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From all outward appearances, suburbia maintains the strait-laced, middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, there is the advent of swinging and illicit sex. All in the spirit of good clean fun… But where does the fun stop and the degradation begin? When one excess leads to another — and another — to what? When the children set as a pattern for their lifestyle what already is the norm at home?
This is the story of two seductive twins and their husbands. Theirs is a startling story of a way of life behind closed doors. No facade. No regrets. Indeed, for them it is the norm.
SPOUSE SWAPPING TWINS — a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page of our restless society as food for thought.
She moved closer and let her legs twine around the man’s upper thigh. In this position, she could rub her snatch on his leg and get the divine friction in her pussy that she longed for.
The woman felt her cunt begin to water and drool at the nearness of the prick. While having the hairy leg rub all over her cunt lips was nice, the idea of that prick ramming deep and hard all the way up into her belly was even nicer.
“Fuck me, Stan. I’m horny!”
“You’re always horny,” he said. “Don’t you do anything at all during the day? I mean, God, you are always wanting it!”
“Sure, dear, I do all sorts of things during the day. I usually masturbate from twelve till one!”
“Don’t joke like that. It’s not funny.”
“So who’s joking?” she shot back.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.