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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, join the neighborhood mate-traders.
The women in this story are outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within them a depth of passion they never dreamed existed lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
THEIR WIVES IN BONDAGE—a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
“Let’s order a pizza!” Rita said.
“A pizza? Are you out of your fucking mind?” Sue took another long sip of straight bourbon and shook her silver-blonde head in disbelief.
“Fucking is exactly what I have in mind,” Rita replied with a lewd grin. “Have you seen the cute guy who drives the delivery truck?”
Edna snorted and said, “He’s only seventeen.” They were all in their thirties, bored suburban housewives gathered for their morning coffee klatch. Only coffee didn’t do it for them any more. Edna poured a stiff slug of brandy into hers.
“I know he’s young,” Rita said, “and you know how hot kids are. I’ll bet he can fuck all three of us before the pizza gets cold.”
“I’m for it, if he brings the giant-size, special deluxe!” Sue said with a giggle. She tipped her silver-blonde head and drained her glass. The sound of her laughter turned bitter. “I need something to fill me up!”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.