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"Sure Fred, sure." Barney smiled back. "I guess I forgot all about your magical charm."

While Fred and Barney had exchanged barbs, Wilma had snuck out the Rubbles front door and entered her house from the street side. She no sooner stripped and jumped into bed when Fred walked into the room.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm glad your still up." He said as dropped his skin and eased into bed with her. "All night I've been thinking about how nice it would be to snuggle up to you when I got home."

Wilma smiled as she felt his hands close on her breasts. See, Betty was wrong, she told herself. Fred could still surprise her. Two minutes later he parted her legs and entered her. A couple of grunts and one Yaba Daba Doo later, Fred rolled over and fell fast asleep. Some things would never change after all.

For an hour after that, Wilma laid there away and stared at the ceiling. Every time she closed her eyes, she starting imagining what kind of things Shirley Rocstein had really shown Betty. To her surprise, the images left her wet beneath the sheets.

After dinner Saturday night, Wilma had just finished clearing the dishes when she heard Fred humming contentedly from the living room. Curious, she peeked in and turned red with anger.

Sitting in his big easy chair, Fred was meticulously polishing his bowling ball. Every few second he would stop and pay special attention to a small smudge he had overlooked before. Looking up at the clock she noted that he had been working on the ball for almost an hour.

"Now there's a thing of beauty." Fred noted as he finished clearing off the last smudge and lifted the ball to eye level. "Baby, we're going to wipe out Kelly's tenpins tonight." He said to the ball as he bend down and kissed it.

"Tonight...?" Wilma said as she walked into the room, dishtowel still in hand. "I thought we were going to the movies tonight?"

"Sorry honey," Fred said as he gently put the ball back into his bowling bag. "They had to move the Monday night game up to Saturday on account of some benefit they're having on Monday. I can't let the guys down, if we win tonight we go into the championships."

"I see...," Wilma said, hiding her anger. "Well who am I to stand in the way of you and the guys."

"Thanks sweetheart," Fred said as he dashed by her and kissed her on the cheek. "I knew you'd understand."

"Oh I understand," Wilma said to herself as the door closed. "Sometimes I'm just too damn understanding."

As she heard the car pull out of the driveway, Wilma began to cry.

Ninety minutes later, Wilma turned off the Television. She couldn't get into the movie anyway. Walking toward the bedroom, she stopped at the table where she had dropped her purse the night before. The purse with Betty's Saber Tooth. She stood there staring at the bad for a few moments, then picked up the bag and continued on to the bedroom. Laying back against the pillows, Wilma spread her legs and ran the point of the polished tooth across the outline of her mound. Gently she brushed the tip against the tight opening and eased it slightly inside. She sighed as she applied a little more force and felt it rise up inside her. Wilma had to admit to herself that it felt good.

With one hand she began to slide the tooth in and out, finding reentry easier each time as the walls of her pussy began to produce a steady stream of lubrication. Her other hand began to explore her body, rubbing her small breasts. With her eyes closed she could imagine they were as large as Betty's. What would it be like, she asked herself, to play with Betty's big breasts.

The thought brought a tremor between her legs and her free hand slid down to her clit, playing with it between her fingers. She quickened the pace of the saber tooth, sighing louder now as she took all nine inches inside her. Touching parts of her Fred had never reached.

Soon, she told herself.

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