Chapter 3

Quite a few months had gone by since Gina and her husband Stephen had enjoyed their sexual experiences with others whilst taking a short holiday in their camper van. Now it was too late in the year to hope for a repeat performance; the weather was turning and the camp sites would be devoid of visitors and holiday makers. There was no way the couple dared risk any extra marital sexual activities on their own doorstep, so to speak.

However, recently, Gina had managed to escape, albeit for a few hours a day, the dull middle class suburban leafy avenues of 1930s semi-detached houses where coffee mornings and book clubs provided the only entertainment for most residents. Apart from the ones with more energy who spent their time at the local golf club, or exercised their ageing lungs by singing in the church choir. Like all English villages, rural or semi rural, of course the activity shared by ALL the residents was GOSSIPING and spreading rumours.

How had Gina managed to find a welcome change and a little bit of titillation? She had been temporarily transferred to fill a vacancy in the city. You see, Gina was the librarian in the small library that served the suburbs that were once individual villages. So Gina loved books - but hated book clubs - or rather the pretentious small-minded people found in such places.

A twenty minute bus ride took her into the city and on the first day the quiet housewife and noticed a different kind of publication that caused her heart to beat a little faster. She had wandered around the bus station and into a large newsagents of the sort found at railway stations and bus terminals. Unlike most suburban stores, city news stands and ‘paper shops’ carried a large stock of sex magazines, laid in a long row on the top shelves where kids could not reach.

This was 1970s England when for a few years censorship laws were pushed to the limit. On those shelves, besides several readers wives type, were magazines and books featuring and specialising in sexual fetishes, some that Gina never realised would have been so popular as to warrant a magazine dedicated to the act. One showed a woman clad from head to toe in black PVC, others in leather, magazines showing pictures on the front cover of women, some her age, bent over a man’s knee, skirts pulled up, being spanked. Others showed both men and women, naked or almost naked, tethered and strung up. Gays, lesbians, references to anal, cross dressing, water-sports - Gina didn’t even know what that meant!

Gina was very fascinated by the fact that the people in the photographs were not the usual models with perfect figures but ordinary folk of all ages; housewives, women of late forties and fifties, some quite a few pounds over weight - people like her! Men, some in underwear, some going thin on top, even bald headed, ordinary men that she might see in the library, spanking and touching the women. Real people, ordinary people who had sent in photos and letters. Magazines featuring amateurs telling others of their sexual fetishes.

When Gina finished work she was now into the habit of making a beeline for this busy news agent, taking up a position where she was able to see the sex magazines while pretending to sift through copies of ‘Woman’s Own’, Home Cooking’ ‘People’s Friend.’ Once she had purposely missed her bus home so she could spend more time fantasising over the explicit pics on the front covers. She had even wandered around the edges of the city centre during her lunch hour in search of similar shops that sold and displayed sex magazines.

She found such a shop and spent some time there - because they had a good display of contact magazines. Gina had seen a few of those that Stephen had acquired. That was how their sexual adventures had begun. Gina envied the wives whose husbands allowed them to have sex with other men. She loved reading adverts from ‘Husband would love to watch wife having threesomes or moresomes with well endowed men.’ ‘Wife, aged 45, wants fun time with young studs, husband to watch or join in.’ Oh how she envied those women!

She was bound to get noticed eventually. In the busy shop at the bus station where she thought everyone was in too much of a hurry to notice her, she had been letting her eyes linger on something called ‘Gang Bangs’ when she suddenly became aware of a young man standing close to her who was grinning at her. Outside, a youth was listening to his transistor radio, Gina had heard those lyrics before, ‘She’s heading for the cheating side of town.’ Some band called the Eagles singing about a wife apparently sneaking out the house, pretending to be meeting a friend, but really meeting a man for sex. Exciting. Had the young man noticed her envious expression?

‘If you tell me which mags you’d like, I’ll get them down for you,’ he said in a whisper. ‘I’ll take them to the counter and bring them back in a plain brown bag.’

Gina was stunned and unable to respond.

‘It’s okay, I’m not a weirdo,’ the boy told her, ‘I work here when I’m not at Uni - my parents own the shop. We get quite a few ladies, and some men too, who are “too shy to buy”. Tell me the titles and I’ll sort them out for you - do you want a contact mag? Maybe one full of readers letters - see how the other half live, eh? We have some new publications featuring spanking, if you fancy one of those. I was trying to see which ones your eyes were focusing on,’ he told her.

Getting over the shock of being ‘rumbled’ Gina took a closer look at the boy. She thought him to be very good looking, confident and at ease. Without thinking she responded with the first thoughts that came into her head.

‘Wouldn’t your parents be very shocked, seeing you help me buy adult magazines? You seem too young to be looking at those sort of things,’

‘Not at all! It is the 1970s you know!’ he laughed. ‘Come on, which ones would you like?’

Reluctantly, and not wanting to point, the middle-aged librarian whispered quietly giving the title of a contact magazine. ‘And the one next to it on the right,’ she added coyly. The boy walked to the shelves, reached up for the contact mag and “Spanking Fun”, on it’s right.

‘Oh, please could you get the “Fiesta Readers Letters”, too.’ The shy wife was getting very brazen.

Gina was about to get her purse to pay.

‘Wait outside and I’ll bring them out in a plain bag - then you can pay me.’

Gina stood outside almost losing her courage, ready to rush off and hide, when the boy appeared. He handed her a large brown paper bag, then took her money.

‘I’ve included a free sample, too’ he said smiling. ‘What bus are you waiting for?’

‘I’d rather stay anonymous if you don’t mind.’ Gina told him.

‘I was asking which bus - not your address.!’ the lad said.

Embarrassed Gina gave him a nervous laugh. ‘I’m sorry, I think I was being a bit over cautious. You must think it very shocking, a woman like me, buying sex magazines.’

‘Many of the women in those magazines are very much like you. Women who like sex. I have a thing about older women,’ the boy exclaimed, ‘I find you very sexy. There’s something about a woman who appears to all intents and purposes to be prim and proper librarian but who has strong sexual desires.’