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One of man’s most basic, most important institutions is marriage.
Yet today, at least in the United States, matrimony is crisis-ridden at best, seemingly in a state of near-collapse at worst. The malaise often affects couples in their thirties, men and women born before or during World War II, growing up during the Korean War, and confused by a dozen years of involvement in Vietnam. There disintegrating relationships are a refection of unstable times.
Bill and Karen — attractive, successful to all outward appearances, yet unable to communicate at the most basic level, are driven by their boredom and dissatisfaction to seek an incestuous love. In their quest they throw away all traditional moral values.
Bill and Karen — their story is a portrayal of an affliction that plagues many American marriages.
Karen Jordan, a tall cool-looking blonde of thirty-five, watched intently as the boy walked onto the diving board and prepared to plunge into the pool. Specifically, she watched his crotch, and she was thinking, Oh, to be young again!
Karen’s dark-blue eyes focused lingeringly on the well-defined bulge of the kid’s skimpy trunks, and as he bounced up and down on the diving board in preparation for his leap, she thought she detected a slight quivering there.
What did that bulge represent? His balls? His cock? Her feverish speculation grew. She wondered what he looked like without clothes. God, he had a nice body-broad shoulders, small waist and hips, strongly muscled arms and legs. His sleek young body was deeply tanned, but the hair on his head and chest was white-blond.
Karen tried to imagine his cock, a sturdy stiff pole of flesh with a rosy tip. She felt an answering warmth in her crotch, a melting sensation. She imagined the boy crawling over her, thrusting his swollen dick into her…
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.