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The passions and desires that most people only dream about fulfilling are usually kept hidden beneath a veneer of respectability and outwardly normal appearances. Mostly under unique circumstances — on a psychiatrist’s couch, in a place far from family and acquaintances, on an occasion where alcohol and the relaxed inhibitions of others lend an air of recklessness and experimentation — are those desires ever expressed or experienced. This is a story about married adults who, while still in love with their respective mates, find themselves getting bored. Then an unusual set of circumstances revolutionizes their lifestyles, and forever changes the workings of their marriages.
And while they struggle to come to terms with their new way of life, they also struggle to keep up a facade of respectability attending the proper social functions, keeping their homes in good order, working at their jobs. While behind the scenes they embark upon a path condemned by many but which, for them, is a new lease on life.
UMMM, WHAT HOT NEIGHBORS! The story of one possible road to marital happiness. A path taken by many others today. A comment on the changing mores of our restless society.
Helen Bradley leaned back in her husband’s dentist chair and spread her legs for Sam. Her wide mouth, warm blue eyes and fluffy blonde hair made Helen look strangely like Farrah Fawcett, the television and movie star, and the three men let their fantasies have free rein as they stepped closer to her.
“Come on, give it to me,” Helen said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sam, her husband, pushed Helen’s skirt higher on her thighs, then hooked his fingers inside her panties, feeling the warm wetness of her cunt’s juices. He pulled her ankles together, then slowly brought her silk panties down her legs. George and Jay, Sam’s best friends and closest neighbors, were busy unbuttoning Helen’s freshly starched white nurses uniform, baring her tits that rose and fell with her breathing. Helen’s hands were between the men’s legs, fondling the fat lumps of cockmeat that throbbed inside their pants.
“Hurry! I need your cocks!” Helen gasped, finding the tab on George’s zipper and pulling it down. As though his prick had a life of its own, seven inches of hard cock leaped out the fly, aiming straight toward Helen’s red, glossy lips. She curled her fingers around his quivering prickshaft and pulled him closer, her mouth open, waiting impatiently for his cock.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.