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Outwardly, most Americans maintain the strait-laced middle-class look that belies the social ferment lurking 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.
SPREAD-EAGLED WIFE is the story of one 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.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.