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 husbandâs lack of stamina in the bedroom.
Longing for a child, she suspects the fault lay with him.
Bettyâs 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. âOh honey, you
were wonderful!â
âBaby-doll, you just bring out the animal in me!â He pulled
out of her and flopped onto his back. âBig presentation tomorrow
at work. Goodnight, sweetheart.â He pulled up his pajama trousers
and rolled over onto his side.
Betty sat up. âMichael? Michael!â It was no use. Her
husband of two years was sound asleep! âDrat!â 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.
âAm I the problem?â she gazed at herself in the mirror.
Beautiful blue eyes looked back at the troubled woman. âLetâs be
honest.â She told her reflection. âI canât act, but I look just as good
as any of those starlets I read about in the magazines!â 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. âI am certainly not the problem!â Her
skin flushed. âI get my share of wolf-whistles, and more!â she
shook her head sadly. âMaybe I just want too much. I wish I could
ask somebody. Theyâd 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!â
Betty started the bathtub filling, safe in the knowledge that an
Atomic Bomb couldnât 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. âOh Michael. Just once I want
fireworks!â She lay back, and closed her eyes.
Under the steaming water, the young womanâs 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