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Today, what with the continuing rise of the divorce rate, many people seem more surprised when a marriage holds together than when it breaks up. Yet despite many dire predictions about the gradual death of matrimony, the trend seems to be toward changing the internal structure and workings of that institution, rather than abandoning it.
We see an increasing number of books which dispense advice on how to make a marriage more “open”. Sociologists have noted a tendency for many couples to form trial marriages in an attempt to gauge compatibility before legalizing their relationship. And increasing numbers of married couples are trying everything from sensitivity sessions to mate-trading in an attempt to make their manias more flexible and meaningful.
Jill and Hal Summers outwardly lead the respectable lives of a happy young American couple, yet behind the scenes find themselves undergoing a crisis in their marriage — they find themselves growing further apart and becoming increasingly dissatisfied with their sex life. It is only after they embark upon a new life style — a style condemned by many but which, for them, is a new lease on life — that they find themselves truly communicating once again, realizing that sex between them should be a mutual giving and receiving, not a power play.
By the time they were halfway home, Jill knew they were going to fuck. The knowledge annoyed her. Not that she wasn’t horny enough. It had been several days since Hal’s hard cock had slipped up into her needy cunt. Futile tremors of lust twitched her pussy-lips. Her crotch felt like a steaming swamp.
So why was she annoyed? Hal thinks he can reach out and grab my snatch anytime he wants. She thought. Whether I want to or not. Well, in a way he could. After that, they were married, living together, sharing the same big king-sized bed. And it wasn’t as if Hal wasn’t sexy enough.
So quit acting like a neurotic housewife, Jill, she warned herself. She’d be understanding. Let him pound his cock up her cunt, fuck the hell out of her.
Jill began to get excited as she thought about being fucked. Strange, though… if she thought about Hal fucking her, she turned off a little. But if she just concentrated on the image of a disembodied cock slipping up into her snatch, spreading open her hot pussy-lips, she got hotter and hotter.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number SE-2034 in the original publications (a duplicate).