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Outwardly, most Americans maintain 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 sexual fantasies brought to life.
TIED UP WIFE is the story of one young woman, Diane, who gradually discovers that other people have some startling and perverse fantasies they are desperate to play out. And she finds that she also enjoys them. Her story is a mirror of a way of life behind many closed doors. No facade, no regrets. Indeed, to Diane, her behavior and fantasies become a norm.
TIED UP WIFE — a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page from our restless society as food for serious thought.
“Ummm, not here, Paul. Not here!” moaned Diane.
“Then where? Here?” His hand moved back along her pinkly scalloped pussy-lips until he found her puckered anus. His finger stabbed out and into her depths.
She moaned again, moving her ass around the impaling finger stuck so deep up her ass. The dental assistant tried to concentrate on what she had come in to speak to Doctor Allen about. It was getting harder to think by the second.
That wasn’t all that was getting harder. As the dentist pressed closer to her, she could feel his prick stiffening into a swollen, steely fucking tool. There was no question what he wanted to do with it, either.
Normally, Diane would have readily agreed. She and Paul Allen had been getting it on for months and months. It worked out beautifully with them. The patients seldom filled up an entire day’s work schedule.
The fucking did.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number BH-8044 in the original publications (a duplicate).