yes I remember that." "Do you remember that you didn't ask me to suck you off? It was my idea?" "Ah ... not exactly," I said trying to remember our experiences together twenty-four years ago. "Well I started after my room mate Sally told me about her brother's experience fucking Gladys Detweiler. I had never sucked a cock before and Sally had to explain some things to me. It wasn't easy and it wasn't fun, but it was necessary. If that Detweiler bitch was blowing you I had to do it too." "Well, I ... " I did not know quite what to say. "Fortunately," Peggy continued, "Pam has experience sucking cocks. She doesn't particularly like to suck cocks, but she says she's pretty good at it if they're not the big ones – monster cocks she calls the big ones. The problem is we don't know how big Rusty Embly's cock is." "Well," I said in a serious tone of voice, "I don't think that was listed on his Curriculum Vitae." "Don't be sarcastic," Peggy said. "This is important. But Pam is still better off than I was because I never had the opportunity to suck any cocks before I met you." "The opportunity?" I asked. "You know what I mean!" Peggy said. "Anyway we're getting ahead of ourselves. We have to set up a date between Pam and Rusty. The best way to do that is for us to have a party at the club for the two new members of the clinic, Rusty and Pam, and invite a few clinic members and their wives. We'll seat everybody as couples so Rusty and Pam will sit together quite naturally and they'll talk and maybe set up a date." "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." FRIDAY NIGHT IN BED TWO WEEKS LATER Peggy's voice was harsh and critical in the pitch-dark bedroom. "It's settled down to a routine now. Three times a week," Peggy said. "Three time a week?" I asked. "The bitch is sucking off Larry three times a week during her lunch hour. She's on a liquid diet for lunch – a thick, white, creamy, liquid diet," Peggy said. "Look, Peggy, I don't care what Carolyn or Larry are doing. That's their business. You said that Marie doesn't care. Why should WE?" "Because Carolyn's a whore and she's probably gonna start fucking Rusty again when he starts work at the clinic. When is that anyway?" Peggy asked. "Almost two weeks from now. Have you set up the dinner party for Rusty and Pam?" "I'll do that next week," Peggy said. "Look Tom, I really want to get Rusty and Pam together. She's a nice girl. She needs a nice guy." "You're having lunch with her a lot," I said. "Yeah," said Peggy. "Her practice is growing well. She thinks you are a very wonderful man – she keeps telling me how lucky I am. She still can't figure how I got you when all the other gals were after you and that Detweiler bitch was giving you all the pussy you needed." I laughed. "How DID you get me – I forget." "At the time I thought it was because I started sucking your cock and pumping my ass real good. But as I got older I figured out the real reason." "Oh?" I said. "And what was that?" "Because you're a really nice man," she said sweetly. "Not the kind of man to marry a whore. And you saw me as a really nice girl – the kind you wanted to marry." "Does that mean you don't have to suck me off any more?" I asked laughing. "You bastard! I sucked you off just last week!" Peggy said angrily. "That was THREE weeks ago," I reminded her. "Okay, three weeks ago, but at least I still pump my ass for you," Peggy said, laughing. "Actually, Dear, I think you are doing that mainly for yourself!" I said. "Maybe. Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." SATURDAY NIGHT IN BED TWO WEEKS LATER I turned out the lights and crawled in bed, wondering what Peggy was going to say about our dinner party. We had just returned from the club where we entertained several couples from the clinic plus Rusty Embly, who had started work earlier this week, and Pam Grassley, who had joined the clinic three months ago. Peggy had carefully arranged the seating so that Pam was seated next to Rusty. "What did you think?" Peggy asked me. "I thought the party went well," I said. "Both Pam and Rusty seemed to get along well with the senior clinic doctors we invited." "I mean what did you think about Pam and Rusty?" "They seemed to get along well together," I said. "You heard me invite them to the club tomorrow afternoon, didn't you?" Peggy asked. "I heard you. Why did you do that?" "You've seen her tits! In fact you spent most of an afternoon playing with them a couple of months ago," Peggy said with a laugh. "I wanted Rusty to see those tits in a bikini." "I wasn't playing with her tits," I said, defensively. "We've been all through this whole thing and ..." Peggy started laughing. "I know baby I know. I'm just kidding. Pam talked about you being the most professional of professionals when you examined her. She keeps telling me how lucky I am to have you. She's hoping Rusty will be like you." "Anyway," Peggy continued, "I want Rusty to ask Pam out to dinner and maybe develop an interest in her. "Well, good luck on that," I said. "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." MONDAY NIGHT IN BED ONE MONTH LATER "I had lunch with Pam today." "How is your campaign to entrap Rusty Embly proceeding?" I said with a chuckle. "We are not trying to entrap him! Rusty has taken Pam out to dinner several times, always to nice places and the third date he kissed her goodnight," Peggy said. "That sounds like progress." "Yeah but it's not easy. Pam is horny as hell. She hasn't been fucked in three months. Taking her time is difficult. And we still don't know how big his dick is." "His dick?" I asked. "You don't remember a thing I tell you!" Peggy said angrily. "That Ames bitch is deep throating Larry Morris three times a week. Rusty is going over to her place twice a week to fuck her and that's bad news." "She's a busy girl." "SHES A WHORE!" Peggy shouted. "Are you girls following everybody around?" I asked. "Don't be ridiculous. We just check out apartment parking lots and Donna keeps watch on Larry." "Jesus!" I said. "But there is some good news," Peggy said. "What's the good news?" I asked. "First, Rusty never takes Carolyn any place where he might be seen – always to a restaurant outside of town. That means he's only dating her for easy pussy. Second we know how much deep throat the bitch can do." "I'm afraid to ask how you girls found that out," I said acting shocked. "Larry has a six inch cock. That's not small, but it's not a monster either," said Peggy. "Who measured it?" I said laughing. "Very funny! Ha-ha," said Peggy. "We asked his wife Marie, of course." "Pam said she can handle six inches, but not much more than that," Peggy said. "But we still don't know what Rusty is carrying between his legs. So now we're trying to decide when she should fuck him." "Let me get this straight. Your luncheon group is sitting around a table at the club trying to decide when Dr. Pamela Grassley should fuck Dr. Rusty Embly?" "My luncheon group, and of course my bridge group," Peggy said. "Yes we are talking about when would be best. This is important so don't get sarcastic." "And Pam is listening to your opinions?" "She is. This is a small town. Rusty grew up in a small town. Pam doesn't want to come across as ... well, as too easy ... you know. On the other hand she doesn't want him to think she doesn't like him. It's a difficult decision." "Pam's upset," Peggy continued, "because she can't just screw him casually, like she would at the university. I told her she needs to act like a lady – one he might want to marry." "What did Pam say to that?" I asked. "She practically screamed at me. 'How the hell do you get a man interested in you if you act like a lady all the time? How do I get his attention?'" "Then she asked me how I got your attention." "What did you tell her?" I asked. "The truth." "The truth? What truth?" I asked. "I said I got your attention by stripping down and fucking you in the back seat of a beat up old Plymouth and learning to suck cock." Bedroom Conversations Ch. 02 "My God! You didn't tell her that!" I said, shocked. "I did." Peggy said. "That's the way girls talk about serious stuff – like catching a man. But then Pam said 'He's got first date pussy standing in line!' And I've talked to Gail and she's right." "What does that mean exactly?" I asked. "It means," Peggy said patiently, "that Gail knows at least three nurses who can't wait for Rusty to ask them out on a date. Gail thinks they will fuck him the first chance they get." "This thing is like a soap opera," I said. "Good night Dear." "But it's real! Good night Dear." MONDAY NIGHT IN BED ONE MONTH LATER I lay in the darkness thinking about my wife and her friends collecting information on the clinic's new invasive cardiologist, Rusty Embly, and our new surgeon, Pamela Grassley. Peggy kept me informed about what "the girls" had learned. This was becoming the center of gossip for her luncheon group. It was like I was watching a daytime soap opera. "What happened at lunch today?" I asked. "Bad news and even more bad news," said Peggy. "Give me the first bad news first," I said. "Rusty and Carolyn took a weekend trip together. We don't know where." "How do you know they left town?" I asked, knowing that "the girls" were watching both Rusty and Pam like hawks. "Pam's car was in her lot and she was not at home and Rusty's car was gone all weekend. They must have taken a trip." Damn I thought. This is what a small town full of nosey wives is like! Pam was not gonna like this. Rusty knew Carolyn was a whore so he never took her any place where he would be seen – he probably thought no one knew he was fuckin her. Of course every lady at the club knew, including the young surgeon he was starting to get serious about. This is a crazy situation I thought. I remembered Peggy reminding me of Gladys Detweiler, a sorority sister of hers who I had fucked twenty-four years ago. I had no idea that Peggy knew about her until she surprised me with that information twenty-four years later. Maybe if Pam and Rusty get married the same thing might happen to him. I chuckled. "What's so funny?" Peggy asked. "The way you girls keep track of everything," I said, not wanting to raise the subject of Gladys Detweiler. "What's the more bad news?" "The more bad news is that Rusty still has at least three horny nurses flirting and trying to get his attention. Gail's told me all about them. They think he's a doll." "What's wrong with that?" I asked. "They're NOT whores is what's wrong with that," Peggy said. "They are probably nice girls interested in marrying a good-looking doctor. They are a much bigger problem than that Ames bitch – he'll never get serious about her. He'll just fuck her!" I chuckled. "Whores are a problem and nice girls are an even bigger problem. Are Rusty and Pam dating regularly?" "Yeah," said Peggy, "and she invites him in for a drink and a little ... well ... romance. He likes her boobs. But she hasn't fucked him yet." "I can't wait to hear the end of this story. Good night Dear," I said. "Good night Dear." TUESDAY NIGHT IN BED Peggy broke the silence in the darkness. "I had lunch with Gail today," she said. I knew exactly what was coming next. I had seen Carolyn Ames this morning for a bout of cystitis, probably related to an unusually large amount of sexual activity over the weekend. "The girls" had been right about Carolyn and Roger taking a weekend trip together. "Oh? And what did you two talk about?" I asked innocently. "You know damn well what we talked about. That whore came to see you for cystitis this morning. Too much fucking over the weekend! The bitch!" "Well," I said, "you know I don't like to talk about my patients, but, yes, she had cystitis. Bride's cystitis, as some people call it." Peggy shouted in the darkness. "Bride's cystitis hell! Whore's cystitis is what it was." "But that's not all," Peggy said. "What Carolyn told Gail after you left the room was what worries me. There's good news and bad news." "Oh? And what is the bad news?" I asked. "She told Gail that her boyfriend was unusually large. Shit! If that's what Pam calls a monster cock it'll be too big for her to deep throat. But I'll bet that whore sucks it." "What is the good news?" I asked. "The bitch told Pam that Rusty made her shave her beaver," Peggy said. "He likes bare pussy. And you examined her! Why didn't you tell me she had shaved her beaver?" "You know I don't like to talk about my patients," I said. "You bastard! I'll bet you were disappointed when the bitch spread those long lovely legs and showed you a naked snatch." I chuckled. "I guess that means you regain your crown of having the hairiest pussy in Greene County." "You know I never worry about you, but I'm happy to regain my title. I had coffee with Pam this afternoon and told her the good and bad news. Pam's happy about Rusty's preference for shaved pussy because she shaves her own pussy. But she's upset about the dick. What did you do for the bitch?" "An oral broad spectrum and no sex for ten days," I said. "She can still suck off Larry," Peggy said, with a chuckle. "But Rusty will go without for over a week. Maybe now's the time for Pam to fuck him. I'll ask the girls at lunch tomorrow what they think." "I don't believe this is real. Too bad you didn't have a luncheon group to give you advice when we were dating," I said. "Advice wouldn't have done me any good. Once those soft hands of yours started creeping up my thighs I didn't have a chance. All I could do was giggle and spread my legs. You had me! I was in love with you, you bastard! You were gonna get all the pussy you wanted because I was afraid you'd dump me like you did so many other gals you dated." "Darling, I was in love with you too." "Yeah? Well not enough to keep you from fuckin that Detweiler bitch!" Peggy said harshly. "I DID quit fucking her!" I reminded Peggy. "Not until I promised to marry you and agreed to work nights as a nurse to pay for your medical books," Peggy said. Arguing with a woman was frustrating. Nothing they said was true or made any sense. "It wasn't that way at all! It was over a year till you graduated and started working as a nurse. We never talked about it when I proposed," I said, in helpless frustration. "You got me PREGNANT and made me work nights," Peggy almost shouted. "We wanted to have a baby. We were trying to have a baby. You wanted to keep working. I told you that you could quit any time." Nothing I said seemed to have any effect. Peggy stayed mad. "You even fucked her – with me watching from my window – the very night before you proposed to me," Peggy shouted. "And you had my ring in your pocket." "I didn't KNOW you were watching. It was only ... well, sorta ... well, sorta a good-bye fuck. And I was ..." "A GOOD-BYE FUCK? WHAT THE HELL IS A GOOD-BYE FUCK?" Peggy was screaming now. I gave up. Nothing I could say would fix this. "It was twenty-four years ago," I said helplessly. "Good night Dear." A long pause and then, "Good night Dear. WEDNESDAY NIGHT IN BED Today had been a hard day in the office. I lay in the darkness hoping to get a restful sleep. Peggy's voice was soft and she sounded nervous. "I hope we did the right thing." "The right thing?" I asked. "We talked it over today at lunch – all six of us. Then I had coffee with Pam this afternoon. We think she should fuck him this weekend. Rusty might be in the mood and they've been dating long enough and that bitch will still be getting treated for cystitis and Pam is so horny she can't wait any longer and ... well ... I just hope it's the right thing to do." Peggy was really worried about this. I was more amused than worried. Of course I hoped that both Rusty and Pam would have happy lives but it was not the central focus of my attention, as it was for Peggy and "the girls" at the club. "Well," I said, "all you can do is wish her luck." "They go out every Saturday night," Peggy said and then she laughed. "Just like WE did twenty-four years ago." "Did 'the girls' have any suggestions about the position they should use to fuck?" I said. Peggy's laugh vanished. "You're being sarcastic again. Dammit!" Peggy said. "This is serious. I think Pam is falling in love with him. She keeps talking about how nice he is and how considerate. Just like you. And they make a perfect pair – both are doctors so they understand the problems that doctors have." "But we still have a problem," Peggy continued. "What's that," I asked. "We don't know how big he is and whether Pam can do him deep throat. We don't even know if he likes it that way. But we DO know that the bitch he is fucking now is doing Larry Morris deep throat and Larry's got six inches." "Well dear," I said, "Pam will just have to work that out for herself." "Pam said she's gonna spray her throat just in case," Peggy said. "Spray her throat?" What was that all about I wondered? "Yeah," Peggy said. "Local anesthetic – you know – so she won't gag if ... well if he's real big." "You girls think of everything," I said laughing. "That was Pam's idea," Peggy said. "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." MONDAY NIGHT IN BED No sooner had I turned out the light than Peggy started talking and almost crying. "It was a disaster. An unmitigated disaster! I still can't believe it. And YOU, you bastard! You're going to laugh about it." "What exactly am I going to laugh at?" I asked genuinely puzzled. "What is this all about?" "It's about the date that Pam had with Rusty Saturday night," Peggy said. "She told me about it today and we both almost cried, sitting there in the coffee shop." This sounded serious. "Okay, I promise I won't laugh," I said. "That's a promise you won't be able to keep," Peggy said. "You won't keep the promise because you're a man and all men are bastards. Still, I gotta tell you." "Everything went perfectly Saturday night at dinner," Peggy said, "After Rusty took Pam back to her place, they sat on the couch, as usual, having a cordial, and kissing and, well you know – just like always." "Then Pam took Rusty by the hand and led him into her bedroom and they kissed some more and got undressed and into bed. She spread her legs and she was so wet he just slipped into her easily." "And then ... and then ... Oh shit! It hurts to think about it." "What hurts to think about?" I asked. "And then the phone rang! It was the ER. Pam was on surgical call this weekend!" I broke my promise. I laughed. In my head I saw Rusty Embly with a big hard on, lying on his belly between Pam's legs supporting himself on his arms. And Pam, her long, lovely legs up in the air straddling him, while she talked on the phone to the ER physician about a patient. I couldn't stop laughing as I tried to picture them in bed together. Did he stay in the saddle? Did he lose his erection? Did he roll off of her? "You bastard! I KNEW you'd laugh! It's not funny. Damn you!" Peggy had been about to cry and now she was furious. Furious at me! "What was the call about?" I asked, gaining a little control of myself. "An appendix – but not just an appendix," Peggy said. "It was retrocecal and complicated and she couldn't get to it with a scope so she had to do it open. And by the time she'd finished and got the patient to post-op, it was three AM!" "So that's what he was talking about today in the hall," I said. "What who was talking about?" Peggy asked. "The chief of surgery," I answered. "He stopped me in the hall today and told me my committee had done a great job in selecting the latest addition to our surgical staff. He said Pam was a very talented young surgeon. He must have been talking about that retrocecal she did over the weekend." Then I chuckled. "And he'd be even more impressed if he knew the conditions under which she was performing that operation." "It's not funny!" Peggy insisted. "Well that's what happens when you're married to a surgeon. It's happened to us a lot of times and ..." "But not when we're fucking! And most assuredly not when we were fucking for the first time!" "It was a good thing I didn't have a phone in that old Plymouth," I said. "Well what finally happened." "When Pam got back it was after three AM and Rusty had gone home. She went to sleep crying and slept five hours. Then she made rounds and called Rusty and he invited himself over. Pam was exhausted and she couldn't drink because she was still on call, but she gave him a blowjob on the couch and then they went into the bedroom and fucked." "How did all of that go?" I asked. "She said he had a big cock and pushed her head down to make her take it deep throat. She was barely able to do it – but she did it. She said it was the biggest cock she ever took deep throat." "That's sounds encouraging," I said. "Then what?" "He took her in the bedroom and as Pam said, 'He fucked my brains out!'" I laughed. "And Pam's got a lot of brains." "Don't laugh," Peggy said. "She's sore as hell and he's coming back tonight for more. I think not having that Ames bitch available built up his libido." "Well," I said, laughing, "that Ames bitch will be available next weekend." "That's not funny," Peggy said. "It will keep her ass in gear," I said laughing. "Like Gladys Detweiler kept your ass in gear." I was trying to be funny but the subject of Gladys Detweiler was not one that Peggy liked even after twenty-four years. "You bastard! All men are bastards," Peggy said. "Pam is serious about this guy." "Do you think he will get serious about her?" I asked. "Maybe," said Peggy. "I think she's got him hooked – but to reel him in is gonna take a hell of a lot of woman's work. She's got that Ames whore to worry about and at least three young, horny nurses. She's got woman's work to do to keep him satisfied if she's gonna reel him in." "Well I hope she keeps him satisfied." Pam was very impressed about the last thing he said to her just before he left," Peggy said. "What was that?" I asked. "He said, 'Years from now we're gonna laugh about this weekend.' Then she said it a second time very softly and then she asked me if I thought 'years from now' meant he thinks they'll still be together years from now? I think she's in love." "Maybe that's what he meant," I said. "I hope so. They'll make a nice couple." We lay in silence for a minute until Peggy spoke softly. "He's over there right now and she's sore but she needs to keep him satisfied so he won't go back to that Ames whore. That's woman's work." "Well you sure kept your ass in gear twenty-four years ago and you reeled me in." I realized she was thinking about us back then and what that young stud was doing to her friend at this very moment. I heard her breathing grow heavy and years of sleeping with this wonderful woman told me she was turning on. I waited till she spoke again. "Darling, my ass is still in gear." A nice invitation, I thought. I climbed into the saddle – she was wet. Let me see now, how do I want these long, lovely legs? Why not spread wide and high in the air? I like the way her feet bounce up and down when she pumps her ass. If Rusty is doing his job properly, there's another pair of long, lovely legs high in the air on the other side of town and another ass pumping. And I'll bet those feet are bouncing like hell! Bedroom Conversations Ch. 03 My name is Tom Rogers and I am 46 years old. My wife Peggy and I have been married since my third year of medical school. I am presently a practicing gynecologist at the Collins Clinic in Springfield Missouri. My marriage to Peggy is a good one. She is a wonderful wife, with only one fault -- an obsessive desire to gossip with several other wives about the personal lives of the members of the club. Each evening in bed she regales me with stories from her luncheon group, her bridge group and the gals she sits around the pool with. All they talk about is sex. I suppose I should thank my lucky stars that she's just talking about it -- not doing it! Peggy has a good life, but she earned it by working as a nurse to get me through medical school and residency, while raising two great kids at the same time. She worked her ass off! Now that the kids are in college, she's entitled to a little relaxation. MONDAY NIGHT IN BED I lay quietly in the dark afraid to tell Peggy about my telephone conversation today with the President of my graduating class. He had called and asked me to serve on the committee planning our twenty-fifth class reunion. It was going to be a big weekend event and we were hoping for a nice turnout. Our committee would have its first meeting next weekend in Columbia. It was a six-person committee and Sam read me the names he had selected. When he came to Bill Alpin I felt a cramp in my stomach. Bill was the class nerd and he had married Gladys Detweiler! Well, I thought, better get it over with. "I got a call from Sam today and he wants me to serve on a six man planning committee for our twenty-fifth class reunion," I said. "And he wants the wives to help out in the planning." "That's a nice compliment, dear. I'll be delighted to help. Who's on your committee?" I ran through the list, naming classmates Peggy knew: my former roommate, a lab partner in gross anatomy and another classmate. "That's only five," Peggy said, suspiciously. Was she in my head again? "Oh? I thought I named them all," I said nervously. "You named five, you bastard! And I think I know why! I can never figure out why you try to keep secrets from me. Your mind is like an open book. The sixth member is that nerd Bill Alpin isn't it?" Shit! How the hell does she do this? She gets inside my head. I have no privacy! "Oh," I said. "You're right dear. Bill Alpin is on the committee also." "And that nerd married Gladys Detweiler!" Peggy said in a determined voice. "You fucked that Detweiler bitch while you were dating me. She fucked half the guys in your med school class before she finally hooked that stupid nerd Bill Alpin." "Bill Alpin may be a nerd but he's not stupid," I said. "He wrote a computer program for robotic prostate surgery. You know sometimes that's better than conventional or laparoscopic surgery - six small incisions - great visualization of the surgical field and better nerve sparing. A lot of guys still get erections after surgery because of his work at Hopkins." Peggy chuckled. "If I was a guy I wouldn't let a robot programmed by that nerd anywhere close to my balls with a scalpel. Why did he marry that whore?" "He didn't know ... in fact he still doesn't know that Gladys was fucking all those guys," I said. "I saw that Detweiler bitch a year ago at the reunion. She's gotta weigh almost a hundred and fifty pounds now and I can't imagine a brassiere strong enough to hold up those big udders." "She probably sees herself as pleasingly plump," I said. "Pleasingly plump? She's too fat to fuck!" Peggy said. Then I said something I should never have said. I was trying to be funny, but I should have known better. My attempts at humor always got me in trouble. "Well she can still suck." "YOU BASTARD!" Peggy shouted. "YOU'RE REMEMBERING HER BLOWJOBS!" "Nonsense," I said. "That was twenty-four years ago." "And I remember it like it was yesterday," Peggy said. "Try to get some sleep dear. I'm tired," I said. "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." TUESDAY NIGHT IN BED Peggy had been in a bad mood all evening and I think I knew why. I had had a hard day in surgery and I was in no mood to argue about anything. "I've been thinking about that Detweiler bitch all day long," Peggy said. "I'm gonna have to work with her on that committee. So are the other wives. I went over that list again. That bitch was blowing and fuckin every guy on that committee when they were in med school. And their wives know it! And we'll all have to work together with her." "That was twenty-four years ago," I said wearily. "They all remember it though. At every reunion, at least a couple of gals tell a Gladys Detweiler story that the rest of us haven't heard. I heard about your class President who bent her over a lab table and fucked her doggie in gross anatomy lab. I've told stories about your little Plymouth bouncing up and down in the Sigma Kappa parking lot when you fucked that bitch. All the wives have stories about their husbands and that slut." Maybe if I just lay here silently she'll change the subject. "Every reunion she seems to get fatter. That little nerd husband of hers would suffocate if she tried to do him cowboy." Peggy started laughing at the image of Gladys on top of Bill Alpin. "Why are you so happy that she's getting fat?" I asked innocently. Peggy was silent for a moment and then began to speak softly. "Because when she was bouncing around campus with a narrow waist and shapely hips and those big udders jiggling, you and your buddies couldn't keep your eyes in your heads. You guys took turns fucking that bitch and I was scared shitless that you were gonna dump my ass like you dumped two other girls you fucked." Then she got angry. "You bastard! She sucked you off to slow you down and make you a better fuck. You enjoyed her blowjobs didn't you?" I didn't get a chance to answer. "No need to answer that -- of course you did! Okay, say it! I was jealous. I was in love with you and I was scared of losing you just like a bunch of other girls were scared of that bitch. You were fuckin her brains out every Friday night and I was scared to say a word about it because I thought you might just laugh at me and stop asking me out. All I could do was try to pump my ass harder and suck you off better. Now I feel good to see her getting fat and unattractive and I ought to be ashamed of myself. BUT I'AM NOT!" "Darling, I don't think you're jealous at all," I said softly. "Well you ought to!" Peggy said. "I was and I still am when I think back about it. How the hell could any gal compete with a bitch that didn't have a gag reflex? Okay I'll work with the bitch on that committee, but every time I see those big lips of hers I'm gonna think about your dick between 'em, pushin all the way back to her tonsils." Maybe if I change the subject Peggy will feel better. "Have you talked to Pam lately?" "I had lunch with her yesterday." "How are Pam and Rusty getting along?" I asked. "More or less like you said they would," Peggy responded. "It's been over two months since they started going to bed together and they have a wonderful relationship except ... except ..." "Except what?" I asked. "Except for that whore Carolyn Ames," Peggy finally said. "What does that mean?" I asked. "It means that every now and then -- maybe every couple of weeks or so -- one of the girls see's Rusty's car in that bitch's parking lot. He's still fucking her!" "Well," I said, "I'm glad your luncheon group is keeping track of his movements. But I doubt he's serious. Probably just a little extra pussy on the side -- you know -- some strange stuff now and then." "YOU BASTARD," Peggy shouted. "Why are all men like that?" "Pam doesn't need to worry," I said. "Rusty will stop trying out strange stuff after he gets a ring on her finger." "Just like you did! YOU BASTARD. You enjoyed that pussy right up till the very last minute. You had my engagement ring in your pocket the last time you fucked her. I told Pam that. I told her you did that and then I told her what you said about Rusty fucking Carolyn. I told her you said it will keep her ass in gear." "What did she say to that?" I asked. "She said her ass WAS in gear. She's deep throating that horny bastard and he's got a big thick one. And she fucks him till she's sore. She's doing the best she can do to keep him satisfied but the bastard still stops off at the Ames bitch's apartment every couple of weeks." "Well it will keep her working hard and it won't last forever," I said. "She keeps asking me to tell her about Gladys Detweiler. Pam has a lot of respect for you and ... well ... the thought of you settling down to married life after fucking that whore helps her deal with Rusty fuckin that Ames bitch." "Good night Dear," I said. "Shit! The thought of working with Gladys Detweiler all next weekend, looking at those sagging udders and those big lips, is depressing." "Good night Dear," I said again. "Good night Dear." FRIDAY NIGHT IN BED (MARRIOTT HOTEL, COLUMBIA MISSOURI) Peggy was pissed, as I knew she would be. She had been pissed since our committee and their wives met this afternoon to discuss the twenty-fifth anniversary celebration. I knew what she was upset about. It was the dress that Gladys Detweiler had worn -- or Gladys Alpin, now. "I can't get over how the bitch was dressed," Peggy said, disgust and anger in her voice. "How she was dressed?" I asked innocently. "Don't play dumb you bastard! Her dress was cut so low that those big udders almost dropped out. And if they had, they would have sagged down to her waist!" "I didn't notice," I said. "YOU BASTARD!" Peggy shouted. "You noticed! All five of you guys noticed. Five sets of eyeballs were bulging out of five staring heads. That nerd was so busy working on his computer program to confirm every class member's address that he didn't notice you guys ogling his wife's jiggling udders like lechers." "Well now that you remind me, she was wearing a rather low cut dress." "Rather low cut? Rather low cut? You bastard! Any lower and her nipples would have been hanging out. As it was when she bent over you could see her nipples. And that bitch kept bending over every time she pointed to the seating charts on the table." "And every time she bent over," Peggy continued, "five heads turned and dropped down to look. Your neck is probably sore!" "My neck is NOT sore." "I don't get it. You play with tits all day long in your office. Why are HERS so damned interesting all of a sudden?" "It's NOT all of a sudden," I protested. It was the wrong thing to say. "Oh, so you've been remembering them all these years!" Shit! There was no way to escape! Whatever I said was wrong. Better keep my mouth shut. I saw that bra holding up those big tits. It was a miracle of structural engineering. I guess I was remembering playing with those tits while Gladys gave me a blowjob. Gladys gave very good blowjobs. And she worked on your balls while she sucked your cock. All the guys talked about that. Poor Bill Alpin -- he has no idea that the gal he married had sucked off half the guys in his med school class. "Well, are you gonna stop thinking about her blowjobs and say something?" Peggy asked, belligerently. She was inside my head again! "What can I say? Everything I say is wrong!" "You could at least say you're sorry," Peggy said. "Sorry about what?" "Sorry about fucking Gladys Detweiler," Peggy said. "I didn't know you knew I HAD been fuckin her until a few months ago," I said plaintively. "Okay, I'm sorry I fucked her." "You may be sorry but you enjoyed it, you bastard. This afternoon the gals talked about those blowjobs she gave. She was the best cocksucker in Columbia when you guys were in med school." Peggy was on a roll now and couldn't quit. "My roommate's brother fucked her and told us all about it. She worked on your scrotum with two hands while she was blowin you. TWO HANDS! And she didn't have a gag reflex! All of us tried to blow you guys but we all knew that none of us were as good as she was." "Don't be silly, darling," I said. "You were as good as she was." Again it was the wrong thing to say. I knew it the moment I said it. "As good as she was, but not better. Right? YOU BASTARD!" I sat there thinking that there was no way out of this. "What did the other wives have to say, Darling?" I asked. "We talked about that nerd," Peggy said. "And how that little nerd has no idea you guys fucked his wife's brains out in med school. Then we talked about whose hubby fucked her longest. I told 'em you fucked her for two months." "Oh, I guess it was about that," I said. "It was EXACTLY that," Peggy said firmly. "Two months and that meant NINE Friday nights." "I guess I wasn't counting," I said. "You weren't counting because you were too damn busy fucking! But you were about average. Two of the husbands fucked her longer than two months and the other two only fucked her a month or so. She might have been an expert cocksucker but that bitch couldn't keep a man till she met that nerd!" "Well they seem to be happy together," I said. "And that nerd doesn't even notice the way she shows off her udders," Peggy said. "Well, there's nothing we can do about it," I said. "Let's get some sleep." "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." SATURDAY NIGHT IN BED (MARRIOTT HOTEL, COLUMBIA MISSOURI) It had been a rough day. Sam had asked Gladys and me to check out the Drury Inn, which had promised us special rates. I thought Peggy was gonna blow a fuse when I left with Gladys, who had on another low cut dress showing a lot of tit. Sam asked Peggy to go with the nerd and check out the convention center banquet hall, which had a computerized projector to show our class pictures. The lights had hardly gone out before Peggy started. "Did you have fun with the birch?" Peggy said in an angry voice. "We checked out the hotel," I said. "And I'll bet you checked out those big udders," Peggy said. What had actually happened could remain private and there was no reason to tell her. On the other hand, there was no reason not to tell her and I never kept secrets from my wife. I decided to tell her. "As a matter of fact I did," I said with a chuckle. There was a long pause. Then Peggy said, "Come again?" "We were given keys to several empty rooms to look at and when we got inside the first one we ..." "Hold it right there!" Peggy said. ""You took that bitch up to a hotel room?" "I didn't TAKE her! We went up to check it out. And when we were inside Gladys popped herself out of that low cut dress and bra and flashed her tits at me." "SHE WHAT?" "She showed me her tits and walked over and took my balls in her hand and said we were supposed to check out the bed." "YOU BASTARD!" Peggy shouted. "You're calling me a bastard because you think I had sex with her?" "No! I know THAT didn't happen. I'm calling you a bastard because you were nice to her. You WERE nice weren't you? You should have laughed at the bitch and told her she was too fat to fuck but you didn't do that did you?" Shit! Peggy was in my head again. How many husbands had a wife like this? Of course I had been nice to her. It was the only decent thing to do. She was in her forties. She had lost her figure. She was obviously insecure. She was married to a friend of mine. I couldn't laugh at her! "Yes I was nice to her. Let me explain why. Look Peg, Gladys has put on ten or fifteen pounds and ..." "More like twenty or thirty," Peggy interrupted. " ... and she's feeling insecure. She's looking for some attention and support and..." "SHE'S LOOKING TO GET LAID! That's what she's looking for - and with MY HUSBAND. THE BITCH! You were nice to her weren't you? You bastard!" "Well she needed support and ..." "A horny bitch flashes her udders at you and offers you a blowjob and you turn into a God damned psychiatrist! What did you do?" "Well I laughed in a friendly way and said she still looked just as good as she did twenty years ago. I wanted to give her some reassurance, you know." "You bastard! I knew you would be sweet and not embarrass her. I know she couldn't seduce you but I didn't want you to be sweet to her." "Well," I said. "I'm glad you trust me." "So then what happened?" Peggy said. "I picked up her bra and ..." "YOU WHAT?" "Her bra was on the floor. She had slipped out of it when she dropped her dress down," I said. "Dropped her dress down. What the hell do you mean?" Peggy was getting more angry now. "She had pulled her dress down to her waist -- actually a little bit below her waist and ..." "BELOW HER WAIST?" "Well yeah," I said. "She was wearing a garter belt and I think she was wearing bikini panties and ..." "THE BITCH WAS HALF NAKED!" "Yeah, I guess you could say that. Anyway I picked up her bra and fastened it around her chest and tried to get her boobs back into it. They were so big that I had to use two hands on each boob and at first I couldn't get her nipples back into her bra." "The bitch doesn't put her nipples in her bra. She leaves 'em out so you can see them when she bends over," Peggy was almost shouting now. "Well anyway, her nipples were getting hard and ..." "With your soft hands playing with those udders I'm not surprised," Peggy said. "It took a while to get her dressed again," I said. "You know I trust you, dear. But I know what was in your head when you were shoving those floppy udders back into their harness." "In my head?" I asked. "What's that supposed to mean?" "You bastard! You were thinking about telling me this story. You had both her big, soft udders in your hands squeezing 'em back into harness and you were thinking about telling me this story. Weren't you?" Peggy said, accusingly. Shit! Peggy was always in my head! I remember thinking as I pushed those huge tits back into her bra that I would tell Peggy about what happened. "Yes I was thinking about telling you the story." "And I know what else you were thinking, you bastard. You were thinking that I was gonna have to give you a blowjob. You were thinking that no wife alive is gonna disappoint her husband after he refuses a blowjob from another woman -- especially an old flame. You were thinking you'd tell me the story and then lay back with a big hard on and enjoy a grateful, loving wife sucking you off." "Well, yes, that ... that thought did cross my mind," I said. "You bastard!" Then I felt a soft hand on my dick, another tickling my balls, and a warm mouth. I laid back to enjoy a special treat from my loving wife. She was exactly right! No wife in her right mind would leave hubby lying there with a hard on after he turned down a blowjob from another woman. I'm glad she knew what I expected. Every now and then it feels good to get one up on your wife - especially a wife as clever as mine. I reached down and put my hand on the back of her head to be sure I was gonna say hello to her tonsils. SUNDAY NIGHT IN BED (MARRIOTT HOTEL, COLUMBIA MISSOURI) I lay in the darkness remembering that long afternoon. The Country Club of Missouri had offered its facilities for our use at the reunion. Several of my classmates were in practice in Columbia and were members. We spent Sunday afternoon checking out the club and then we enjoyed the pool. I knew Peggy was gonna be upset tonight when I first saw the bikini that Gladys had worn. That bikini was thin and skimpy and white and when it got wet you could see right through it just like she was naked -- and Gladys kept it wet all afternoon. And it fit tight with little rolls of fat from her stomach and thighs hanging over tantalizingly. If you liked a plump woman with soft handholds, this was your cup of tea. Bedroom Conversations Ch. 03 And I knew, somehow, Peggy was gonna blame me. It was gonna be MY fault. We lay quietly in the darkness for a few minutes before the inevitable happened. "Your girlfriend wanted to show you what you missed yesterday," Peggy said. "She might as well have been stark naked when that damn thing got wet. You never told me her beaver was so hairy." "What can I say?" I asked plaintively. "Five horny guys looking at an almost naked broad and five wives pissed off and that nerd laying in the sun reading a computer magazine and not noticing that his wife was running around almost starkers in front of his buddies." Somehow I always said the wrong thing. I was trying to make it seem less important. "Well, we'd all seen it before," I said. "Bastard! And you all enjoyed it before! All five of you guys had fucked that bitch! And you were remembering it as she walked around naked for your entertainment." "Darling, you were so nice to me last night that I hardly noticed Gladys in that bikini." "And it wasn't just me," Peggy said. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. "It means that all five of you horny bastards got blowjobs last night. I talked to the gals and all of us had figured the same thing. It's the sports car thing." "The sports car thing?" I asked, puzzled. "Yeah. A dick is like an expensive sports car. The best way to be sure it stays out of trouble is to be sure it gets regularly serviced." "And where did you acquire that little tidbit of wifely knowledge?" I asked. "From Pam," Peggy said. "She's an expert on sports cars and ... well, on dicks as well." "And Pam is sure that Rusty is being properly serviced?" I asked. "She was the last time I talked to her. I think he's about ready to ask her the big question. I'm having lunch with her tomorrow when we get back." "She's in love with him?" I asked. "She's in love," Peggy said. "And that makes a woman helpless. She's trying to keep him satisfied -- he needs a lot of sex. And he's getting as much as he wants. She's afraid to complain about that whore Carolyn Ames. It's just like I was, when you were fucking that Detweiler bitch. I was scared to death of her, but I didn't dare say a word. All I could do was smile and try to please you and hope that you liked fucking me enough to make it permanent. Pam's in the same tough situation." "And you pleased me and I proposed," I said. "And I was so happy that I never said a word about that Detweiler bitch," Peggy said. "It will be the same with Rusty," I said. "He'll propose and then he'll quit fucking Carolyn Ames." "Men are such bastards," Peggy said. "But a woman can't live without one and when she finds the right man she'll do anything she has to do to get him." "And keep doing it?" I said softly, stroking her belly. "You horny bastard! Sam's wife was right." "What did Sam's wife say?" I asked. "She said that Sam made sure that the Detweiler bitch was here so the wives would all be user-friendly. And all five of us have been exactly that. You five horny bastards got more BJs and pussy than you could handle this weekend." "Oh I think I handled it rather well. And, Darling, the weekend isn't over yet." "Horny bastard!" Peggy said. "It's a good thing I'm still in love with you." I felt her body motions in bed as she spread her legs. Bedroom Conversations Ch. 04 My name is Tom Rogers and I'm 46 years old. My wife Peggy and I have been married since my third year of medical school. I am presently a practicing gynecologist at the Collins Clinic in Springfield Missouri. Our two kids, a son and a daughter, are both at MU and both are going to become doctors, following in the footsteps of their grandfather and me. We have had a fortunate life and we are very thankful for it. My marriage to Peggy is a good one. She is a wonderful wife, with only one fault – an obsessive desire to gossip with several other wives about the personal lives of the members of our club. When I tell her she is overdoing it she says that everybody does it and there's no harm in it. Each evening in bed she regales me with stories from her luncheon group (6 gals twice a week), her bridge group (four gals once a week) and the gals she sits around the pool with. All they talk about is sex. I suppose I should thank my lucky stars that she's just talking about it – not doing it! THURSDAY NIGHT IN BED I was exhausted from a long day in surgery and in no mood to listen to gossip but no sooner had I turned out the light and my head hit the pillow than Peggy started. "Grace called me today and we had a long talk." Jesus! What was this? Grace was our daughter, who I hoped was going to join her brother in medical school next September. "Is there any problem?" I asked, suddenly wide-awake. "It's Fred," Peggy said. "Fred? Fred Collins?" I asked. I didn't like her dating that guy. He was the grandson of the founder of our clinic and his father was chief of surgery. Fred was in medical school and both Grace and her mother had kept their dating a secret from me because they knew I didn't want her to date medical students. I had to find out about their relationship from his father. "Yes," she said. "Grace wanted to talk about him." "I hope she wants to dump him," I said. "He's six-two and girls think he's handsome and he's fucked half the girls on campus." "Who does that remind you of?" Peggy asked with a chuckle. "Remind me of? What do you mean," I asked, puzzled by her question. "I once met a medical student who was six-two and handsome and fucked half the gals on campus," she said laughing. Shit! She's talking about me! "And I got into your pants dammit and that's why I don't want Grace to date him. He's trying to get into her pants." "Trust me darling," Peg said sweetly. "Fred is NOT trying to get into Grace's pants." "How can you be so sure of that?" "I have a very close mother-daughter relationship with Grace and he's not trying to get into her pants." Then it hit me! The only reason that horny med student wouldn't be trying to get into my daughter's pants was that he was already there! Shit! And Peg wouldn't break that confidence. "What did you talk about?" I asked, trying to stay calm. "Fred asked her to marry him," she said softly. I was stunned. He'd make the world's worst husband, I thought, fucking every bitch in sight. Then I said it out loud. "He'd make a lousy husband. He'd fuck every bitch in sight." "That's exactly what everybody said about you darling and they were all wrong," Peg said lovingly, almost in a whisper. "I can't believe she'd say yes knowing his reputation," I said. "I'm not so sure of that," Peg said. "She knows YOUR reputation and what a good father and husband you turned out to be." "Knows MY reputation?' I said angrily. "How the hell could she know my reputation?" "Darling," Peg said sweetly. "You are still a legend at the Phi Chi house. Fred is the only guy who's come close to your record in over twenty years. Grace figures that if I can tame you she can tame Fred." "What was her answer? Did she say yes?" I might not have much to say in this, I thought. "She told him he'd get her answer after she thought about it and talked to her mother." "That's hard to believe," I said. "You said yes right away." "Grace doesn't have a Gladys Detweiler to deal with. I did." "Darling you know that I was never serious about her." "I know it now. I didn't know it then. I was scared to death of her. Grace and I talked for a long time. I told her if Fred was anything like you he'd make a fine husband." "Thank you dear," I said. This was the first time she had mentioned Gladys Detweiler since that meeting in Columbia six months ago. Never fear, I told myself, she'll talk about her again. Peg had NOT forgotten Gladys Detweiler. "Good night dear." "Good night dear." MONDAY NIGHT IN BED I turned out the light and the room became pitch dark. I could tell Peggy was excited. She seemed to be bubbling over. "You've got some exciting news," I said. "I had lunch with the girls today and Lois broke the good news." Lois! Always Lois. Lois was married to the head of pharmacy and knew every drug people were taking from drugs for erectile dysfunction to birth control for daughters in high school. Everything seemed to start with Lois. "What was her news?" I asked. "You know that Lois's brother runs that jewelry store over on the east side. Well Saturday Rusty bought an engagement ring," Peggy said with a big smile in her voice. The room was pitch dark but I knew exactly how happy she looked from her voice. "I didn't know that he'd proposed to Pam," I said. "He hasn't," she chuckled. "Are you telling me that every lady in the club knows he gonna propose before he's done it?" I said in shock. "Tom you always exaggerate! No! Not every lady in the club. Just my luncheon group and my bridge group and a few of their very close friends. And of course Pam. I told Pam and she's ecstatic. Maybe now Rusty will quit fucking that whore Carolyn Ames." I lay there in the darkness remembering when I had proposed to Peggy. Suddenly I heard her angry voice and I knew she was remembering what happened twenty-four years ago. "You quit fucking that Detweiler bitch after you got a ring on my finger. But the night before you proposed you fucked her with my ring in your pants pocket rubbing her thigh, you bastard." "My ring wasn't rubbing her thigh," I said, irritated by her frequent re-telling of these events and getting them wrong. I was gonna straighten this out once and for all. "You said you always fucked her with your pants at half mast and my ring was in your pocket." "Yeah I know, and usually I fucked her that way but that last night I stripped her down naked and got naked myself so your ring was in the front seat with my pants. You scream at me so much every time you talk about it I never get a chance to explain." There was a long period of silence. Then my wife screamed at me. "YOU BASTARD! Do you have any idea about the HAPPY PICTURE you just put into my head?" "Happy? What the hell are you talking about?" "For twenty-four years I have had an ugly picture of you with your pants at half mast fucking that whore and my ring in your pants pocket rubbing her thigh. Now that picture is my husband naked as a jaybird with his boney ass pumping up and down fucking a naked whore and my ring is in his pants in the front seat. And I'M FEELING HAPPY ABOUT THAT PICTURE YOU BASTARD!" I laughed. There was simply nothing else to do and my laughter made my wife even angrier. "I'm glad," I said between paroxysms of laughter, "that at last you are happy about me fucking Gladys Detweiler." "That's NOT what I said," Peggy shouted at me. "You said that me naked on top of her was a happy picture didn't you?" "Yes I said that but that's not what I meant! I mean ... I meant ..." "Well it sure sounded like it," I said trying to bring my laughter under control. Then she started to sulk. After several minutes she said, "Good night dear." "Good night dear," I replied. TUESDAY NIGHT IN BED I had had an easy day in the operating room and I was prepared for whatever my wife had to tell me this evening. We lay quietly before she opened the conversation. "You were right last night," she said. "I shouldn't have gotten mad at you." "What made you change your mind?" I asked. "The girls at lunch today. I told them about you finally telling me that my engagement ring was not rubbing that bitch's thigh the night before you gave it to me." By now I was accustomed to the kinds of personal and sexual things the "girls" talked about at the luncheon table. "What did they say?" I asked. "I was trying to explain why I was so happy that you were naked. And they started laughing. Then I said you left your pants in the front seat with my engagement ring in your pocket. And I told them how happy I felt with the new picture in my head of you naked on top of that bitch and they kept laughing at me just like you did." "Every time I tried to explain that I was pissed about you fucking her but happy about you being naked when you did it they simply broke up in laughter. The other folks in the club dining room thought we were telling dirty jokes. Finally I figured out they were right. It IS funny!" I chuckled at the thought of my wife trying to explain her complex feelings twenty-four years ago to her friends at the club. "But the bottom line is that you're no longer pissed at me for fucking Gladys Detweiler," I said. "I hate to say it but maybe you're right. I was so afraid of losing you that I gave that bitch more credit than she deserved. She was just another gal in a long string you fucked: some virgins and some whores and some soon-to-be-whores. Shit! There were a lot of gals standing in line to get into the back seat of that damn Plymouth. And the line was moving along rapidly until it came to a screeching halt for two months when that Detweiler bitch got in the back seat. When that line stopped moving I got real scared." "Well darling," I said tenderly, "Gladys Detweiler was the last gal in that back seat." "Looking back on that time I really had nothing to worry about but I was worried sick until I got that ring." She took my hand in the darkness and guided my fingers to her engagement ring tenderly. "Until I got THIS ring, I was so afraid of losing you I didn't know what to do," she said. "Rub my body with those soft hands of yours till you get me user-friendly. Make love to me darling. Will you please?" She pulled me close to her and spread her legs. WEDNESDAY NIGHT IN BED No sooner had I turned out the light than Peggy continued last night's conversation. "I thought all day about how much I was afraid of that Detweiler bitch stealing you away from me. I sure did give her more credit than she deserved. But before she got fat she had the best body on campus." Now what do I say? I'm in trouble if I agree that Gladys had a good body and she'll get mad if I disagree. I wanted to be noncommittal. "Uh-huh," I said. "I remember one morning I walked into the bathroom at the Sigma Kappa house to take a shower and Gladys Detweiler was just getting out of the shower and drying off that beautiful body. Not one ounce of extra fat, perfect long legs, flat belly, and magnificent tits. Shit! No wonder the guys buzzed around her like bees around honey. No wonder I hated that bitch!" "Darling I'll bet you looked pretty good yourself. You just saw her good points because you were so jealous of her. I mean you didn't notice that she had no make-up on or that her hair was all bundled up in an ugly green shower cap." There was a long silence. What had I said? I was trying to pay Peg a compliment but she didn't say thank you. "Green shower cap?" Peg said softly. "Well SOME color shower cap," I said. Was THAT what had upset her? Peggy, in that tone of voice that told me there was trouble brewing, said, "The only girl in Sigma Kappa with a green shower cap was that Detweiler bitch!" "Well, I ... I ... figured she had a shower cap of ... of SOME color," I said. "Why green?" Peg asked in her most demanding voice. "Well, I ... I ... don't ... " "Did you take a morning shower with that bitch?" "Well, I ... I ... " "You spent the night with her at that motel on Interstate 70 and then had a friendly morning shower, didn't you?" Peg was angry now. She knew about our Friday night dates but not about some other stuff and especially about our nights in that motel. I couldn't deny it. I didn't ever lie to Peggy – at least lie straight out. "Well, yeah, I think maybe I did. But it was a brief shower," I said. "It was a brief shower," Peg said, "because you spent most of the morning in bed fucking the bitch! And not so brief that you didn't do her doggie in the shower." "I didn't do her doggie in the shower," I said defensively. I shouldn't have said it. "But you DID her in the shower didn't you?" "Well, yes but ... " "Just HOW did you do her in the shower," Peg demanded. Uh-oh I thought. This could get very bad in a hurry. Gotta be careful here. "Well, I just ... well, I kinda ... you know ... picked her up and ... and ... " "I KNEW IT YOU BASTARD," Peggy shouted. The room was too dark to see her face and that was a good thing even though I knew exactly what her face looked like right now. "You put those soft hands on her waist and lifted her up high in the shower like she didn't weigh an ounce, didn't you?" Peggy was really pissed now. "Well, yes, as I remember it, ah ... I did that." "Then you slowly lowered her and on the way down you kissed her beaver and then her belly and then her breasts, didn't you?" "Uh-huh, that's ... that's what I remember." "Then, when you got her low enough you skewered her on that monster like meat onto a hook. And I'll bet that meat was hot YOU BASTARD!" "Well, uh-huh, kinda ... a ..." "Then you braced her ass against the shower wall and pounded her like a whore as the water splashed down on your naked bodies AND ON HER GREEN SHOWER CAP!" "Well ... ah ... yeah I guess I did. How did you know how ... " "I know how you did it because THAT'S THE WAY YOU DID ME IN THE SHOWER ON OUR HONEYMOON!" "You did everything to that bitch that you did to me. I can't believe this. Wait till I tell the girls in my bridge group tomorrow." Peg was really pissed but then she started to sniffle and I thought she might start to cry. I gotta deal with this somehow. "No darling, I did not do everything to Gladys that I did to you," I said softly, taking her in my arms and caressing her. "Name ONE thing you didn't do with her first," Peggy shouted. "NAME ONE!" I kissed her on the neck and rubbed her belly and said, "I didn't fall in love with her first. I didn't fall in love with her at all." There was a long silence. Then Peg whispered, "Shit! It's just not fair. I'm trying to be an angry bitch but those soft hands are making the bitch go away." A moment later she whispered, "I can feel it. Shit! I'm getting user-friendly, you bastard." The night had started out badly but finished quite well. THURSDAY NIGHT IN BED I lay there in the darkness remembering how much fun it was to make love to my wife last night. She really was good when she got mad at me. I wondered what Peg would have on her mind tonight. "I told the gals at my bridge table about that damn green shower cap and they thought it was funny," she said. "Funny?" I asked. "Yeah, Pat said you probably got me mad on purpose." "Why the hell would I make you mad on purpose?" I asked. This made no sense but her friends often said things that made no sense. "Last year I had told them what you said about me being mad," she said with a giggle. I tried to remember. "What the hell did I say about you being mad?" "Don't you remember what you said last year after we had that big fight?" I thought about last year. What the hell had I said that she told her friends about? "You told me I was a better fuck when I was mad," Peg said and started to giggle. Then I remembered. I had told her how much I enjoyed kissing and stroking her body when she was pissed and I could feel the angry bitch just drain our of her body as she warmed up and got horny. That's what happened last night when she got so mad about that dumb green shower cap. I didn't even remember that damn green shower cap. I didn't do it on purpose, but yeah she WAS a better fuck when she was mad. I embraced her and kissed her. "Let me lay my head on your chest honey. I like to go to sleep that way. I want to think about how lucky I am to be your wife." "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." FRIDAY NIGHT IN BED I lay in the darkness worried about our daughter Grace and as if by magic that was what Peggy had to tell me. "I talked to Grace today," Peggy said. "She's made up her mind. She thinks Fred is gonna be just like you. She's gonna say yes to his proposal." I thought about that and, mentally crossing my fingers, I decided that my wife and my daughter knew what they were doing. At least I hoped they did. "Well," I said, "I guess this means that horny stud will have to cut out his playing around." "He's already done that," she said. "He hasn't fucked anybody else in six months." "ELSE!" I screamed. "WHAT THE HELL DO MEAN BY ELSE?" "I'm sorry darling it was just a slip of the tongue," Peggy said quickly. Then she chuckled. She was happy for Grace. What the hell I thought! Peg and I did the same thing. Maybe this guy will turn out better than I thought at first. He's at the top of his class. He's got no money problems like Peg and I had. He's a cinch for a good surgical residency and he's got a good job here at the clinic when he finishes. "They're coming home for Thanksgiving and want us and his folks to have a big party at the club to announce their engagement," she said. "That's nice," I said. "Maybe he'll be a good husband. Good night Dear." "I think he will. Good night Dear." SATURDAY NIGHT IN BED I had just turned out the light on the bedside table when Peggy began talking. "I don't know how he found out but Rusty discovered that Pam knows about him fucking that Ames whore." "Well," I said, "every woman in the club has been talking about it for six months. Maybe a husband found out and tried to warn Rusty. What happened?" "Rusty confessed to Pam that once or twice a month he'd been stopping by Carolyn Ames apartment to fuck her. He only confessed because he knew Pam was aware of what he was doing and hadn't said anything to him about it, so he figured that he'd better get everything out in the open before he proposed." "What did Pam say?" I asked. "She just nodded and didn't say anything. And then the bastard said it! Men! All men are bastards!" "What did he say?" "He said he was gonna stop by her place Sunday night and tell her that their relationship was over," Peggy said, and added, "The bastard" angrily. "Why are you so angry? That sounds like the right thing to do." "He's never heard of Alexander Graham Bell? If he stops by her place he'll fuck her. And if I hear you say 'Goodbye fuck' one more time YOU can say goodbye to fucking me for a long time." I remembered trying to explain to Peg about the last time I fucked Gladys Detweiler. "What did Pam say?" I asked, chuckling. "Pam said, 'He's got me by the balls.'" I chuckled again. "Did you remind her that she doesn't have any balls?" "No I just agreed with her. He hasn't proposed to her yet and she knows he's got the ring. She thinks he wants a goodbye fuck when he tells Carolyn that they are through. And it'll be a great fuck because Carolyn will be working hard to change his mind. The bastard! And THEN he's gonna propose. Probably Monday night. And she's gotta keep her mouth shut till he does." "Well," I said, "maybe after all this time he thinks a face to face meeting is the way to tell her." "Face to face? Shit! It'll be groin to groin," Peg said. Bedroom Conversations Ch. 04 "Well you said the other night that you were glad I fucked Gladys Detweiler the night before I proposed to you." "That's not exactly what I said was it? I said I was glad you were naked when you fucked her," Peg said and as she said it she started to chuckle. "And ... well ... it was twenty-four years ago," she continued and broke out laughing. "And she was the last bitch you fucked," she added. I laughed with her. "God I love you," she said. "And I love you even when I know you didn't leave my ring in the front seat on purpose. It was only because you wanted that bitch buck-naked for your goodbye fuck. You bastard!" "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." MONDAY NIGHT IN BED No sooner had the light gone out than Peggy started in talking. She was angry. "His car was there till midnight," she said. "Whose car was where till midnight?" I asked. "Rusty's car was in Carolyn Ames' parking lot till midnight Sunday when he went there to tell her their relationship was over," she said angrily. "Well maybe he got there late," I said. "He got there early," she said. My luncheon group was checking the lot." The Springfield Gestapo, I thought. "Well, maybe he talked slow," I said thinking I would make a joke. "That's not funny," Peggy said. "He was fuckin that whore!" I chuckled and said, "Well it was just a ... a... " Then I thought better. "Don't you dare say it you bastard," Peggy yelled. "Pam is very upset." "You told Pam?" I asked. "Of course I told Pam. That horny bastard is about to propose. He's got the ring." "What's she gonna do about it?" I asked. "Exactly what I did after I watched YOU fuck Gladys Detweiler with my ring in your pocket. NOTHING. That's all she CAN do." "My ring wasn't ... " Peggy interrupted me, "I know, I know. But it's just the same. Why are men such bastards?" "I don't know," I chuckled. "Tell me why." "BECAUSE THEY LIKE TO FUCK WHORES," Peggy shouted. I thought it best to say nothing. Peggy started to sulk. It was not a good night. TUESDAY NIGHT IN BED I turned out the light and asked Peg the question that had been bugging me all day. "Did Rusty propose last night?" I asked. "He proposed," Peggy said. "Then after she said 'yes' the bastard fucked her. His pecker wasn't even dry from fucking that whore and he fucked the woman he loved. JUST LIKE YOU DID!" "At least he's finished with Carolyn Ames," I said, wondering if Pam would remember Carolyn for years the way Peg remembered Gladys. I had a message left in my office while I was in surgery today to expect a call from Baltimore tomorrow and I thought I knew what it was about. I was gonna have trouble with Peg if my hunch turned out to be correct. Well I'd just have to wait and see. "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." WEDNESDAY NIGHT IN BED I had to tell Peggy something that would make her mad and I had to figure out a good time and a good way to tell her to minimize her anger. I turned off the bedside table lamp and started thinking about the best way to do it when Peggy began talking. "Gail did the strangest thing today." Gail was my office nurse and a close confidant of Peggy's. "What was that dear?" I asked. "I saw her headed for the coffee shop at the clinic but when I got there she was nowhere to be found. It was like she was avoiding me." "Why would she do that?" I asked, remembering I had asked Gail not to mention to Peggy the referral I got from Baltimore. "I don't know unless ... did something unusual happen in your office today?" "Unusual? What do you mean unusual?" "Something you wouldn't want her to tell me. Did you ask her not to tell me something?" "Well, I ... I ... I'm trying to remember." "Did you know that you stutter when you try to lie to me?" "Sta-sta-Stutter?" "What was it?" Peggy asked in her no-nonsense tone of voice. There was no way out. I had to tell her. I had hoped to find just the right moment but it had to be now. "Well what I told Gail not to tell you was that I got a referral from a GYN guy in Baltimore. It was the wife of a new faculty member at UMKC. The guy's gonna take over a medical computer program at UMKC and ..." Peggy interrupted me in a loud voice. "I can never figure out why you try to do this. That new faculty member is your classmate and computer nerd Bill Alpin who is now at Hopkins and the patient being referred is his wife, Gladys Detweiler. Your mind is an open book. I can read it lying here in the dark. You told Gail not to mention it to me because you thought I'd get upset and YOU'RE RIGHT! I AM UPSET. Why is that bitch coming to you and not to a GYN guy at UMKC?" "Well dear I ... I don't know but patients usually select their own doctors and ... " Peggy interrupted me. "She's coming to you because of your soft hands. The hands that felt her up in college. She wants you to play with her pussy again." "Darling, a pelvic examination is not playing with a pussy," I said emphatically. "Oh? What about your patient Margie Williams? She humps when you examine her." "Let's not get into that," I said. "When will you be seeing her?" Peg asked. "Next month," I said with a sigh. "And when she spreads those fat thighs and shows you that wet, hairy thing it will be just like you seeing an old friend from college," Peggy said. "Except maybe more wrinkles. But you always fucked that Detweiler bitch at night so you wouldn't have seen any wrinkles back then." I didn't say anything. I did NOT want to go there. After a full minute of silence Peggy said, very carefully, "You always fucked that Detweiler bitch at night. Right?" "Well that's what I ... I ... I remember." "You're stuttering again," Peggy said. Shit! She's got a built in lie detector. I better tell the truth. "Well, once in the sunlight," I mumbled. "And where was that?" Peggy asked. "Down at Lake of the Ozarks," I said. I did not want to talk about this. "Lake of the Ozarks?" Peggy said. "You took ME to Lake of the Ozarks once and we went out on a sailboat. Did you take HER for a boat ride?" This was exactly what I didn't want to talk about. "Well, ah ... ah ... Yeah I think so," I said. "Did you take her to that same marina you took me to?" "Well that's the closest one with the best rental boats," I said. "If you tell me you picked out the same boat for her that you picked out for me I'm gonna be very, very pissed," she said. "That was an important day in my life." "You never remember things the way they actually happened," I said. "I did NOT pick out a sailboat for you. YOU picked it out." "Well it was YOUR fault that I picked that one!" Peggy said with determination. "Oh?" I asked. "And exactly HOW was it my fault?" Her voice lost its angry tone and she spoke very tenderly. "I'll remember that beautiful day always. The sky was clear and bright blue. There was an easy breeze off the lake. We were standing next to each other on the dock and you had your arm around my waist with your soft hand on my hip. I looked up at your beautiful eyes and your hair blowing in the breeze. Your hair is so sexy when it does that. Then I looked at that wonderful ring on my finger and when I heard your gentle voice ask me to pick out a boat I looked down and chose the 'Lucky Lady' because at that wonderful moment I felt like the luckiest lady in the whole world." "So it was MY fault we rented that boat!" I said. "Yes it was. What boat did you rent for that bitch?" "The one Gladys picked out," I said. "And which one did SHE pick out?" Peggy was starting to get angry again. "The 'Lucky Lady,'" I said. "YOU BASTARD!" YOU TOOK HER OUT IN OUR BOAT!" "That was two months before I took you down to the lake," I said. "Two months! I didn't know it was our boat until you just told me this minute." "I'll bet you took that bitch in OUR boat to the same isolated, romantic cove where you took me?" "Well, ah ... ah ... Yeah I ... I think so." "And you swam naked with the bitch? Just like us?" "Ah ... ah ... yeah that's ... that's what I remember." "And then you FUCKED her on the same boat where you made love to me." I started to ask about the difference between fucking and making love and then thought better of it. This was bad enough already. Then she hit me with it just as I knew she would. "Where did you put her ass when you fucked her?" "I didn't put her ass anywhere. She just laid down where she wanted to." "Where was her ass?" "Ah ... ah ... I ... I ... I'm not sure." Your stutter just TOLD me where her ass was. It was right between the word 'Lucky' and the word 'Lady' on that flat deck at the front of the boat. That's where you put me when you made love to me." I had to correct that. "I didn't put you anywhere. You CHOSE that spot and sat there playing with your ring and you said that you were a lucky lady. And besides that was the only place flat enough to fuck or make love or whatever on that little boat." "You bastard! That bitch probably thought SHE was a lucky lady and you don't have to tell me what she was playing with when she thought it. It sure as hell wasn't a ring." Then Peg calmed down and spoke softly, almost lovingly. "That was such a wonderful day in my life. We swam nude in that beautiful isolated cove and then just as the sun was bright red on the horizon about to set you made love to me tenderly. My hand was on your shoulder and I looked at my lovely ring and the diamond flashed ruby red from the light of the setting sun as you made gentle love to me. It became one of the most memorable moments of my life. That picture has been in my head for twenty-four years." "NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE YOU BASTARD," she shouted accusingly. "I just now got that picture of my ring rubbing that bitch's thigh out of my head and now it's been replaced by your bony ass pounding that fat whore in the red light of sunset on the exact same boat in the exact same place on a deck with the blue letters spelling out 'Lucky Lady.' How could you do that to me? Wait till I tell my bridge group tomorrow." There was nothing I could say. We both lay there in silence for a long time before I heard her say, "Good night dear." "Good night dear," I replied. THURSDAY NIGHT IN BED Peggy seemed upset all evening and I figured it was because I had agreed to accept Gladys Detweiler as a patient. No sooner had I turned out the light than she started talking. "I'm still thinking about you swimming naked with that bitch," Peggy said. "Stripping a bitch down and swimming naked with her was your thing wasn't it? You did that a lot." Where was she going with this I wondered? "I'm not sure I understand what you mean," I said. "Hulen Lake is what I mean," she said grumpily. Oh shit! I took a lot of gals out to Hulen Lake for moonlight swims when I was at the University of Missouri. Peggy was just one of them. I wondered what or maybe I should say WHO was this about? "What about Hulen Lake?" I asked. "Do you remember a little slut named Candy Miller? I just love the name she wanted us to call her. Candy! Sounds like a stripper!" Candy was a Sigma Kappa I had dated a couple of times while I was dating Gladys Detweiler. Why was Peggy remembering her? "Yes I remember Candy," I said. The bedroom was pitch black but I could see in my head the expression of anger on Peggy's face and I did not know why she was mad. "I was thinking today about you swimming naked with that Detweiler bitch and I remembered that slut Candy and got pissed. You'll never guess what that bitch tried to do." "What did she try to do?" I asked. "She announced she was gonna get you to take HER out on Saturday nights instead of me!" "Saturday night was our night out, darling. I'd never have done that," I said. "I know that now. I didn't know it then," Peggy said. "She was gonna get a date with you and fuck you. Then when you asked her out to fuck her again she was gonna say she was busy but she could go out with you on Saturday. She told all the gals in Sigma Kappa and I got scared that she might get away with it." "I don't understand. Are you mad at her or me?" "I'm mad at BOTH of you," she said angrily. "You asked the bitch out and took her to Hulen Lake where you stripped her down buck naked and took her for a moonlight swim. You told her how nice her tits looked floating in the water in the moonlight. Then you took her back to the blanket you had spread out on the grass and played around a bit and then took her to the Sigma Kappa parking lot and fucked her brains out." Oh my God! That's exactly what I remember about that night. It was over twenty years ago but that's what I remember. How the hell does she know all this? "Darling," I said, "How do you know so much about my date with Candy?" "You were the man I was gonna marry. It was my job to know what you were doing." "I understand that," I said. "But how did you find out all the details? It's almost like you were there watching." "Easy," she said. "You NEVER dated a girl whose tits weren't big enough to float. You stripped 'em down naked and swam in Hulen Lake. You ALWAYS told them how nice their tits looked floating in the water. You EITHER fucked them on that damn blanket or took them back to the parking lot in that beat up old Plymouth and fucked 'em in the back seat. All the gals in Sigma Kappa talked about that exact routine. And that night you fucked that bitch in the parking lot." Jesus! Did all those gals know what I was doing? "Okay," I said, "But how do you know I fucked her in the parking lot?" "All the dark parking places were taken so you parked in the moonlight. Me and my roommate looked out from our third floor window and we recognized that old Plymouth and I got out my binoculars and ... " "BINOCULARS! You were watching me through binoculars?" "Of course. I got a better view of that boney ass of yours. Which on that night was pounding up and down between Candy's thighs in the back seat." "Oh my God," I said. "You watched Gladys and me the same way?" "I watched you and that Detweiler bitch the same way. Anyway the next day Candy started waiting for your phone call. She was ready. And the day after that and the day after that. I was scared to death. But you never called the bitch! You called me and said our Saturday date was still on. Why didn't you call Candy?" "Well I ... I ... I don't like to say this but ... well, as I remember it the pussy was just not that good," I said. This was not an easy conversation. "That's what I figured," Peggy said. "After several days and no call I told her to quit waiting. You were not impressed with the quality of the pussy she delivered I said. She accused me of talking to you and I said I didn't. I said you were too nice a guy to say that but I knew you very well and that was what it was. If a gal was a good lay you kept dating her like that Detweiler bitch – YOU ENJOYED HER PUSSY FOR TWO MONTHS YOU BASTARD!" Peggy went to sleep without saying Good Night. MONDAY NIGHT (ONE MONTH LATER) There was no question as to the topic of discussion tonight. I had seen Gladys Detweiler in clinic this morning and Peggy had had lunch with my office nurse Gail. No sooner had I turned out the light than she started. "I had lunch with Gail today. She told me about how much you enjoyed feeling up your old girl friend." I sighed. "I did not feel her up." "Gail said you took a long time examining her udders." "She came to see me for a breast exam and pelvic," I said. "You just checked out those udders six months ago when you took her up to that hotel room and she stripped down naked for you," Peggy said. I sighed again. "I did not take her up to a hotel room. We went up to inspect it as a part of our committee responsibility planning our class reunion. And she didn't strip naked she was ... she was ... " "Only half naked," Peggy completed my thought. "And I didn't check out her breasts I only ... " Peggy interrupted again, "Put them back in their harness. Why did you take so long examining them today?" "Well ... well ... her breasts are very large. They are ... " "As large as the udders on a Guernsey cow," Peggy said. "And she's put on a little weight since college and ... " "A LITTLE WEIGHT? A LITTLE WEIGHT? THE BITCH IS FAT!" I sat in silence trying to think of something to say. "Gail said you smiled when you spread those fat thighs and looked at her pussy. Why did you smile at her pussy? Was it like you were seeing an old friend?" "I didn't smile at her pussy. I often smile in a friendly way as I make comments during an examination. It relaxes the patient," I said quietly. "Oh the bitch was relaxed all right. I'm sure she was laying back and spreading her legs and eager to feel your soft hands caressing her and those familiar fingers pushing inside her again. JUST LIKE OLD TIMES IN THE PARKING LOT!" What could I say? I said nothing and Peggy started to sulk. Finally she spoke in a voice that was still angry. "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear." TUESDAY NIGHT IN BED I turned out the light figuring that Peggy had not finished talking about my examination of Gladys Detweiler. I was right. "I had lunch with Gail again and she told me that the bitch winked at you when you were playing with her pussy." Oh shit! I had hoped Gail had not seen that. "I was not playing with her pussy!" I said emphatically. "I was doing a pelvic examination." "Gail told me what you always say to a patient when you reach up deep to palpate the ovaries. We both laughed about that." I always ask a patient to lift up a little and warn them that this maneuver might hurt a bit. I do that because I have to reach very deep to feel the ovaries and some patients feel a little uncomfortable. "Well," I said, "I always ..." Peg interrupted, "No way is your hand gonna hurt that whore's pussy after all the dicks and hands that have stretched it out!" "Gail said that the bitch lifted her ass up real high and winked at you as you shoved your hand deep with your thumb on her clit and tickled her belly with your other hand." "I was NOT tickling her belly! Darling, that's the way the exam is done. It's called a bimanual examination because my right hand is pushing from the outside and my fingers are inside so I can feel the ovary between them." "Then why did she wink?" "I don't know why she winked. And Gail did not say I was tickling her belly. She'd never say that. You just made it up! And you're a nurse! You've seen that examination performed hundreds of times." "Yeah but never by my husband on an old girlfriend who is winking at him while his hand is in her pussy," she said. What could I say? Peggy sulked for a while before she went to sleep. THURSDAY NIGHT IN BED This time I had news before Peggy got it. The Dean at MU medical school called me to let me know that Grace's letter of acceptance to medical school had been mailed today. I was very happy. I still had my letter of acceptance in my files. It is an important event in the life of a future doctor. "I have some good news," I said. "I need some," Peggy said. "After what that bastard did to Pam." "Grace's letter of acceptance to med school was mailed to day. The Dean called me." "I'm glad she'll get it before her engagement party next week," Peg said. "It's good to get accepted in the early wave of letters. Her pre-med record was as good as yours." "Good night Dear." "Good night Dear."