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Behind the outward serenity and closed doors of middle-class suburban homes, we find people tormented by the same problems that have afflicted men and women throughout the ages.
While Americans today are leading “the good life”, enjoying material comforts unheard of in other countries, people may still find themselves in an emotional turmoil, reinforced by the increasing alienation of our lifestyle.
Barbara Reynolds is a typical suburban housewife. She is surrounded by material comforts. Yet her boredom and her husband’s increasing neglect lead her into acts which she never dreamed she was capable of. With each day she finds herself set more irretrievably upon a path from which there is no turning back.
OVEREAGER ORGY WIFE is a novel about this woman. A novel about the problems that may confront any woman when she makes the fateful decision to ignore society’s prohibitions.
Barbara Reynolds stared unhappily into the rear view mirror as she backed out of her parking space at Shoretown Mall. More interested in an imaginary wrinkle than what was going on behind her, she didn’t notice the other car going by. The sound of crunching metal startled her. She slammed on the brake, jerked the car into park, and cursed under her breath.
“Damn it,” she murmured, her fingers curled tightly around the steering wheel. “Dammit all!”
After three deep breaths, she cut the motor and composed herself before climbing out. She opened the door and eased her long slender legs out, her skirt gliding up her thighs. In one fluid motion, she was on her feet and walking to the rear of her car to survey the damage.
The angry man had climbed out of his car and was looking at his dented fender. He looked up, his face red with rage. “What the hell do you think…” He stopped hollering; she was beautiful and looked upset. His tone changed as he came around and took her arm. “Are you all right?”
Barbara forced a smile. “I am, but your fender doesn’t look too good.”
“It can be fixed,” he said. “You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”
Holding her arm, he felt an attraction to her. She was gorgeous and built, with thick deep-red hair and flashing green eyes. He forgot about his car completely when his eyes settled on Barbara’s huge creamy tits straining against her sweater that, to him, sadistically hid her tits from view. His only thought was to see her unencumbered by clothes.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.