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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on the stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, while appearing to be staid members of the establishment, are secret members of the neighborhood mate-swapping group.
Pam Wilson is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her lies a perversity that even she at first refuses to recognize, a perversity that haunts her dreams and eventually forces her to act.
WIFE ON CALL — the story of one woman haunted by the perversity of the passion seething within her. Hers is a serious tale, and a reflection on the many problems facing our society.
Pam Wilson slinked one very slinky leg across her husband’s body and she eased her pussy with sophisticated ease against the lump in his shorts. She put a hand on his waist, another on the side of his head, and she began to kiss him awake, the way he loved to be awakened.
Kerry’s eyes opened slowly, fluttering as he awoke, and then he understood what the ticklish pressure on his mouth meant. “Hello, baby,” he said, embracing Pam and angling his crotch into hers. It was all he got to say. She felt the sudden growth of his cock and she slammed her mouth down upon his, tongue jabbing furiously into Kerry’s mouth as he sucked it just as furiously.
If he’d been lumpy between the legs a moment ago, he was absolutely rocky now, his dick as hard as granite, his balls big and swollen just beneath. Pam had already tugged up the tail of her nightie and she was rubbing his shorts with her bare flesh.
Kerry groaned and embraced her more tightly, and then he was moving his wife onto her back as she spread her legs to greet him. Was there any better way to start the day off? Pam didn’t think so. Neither, from the way his hands attacked her body, did Kerry.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number EL-2010 in the original publications (a duplicate).