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Don was trying to do the right thing, but boredom and frustration were against him.
He thought with irritation of his wife, Brenda. She’d been so cold lately and refused even to talk about it, much less try any of the remedies he suggested. If she’d shown the slightest interest in anything from sex manuals to swap parties … any of the things he wanted to try … he wouldn’t have been in this position.
And the position was a mighty tempting one.
He was alone in his own home with one of the prettiest and sexiest young women he’d ever seen, and all the signs were in his favor. Just the way she walked across the room told him she knew what it was all about. Her hips undulated in a most provocative fashion, each round globe of her ass rolling separately and straining against the tight, clinging knit of her short skirt. Her legs were demurely clad in white silk tights but they too seemed stretched almost to the breaking point. Even her knee-high boots of soft calfskin, dark green to match the skirt, looked sleek and glossy and good to the touch.
I sure as hell would like to get my hands on those swinging buttocks! he thought.
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