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Racial Swap-Night 2

Chapter 3


Clay Marsdale arrived home after just having beaten the pants off one
of his new pros. The competitive older man was ecstatic when he could
still slaughter a much younger man on the courts. He'd done everything
else now in life and tennis had become his passion. He parked his
Mercedes in the large garage and went directly to his screening room.
Clay was a gadget fanatic and his newest craze was having all matter of
video equipment. He had a screening room size video screen and his
camcorder was used for more than just playing back the mistakes of
tennis students at the clinic.

Anxiously, he took the cartridge out and put it in the machine and with
a couple of adjustments the image slowly materialized on the giant
screen. There was a knock on the door.

"Clay, darling, are you here?" Nina asked softly.

"Yes, baby, hang on for a second."

The tape was wound into the machine now and the figures were clearly
visible and identifiable. He opened the door to admit his wife.

Nina was carrying a shaker of martinis and two glasses. Clay gratefully
accepted one from her and kissed his wife full on the lips. He could
smell the alcohol on her breath and he knew that she had quite a
headstart on him.

"Just what the doctor ordered," he said looking over her trim figure.
She was clad in a pair of french cut beige gabardine pants and a pure
silk beige silk shirt tied under her breasts and left unbuttoned
sufficiently to reveal the cleavage fully exposed and the upper
surfaces of her upthrusting breasts swelling out provocatively. There
was no underwear line visible under the blouse or the slacks.

The wealthy man sipped appreciatively at the martini, as he gazed at
his exotic wife, a slightly suggestive leer beginning to form around
his mouth .

"Dry enough for you, darling?" she asked.

"Terrific, just like you." He reached out a hand to her and cupped a
breast in his strong fingers. It was as he had hoped. She was not
wearing a bra under her shirt. He felt the beginnings of arousal.

"Did you miss your little wife, Clay?" She pulled away from him and
modeled the outfit she was wearing, striking an obscene pose at the end
of the demonstration, her hips pulled forward, her arms back, causing
her breasts to strain for release from her blouse. Then she undulated
her hips, sensually, suggestively, performing a sexually exciting dance
just for him.

"Did I ...? Christ, do you want me to fuck you right here in the
screening room?" His eyes were glazing over with lust.

"Actually I prefer the bearskin in the living room ... but I'm not
particular, darling," she teased.

Nina took a sip from her martini and suddenly she noticed that there
was something on the screen. "Well, Fellini, what do we have here?" she
asked him.

"Oh, these are my new stars," he said. "You know how I like my little
cinema verite."

Nina laughed and walked closer to the giant screen. "Why, Clay this is
really exceptional. Who's the woman?"

"She's working part-time in the pro shop. She's David Dunn's wife. Her
name's Sally. Sweet little Sally."

"Sally the sweet little cocksucker," Nina corrected and just look at
that hunk of meat she's got in her mouth. Isn't that Eddie Frampton
she's sucking off?" she asked a salacious grin curling around the
comers of her lips.

"That's him. The whole package."

Nina continued watching the action on the screen. "Baby, is he hung, to
say the least."

Clay Marsdale looked at his wife, shrewdly. "You like that piece of
meat, huh, baby?"

"And how. I'm getting wet just looking at it," the Oriental woman said
lewdly.

"I thought you would," he said very sure of himself. "How'd you like to
sample it?"

"No samples. I want the full meal!" she exclaimed .

"All right, my darling, he's all yours. I'm going to have them over
Saturday night for cocktails."

Nina was not at all surprised. "Them?" she asked. "You're not going to
invite them?"

"Of course, them. it's a package deal, darling. I don't want one
without the other."

"You don't know her too well, do you?" Nina asked her voice pointedly
sarcastic.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"We had a little talk this afternoon and apparently little Ms. Mary
Mormon thinks fucking is disgusting or against nature or something.
She's really a goddamn little prude. Getting her to swap, Clay, is
going to be a major undertaking."

"I dare say I can warm her up a little. I probably have a lot more
experience than that stud husband of hers."

"I'm sure you can, dear," Nina said distractedly. "I'm going to make
another shaker of martinis and then I want to see what a stud I'm
married to. Don't go away, lover." Nina left the screening room
swishing her hips at him, provocatively.

He gave her a playful slap on the ass, grabbing at the firm flesh for
good measure. "Oh, does my little wife, want to indulge in unnatural
behavior this evening?"

"Bet your ass, I do," she said closing the door.

Clay waited a few minutes and when Nina didn't return he knew that she
was probably playing one of her little games where she wanted him to go
in search of her.

The wealthy husband chuckled to himself. This is what kept life
interesting, exciting and adventurous. He never knew where Nina would
choose to have their little sexual bouts. Clay had had hundreds of
women in his lifetime but had always become bored after a while with
each but with Nina there was no possibility of boredom. It was almost
as if the Oriental woman had been schooled in the ways of delighting a
man and indeed she had in her native Taiwan.

Clay eagerly began walking from room to room in the well-equipped
mansion. At last, he heard music in the large room where they usually
entertained. The room was done in Italian provincial and as he entered
he saw the lights had been dimmed and at first he didn't see his small
wife. Usually they chose to hear classical music in this room because
it seemed to go with the mood and decoration of the room but tonight
Nina had put on a grinding disco record and when he caught sight of her
his heart began to beat harder.

In the middle of the room was an imported Italian marble fountain
around which were placed statues caned by a master carver from
Florence. The statues were in the style of the "David" and all the
genitals were executed to scale. Nina was entwined with the white
marble statue and she was doing a quick bumping dance, rubbing her
female loins, obscenely, against the cold lifelike genitals of the
statue.

"So, you're two-timing me, again!" he said jovially.

"The martini shaker is on the table. Pour them will you darling?" she
asked her voice low and throaty.

He went over and poured the fresh drinks, taking a seat to watch his
wife's lewd entertainment.

From experience she knew that she had his full attention now and
suddenly she leaped on top of their heavy glass coffee table where she
threw herself with abandon into a wild lewdly exciting dance, her hips
moving in circles and the muscles of her belly rippling and undulating
in time to the driving disco beat.

Marsdale watched his tiny Oriental wife with fascination. She was a
superb dancer and he marveled at her muscular control, the sensuousness
of her movements and her projected sexuality that never failed to
arouse him. She had kept up with her dancing even after their marriage.

He felt the familiar crawling, tensing sensation in his scrotum and the
rush of throbbingly hot bl**d into his penis, as it began to rise to
erection under his tennis gear that he had not changed yet since his
arrival home. He wanted to rip off his sports clothes, grab her and lay
her on the glass coffee table, but he had found long ago that it was
better to play her game.

When she was ready she would let him know. He must wait for her, and he
had learned to wait, to reap the benefits of the waiting in heightened
enjoyment for both of them.

She ended her dance and Nina Marsdale slid lithely from the glass
topped table, casting about an eye for her drink. And then she came to
him. Insinuating her narrow hips between his legs, she put her arms
around his neck and kissed him, long, hard and deep, using her tongue
to probe and titillate. After some moments, she broke the hiss and
trailed her tongue across his jowls to his ear. Her tongue lashed out,
the tip of it drilling into his ear and running in little circles
around it.

She whispered, "My darling, Clay."

The older man set his drink down on the bar and reached for her,
grabbing a churning buttock in each hand, he pulled, roughly, to his
hardening prick, letting her feel the warmth and stiffness of him.

"Jesus Christ! Nina, you're hotter than a Taiwan firecracker tonight. I
can't wait!"

Nina twisted from his grasp and twirled across the floor to a new
record from the stereo; then, as she came back to the glass table, she
continued her dance for a few moments, before sinking slowly to her
knees; finally, she lay prone, posing prettily, upon the glass table
top with the inlaid Italian mirrors around it.

"Pass me my drink, Clay, darling, I'm starting to fade."

He handed her the martini. She sipped from it, her lovely slanted eyes
smoldering, smokily, at him over the brim of the small glass. She
smiled an inscrutable little smile at him.

"What are you waiting for husband, dear?"

With a little smile she rolled to her stomach on the mirrored table,
sipping again from her martini.

Clay drained his glass and set it down on the bar. He came off his seat
and he came to her running a hand along the smooth contours of her back
and bottom. His cock was rock hard, throbbingly alert and ready, and he
tried to slip his hand under the waistband of her slacks.

"Not so fast, big boy," she said teasingly, as she rolled over onto her
back.

Clay leaned over her and kissed her hard with his lips and tongue,
thrusting deeply into her mouth, sucking the sweet nectar of her. His
hands were busy with the buttons of her silk blouse, and the
magnificent mounds of firm, full flesh came bursting from their
confinement, proudly peaked when he had unbuttoned the last button.

Quickly, he glued his mouth to one nipple, sucking and nipping it to
erection, causing her to moan in throaty pleasure, as he massaged the
other breast with his hand, kneading the silky, smoothness of them and
teasing the pink-hued nipple between his thumb and finger.

At this point, his hand left her breast, and went in search of other
things, down across her belly, smoothing down the swell of her gently
rounded hip and back to the inside of her thigh to the soft, inner
juncture, where he allowed his hand to roam around the fleecy softness
of her gently squirming pubic mound. Then, his hand dipped between her
thighs, as she parted them for him, allowing him full access to the
tight, elastic nether ring of her cunt.

He insinuated his middle finger into the crease, forcing the cloth of
her pants into the moist, vaginal opening.

Clay broke the kiss, went around to the end of the table, grabbed his
wife by the ankles and heaved her toward him until her buttocks were
even with the mirrors of the table. He pulled at her zipper and gave
her slacks a hard yank down over her hips, smoothly, suddenly, exposing
her warm, slightly throbbing cunt to him, its darkly hair-lined slit
staring up at him with moist, viscous droplets of libidinous liquid
glistening along the furrow.

Marsdale's head came down, and he clamped his lips to her cunt, his
tongue coming out to find the warm lips of her womanhood, as Nina
moaned in ecstatic pleasure above him. He probed into the vaginal
canal, tasting the pungency of her, and the moisture of his mouth
mingled with the love droplets she emitted there.

The sensations he generated in her loins raced through her like heat
lightning. His tongue seared her with its snake-like searchings, and
she moved her pelvis upward to his face, dr****g her legs over his
shoulders to afford her more comfort and her husband easier access to
the searing seat of her passion.

Clay licked and sucked, his tongue lashing up and down the slit, making
plunging forays into the moist channel; finally, discovering the
clitoris rising from its soft, hair-lined slit, erupting into hardened
erection, pulsating warmly as his tongue circled it, tantalizing it,
urging it on to even greater sensation producing, nerve-tingling
sexuality.

She reached for his head, grasping the short, bristly scruff and pulled
him in closer to her moving her hips in circles under his insistent
mouth and tongue, opening her thighs to him, wantonly, invitingly,
urging him on to greater enhancement and the more inventive
manipulations of his tongue in her cunt.

The husband of the Oriental beauty had just begun to think that he
could wait no longer to bury his throbbing cock in her, when he felt
her move under him, trying to sit up, as she pushed his head away from
her.

She hissed at him, the words coming as naturally to her as the act
itself. "Come on Clay. Fuck me now. Shove your fat cock in my cunt and
make me scream! Now!"

In a moment he had flung off his tennis whites as she reached down to
him, taking his huge cock in her hands, retracting the foreskin
smoothly and guiding the red, hooked knob of it to the cunt lips below,
and he came into her with a rush, the head entering her vaginal hole
with a wetly sliding action, the thick shaft being absorbed entirely,
as he thrust up into her with an a****l-like lunge.

."Babeeeeeeeeeeee ... babeeeeeeeeeeee!" she groaned as his great cannon
was buried in her soft femaleness, the hardness of it ramming into her,
deeply to the very core of her existence.

The moist jungle heat of her captured him, enveloped him, as he went
into her, the exquisite folds of her cuntal channel clamping around him
and he could feel the inner muscles of her vagina caressing his prick,
milking it, the sensations torturing him, as he held the length of it
in her, not moving yet and his whole being was there in his cock,
inside her soft, smooth-walled passage.

Clay began to fuck into her with short, quick thrusts, upward into her
pussy, standing there, between her legs, using the strength of his back
and powerful legs to ram his huge member home into her tender and
softly clasping cunt.

"Harder! Clay, do it faster, harder, deeper. Fuck me and make me feel
it!" she gasped out to him.

His huge, bl**d-engorged member began to drive deeper and longer into
her, its breadth pulling the soft, ragged edge of her furrow out with
it on each outstroke, revealing the moist, pink lining of her pussy;
then, on the plunging instroke, all of it was rammed back into her
again.

The tiny Oriental wife could feel the giant staff of him rampaging into
her generating her desire, and she could not get enough of him, as she
incessantly urged him on with groans of pleasure, interspersed with her
specific groaned out demands. Sometimes she chanted in rhythm of their
thrashing bodies, her pelvis moving in opposition to him, wildly, in
uncontrolled passion .

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Harder," she screamed in a frantic
need to be stuffed to the hilt with his cock.

Marsdale ground into his tiny wife, flexing his knees to gain more
leverage and strength, as her buttocks squirmed, uncontrollably on the
glass-topped table, reflecting her tiny puckered asshole back at him,
her pelvis arching upward to take all of this thick cock into her.

"Cock! Cock! More cock!" she began to chant.

Then she began to moan with abandon, in ceaseless agony of delayed
orgasm, as his giant cudgel pounded straight into her. Finally, she
realized-that they needed to be in a different position, so that he
could get all of his length into her. She needed it to be deep, hard
and punishing to bring her to the climax she so desired for future
sanity.

Nina moaned in frustration, "Get on top of me on the table. I can't get
enough of your cock," she demanded.

Her husband clambered to the cold glass table top and went straight
into her again as she pulled her legs up, flexing them up to her chest,
her breasts being smashed flat, when he came down on her, pinning her
to the mirrored table like a butterfly specimen. He rammed his great
prick all the way home in her cunt, his balls slapping against the tiny
brown ring of her anus below.

"Clay! I can't cum like this! Shove your finger in my asshole. Make me
cum, darling! Oh hurry! I want you in my asshole, too! Hurry, my
darling! Fill me!"

Her husband became all the more inflamed as she kept asking him, urging
him and demanding of him, rising to meeting his pistoning cock in her
loins. He reached under her, watching the reflection of him lifting her
buttocks, easily, driving his prick rhythmically into the moistness of
her ever-demanding cunt. He located the crevice of her ass in the
mirror and stretched it wide with his hands, searching for that softly
pliant nether ring.

Now, he located it with his middle finger and lewdly slipped the tip of
it into her wildly flexing rectum, working it in, gradually, until he
felt the muscle ring give a little. He pushed harder and the elastic
flesh of her anus relaxed, his finger going in to the first knuckle. He
felt the shock of it in her body as she recoiled instinctively,
screwing her buttocks down and back, away from that punishing digit
penetrating into her tight asshole.

"Come on, Clay. Push it in all the way! Right up my ass!" she screamed.

Obediently, he jabbed his finger into her, all the way to the palm of
his hand, reaching up into the sponginess of her rectum, burying it in
her without mercy.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! It hurts! Aaaaahhh! Ooooohhhhhhhhhhh! I luv it!
Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she screeched.

The compactly built Oriental wife screwed her ass back against his
finger, and he moved it in her, twirling it around in the flesh depths
of her back passage. He could feel his prick through the thin wall of
tissue separating her vagina from her anal passage as his fat, hardened
rod of flesh moved in and out of her. Now, he began to move his finger
in time to his cock, skewering her with both punishing instruments,
reveling in the ecstasy of the dual ravishment.

Nina mewled, gurgled, moaned and groaned with passion, the sounds
coming from deep in her throat, interspersed with sharp gasps of
pleasure as he pistoned, smoothly, in and out of her cunt and wildly
clenching tiny asshole simultaneously .

Clay knew that she was nearing her climax, as she continued to mouth
obscenities, driving him onward to greater effort, his own passion
rising and spiraling toward the summit and a final thrusting, jabbing,
spewing ejaculation. His cock became even harder and stiffer, growing
to full bl**d-engorged erection, and he was painfully aware of the
dammed up flood waiting to be released.

She was wild, delirious and uncontrolled as she came nearer and nearer
to her moment, that time of exquisite rapture.

"Oh fuck it! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Fuck me harder ... oh, fuck ...
fuck meeeeeeeeeee!" she chanted in wild abandon, increasing the speed,
demanding her rightfully due orgasm, and she began the rushing,
spiraling, giddy flight to the heights, where she felt as though she
were a parachutist bailing out of a speeding airplane at fifteen
thousand feet, and she was falling free, spinning free in a fall
through space, the earth rushing up to meet her in climax; then gently,
the brightly-hued umbrella of the parachute exploded over her head and
floated her gently back to earth. It was as in a dream that she heard
herself.

"I'm cuuuuuuu mmmmmmm iiiiiii nnnnnnn ggggggg ... aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
hhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

As Nina screamed with the pleasure of her orgasm, Clay was spurred on
to his own. He was in her, moving faster and faster, longer and harder
and his hardened cock was like a machine, the piston of him moving in
her with short, powerful strokes. He felt the load begin in his balls,
pumping through the length of his penis, spewing in jerking jets of
white viscous sperm far up into her cunt; while the spasms of pleasure
shot through him in mind-shattering, body-reeling waves of sensuality.
His cock continued to jump as he collapsed atop her with a huge groan
of satiation.

"Jesus Christ!" he groaned. "I'm still cumming ... I'm uuuu nnnnn gggg
hhh ... ccc uuuu mmmmm iiii ninnnn ggggggg!"

In a few moments he rolled from atop her, his now flaccid prick pulling
from her with a liquid, sucking sound, trailing a string of semen, as
he crawled lazing from the discomfort of the glass table top where he
had been able to see everything reflected back.

He went over to the bar and poured two fresh martinis, bringing one to
his wife, who, meanwhile had slipped off the table and was now
reclining on the brocaded sofa. A vision of golden Oriental loveliness
against the whiteness of the rich fabric made his cock begin to pound
once more.

As he stretched out beside her, handing her a drink, she said, "You
know I had a long talk with Alyce Frampton this afternoon, dear."

Marsdale was immediately interested. "And what did my nosy little wife
find out?"

Nina inhaled deeply from her cigarette before she answered, "You just
can't credit it, Clay, but that ravishingly beautiful girl has never
had a decent fuck in her life. She doesn't get off on sex at all. I
guess she's only been married a few months but it appears that husband
of hers doesn't know what to do with that big hunk of meat of his."

"Well, I dare say, we can rectify that," he said leeringly, reaching
out for his wife's pubic mound, still moist from the pleasant departure
of a few moments before.

Obscenely, Nina Marsdale opened her thighs wide to his exploring
fingers, at the same time taking a large swallow of her martini.

Then, she said dreamily, "I'd like to teach that husband of hers a few
things... oh, that hunk of meat, Clay! It's too wonderful! Can we go
back and look at that videotape you made?"

"Sure, darling, just promise me you won't leave your old daddy for one
of those newer models."

"Never," she said, giving him a long lingering kiss.

Then, his rummaging fingers had found the bud of her clitoris, and he
pressed the button of her sex, the explosion of sensation in her
causing her to clamp her thighs tightly together, clamping his hand
closely against her, heightening her pleasure. Then, her pelvis began
to move in tiny circles of fully re-awakening desire.

"Oh, Clay, there will never be anyone else like you," she squealed, as
she flung herself atop him, pinning his body to the couch, her lips and
mouth avid upon him.



Chapter 4


Alyce Frampton could not imagine how it was possible that Eddie could
be staying out so late with two men discussing their backhands.
Usually, he shunned going out after hours with his students at the
tennis clinic and this evening it just didn't make any sense that he
would be out past midnight. She tried to wait up for him as she had
read several articles on sexual techniques in marriage and she was
eager to show her husband of three months that she was not an uptight
little prude, but a loving responsive wife, willing to take pleasure
and give pleasure.

Finally, disappointed and worried about the future of her marriage, she
had gone to bed; however, she could not sl**p. Her mind churned her
thoughts into a morass of doubts and suspicions that threatened to drag
her into the depths of despair.

The more the young blonde wife tossed and turned and craved for the
dark curtain of sl**p to spread across the window of her mind, the more
alert she became. After what seemed like hours, she resorted to her
medicine cabinet's treasures where she took a sl**ping pill. Long
before her adulterous husband returned she was dead to the world in her
narcotic induced sl**p. Eddie was glad to see that she was asl**p and
he did not try to rouse her. * * * *
Another young wife, however, had had a much more exciting evening.
Sally Dunn who was in reality "the couple of guys for backhand makeup
lessons and drinks afterwards" had gone to the tennis club at closing
time where she had met Alyce's husband, Eddie. The two adulterers had
coupled almost immediately, frantically, tearing at each other's
clothing, exposing the softness and the hardness of flesh and blending
them quickly in the headlong pursuit of their carnal desires.

The infinite desperation of their later lovemaking left them both
sexually satiated and tingling with delirious mental, emotional and
physical exhaustion. Then they had slept nude upon the sofa in the
lobby of the darkened tennis club, and when they had awakened it was
already two o'clock in the morning.

"Suffering Christ!" he exclaimed, looking at his digital watch. "It's
two o'clock!"

Sally unconcerned crept closer into his arms, snuggling against him and
reaching down between them to caress his flaccid cock, in an attempt to
arouse him once more.

"Kiss me," she murmured low and throaty.

Briefly, Eddie kissed her with cool lips, breaking away before tongues
were entwined to say, "Sally, for God's sake! We've got to get out of
here. What would your husband say and my wife is going to kill me."

Dreamily Sally offered, "Oh, David's not expecting me. He's playing in
that tournament so l told him I was going to stay with my s****r. The
time's not important to me."

"Well, why the hell didn't you tell me before," he said in a slightly
irritated fashion. "We could have gone to a motel or something and I
would have made up an excuse for Alyce."

Sally Dunn merely ignored his annoyance. She wasn't interested in a
petty lecture. There was a big cock at her disposal and she wanted more
of it and she would not be detoured from her destination. The pert
brunette rolled over on top of him and ground her pelvis down on him,
forcing his limp prick to lie in the furrow of her cock-hungry,
insatiable cunt while she moved her hips lewdly, demandingly;
meanwhile, using her lips and mouth on his body.

As man of the world he pretended to be, Eddie was not in fact that
knowledgeable when it came to sex. He would not have believed that he
was capable of another sexual bout so soon, but his immense cock began
to engorge with bl**d, rising jerkingly into the moistness of her well-
educated pussy-lips.

As soon as she felt the first throbbing of his erection, she slid off
him, gripped his big cock in her hands, milking the foreskin back and
sucked him to hardened readiness, flopping to her back to take him into
her with her legs pulled up to her chest and reveling in the gigantic
hunk of pulsating flesh he was sinking into her cunt.

Then, he went into her with a rush with long, slow and deliberate
strokes, his ejaculation and climax delayed, he brought her to orgasm
until finally she was completely spent, satiated from the unending
pleasure of it.

Sally lay on her back, unable to gather the strength to ease him, bring
him completion, and he was frantic, fucking into her unresponding cunt,
unable to cum again he was so uptight.

Pulling out of her, he knelt over her lips, forcing her to take his
aching cock into her mouth. She nibbled on it, finally taking all of
him to suck while he moved his pelvis in a motion over her face,
forcing her to take even more of him on each downstroke, making her gag
as it drove to the back of her throat, her lips turning in as she
absorbed him without complaint; while, on the outstroke, her lips
pulled out, the pink, inner parts of her mouth showing.

It was hard work, but finally the boiling sperm came hosing through the
length of him, spewing the viscous, white semen thickly into her mouth.
She kept swallowing until all of the sticky cum was siphoned from his
jerking cock and was consumed. Then, he rolled heavily to his side and
slept beside her.

The next time they awakened it was 3AM and they dressed themselves
hurriedly in silent exhaustion; both of them totally sexually spent. *
* * *
Alyce Frampton got up the next day with a sl**ping pill hangover and
the fervent hope that her husband would have some explanation for his
errant ways.

No such explanation was forthcoming. Eddie slept until almost noon as
his first group would not start until one o'clock and didn't even so
much as mention the lateness of his arrival home the previous evening.

Alyce tried to be as pleasant as possible under the circumstances but
her husband seemed to be ignoring her.

When finally, he picked up one of his new fiberglass racquets and threw
a white sweater over his shoulders and abstractly waved good-bye
without kissing her, she feared the worst. It was the first time in the
three months since they had been married that he had failed to kiss her
good-bye and to the already fearful, suspicious wife it was almost a
sign that it was all over.

The gnawing question in her mind surfaced suddenly, punching her in the
gut with its intensity. What if Eddie's already found another woman?
Someone to do all those horrible perverted things with ...

Alyce didn't know that she was the third of three wives that evening in
what was turning into a little circle. Unfortunately, she was the only
one out of the three, Nina Marsdale, Sally Dunn had both had a wildly
satisfying bout of sexual ecstasy. Alyce didn't know that she was the
only one hanging out there in sexual frustration she only knew that
something was dreadfully wrong and she wanted the score to change.


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