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Fantasy-those wild, visionary flights of illusion or fancy-is a mental condition common to all, varying only in the intensity felt by the individual or in his ability to carry it out.
Certain basic fantasies run through the minds of almost all. People imagine what they would do if they had a hundred million dollars. How would one react were the office of the President of the United States suddenly thrust upon him? A housewife sees herself in the arms of a handsome, virile movie star. Sometimes the fantasies are on a more modest scale, yet still nothing comes of them. Why? Lack of motivation, the restraints of family and community and the fear that the fantasies might turn sour in their realization are often constraints enough.
Unless, like Lynn West, one possesses the “advantages” of a desperate need for a job and an unsatisfactory sex life.
With her husband laid off and jobs scarce, Lynn agrees to take a job at a massage parlor-and when she finds that her duties include sex, her desperate desire to bring home some money plus her boredom with her husband’s bedroom performance lead her to rationalize making all her fantasies reality. And Lynn soon comes to find that reality can even outdo fantasy-as she indulges herself in wild lust, trying out all the things she has only dreamed about, exploring her sexuality to its limits.
MASSAGE PARLOR WIFE-the story of one woman who gives her imagination full rein, letting it take her where it will, and where it eventually leads her.
“Lynn, aren’t you ever coming to bed?”
Lynn West, an attractive brunette of thirty-nine, didn’t look up from the television set. “Later, Bill,” she called to her husband. “I want to finish watching this movie.”
Bill flopped down beside her on the couch and glared at the set. “What’s so great about it?” he said.
“Ssssh,” said Lynn.
She wished he would go away. The movie, a foreign film and relatively uncensored, was really making her horny. The young hero was the kind of lover she fantasized about, absolutely radiating sexuality. She wanted to enjoy it undisturbed, maybe even finger-fuck herself to a climax during one of the love scenes.
She glanced at her husband. At forty Bill was still a very attractive man, tall and muscular, his thick black hair going silver at the temples. He was bright, funny, charming. Yet her cunt didn’t get all juicy when she looked at him. Fifteen years was an awfully long time to be married.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number PR-3045 in the original publications (a duplicate).