Gaia library special editions – wild wife

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But ever since he had got that new job a year ago something seemed to be wrong. Ever
since he'd started working for that awful Mr. Scott.
At first Sally had thought he was just too tired to make love as much as he used to. He
was working very hard. She waited for it to pass, but instead of passing, it got worse.
Soon John was making love to her only a couple of times a week. Then once. Now, as
she lay there staring at the ceiling, reliving the prophetic dream, she realized John
hadn't made love to her for over three weeks!
And the last time he had deigned to shove his big prick up her starving cunt, he had
shot off too soon. Almost as if he weren't interested and wanted to get it over with. The
time before that it had been the same thing. And the time before and the time before
that too. A series of hasty, unfulfilling fucks that had left Sally's nerves ragged and
stretched taught as violin strings.
Last night John had seemed almost gay, almost his old, lively, sexy self. As Sally bent
over to unlock the front door, he had been playing with her ass, his finger slipping up
into the tight crack between her firm ass cheeks, poking at her sensitive asshole,
rubbing down toward her pussy.
Sally determined not to let this opportunity pass. Correctly ascribing John's renewed
interest in her ass to the booze, she quickly mixed him another drink.
Then, while he was sitting in the living room, happy as a frog, drinking his drink, Sally
went into the bedroom and pulled out her most sexy nightgown. One of the Frederick's
of Hollywood kind, with the heart-shaped cut-out over her naked pussy, and the low
top that barely hung onto the nowerect tips of her automatically excited nipples.