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In many cases today’s marriage is seen as a business and/or social arrangement between consenting adults rather than a continuing expression of love.
The results are obvious: casual, promiscuous infidelity; a lack of concern for the partner and the children; the breakdown of the nuclear family; and the use of others for thrill-seeking–and often deviant—purposes as an end in itself instead of as a means of showing devotion and affection. Too often a loving veneer masks a core of, at best, unconcern, at worse, depravity.
THREE-WAY WITH THE LIBRARIAN is the story of one middle-aged wife, outwardly normal, who discovers an eagerness to satisfy her lustful cravings in the arms of other men and woman. A shocking story, true, but also a mirror of our times.
Audrey Wilson sighed. Her pussy was hot. Half asleep and half awake, she rolled over, groping, searching for her husband’s warm muscular body. The space beside her was empty.
“Damn,” she muttered, opening her emerald eyes to the morning sun as it streamed in through the bedroom window. “Damn.”
She was fully awake now. Angrily, she sat up. The sheet came away from her naked body. Plump ripe tits, swollen with the passion that ran rampant through her excited body, bounced freely. She moaned as she stretched. She raised her arms and her tits billowed, the nipples rosy, puffy, stiff with passion and needing a mouth to suck them.
She spotted the note Brad had left on his pillow. A scowl spread over her pretty face. She grabbed it, read it with angry eyes.
“The library again,” she spat. “Jesus Christ! It’s always the library!” She crumpled the note and threw it across the room.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.