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In ORGY WIFE, Tracy Sommers is a typical young suburban housewife. She is surrounded by material comforts. Yet her boredom and her husband’s increasing neglect lead her into acts she never dreamed herself capable of. With each day, she finds herself set more irretrievably upon a path from which there is no turning back.
ORGY WIFE is a novel about the problems that may confront any woman when she makes the fateful decision to ignore society’s prohibitions.
Tracy Sommers sat in her living room wearing a thin silk nightie, fussing nervously with her long brown hair as she waited for her husband to phone. She was lovely and restless. To pass the time she had picked up a book.
It was just another trashy novel, with a lurid cover. There had been several of them in a bookcase in the back room. They had been left behind by the last occupant of the apartment.
She ordinarily wouldn’t be caught dead reading such a book. But tonight she was so lonely and bored. And the writing was so frank and erotic.
The book was about a girt named Cynthia.
On the first page she was lying sensually across a mattress. Her thighs were warm and tense.
Her cunt was wet from thinking about the hot blowjob she was going to give to the man named Jeff, when he arrived.
Tracy put the book down. She had never given a blowjob to Jim, her husband, even though he had tried to make her do it. It wasn’t that she had anything against his cock. It was big and thick and beautiful, and she loved to have him fuck the daylights out of her with it. But it was the thought of all that yucky sperm shooting into her mouth that bothered her. Still, men seemed to think it was so important. Some day, she guessed, she would have to try.
She returned her eyes to the book. The author was now describing Cynthia’s body. Her tits were full and ripe as high and firm as a teenager’s. Her nipples were round and swollen and pink.
Tracy looked down at her own nipples, visible through the sheer fabric of her nightie. They were large, dark and puffy. She smiled as she remembered the way men liked to lick and suck them. Cynthia had nothing on her when it came to that.
Cynthia, according to the book, had a waist that was temptingly narrow. Her long elegant thighs attracted lustful attention wherever she went. Her ass was shapely and firm. And so on, and so on.
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