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In THE HORNIEST WIFE, Gloria Campbell is one of those outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a love of perversity and a depth of passion she never dreamed existed lie coiled like snakes, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse them.
“You know that young man you hired to do odd jobs around the house?” Gloria Campbell said to her husband Charles, as they undressed for bed. “Ummm? Jack, you mean.”
“Um hum.”
“What about him, dear?”
Gloria smiled impishly.
“I think he has the hots for me,” she said.
Charles, in the process of lowering his trousers, looked up at his wife. It was a pretty sight. She was wearing only a pair of bikini panties as she stood beside the bed. The panties were pale blue and transparent enough so that he could see the outline of her pussy and pubic bush through the flimsy material. They were also very tiny, so that he had the impression that her cunt had been loaded into a slingshot, the way the panties were stretched taut across her hips and ass.
Charles paused, one knee raised.
“Well, I can’t say I blame him,” Charles said.
Gloria smiled, complimented, perfectly aware that her husband was studying her near-naked body..
“But how do you know?” he asked.
“Oh, the way he looks at me. The way he blushes when I speak to him-and stammers when he answers.”
She gave a little shrug and turned away, so that Charles could see her tits in profile. They were splendid tits, large and heavy and yet, despite their size, standing upright and thrusting without need of support.
She never wore a bra.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.