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SPREAD-EAGLED WIFE is the story of a young housewife, Donna, who gradually discovers some startling and perverse fantasies she is desperate to play out. Her story is a mirror of a way of life behind many closed doors. No facade, no regrets. Indeed, to Donna, her behavior and fantasies become a norm.
SPREAD-EAGLED WIFE—a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page from our restless society as food for serious thought.
Donna Henderson’s cunt tightened with pleasure, causing a few drops of fuck fluid to burn into her golden-blonde pussy hairs. Her emerald-green eyes flashed a darker color, and her sensuous lips curved in a hungry smile.
“Fuck me with your big prick,” she whispered, arching her back. She ran her blood-red nails into her patch of furry cunt hair, scraped along her sensitive, quivering membranes. “Hurry . . . Hollis.” She looked
at her husband’s naked, muscular body. “God, I’ve never wanted a cock so bad in my life.”
Hollis knelt at the foot of the bed and grasped both her ankles in his large hands. He then spread her long, lithe legs and bent her knees. Slowly, he pushed upward, almost rolling her into a ball.
“I’m gonna have a little picnic first,” he said softly, lowering his face to her steamy patch of cunt hair.
Donna rolled her head around, letting the silky masses of her shoulder-length, corn-colored hair slide over her cheeks. She thrust her pink tongue out and ran the tip of it over her parted lips. And even before her husband made contact with his mouth she could already feel the first tinglings of orgasm.
“Sweet . . . pussy,” Hollis murmured, nuzzling his nose into her slick cunt hairs. He thrust his tongue forward, fucked the tip of it inside her pussy. “Mmmmm, hot and wet . . and so fucking good . . .”
Donna flinched, then pushed her hips upward. At the same time she constricted her cunt muscles and trapped his tongue inside. His tongue was rubbery and wet, almost like a limp cock or an exploring snake.
“Chew me,” she begged, reaching around her thighs. She dug her nails into his broad, heavily muscled shoulders, then scraped to the sides of his neck. “Sweet Jesus . . . fuck me with that tongue, you bastard.”
Hollis burrowed his face fully between her legs, then lowered his right hand to her ass. While he fucked his tongue in and out of her burning cunt hole, he moved his index finger over her shitter opening.
“Want it this way?” he gurgled, plunging the full length of his finger up her ass.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.