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Psychologists invariably agree that man has certain needs that are an inherent part of his nature. Most commonly mentioned are physical needs — the needs for food and shelter. The need for sex — the “reproductive drive” as it is so often referred to — is also considered basic to man.
Gloria Stanford, the beautiful young widow in this story, is a woman whose strong sex drive has been frustrated by the death of her husband. Her pursuit of satisfaction thus becomes desperate, and those with whom she lives and associates suddenly become targets — especially her young nephew, Larry. A normal, healthy sex drive becomes reckless and those caught in its path are abruptly confronted with a dilemma which can be resolved only through unique solutions.
SWINGING AUNT — the story of a woman who has come to terms with her own nature and needs. A novel of significance to our ever-changing society.
Gloria Stanford pulled the thin nightie closer around her lush body as she strolled aimlessly through the back yard of her sister’s house. Ever since her husband had been killed in a truck wreck, she hadn’t been feeling too well physically. Nothing that she could put her finger on, just minor aches and pains and a general listlessness.
She knew what the problem was, deep down. She had loved Henry and his loss was creating a gap in her life that wasn’t going to be easily filled.
True, she was still young. Not as close to forty as she was to thirty, she still had a body that made men turn and look twice. The flare of her perky ass from under the nightie would have given any male a hard-on. If that didn’t do it, the ample tits spilling lavishly from the front of the thin nylon garment would have done it for sure. The tits bobbed, unfettered, and the distant street light cast just enough light into the back yard to make it obvious that her nipples had become erect from the cool wind whipping around her body.
Gloria walked on the grass, feeling its moistness under her bare feet. Why she enjoyed coming out here more naked than dressed and simply wandering, she didn’t know. With the street only a few feet away, any passing pedestrian could look over the wall and get the treat of his life.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number TB-1047 in the original publications (a duplicate).