Betty Reaches for the Stars

Betty is a normal housewife living in the modern world of

1950. The beautiful young woman harbors deep secrets

about her husband’s lack of stamina in the bedroom.

Longing for a child, she suspects the fault lay with him.

Betty’s best friend is a strange young woman named Lex.

Lex harbors secrets of her own. When Betty discovers

them, it just may bring the joy both women so dearly crave!

Betty Reaches for the Stars

Part One

By Honey Moon

Please just a little longer! Betty pleaded silently as her

husband rutted against her trim young body. Twelve strokes,

thirteen, fourteen. Her heart sank when Michael gave a familiar

groan and trembled against her. She wanted to scream nasty four

letter words! Fifteen strokes? Was that all she had to look forward

to? She smiled up at the panting man and lied. “Oh honey, you

were wonderful!”

“Baby-doll, you just bring out the animal in me!” He pulled

out of her and flopped onto his back. “Big presentation tomorrow

at work. Goodnight, sweetheart.” He pulled up his pajama trousers

and rolled over onto his side.

Betty sat up. “Michael? Michael!” It was no use. Her

husband of two years was sound asleep! “Drat!” she muttered,

while slipping out of bed. The petite blonde threw on her robe over

the rumpled night gown and quietly went down the hall to the

bathroom.

“Am I the problem?” she gazed at herself in the mirror.

Beautiful blue eyes looked back at the troubled woman. “Let’s be

honest.” She told her reflection. “I can’t act, but I look just as good

as any of those starlets I read about in the magazines!” She let her

robe drop to the floor, and pulled the simple cotton nightgown

daringly low to expose more of the generous cleavage the good

Lord had blessed her with. “I am certainly not the problem!” Her

skin flushed. “I get my share of wolf-whistles, and more!” she

shook her head sadly. “Maybe I just want too much. I wish I could

ask somebody. They’d think I was some horrible harlot if I said I

wanted my husband to make love to me for more then just a

minute or two!”

Betty started the bathtub filling, safe in the knowledge that an

Atomic Bomb couldn’t wake her husband after what he thought of

as making love! The young woman slipped out her nightgown and

stepped into the nice hot water. “Oh Michael. Just once I want

fireworks!” She lay back, and closed her eyes.

Under the steaming water, the young woman’s right hand

moved. She spread her shapely legs and moaned softly as that hand

sneakily slipped between her plump thighs. Betty let out a long

gasp of air as her questing fingers began to explore. This had to be

a sin, but the heavens above knew how wonderful it could feel!

Betty began to stoke the pouting petals of her private place. She

sighed again, and daringly slipped a