"Gee – that's too bad," Caroline agreed.

The two girls had never shared confidences of this nature before and Caroline was a bit taken aback when Darleen talked so openly about sucking her husband's cock. But she knew that it was because the alcohol had relaxed her friend.

She was feeling pretty relaxed herself.

Darleen, looking sheepish now, said, "In the end, I had to give myself a handjob! Isn't that awful? Lying there in bed beside my husband, and all I could get was my own hand!"

She blushed suddenly.

"Gee, I don't know why I told you that," she said.

Caroline wanted to put Darleen at her ease. Anyway, she was finding this erotic conversation sort of exciting. She said, "Oh, that's nothing to be ashamed of, Darleen – I frig myself off a whole lot."

"You do? I always thought that Jonathon took good care of you in that way, Caroline."

"Oh, he does. At night. But he's useless in the morning – and that's when I'm at my horniest."

"I am, too, sometimes. I fingerfuck myself after Tom goes to work. Oh, two or three times a week, I guess."

"I do it almost every day," Caroline countered.

The two young wives gazed at each other, neither knowing how to proceed from that point and both wondering if they should have admitted such things to each other. They weren't exactly embarrassed, since both had confessed to the same thing, but still it was a delicate situation. They didn't know how to end it or change the conversation.

Caroline covered up her confusion by pouring them both another drink.