Chapter 4: A Love Affair With Thomas

Betsy readied herself for the next chapter of her life story. She was lying comfortably on the bed in her spare bedroom and quickly fell into a dreamlike state. Her relationship with Phil was over and now she dearly wanted to reminisce about Thomas. Betsy had met Thomas, even had a torrid affair with him, during her relationship with Phil.

Now her mind drifted back almost twenty years. With the official end of summer, she got home Monday evening feeling sad. Betsy was sad remembering the things that happened during her time with Phil but really sorrowful for the way Phil treated her at the end. She just couldn't understand why and how any man could share someone he loved. Then she remembered that last Sunday night. Phil plied her with alcohol and then coerced her into that bitch Marty's room.

Betsy had already gone over that chapter of her life but one last fleeting memory flashed through her head. The vision lasted a mere few moments but it was a memory of how she surrendered to the woman. Not only did she surrender, Betsy thought, but also she willingly let the woman do anything she wanted to her. That included the deep humiliation and embarrassment of begging, which Betsy thought would never happen. Betsy remembered thinking how awful it was to watch Penny plead with Marty and call the woman her mistress.

Betsy never thought it could happen to her but she was dead wrong. Marty fucked her that night and turned a mature, fun-loving Betsy into her slave. Of course there had been four of them who victimized her, Betsy reasoned. Not only did Marty take control, but also Phil, Penny and Stan aided the bitch. Phil had the sense not to ask if she wanted to go home to her apartment or stay at his place when they returned to the city. He dropped her off at her apartment and Betsy remembered her parting words. "Don't call me. We're through ... I don't want to see you again ... ever again."

So another relationship was over. Phil was history and so was the beach house, which did bring sadness because of the wonderful times with many of the regulars. But her heart skipped when she thought about calling Thomas. He expected her to call on Wednesday and she could hardly wait for the day to arrive.

Betsy phoned and the conversation was amazing. It was like they had known each other for years instead of days. Their schedules were fairly busy but they set a date for the upcoming Saturday.

Thomas was a salesman for a big pharmaceutical company. He was very good at his job and Betsy grinned thinking how she bought everything he had to sell. Thomas put out his romantic feelers and then he reeled her in hook, line and sinker. Their relationship started out great and got even better.

They dated but still retained their own places to live. Thomas had just bought a house and it looked like any of the other 20-year old homes from the outside. He had totally remodeled the inside paying particular attention to his bedroom. There were two bedrooms upstairs and his had windows that overlooked the downstairs family room, which had a huge fireplace surrounded by manmade rocks. Just off the family room was an old cedar deck that overlooked a beautiful swimming pool. Betsy smiled with the memory of how they swam nude until the weather got too cold to keep water in the pool.

Betsy's apartment was quaint and it was in a downtown neighborhood, which had many of the old stores converted to apartments. The one she lived in had six apartments in what used to be an old Woolworth's store. It was two bedroom and all of the rooms were big. What was even better was the fact her building was very close to Thomas' house so it was fairly easy visiting back and forth between places.

The first few months of the relationship were fabulous. From the moment Betsy saw Thomas at the beach house, she realize he was special. She was willing to do things for him and felt he would do anything for her. Looking back on it now, Betsy assumed that they loved each other in the beginning and she actually appreciated the fact Thomas didn't rush into a permanent relationship with her.

In those days Betsy may have been considered a little geeky, but Thomas seemed to like that about her. It gave him reason to suggest things for her to try and he eventually managed to gain control of her life. They never discussed marriage, but both of them merely wanted to cherish the time together. Thomas kidded her about wearing non-sexy clothes, which were considered very conservative by anyone's standard.

Betsy remembered how things started changing on their first anniversary. Thomas took her downtown to their favorite restaurant for a celebration of a whole year together. She didn't think there was anything strange when they went shopping afterwards and wound up at a Victoria Secrets store. True to her naïve nature, Betsy was oblivious to how Thomas prearranged everything.

They were met in the store by an extremely friendly salesgirl who appeared to be young enough to be a student in one of Betsy's high school classes. She simply ushered the couple to a back fitting room and ordered Betsy to remove her clothes. Betsy's mouth hung open when the girl explained that she meant every stitch. Then the girl merely stood still in front of Betsy waiting for her to strip.

Betsy almost refused and wanted to leave the store when a knowing smile crossed the girl's pretty face. "Yes! Take them all off so we can see what would look nice on you," the girl said. "We have some very attractive under garments that should make you look sexy ... for your man."

The sales girl looked over at Thomas who was standing quietly propped against the wall. He simply waved his hand to indicate his approval and smiled to show he wanted the girl to continue. "Thomas tells me you have been together for a year now ... and he wants to buy you some new things," she said. "He wants his girl to look pretty ... look sexy."

Betsy felt trapped at the time. She wasn't sure, but it almost appeared that the girl was overly friendly towards her boyfriend. Betsy managed to loosen her top, but it wasn't fast enough for the sales girl. All of a sudden the girl strutted up to Betsy. "Hummm ... now let's get these clothes off. We can't try on these beautiful undies if you don't strip," she whispered.

The girl's hands were all over and quickly had the shivering woman almost naked. It never dawned on Betsy that the girl had numerous bras and panties in the change room and they were the correct size. Betsy was far too busy fending off the girl to think about anything else. Suddenly she was down to her bra and panties and that made the sales girl much happier. "Now let's get you out of these ugly undies ... and into something far sexier," she said. "My, oh my ... I can see what Thomas sees in you. Sexy ... very sexy."

All of a sudden Betsy was naked and she wasn't quite sure how it happened. When the last piece of clothing came off, the girl's face beamed with pride. Then the salesgirl tossed Betsy's bra and panties aside and proceeded to measure her. The girl measured Betsy's chest and even put the measuring tape around Betsy's boobs, which seemed a little odd. Then the girl put her hand on top of Betsy's left breast almost daring the woman to object.

Betsy pretended that she knew it was all a formality and there was nothing happening out of the ordinary. Suddenly the girl looked her straight in the eyes. Betsy shivered with the memory of how she let the salesgirl feel her boobs. Before she had time to resist or do anything to stop the salesgirl, the girl had her hands full of luscious boobs. Betsy wanted to slap the girl hard across the face, but there was something eerily scary about her.

So Betsy stood still and let the young girl feel her breasts like she was assessing their size and quantity for a new bra. She remembered thinking that the girl looked overly confident at the time. "I can tell the size of your tits with my hand," she whispered without taking her hand off Betsy's breast. "When did you have your last period?"

Betsy remembered mumbling her response. She knew her breasts swelled during her period but she wondered if that should be taken into consideration when selecting a bra size. "Very firm ... very nice. Yes ... you're a C+ or a small D. Here! Let's try something on," the girl said handing her a new bra.

Betsy didn't feel comfortable trying things on, but she did it knowing Thomas wanted her to look good. First it was bras and one after another she tried them on. Each time the girl managed to grope and fondle her even though Betsy tried hard to stop the girl's roving hands. It seemed the girl had a goal of molesting Betsy and she succeeded in doing it with each fitting. Her hands would always go to the sheer, lacy cups and feel how the bras fit. Then each time she would pinch the ends purposely so that her fingers squeezed Betsy's nipples, which remained fully erect.

Then Betsy merely stood still as the girl humiliated her even more. The girl removed the last bra and it was truly an amazing feat how she moved around Betsy's body so that she stood behind her. Acting like she was performing a special sales gimmick, the salesgirl reached around Betsy and grabbed her chin with her left hand. Then she pinched the chin with her fingers and thumb and turned Betsy's head to the side so she could whisper in her ear.

The girl put her lips directly on Betsy's ear and she let her tongue flick the lobe in a taunting fashion. "You have such marvelous nipples ... so hard and erect," she whispered. "Now it's time ... time to cover up that gorgeous snatch."

Suddenly the girl's right hand slithered around Betsy's body, starting at her neck and finishing with her flat palm on Betsy's lower tummy. The girl pulled the woman tightly into her young body with both arms and almost squeezed the wind out of her. Then the salesgirl slapped Betsy's tummy and her fingers extended to cover her inflamed pelvis. "Thomas! Bring that red one ... the one on the back of the chair."

Betsy was too ashamed to move a muscle. She felt the girl's daring fingers slip downward until the tips were pressing against the insides of her thighs. Then Betsy thought she would surely die. "Thomas! I think you'll have to buy all the panties. She's so wet ... she'll stain them all."

Then to Betsy's horror, the girl brought her hand up to Betsy's mouth and pushed her wet fingers into her mouth. Suddenly the girl whispered so softly that only Betsy heard. "You're lucky he's here ... or I'd make you cream. Have you ever creamed in a woman's change room?"

Thomas watched his girlfriend's eyes flutter and then roll up into her head. When he paid the salesgirl for a special anniversary present for Betsy, he didn't imagine the girl putting on such a performance. He could see the girl was going overboard, but hesitated putting a stop to it. Suddenly his eyes opened wide watching the girl swipe a finger through Betsy's wetness and then forcing his girlfriend to suck her finger.

He listened harder to hear what the salesgirl was saying to Betsy. "I can feel you shaking. I bet your boyfriend would love seeing us make love ... right in front of him." Thomas debated telling the girl to go ahead, but thought wiser of it, as he didn't want to humiliate Betsy more than she already was.

Things got even better when the girl quickly moved her hand behind Betsy's hips. Thomas could see her hand moving and then she spoke. "My God ... what an ass! She's got the tightest ass. Thomas ... you are one lucky bastard."

Betsy shivered with the memory of how she stood motionless letting the girl squeeze and grope her ass like a sex-starved teenager. Then all of a sudden the girl pushed her away and practically ordered her to try on panties. Betsy's hands shook violently, but she managed to grab the red thong out of Thomas' hand, as he held it out to her. It was a definite relief to be out of the girl's grasp and Betsy vowed to not let it happen again.

She swiftly pulled the skimpy garment up and over her hips. Suddenly Betsy was too self-conscious for any more embarrassment. She grabbed her clothes and Thomas could see the session was over. It was not worth an argument and he merely asked the sales girl to wrap-up three more of the various styles of panties along with some of the bras.

Once they were outside of the store, Betsy's heart rate slowly returned to normal. Then for the strangest reason, she determined that the experience was not as bad as it seemed. Suddenly the humiliation of trying on underwear in front of a salesgirl and Thomas wasn't too bad, but rather it was stimulating, even daring. She remembered how excited Thomas had gotten and how much he enjoyed watching her in the fitting room.

Looking back on their relationship, Betsy reasoned the love/hate relationship happened in definite stages. In the beginning, she felt a unique bond with Thomas and he treated her like a goddess. Then they slipped into a more adventurous, sexual relationship where they tried things that seemed to get Thomas aroused. It started with the visit to Victoria Secrets and next stop was a smut shop.

Thomas had sexual toys and pleasure things in mind, which was all new to Betsy. She felt her face turning red when they entered an adult store and a grungy old man approached them. Once the man found out what they were looking for, he looked Betsy up and down with the biggest grin on his face. His scheming facade made Betsy grab onto Thomas' arm more for mental support rather than anything physical.

Thinking about it years later, Betsy was positive she would have willingly bought anything if it meant they could have left the sex shop without talking to anyone. The old man seemed to stand near them, as Thomas led her around the vast store, and he filled a basket with various objects. It felt like an eternity and Betsy sensed the man's eyes undressing her the entire time.

Eventually they had selected three vibrators, two 8-inch dildos, a huge 18-inch double-dildo and various creams and lotions. The dildos were shaped so much like real cocks that it was almost impossible to tell the difference. Thomas quickly named the double cock, 'BD' for big dick, and he gave her a knowing wink when he shoved it in the basket. She was too embarrassed to argue, readily agreeing to anything in an attempt to get out of the shop, as quick as possible.

The old mad took them through a room full of leather apparatuses, but Betsy managed a quick and assertive, 'No thank you.' When they went to pay, Betsy noticed a beaded doorway off to one side of the store. She wondered why several men plus two young couples entered what appeared to be a mysterious room.

Thomas noticed her questioning look. "They show porno movies nonstop ... and also have glory holes in there," he explained. Thomas could see Betsy had no clue about glory holes so he explained what they were. She almost died at the startling revelation and couldn't imagine anyone touching, let alone sucking, a cock that came out of a hole in the wall. She remembered jokingly slapping Thomas when he playfully asked her if she wanted to see it in person.

Betsy couldn't get out of the smut shop fast enough. They went to Thomas' and there was one thing on his mind. First they tried the vibrators and then one of the dildos. All of a sudden Betsy finally realized she had been living under a rock. The sex was fantastic and the toys and instruments of joy added to their lovemaking.

Sometimes Thomas would use them on her, and other times Betsy used them, as he watched. Some of the times she used them and sucked Thomas at the same time, which she remembered as a big turn-on for her boyfriend. She also remembered what really excited her. While in her best submissive kneeling position, she would let Thomas fuck her from behind while she sucked on one of the dildos.

Suddenly the images of what else Thomas liked filled her head. That was the time he started using clothespins on her nipples, which eventually progressed to him using rubber bands on her boobs. She remembered how cutting off the blood to her breasts seemed to make them overly sensitive. Then she shivered at the vision of how she used to moan and scream when Thomas played with her blood-engorged nipples.

Then Betsy remembered how Thomas taught her to deep throat. He coaxed her to lay on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed. Then he got her to give him a blowjob. He told Betsy to make believe she was taking a big gulp of water and just let her throat open up. That was how he got his cock fully embedded in her mouth and down her throat. The first time he shot his load of searing cum down her throat, Betsy wondered if his cock wasn't really in her belly.

Of course Thomas wasn't happy until he started taking pictures of her. Betsy remembered the progression. He took pictures of her fully clothed, progressing to scantily clad and then into her being completely naked. Eventually Thomas was taking naked pictures of Betsy in every conceivable situation with her using all of the sex toys. Today she wondered if he kept his promise of not showing the photos to anyone else. Then she shrugged it off, as a silly thought, knowing he was a salesman who loved boasting about his egotistical accomplishments.

Betsy rolled onto her side and she needed a short rest. It was time to put an end to the dream of her second year with Thomas, as the weekend recollection of her life story was moving into another phase. She was still in love with Thomas, but their relationship was constantly changing.

Meets Debbie

The time was just before Christmas and everyone seemed to reflect the mood of the season. Betsy felt happy and she was in a giving frame of mind when she came home from school one day. Just as she entered her apartment complex, Betsy came face to face with a neighbor lady who had her arms full of groceries and half of them had fallen to the floor.

Betsy rushed to help the woman. Now years later, she deemed it was one of those innocent meetings that God must have planned. Debbie had just moved into the building and it was the first time they had met when Betsy came to her aide. They carried the groceries into Debbie's apartment and the woman asked Betsy to stay for coffee. There was an instant connection between the two and each woman seemed to feel like they had known each other for years.

Debbie told Betsy that she was married, but her husband was in the military. He was gone six months at a time, which made life hard for her. Debbie worried about his safety, but it was the most helpless feeling knowing that she couldn't bring him home early. She explained how her family was arriving the next day and how her husband's parents were going to stay for a few days. Debbie was doing the Christmas dinner thing and she told Betsy how deathly afraid she was of having her husband's parents stay in her small apartment.

Betsy immediately offered her apartment to Debbie. "Hey! You can put your family up in my apartment. I'm going to visit my family in New Orleans for Christmas ... and won't be home until the 29th. Please ... use my place," Betsy said. "Really ... use my place. I'd feel better if someone was there when I was gone."

At the time it must have seemed strange to offer an almost complete stranger to use her apartment, but the two women felt an immediate bond when they met. They developed an instant friendship, which grew from that first eventful meeting. Thinking about it now, Betsy felt it was meant to be, her close friendship with Debbie. She didn't feel threatened or jealous when Debbie was around and Betsy knew the woman would never do anything to hurt her.

Betsy got back for New Years. When she told Thomas about Debbie, she wondered about the sudden sparkle in his eyes. Thomas immediately told her to invite Debbie to join them for New Year's Eve, as he was hosting a small party with close friends at his house. Betsy thought his offer was wonderful, as she couldn't imagine Debbie being all alone when everyone else was celebrating.

Debbie gladly accepted the offer and the two went over to Thomas' together. When he saw the woman, Thomas marveled at Debbie's attractive appearance. She was about the same height as Betsy, about 5"8", and just as slender. She had short, blonde hair that framed her pretty face perfectly. He was instantly drawn to her eyes, which were the prettiest hazel green, and they had the most innocent look. He felt that instant twinge in his crotch at her sexy façade and vowed to do whatever it took to get into her pants.

Thomas couldn't take his eyes off the woman's boobs. Debbie liked to wear tops that displayed her cleavage and New Year's Eve was no exception. Betsy even remembered how she noticed Debbie's loose fitting top. She thought about mentioning to Debbie about not bending or leaning over too much, but shrugged off any warning as being too petty.

The party lasted into the wee hours and Debbie readily made friends with everyone at the party. She was an instant attraction to one of Thomas' friends who doted over her most of the night. The man made sure Debbie had a drink in her hand all night and it eventually took a toll on the woman's stamina. At one point, Betsy had to rescue her from the man, as he had Debbie off in a quiet part of the house pretending to enlighten her about something. The two women giggled when they returned to the main party and Debbie promised not to drink anymore.

Like most New Year's Eve parties, everyone was feeling no pain by the end. Since Debbie drank more than her usual, she readily accepted the offer to stay the night in Thomas' second bedroom. As the party broke up, Debbie chatted with Betsy about letting her hair down on such a celebrative night even though her husband was not there. Betsy remembered that was the first time they hugged. It sort of seemed natural for her to comfort someone who was separated from her loving husband.

"God, I miss him so much. I shouldn't be out having so much fun when my husband is away," Debbie whispered falling into Betsy's open arms.

"He'll be home soon. I'll be here for you ... when you need someone," Betsy whispered.

"I can't believe I found you. I was so lonely ... living all by myself. Then you showed up that day ... helped me with my clumsy grocery mishap," Debbie said. "I love you ... oh God, I'm sorry ... I mean ... God, I don't know what I mean." In a funny sort of way, Debbie believed it. She felt a very extraordinary bond with her newfound friend and it felt good being with her in a time of need.

"I know. I know ... I feel the same way. When we met ... I realized you were someone special," Betsy whispered. Then they put their arms around each other in a most loving embrace.

Betsy was unaware at the time, but her boyfriend was going out of his mind watching her in the arms of another woman. Thomas had returned to the astonishing scene after the last of his guests departed and he stood spellbound in the doorway of the quiet living room. Then he slipped off to his bedroom and waited for Betsy to say goodnight to her friend. The ten to fifteen minutes he waited seemed like an eternity and he jumped Betsy's bones as soon as she came to bed.

Thomas had torrid intercourse with his girlfriend, but he was dreaming about Debbie. When he first found out about the woman, he put a plan in place to fuck Debbie. Not only did he intend on having sex with the woman, but also he planned for Betsy to be a willing participant. Like most men, Thomas had a vivid fantasy of watching lesbian sex. The fact Debbie was a beautiful woman with a sexy body was a bonus, but it was her sincere innocence that got him really excited.

The three had brunch the next day. As Thomas kept his secret to himself, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Betsy remembered how she spent the day with Thomas, and then that night, he asked her a million questions about Debbie. At the time she just thought he was concerned for a woman separated from her husband and family, but she later learned he was on a mission.

As time went by, Debbie was included in more and more outings with the couple. Betsy never realized until much later that her boyfriend schemed to have Debbie around. It seemed like a natural evolution that Thomas wanted Betsy to see more of her dear friend. Then one day Debbie called Betsy and informed her that she had a major plumbing problem in her apartment. The building's maintenance man informed the woman that she would not have a shower for four or five days, so Debbie asked if she could use Betsy's in the meantime.

That was how two close friends grew to appreciate the familiarity with each other. Betsy remembered coming into her bedroom just as Debbie walked out of the bathroom. The woman was blow-drying her hair and she was completely nude with her arms raised high in the air. Their eyes met and it was too late for any modesty, so Debbie shrugged and both women laughed at how she had been caught. From that point, there was no problem with either woman letting the other see them nude or in any state of undress.

Betsy never thought anything about how Thomas kept prying about Debbie. She told him everything and even all of the intimate things that happened between two close girlfriends. One night Betsy went out with Debbie and the woman told her about being upset because her husband was not coming home as planned. Maybe she had too much wine; maybe she just wanted to console her friend, but Betsy offered Debbie her toys. She knew there was no replacing the woman's husband, but a vibrator or dildo might offer Debbie some comfort and release of her sexual tension.

After a few days, Debbie returned the vibrator and dildo. The two women chatted and suddenly Debbie asked her how she got them. So Betsy told her the whole story about the sex shop, including the groping by the young salesgirl that happened at Victoria Secrets earlier. Debbie was awestruck that it could happen so innocently in a public place and she wanted to know what exactly the salesgirl did. Then Debbie suggested that Betsy show her, as she just had to know everything.

Betsy flashed back to the first time she put her hands on Debbie in a sexual manner. She agreed to tell about what happened in the change room, but first she offered to get them some more wine. Betsy felt the urge to delay things, as everything seemed to be happening so fast and unexpected. When she came back into the room, Betsy remembered the woman acting very nervous. Debbie stood up beside the sofa when her friend approached, knowing she was about to experience something out of this world.

It was all very strange and new to Betsy too. She could see the woman's chest heaving in and out at a rapid rate and Debbie appeared flushed with that familiar lust displayed on her face. Betsy remembered how much her hands shook when she put the glasses of wine down on the table, as she spilled some.

Betsy could not remember a time when she felt so much strength and courage. She stared into the dreamy eyes of her friend and instantly noticed the woman expected her to act. Betsy tried hard not to babble or stumble over her words. "First, you have to take off your top," she said in a clear, concise tone.

All of a sudden Debbie was standing in front of her without her top. It was hard to remember the exact feeling when she put her hands inside Debbie's bra. Unlike the salesgirl, she immediately pinched and caressed the nipples, which instantly got rock hard. Debbie's boobs were slightly smaller than Betsy's but they were much, much firmer.

"She told me that the nipples have to be hard so you can see if they show through the bra. Then she whipped off my bra leaving me shivering and wondering what she would do next," Betsy whispered.

Betsy remembered seeing an excited look on Debbie's face and the expectations that she wanted more. So Betsy reached for the clasp and removed the bra. Both women gasped at the sight of bare boobies. Suddenly Betsy wondered how far she could push it or even how far she should push it. She put her fingers on both nipples and rolled the swollen buds around and around until the woman's eyes fluttered.

"Then the girl felt my boobs ... saying she had to assess their size with her hands," she whispered. Then Betsy did just that. She fondled another woman's breasts and marveled at how nice they felt in her hands. Then her fingers went back to the nipples and rolled them around again.

Betsy recalled that eventful day like it was yesterday. She remembered how mystified she was by her friend's actions, but reasoned Debbie acted in such a manner because she had not seen her husband for months. "Oh, my God ... I've never had another woman touch me ... touch me like that," Debbie moaned. "Betsy ... Betsy, oh God ... I can't stop. Oh God, my pants are wet ... soaked with cream."

Betsy witnessed animal lust in the truest form. She could tell Debbie was trying her hardest to resist the temptation to orgasm but it did little good. The telltale signs of her ragged breathing and shivering hips gave it away. Suddenly Betsy got a brilliant inspiration. "Let's use the vibrator. Strip! Take your jeans off ... and your panties." Betsy remembered how her hands shook when she helped the woman strip.

Then Debbie stood petrified, completely naked and more than ready to continue. Suddenly the cold tip of the vibrator was between her thighs. Debbie flinched but opened her legs to enable her dear friend to put the vibrating gadget in her crotch. There was instant gratification when her puffy labia were spread wide enough for Betsy to push the vibrator into the wetness.