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The passions and desires that most people only dream about fulfilling are usually kept hidden beneath a veneer of respectability and outwardly normal appearance — on a psychiatrist’s couch, in a place far from family and acquaintances, on an occasion where alcohol and the relaxed inhibitions of others lend an air of recklessness and experimentation are those desires ever expressed or experienced.
This is a story about married adults who, while still in love with their respective mates, find themselves getting bored. Then an unusual set of circumstances revolutionizes their lifestyles, and forever changes the workings of their marriages.
And while they struggle to come to terms with their new way of life, they also struggle to keep up a facade of respectability — attending the proper social functions, keeping their homes in good order, working at their jobs. Behind the scenes they embark upon a path condemned by many but which, for them, is a new lease on life.
THREE HORNY WIVES — the story of one possible road to marital happiness. A path taken by many others today. A comment on the changing mores of our restless society.
Jennifer Foley woke up early that morning and looked across the bed at her husband, Fred, who was sleeping soundly.
Jennifer was frustrated. It seemed to her that the only thing he ever did at home was sleep. Of late, he had been spending more and more time at the office and not getting home to their house in the suburbs until late at night. He would slump in front of the television for a while and then crawl up to bed. In the mornings, as soon as the alarm clock sounded, he was up and out of the house.
When they were first married, Jennifer had fucked and sucked day and night, now she was lucky to get a quick poke on weekends. Jennifer was a horny woman and the fact that she was not getting her share of fucking was of great concern to her.
She began to idly stroke her poor neglected pussy. Her cunt rippled with expectation as she traced the tips of her fingers along the unfurling cunt lips. The slit parted into a wide gash, and that gash was filled with cream, eager to be filled with hot cock.
She reached out sideways and ran her hand over Fred’s lean, hard belly. She moved her hand down, hoping fervently that he would have a morning hard-on.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.