Betty Reaches for the Stars
Story by cuteycindyhoney
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 finger in where Michael’s
manhood had just spent so little time.
“I want more!” she whispered as her fingers danced. “I want
a man to make me feel wonderful!” The trembling blonde attacked
her little pink pearl with her thumb as she sawed a finger in and out
of her warmth.
Panting now, the blonde’s left hand reached for her ample
bosom. She alternated roughly rolling hr firm nipples between
thumb and index finger. The mix pf pain and pleasure made her
heart pound! Her hands both moved faster. Little whimpers and
moans filled the room as her hips rolled under the hot water of the
bath. Her mind pictured some nameless lover, pushing in and out
of her body with untiring powerful strokes. The lover she wanted
would never spend and tire after a pitiful fifteen thrusts! She could
feel it coming now, and her breathing grew loud and labored as her
body raced towards this most secret of goals. “If he lasted longer,
maybe I’d even get pregnant!” she cried as her fingers danced.
As usual, this blissful thought helped speed her along to that
delightful, yet frightening state her body could achieve! Betty cried
out as her body writhed in the water. She had no idea what to call
these strange convulsions, but the sensations filled her mind and
soul with joy! Again and again she brought herself to that almost
magical place, only to stop when she noticed the water had grown
cool. As she dried her sated body, she sighed. If Michael lasted as
long as her hands and fingers could, would she explode like this
too? She felt it in her heart. She would never know such bliss with
him.
The next morning Betty happily cooked breakfast for
Michael and herself. Bacon, eggs, grits, and momma’s secret
family recipe biscuits made a very good start for any day! It wasn’t
that she didn’t enjoy being a housewife, she just longed for love,
and a baby to prove that bond! Michael smiled at her as she set his
plate before him. “What do you have planned for this beautiful
sunny Friday, sweethear
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