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People are not always what they seem to be; more often than might be imagined, an outward appearance of normalcy only serves to hide and protect the dark passions that wait within.
The respected neighbor who suddenly surfaces as a wife beater. The high school cheerleader who, in a wild moment, takes on all comers at a supposedly innocent party. Or the quiet library assistant, meek in her appearance, who secretly uses a back room for clandestine meetings of depravity.
Jennie Lansford is one of these people. Outwardly she is a quiet, conscientious housewife. At first even she has difficulty admitting to the perverse passions that suddenly seek an outlet. But there is nothing she can do about it; her lust is stronger than her will, and she is becoming a slave to the churning desires within her. Still, she is not alone; in fact, the small town in which she lives is rife with sexual depravity hiding beneath a thin veneer of normalcy.
WARMED UP WIFE-the story of a young wife’s journey into a hotbed of sexual perversity. An experience that has meaning for us all in the complexities of modern society.
I guess everything started the night Jim took me to The Club. That’s all they call it, just The Club. But then I guess that’s all the name it needs; certainly it’s the only place of its kind in Hollyville.
First of all, you have to understand that Hollyville is one of the most boring towns in the world. The absolute pits, believe me. I know about it because I’ve spent most of my life there. Grade school, junior high, then on to wonderful Hollyville High. After that I went away to college, but somehow I ended up back in Hollyville right after I graduated, married to none other than my high school sweetheart, Jim.
But I have to give Jim credit, because he obviously knew something about Hollyville that I didn’t know. Which is to say, he knew about The Club all along. My only regret is that he waited so long to let me know about it. When I think about all that I missed …
Anyway, the first night I went he didn’t really prepare me for what to expect when we got there.. But then if he had told me beforehand that we were going to a sex club I have to admit that there would have been two big problems.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number CB-4112 in the original publications (a duplicate).