Herb Maxwell loved his wife. He loved her deeply and completely.  He told her so all the time.  He told his friends constantly how good it was to love Doris, and how she loved him in return.  He always pointed out the great outstanding virtues of her femininity, what a great female she was, and how his love for her guided him to a complete, perfect life.

We, his friends, always listened agreeably as we all knew how Herbert loved his wife, but we also knew that he loved all women equally.  He was a charmer, and we knew about many of his conquests of desirable females.

I liked Herb, and saw him often. We belonged to the same men's club on Post Street.  We shared a private locker room in the same building where about 20 men of comparable status in life had their private club within a club.

Most men, although married, talked about their women lovers.  Some had lifelong relationships with one female, some were chasers, had short lived romances, and some even paid for their sexual pleasure's to anonymous partners.

In public gatherings, Herb had eyes only for Doris.  I knew better, as he and I had few secrets from each other.  And, being men, in a men's club, there is always bragging about sexual successes.  I also saw him  many times in intimate situations with desirable ladies.

Long before the 90's, when books were written about the great differences about men and women, Herb Maxwell always preached about the great divide between the sexes.  He always talked about the greatness, the goodness, the strength that a woman possess.  He worshiped women for what they are, not a different sex, but a different species of the ultimate creation.  

"Women really control us; life would be a jungle if they were like men.  But thank God, they are so much better, so smarter and bring order and control, and they can give us men the outmost pleasures with their bodies. When they really want to please us, and give us heaven, they even let us enter their bodies!"

He proclaimed and talked about the subject to all women that he liked, and they loved it and agreed with him, and consequently he had sex with many, many, of them.

"My body is a temple." some woman repeated, and I asked him often in how many Temples did you worship this week.

But he was very discreet and careful. Doris never found out.  A few times, I know some gossips mentioned to Doris about women and Herb.   He always denied everything, and had some well prepared excuses.  Maybe she believed him.  Maybe she overlooked some of his transgressions, but she never showed it.

It sounded like some joke, and we laughed about this whole idea.  But our friend was serious, begged and begged, and pressed the key in Herb's hand, and ran down to meet his wife.  We saw them depart.

Herb shrugged his shoulders, took the key, and took the elevator to meet a strange woman.  I waited about 15 minutes and went home.

A few days later my friend Herb described in detail what had transpired.

He opened the door; the room was in complete darkness.  Only some light from the street illuminated the bed on which he could see a naked female.  As he tried to turn on the light switch, he found a little sign, "No Lights Please."  As he approached the bed, the naked body almost glowed.  He wanted to talk but she gave him a note, "No talking please - undress."

He quickly undressed, leaving everything on the floor, and came nearer to the bed.  He wanted to start with a kiss, but he found her whole head wrapped in yards of a silk scarf; she could see him, but he couldn't see her face.

So he started to kiss her breasts - but she pointed down.  So he started to touch her crotch, but she pushed him down further and further and wiggled her toes.

I know Herb's tastes.  I never heard him talk about, or even mention, women's toes.  I even suspect that he didn't like that part of a woman's anatomy.  But he started to kiss and lick her toes, and between her toes, from the littlest to the biggest, and again from the biggest to the smallest, and then she pushed her other foot into his mouth.  It turned him on.  It was salty, and new, and he discovered areas on the soles and lower parts of her feet and legs.  She obviously liked it, and he continued working himself up to great sexual desires.  He proceeded to lick and kiss her other parts, up and up, and when he reached her crotch, the gate to heaven, she stopped him.

But gently, very softly, she dipped her fingers into her damp vagina, and with the damp fingertips only; she began to touch his erect penis - first the tip, then the underside.  When he couldn't stand it any longer, and was on the verge of exploding, she stopped, calmed him down, and then she proceeded again and again, until at last she opened her legs, very slightly, and let him enter her.

Fireworks! Explosions! - from both of them.  Never in life had he such ecstasy.  But it didn't end there.  While still inside she knew how to squeeze her muscles so lightly, so gently, as if she was kissing or massaging him form the inside.

The explosion came again!  This time was even more intense than the first time.  As they relaxed, she gently detached herself from him, pointed to a clock, to his clothes, to the door.  He knew that she wanted him to leave now.

When dressed, he turned back, the lady was on the bed, one leg stretched out, the other, bent at the knee, as if savoring the experience.

He rushed across to the St. Francis Hotel where there was a good flower shop.  He selected a dozen long stemmed silver roses, brought them back to the club, and had the steward deliver them to the lady that he just left. He also signed a card, 

"Thanks, you are a great anonymous lady."

When he awoke, he realized that it was very late.  He had overslept, and he rushed to take his shave and shower.  He noticed Doris was not in the bed, or even in the house.   He thought that she had let him sleep, as a good wife would.  She was always an early riser, worked out for an hour in a gym, and opened her boutique early.

There was a knock at the door.  When he opened it, there stood a man who served him some papers, some legal documents from an attorney's office, something about Doris suing for divorce, and that she wanted him out of the house immediately.  As he turned around, he noticed on the coffee table, in a large vase, a bouquet of flowers - twelve long stemmed silver roses.  These were the same flowers that he had selected and sent up to the lady in the hotel room.  Still attached was the note he wrote the previous night.