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“The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” So wrote American poet and essayist Henry David Thoreau in the Nineteenth Century. This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today, considering the pressures and frequent monotony of modern society.
The majority of today’s men and women live in an overcrowded, competitive, noisy world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill — going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.
The young wife in this book is one of these desperate people. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, she seizes at the first opportunity for release. In her need, she casts aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.
BORED WIFE is a story about the “quiet desperation” in many of us and the extremes to which it may drive us.
Betsy knew it would not work. She knew the minute Jim dropped his undershorts and climbed onto the bed with his long cock so stiff that it curved upward.
She drew her nightie back to her waist and finger-tested her pussy slit. Soft and drooling, but this would not work, she would not cum no matter how hard Jim fucked her. Her nerves would burn and knot up agonizingly. Long after Jim slept she would pace the house. Even worse, she would go at the gin bottle.
Jim said, “You have a ready cunt if I ever saw one!”
“You better believe it,” Betsy said, forcing a show of eagerness. “I’m wet to the knees!”
“Raise your legs, baby,” he said.
She obliged, yanking them back, wide apart, exposing her hairy twat and watching him scrabble to her, bend his cock down and slipping the knob into her hole. Grinning, he wrenched it around to coat it with cuntal dew, then put on pressure and she felt the fat knob squirm into her.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number GR-2010 in the original publications (a duplicate).