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In THREE-WAY WIFE, Wendy Holmes is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a perverse desire for new thrills lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
THREE-WAY WIFE — a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
His hand slid a little farther up her leg. Her skirt began to bunch at her waist but neither of them really noticed. They were getting too turned on by the feel of fingers moving slowly over silky smooth thigh.
“Ummm, Alan, that’s too much for me,” Wendy said. “Stop. Don’t make me do any more.”
Alan moved in the uncomfortable car seat and turned so that his hand slid another inch up. His finger tips were just inches away from the promised land now. Her pussy was damp. He knew it. It had to be from all the petting they had been doing. And he wanted to stuff his fingers all the way up into that gooey twat.
“Don’t be silly, Wendy,” he told her, his hand clutching her firm thigh. “We didn’t come to the drive-in just to watch the dumb movie.”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.