Introduction
The Guilford Court Supper Club (GCSC) is a group of couples who live on and around Guilford Court, a small cul-de-sac in an affluent suburb of Dallas, who get together once each month in a different couple's home for a dinner party. This story is not about events that occurred at one of the monthly Supper Club get-togethers. Instead, it is a side story about an exciting adventure of one of the GCSC couples, Hank and Trixie Taylor.
The Taylors didn't live on Guilford Court. Instead, their house was on an adjacent street called Pecan Court. Hank and Trixie were very outgoing and friendly people, who quickly made friends with several of the established members of the GCSC. So, when an opening came up in the club, they were the first people asked to join. They readily accepted and have been happy, active members of the Guilford Court Supper Club ever since.
This story took place about six months after they joined the GCSC. It was something that the Taylors were embarrassed about and only shared with a few of their closest friends. It will, however, set the background for some future fun-and-games at future supper club parties.
Hank and Trixie were from Arkansas and were very Southern. They were both relatively short. Her height was not an issue for Trixie. She was cute and cuddly, at 5' 3" tall. She was a little heavier than the average GCSC wife but had extra-large 40DD breasts, a plump ass, and a slight tummy. She was adorable, with shoulder-length black hair and thick black eyebrows.
For Hank, however, the height was a bit of a problem. He was very self-conscious of the fact that he was only an inch taller than his wife. He compensated for his lack of height by staying very active and working out regularly. He was not overly muscular, by any stretch of the imagination, but was able to keep fit and keep the extra pounds off. He trimmed his brown hair into an old-school-style crew cut that he felt made him look more manly.
Trixie was quiet where Hank was boisterous. She rarely drank, where Hank drank nearly every day. He'd had one or two beers after work Monday through Thursday and drank non-stop on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Trixie might have a glass of wine occasionally, but was daring when around the girls and might have two or three. Trixie was very popular with the other neighbors for her kindness, kind heart and funny sense of humor. Hank was a boor, a redneck, and a stuck up jerk. He threw exceptional parties and was married to Trixie, so most people accepted him as coming with her.
Hank owned a lighting supply company and loved to brag about his big contracts, country club membership, and fancy cars. Trixie rarely gloated and seemed almost embarrassed at their good fortune and lifestyle. Trixie had been a teacher when they first got married, but as they had the first of four children, and Hank's business took off, she became a stay-at-home mother.
Hank doted on Trixie and would lavish her with gifts and presents. She, in turn, was generous with her friends, without coming across as arrogant. Often she would insist on picking up the tab for outings, lunches, and events, saying, "I'm just going to put it on Hank's company card," Most of the women in the GCSC appreciated it when she did that, but a few felt it was too much. One, in particular, was Betty Schmidt, who disliked Trixie immensely.
Hank compensated by being "big" about everything. He had a big mouth. Hank drove a big truck, had a big ego, and talked a big story. He was obsessed with sports, though he never really played any. Hank was the first to talk shit, tease or "rib" other people, but the first to back down when things turned tense. He referred to his cock as "big boy," but would never shower in front of others for fear they might see how small it was.
Once the Taylor children were all in school, Trixie started feeling bored and unfulfilled at home. She wanted to go back to work, but Hank was opposed to the idea. He was a bit of a caveman in his belief in the role of women. Hank believed that women should stay home, stay pregnant and stay quiet. To hear him talk once he had a few Coors in him, he was not averse to applying a little discipline with Trixie when she got "out of line." Nobody believed him and suspected that Trixie actually might "discipline" Hank when they were alone in their bedroom.
Hank and Trixie loved to go out to dinner. They usually would take the kids in the SUV and head to the Golden Corral or to the local Cici's Pizza Buffet to load up. It wasn't that they were cheap or miserly, it was that Hank liked the food there and you could eat all you wanted. Trixie, however, hated both places. She was a bit of a foodie and loved to visit all of the great new restaurant, gastro-pubs and food truck locations that had been popping up in the area.
As her extra free time turned to boredom, Trixie began to resent Hank's uncouth edges, his Neanderthal-like attitude, and his apparent poor self-esteem. She spent more and more of her time hanging out with the other GCSC wives, joining Girl's Night Out get-togethers and her newest passion, reading online erotic literature.
Hank had been Trixie's first and only lover. She had never seen another penis and had incorrectly assumed that they were all of a similar size to her husband's. Trixie had never measured his dick, but when she closed her fist around it, only the very end could be seen sticking out the top. She estimated it to be no more than four inches long but suspected that might be generous.
At first, she had always assumed that Hank's self-esteem issues were due to his height. She learned, from talking to the other GCSC ladies that there may be more to it than just being 5' 4" tall. First, she learned over lunch one day that the average erect penis was about 5.14" in length. She knew he was considerably smaller than that. What surprised her when several of the women revealed that their husband's cocks were six, seven, eight or in the case of Darla's husband Jake, ten inches long.
This revelation increased Trixie's curiosity about sex. She became an avid reader of online erotica and even ventured into watching porn. She had never really been into masturbation, but now she found herself doing it multiple times a day. She even invested in a small cache of dildos and vibrators of varying sizes. Her sexual curiosity also affected her intimacy with Hank.
Several times, she had tried to get him to attempt new things or to open up to new ideas. Each time she did, he shut her down. He refused to perform cunnilingus. He said it was disgusting and not something real men did. I only wanted the same tried-and-true formula. Rub her tits, rub her pussy, she blows him. Then, either he cums from her sucking his dick, or he pushes her on her back and enters her missionary style to pump for a minute or so until he came. He never showed any interest in her pleasure or if she had ever achieved an orgasm.
Trixie doubted Hank knew what or where her clitoris was.
Chapter 1
Trixie was having lunch one afternoon with two of her closest friends from the Guilford Court Supper Club: Jenny and Darla. Jenny was married to Dan, and they joined the GCSC over fifteen years ago. Darla and her husband Greg were relative newcomers to the group but had recently announced they were moving.
"So, I tried what you suggested, Darla," Trixie began, sipping on her Pina Colada, "I put on the sexy nightgown. He told me I looked like a 'harlot' and that our kids would freak out if they saw me dressed like that."
"You're kidding," Darla exclaimed. "What a jerk! Did you get anything extra fun out of it at least?"
"Yeah, did he at least give you some foreplay?" asked Jenny.
Trixie shook her head, looking down with embarrassment. "All that happened was he got drunk drinking beer and watching the football game. Then he crawled in bed on top of me and got his nuts off."
"Did you even get close to an orgasm?" asked Darla.
"Oh I had a great orgasm," she replied with a wicked grin, "about twenty minutes later in the bathtub with my dildo."
"Do you think he's gay?" asked Jenny in all seriousness.
"No, I mean he hates anything gay. He hates anyone gay. He says any good-looking guy is gay. I don't think so, no, not gay," Trixie answered with a frown.
"You never know," retorted Darla, "he could be in the closet."
