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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood mate-swappers.
Wendy Holmes is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a perverse desire for new thrills lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
THREE-WAY WIFE — a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
His hand slid a little farther up her leg. Her skirt began to bunch at her waist but neither of them really noticed. They were getting too turned on by the feel of fingers moving slowly over silky smooth thigh.
“Ummm, Alan, that’s too much for me,” Wendy said. “Stop. Don’t make me do any more.”
Alan moved in the uncomfortable car seat and turned so that his hand slid another inch up. His finger tips were just inches away from the promised land now. Her pussy was damp. He knew it. It had to be from all the petting they had been doing. And he wanted to stuff his fingers all the way up into that gooey twat.
“Don’t be silly, Wendy,” he told her, his hand clutching her firm thigh. “We didn’t come to the drive-in just to watch the dumb movie.” He turned and saw Dracula sinking fangs into the heroine’s throat. “Look at that, will you?” he said. “That looks like fun.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.