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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.
In R#PED HOUSEWIFE, Diane Rutherford is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
R#PED HOUSEWIFE—a fictional story about a society that refused to face many of its real problems.
Diane Rutherford looked disgustedly at the sight of her husband lying sprawled across the couch. Jim never seemed to manage getting through a party without getting himself plastered. It made her sick to see him that way so often. She might have left him long ago except that he was usually a decent man and a good provider.
He made enough money to keep her in the kind of expensive clothes she liked to wear—like the clinging formal evening gown she had on tonight.
Why the hell did he have to get drunk tonight?
Diane was feeling good. She’d had just enough to drink so that her body was tingling. All evening long she had been feeling the men watching her, eyes caressing her through her gown. She had worn it for just that purpose.
Her tight-fitting gown showed off her flat tummy and her beautiful ass, and it pushed up her big round tits to make them seem even bigger than they were. She had dark hair falling down to the middle of her back, and she knew all the men had to be thinking about how much they’d like to fuck her.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.