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The facade of respectability often crumbles to dust with remarkable swiftness once its protective armor has been pierced.
The relatively minor investigation into the conduct of one police officer results in the discovery of massive corruption within the force. A routine check by the government of a corporation’s finances turns up damning evidence of widespread tax evasion, graft, kickbacks, bribes and payoffs.
And what of the facade of righteousness and puritan morality in the tree-shaded, picket-and wrought-iron-fenced suburbs of middle and upper-middle-class America?
What really goes on behind those freshly painted doors? Is depravity an exclusive right of the ghetto-dweller, as many of the more fortunate would like to think?
The serious and shocking story of one pleasant suburb, and of some of the people who live there, one sensuous housewife in particular, a woman ready and eager for anything.
BALLING EAGER WIFE — a novel that goes beyond the fictitious town in which it is set… possibly any American town?
Anne and Dave had just moved to Paradise Beach. They were in their new house ready to go out for the evening.
Anne stood before the mirror. She looked regally beautiful in a white merry widow that hugged her body, enhanced her fabulous curves. The rich roundness of her hips spread below, her garter-straps tight to dark nylons, and she had on white heels. The bra cups of the merry widow bulged with her huge melon-like tits.
Her hair was cut into bangs across her forehead, then shaped like a bell around her beautiful square face. She had well-defined cheeks and pouting red lips.
She was beautiful, sexy.
When Dave emerged from the shower and saw her standing at the bathroom mirror, his cock leaped with love and admiration for his lovely wife. He dried quickly and knotted the towel around his waist.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.