Somewhere within the past few months I've read that there seems to be some foul scheme about to persuade men that the most important thing is to satisfy their wives. Anyway, it is true that what I read assumed that it was the wife that would be frus- trated. The book couldn't have been written about my wife. She had been raised on a dairy farm and was just as gentle and shy as a dairy cow in heat. This fit in pretty well with her attitude about it. She seemed to feel that there was only one purpose for intercourse- -that being conception--and any other attitude was sin- In fact, her manner of suggesting intimacy was, "I want a

ful. baby."

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She was not interested in foreplay which my reading had led me to believe was so important to a girl. Nor would she engage in the casual kiss or caress common among married people. And, of course, mouth contact that I'd engaged in with my aunt was un- thinkable to her. We were a long while achieving conception so that it was three years until our first baby arrived.

I was sure now that with the difference of being married, I'd overcome my desire for women s clothes. But it was otherwise. Sharing the same dresser with her, everytime I went for something her clothing would be there right in front of me. So I took to slipping on her things for a while each day that I was working the 11 to 7 shift.

Then there was the day that she wasn't working--just out. When she spoke to me, I was in girdle, panties, stockings, and was just reaching for her housecoat.

When first married, I'd learned that she was very much annoy- ed by my sleeping naked or in my shorts. I had grown to like tak- ing a bath in water just as hot as I could stand. This would make me perspire so at the slightest exertion that I wouldn't dress but flop naked across the bed covered only with a towel un- til I'd cooled off. And, thirdly, she didn't like my O.D. under- wear. I had thought I could use these things to get me into her clothes and had made a suggestion here and there but it had never gotten farther than the laughing and joking stage. But I'd given it such a good try that she now saw through it.

Her father had a cousin with a boy about her age.

I knew

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