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Alice wondered what it would be like to have a young stud to fuck her regularly. It seemed that every married woman in the world was having an affair these days except her. Even Zenobia Grant — that decrepit old bag on the soap opera Alice sat here watching as the rain poured down outside — was having an affair. The old bag, with her six face lifts and inch-thick makeup, was presently locked in the muscular embrace of the young stableboy who tended her husband’s prize horses. The stableboy had to be at least a half century younger than Zenobia. Alice she’d never be able to figure out the stableboy’s lust for the old bag. She also knew that if there was any justice in the world, Zenobia would be caught in the act one of these days by her husband and banished forever from his luxurious estate.
Admit it, Alice, you’re insanely jealous, she told herself as she switched off the TV with the remote control and turned her attention from the blank screen to the rain sliding down the windowpane. You’re jealous because Zenobia has something you don’t have — a young lover.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.