Chapter 13

During the following two months, Eric could tell that Maya was still dwelling on her recent experiences. He decided not to raise the subject, but to allow her to choose a time and place for their next serious discussion. He had no doubt that such a conversation would be taking place.

When Eric and Maya had first set up house together, Eric had insisted that there should be a clear division of labour. Maya, a passionate gardener and decorator, was also a meticulous cleaner, so those became her areas of responsibility. In turn Eric, who was convinced that nobody was as good as he was at stacking a dishwasher, did that. Clothes washing too, came into his sphere of influence and as the school year headed towards its close, it became very apparent to him that knickers for Maya were turning up in the basket rather less often than he might have expected. This coincided with a change in her work clothes. Normally she wore trouser suits, now she was in a skirt almost every day. The summer weather might have explained that, but Eric drew his own conclusions. He waited, convinced that she would tell him why when she was ready.

“What a day!” Maya exclaimed as she came into the kitchen where Eric, having fed the twins and sent them up to their room to read for an hour, was clearing up.

“Hello, my love,” he said. “Pour us both a glass of wine, sit down and tell me all about it.”

Glass in hand, Maya plonked herself down. As her bottom hit the hard seat of the kitchen chair, her face changed and she let out something that was half moan, half whimper.

“Are you all right?” Eric asked.

“Mmm ... yes.” Her expression took on an air Eric was coming to recognise. “Eric, have I seemed a bit vague this past few weeks?”

“Let’s just say that I’ve noticed that you’ve been preoccupied. It’s very clear that something is taking up a lot of your thinking capacity.”

“I can’t get all those cocks out of my mind, that’s what. I find myself eyeing almost every adult male I see and wondering what he’s hiding in his trousers. I’m going mad, Eric.”

“Not mad. You’ve had some extraordinary things happen to you in a short space of time. It’s normal that you’d be doing a lot of thinking about that. Did you reach any conclusions?”

“Eric,” she said. “Would I sound crazy if I told you that the craving to have another experience is burning me up? Soon. It’s been three months since the glory hole and I can hardly bear to wait any longer.”

“Whenever you’re ready, I am, too. What were you thinking of?”

Maya gathered her courage. “I can’t stop thinking about something more extreme. It’s got to the point where I’ve been taking risks.”

“What sort of risks?”

“I’ve been taking my little vibrator to work and I can’t stop myself using it. I’ve already had to change the batteries several times. I want orgasm after orgasm. If I’m wearing knickers, they are off whenever I get a spare moment to give me easy access. I can’t go for a pee without having a quick diddle, too.”

“Hence the skirts?”

She laughed. “I thought you’d notice that. Yes, hence the skirts.” She wriggled on her seat. “That’s not all, though.”