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CD-ROM archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in
anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and
an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of
deirdre. -- deirdre

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                   Tutor by deirdre, 9/29/94

   "Well, what are you going to do about it?" What *can* I do?
Charlene shouldn't be asking such questions. I'd just confided to
her that my husband Jim could be a better lover. As you might
guess, that was my mild way of saying I wasn't much satisfied at
all.

   Well, Charlene and I were old friends, which is why I confided
in her, and if I didn't expect such personal and impossible
questions, I shouldn't be bringing up these things.

   "I don't know."

   "Probably nothing," she responded. After I didn't say any more,
she added, "You'll probably just continue to slide through life
unfulfilled. Lots of women do." I felt inside that she was right.
What a depressing thought.  "Or you can get off your *ass* and *do*
something." Charlene can be crude.

   "What would I do?"

   "You've talked to him, right?"

   "I..., I've tried to."

   "He wouldn't listen? Or were you too shy to go through with it?" 
Charlene always seemed to know people.

   "Uh, some of each, I guess." I knew she was thinking it was
mostly that latter. She was right.

   "Well, that's what you can do. You can teach him yourself...
or..."

   I bit: "or what?"

   "Or you could have someone else teach him."

   "Charlene!" She was thinking Jim should uh, do it with another
woman?

   "It would be *your* decision." she added.

   "Charlene, that's out of the question!"

   "And I suppose you won't choose that option--but it *is* an
option: there are actually professionals who would do it."

   "Prostitutes?"

   "Well, yes, but how much would he learn? I meant surrogates."

   "I couldn't stand it."

   "Look, you'd be trading some discomfort to your ego now for a
lifetime of the kind of beautiful loving that you crave. And you
think *Jim* is *really satisfied* if you aren't? He could end up
fooling around on you behind your back. Or *leaving* you." Charlene
had a way of making such outlandish things seem logical.

   "I couldn't stand it."

   "No, I guess you couldn't." We sat there not talking for at
least a minute.  Then we talked about a completely different
subject. We did talk about it again a couple of weeks after that
when Charlene came to visit me one Saturday morning. I guess I
wasn't in a great mood that morning, and naturally Charlene picked
up on it.

   "What's the matter?"

   "Nothing, really," I answered, noncommittally.

   "You look like you have the blahs." Suddenly I saw this
conversation getting into sex and I froze, not even answering her.
I didn't want to get into that again. I peeked at Charlene's face
and I *knew* what she was thinking! I wanted to be alone.

   "That bad, huh?" she finally said.

   "No! It isn't bad. I just want... more!"

   "Well..." she started but I cut her off.

   "No way! Besides, how could I go to Jim and suggest he go to
someone?  Where would I find someone? Is that stuff legal?"
Charlene didn't answer, but just sat there patiently.

   "I could do it," she finally said.

   "What!?" My mind raced. She must mean she could suggest it to
him. No!  No!

   "I could show him. I could make him into a great lover. You'd
have to trust me but I could do it." Was she after him? I knew that
Charlene was much better with men than me. Jim seemed taken with
Charlene and I realized that if she tried hard, she could tempt him
behind my back. If she wanted him, why was she bringing it up with
me?

   "It's too weird." I answered.

   "Well, it would be unusual, us being friends and all, but that
has advantages as well as disadvantages. You know you can trust me
and Jim wouldn't be with a strange woman. And I could help you
break it to him."

   "Yes, but who says I'd be willing to let Jim do it with a...
surrogate?"

   "Well, you don't *have* to do anything. That's your choice." She
left after that. I couldn't help but think about it. Charlene
offering to go to bed with Jim to teach him to be a good lover!

   "What would you do with him?" I guess I was curious enough to
bring up the subject myself the next time we talked.

   "Oh, you would have to trust me."

   "But I couldn't stand it..."

   "Unfortunately I think that is the whole idea. You have to
assume I'm doing *anything and everything* with him--assume the
worst. And that's what I'd be doing. Well, I'd be doing lots of
things with him including things you'd rather not hear about."

   "I couldn't stand it!"

   "It would be hard on you." I didn't answer. "You'd have to think
about the future, the results of the whole thing." I still didn't
answer.

   "I could," she want on, "come over tonight and get him." I
couldn't believe she said it but I still didn't say anything. I
just stared at her.

   "I'll be over at 7" she finally said, and left. I sat there like
a statue, watching her leave. I should have spoken up. Why didn't
I?

   Jim didn't have a clue except that I was a bundle of nerves all
evening.  Charlene was there at the door, right at 7. She saw Jim's
expression and probably sized up the situation in a half a second.
"I need to borrow you," she said to him immediately. Jim looked at
me with questioning eyes. I guess he thought she had some heavy
lifting or something. I looked at him.  It was my chance to put a
stop to this. I gave a little shrug.

   A shrug of consent I guess. It was my opportunity to stop it all
and I just shrugged. They left and my heart was in my throat.

   I sat and tried to read. Tried to watch TV. Tried to exercise.
I couldn't believe it. I just sat and stared.

   The door opened and there was Jim. I'd fallen asleep. He greeted
me as if he'd been out with the boys and headed up for bed. I
wondered how he could be like that. Maybe they hadn't done
anything. I lay in bed beside him. I still couldn't believe this
was happening.

   Charlene was there in the morning. "What... happened?" I asked.

   "Oh, remember, you can't ask any questions!" I didn't quite
remember that rule but I couldn't make my self press the matter.
But it sounded like they did it.

   "Oh, listen!" she went on, "You have to remind yourself of...
the *benefits*.  Of the *good* coming out of this!" What good? "All
this is for *you*."  Actually she had a point--I was dwelling on my
own jealousy when actually this was all for my benefit. But there
was a part of me that just didn't believe it. Soon she was leaving.
After she left I realized she said she'd be by at 7. I paced and
then tried calling her as soon as I thought she was home.

   "Charlene! Aren't you done?"

   "Done? Oh, you mean with Jim. This doesn't happen instantly, you
know."

   "Charlene!" I think my voice was a whine.

   "Oh, I'm sorry. Listen, really... one session really isn't much.
You have to understand..." I didn't answer. She finally said bye
and hung up.

   I almost went crazy when Jim was gone with her that night. It
was 11 when he got back. He didn't say anything about it and I
didn't ask. He just went to bed and I followed him.

   The next day I was talking to Charlene. "How long do you think
this is going to take?"

   "Well, it isn't just a night or two," said Charlene. "By the
way, how has he been?"

   "We haven't done anything," I answered.

   "Well, that's probably best. It's probably best that you don't
do anything with him while he's doing this."

   "What are you two doing?" I asked again.

   "Don't think about that! Listen... I really have to do
*everything* with him... you have to assume the *worst*. But you
don't want to know the details."

   After a week of more such nights I was talking to Charlene
again. "You haven't *done* anything with him, have you?" she asked.

   "No."

   "Good; Keep it up. Do you miss it? Him?"

   "Yes."

   "Oh, my poor baby. Frustrated, aren't you?" She made it sound
like I was an old maid and I didn't answer. "It's OK," she went on,
"that's to be expected." She paused but I still didn't speak.

   "Do you masturbate?" I couldn't believe she asked it.

   "No!"

   She giggled and said "I won't get a believable answer out of
you, will I?  You *should* be masturbating." I looked at her funny.
"Well, you're abstaining aren't you? Look, when you and Jim get
together, it won't work if you've gotten yourself all out of
practice. You *have* to masturbate."

   "Charlene, I can't believe we're talking about this!"

   "I can see you aren't one to masturbate much." She paused and
thought.  "Do it for me now."

   "What!? Charlene!"

   "This is part of the cure. I mean it! I want to see you
masturbate."

   "Charlene!"

   "I *mean it*!" She sounded almost as if she were getting angry.
I didn't know how we'd ended up in this situation. "Put your hand
up under your skirt," she said, in a quiet but determined voice.
She just watched me and waited.

   My skirt rode up to where it was hardly covering me. "In your
panties" she added. Then, "Now, finger yourself." I couldn't
believe this was happening. She just watched me for a while. I
wasn't getting turned on at all--I guess I really didn't know what
I was doing.

   "OK, that's enough for today," she finally said. My mind balked
at the implications. I pulled my hand out.

   The next day she was back. Jim had been out the previous evening
of course. She didn't come to pick him up anymore--he just walked
out.

   "OK, take off your skirt," she said. "It'll work better that
way," she said after my sharp look. I didn't move. "Look, I've
*got* to make sure you masturbate." We stared at each other.
Finally I took it off.

   "Now the panties." I was uncovered. I couldn't believe this.

   "I don't think you knew what you were doing," she went on. "I'll
try you," and she was in front of me and her hand was on me! I
opened my mouth to speak but her finger was on her lips, shushing
me before I got a word out.  Her fingers were on my vagina,
massaging to and from my clitoris. I still couldn't believe this.

   She had me sit and knelt beside me. She concentrated on
fingering me. I guess she knew what she was doing--I couldn't help
myself. Soon I was breathing hard... too hard.

   It was my first orgasm, ever. I'd never felt anything like it.
Actually I'd liked sex with Jim despite my lack of orgasms, but
this!

   She was back the next day. Again she fingered me and I had my
second orgasm. And then every day after that, she was back. She got
me to strip completely. Sometimes she'd vary it: she'd have me
stand while she sat.  She'd have me lie on my bed. She'd have me on
my hands and knees and reach between my legs. I was always nude.
She'd massage my rear.  Sometimes she'd open her blouse and let her
breasts hang out. She'd touch my breasts often. She got so she
could make me come just touching my breasts.

   She told me I ought to be doing something for her. Jim still
went to her every night and I felt like that was enough. She
pointed out that she was helping me directly and was helping me
with my husband. She made me feel I owed her something.

   But I missed it with Jim. I lay beside him every night. I'd
loved sex with him even if it hadn't done everything for me. I
wanted him and I knew we could do a lot more now. But he never did
anything with me and I never started anything. I knew Charlene
would decide when.

   Charlene told me to kiss her breasts one day, before she made me
come.  She talked me into it. The next day she undressed completely
and had me kiss her stomach. I knelt in front of her. She seemed
pleased.

   It still bothered me that Jim was always with her. I couldn't
help myself.  Those evenings always had me imagining things. I
wanted to know what was going on. Charlene always told me that
everything was going on but that I had to trust her. It had been
weeks since we started all this.

   It was too much for me to take. One night I went out for a walk.
I walked four blocks to Charlene's house. I felt so guilty--a part
of me knew right where I was headed. There were lots of lights on
in her house. I didn't knock at the door. The front rooms were
quite visible through the windows and no one was there. I walked
around the side of the house and looked in windows.

   I had to blink--I couldn't believe my eyes. Jim was there,
standing, as if at attention, nude, with his cock sticking straight
out. He was in the middle of Charlene's family room which was
filled with women sitting around talking! Completely dressed! Not
paying any attention to Jim! I stared. After a little while, a
woman got up and walked up to Jim. She put her face up to his and
started kissing him!  He didn't move except for his mouth. She
kissed him for about a minute and then went back and sat down. Jim
was as hard as ever.

   I left, and walked back. I could no longer remember what I had
been expecting. But this!

   I didn't say anything to Charlene when she was over the next
day. That night I walked over to Charlene's again. I looked in the
window in the family room. It was basically the same bunch of
women, but no Jim. They were sitting on the couch and chairs and
talking, drinking wine. Two women on the couch had their arms
draped over each others' shoulders.  The looked a little close, but
they were just talking and sipping. Then they leaned together and
kissed! I stared. They kissed for at least two minutes. Then they
broke apart. I looked at them some more. It dawned on me that one
of them was a man! Jim! I couldn't believe it, seeing him made up
like a woman like that. I left.

   The next day, Charlene pushed my head down toward her vagina. We
didn't talk much anymore when she was over. I kissed close to it.
She smiled down at me. I walked over to her house again that night.
Jim was standing naked in the middle of the room again with all
those women. This time, his wrists were tied to a hook in the
ceiling and he was gagged. One of the women was naked. She stood
and had a whip in her hand. She cracked it on Jim's rear. His whole
body jerked. I stared. I watched her whip him about 10 times and
then left. It didn't look like she was about to stop.

   Charlene pushed my head right to her vagina. I licked. "Good
girl!" she said. This is what she wanted me to do for her. It is
what I had wanted Jim to do for me. I walked over to her house
again that night. Jim and a woman were lying in the middle of the
floor, both naked, in "sixty-nine" position. No one else was
around. It wasn't Charlene. I stared. Somehow it was worse than the
other times. They kept licking but didn't break the position except
to roll back and forth a bit. I left.

   Charlene had me kiss her feet. Then when I licked her she
grabbed my hair.  When I got to her house that night and looked in,
Jim was there with that same woman. They were both completely
dressed and were slow-dancing close. I couldn't hear any music, but
the window was closed and maybe it was on low.

   Charlene came over with another woman and introduced her as
Silvia. I recognized her from Charlene's family room but she wasn't
the one dancing with Jim. Charlene had me strip and then had me
lick Silvia.  Silvia seemed to let go as soon as I licked her--she
pushed me over flat on the floor and straddled my face. She called
me nasty names while I licked.  Charlene fingered me while I licked
Silvia. We came at the same time.  That night it was just Charlene
and Jim in the family room. Jim was naked and kneeling in the
middle of the room. Charlene was watching television and seemed to
be ignoring him. They didn't move and I didn't stay long.

   Silvia was back with Charlene the next day. Charlene didn't even
touch me and neither of them made me come. Silvia just had me lick
her as she sat drinking iced tea. Then she took a whip out of her
purse and had me kiss it. She looped it once and rubbed the inside
of my thighs with it. That night Charlene's family room was
empty--no one was there at all. I walked home, wondering.

   The next day Charlene came without Silvia but she took me to
Silvia's house. After I stripped, they put a gag on me, tied my
hands to a hook in the ceiling and Silvia smacked my rear with her
hand. She asked me if I was ready for the whip! She giggled but
didn't whip me--just took me down again after leaving me there for
a few minutes. That evening the family room was empty again and
later Jim didn't come home at all.

   At midnight I called Charlene. She wouldn't say anything about
Jim, but came straight over. She took me out to her car and drove
me off. We stopped at Sylvia's house. She knocked on the door and
Sylvia and her husband came out. Apparently we had awakened them.
Sylvia and Charlene told me to strip. I looked at Sylvia's husband
nervously. He just watched.  Then Charlene walked up to me and
brought her face close to mine. She touched my lips with hers. I
felt hands on my body, taking off my clothes and was nude in
seconds. I knelt when they told me to and then the man stepped in
front of me and got out his cock. Sylvia told me to suck it.

   I've been here at Sylvia's and Craig's ever since. I seem to
spend whole evenings with Craig's cock down my throat. I never see
Charlene. I did see Jim once, going into our old house with that
woman I'd seen him with.