RWS-195 A Helpful Wife by Susan Carter


Chapter 1


"Tim! No, please don't!" Melanie Cartwright protested.

She struggled for a moment with his hand, pulling it with hesitant 
force from beneath the top of her thin, low-cut dress. Tim Cartwright 
resisted somewhat drunkenly, and then let his hand be pushed limply 
away.

"Melanie, for God's sake!" the young man thickly hissed. "We're 
married, aren't we? Jesus, you act like we were still going steady."

"Oh, darling, it's not that," she moaned in a soft whisper against him. 
"It's that we're in a public theater, that's all."

"What's that got to do with it?" he growled in a low voice.

"I mean ... I mean, it's not even a drive-in! We can't ... we can't 
make a spectacle of ourselves in front of all the others here. We're 
not teenagers any more, you know."

"Not by very much," he chuckled wetly against her ear. "I bet you just 
don't want your new boss to see you necking, right?"

Melanie flushed slightly, feeling her rosy cheeks flare with heat in 
the darkened movie theater. "No," she protested, "it's not that at all. 
Mr. Andersson is a married man. He knows all about love." She dropped 
her head to his shoulder and began to sigh gently, trying to show her 
husband she wasn't such a prude as she sometimes sounded. "We'll have 
plenty of time for loving later, when we get home!"

"Think you can stand seeing sexy films like this every night while I'm 
gone?" her husband, Tim, whispered suggestively.

"You ... you know I don't like them, Tim," she replied, stiffening. 
"Besides, I'll be out in the lobby all the time I'm working. Now hush 
and watch the movie. You're the one who wanted to see it so badly."

"Yeah," Tim breathed huskily, looking back to the screen with liquor-
dulled eyes. "And man, it sure is a hot one, isn't it?"

Melanie Cartwright didn't answer, again feeling a rapid sensation of 
blood rushing to her face as she blushed with embarrassment. She'd 
never seen one of these so-called "art" films before, but avoided them 
by telling Tim that she was not interested in the more lewd and 
prurient side to love-making. But the curvaceous blonde wife, only 
twenty years old and married just one month over two years, had been 
continually urged by her handsome, twenty-two year-old husband to at 
least try one before she dismissed the whole idea. And her girl 
friends, those other young wives and mothers who lived in the 
apartment-house complex with her and Tim, always seemed to be talking 
in hushed giggles about the candid versions of wild erotica which their 
husbands were taking them to. In spite of her deeply religious 
upbringing and her own ingrained sense of what was decent and what was 
not, she couldn't help admitting that she had been secretly curious 
about what such films were like, titillated by their come-on newspaper 
ads.


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