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The Mind Altered Wives 4
Copyright 2016 by Night Watch Publishing. All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
This story contains sexually explicit content and is intended for readers over 18 years of age. By downloading this document you acknowledge that you are over 18 years of age. All fictitious characters who are engaged in sexual acts in this book are likewise over 18 years of age, whether explicitly stated or not.
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“I told Julie to take it easy. I knew she was drinking too much, and she couldn’t hold her alcohol well. I thought maybe she was doing it on purpose, because of some of the things we had talked about. But this was not the place. Once it happened though, I couldn’t believe how exciting it was. I can’t believe some of the things the guys did to her, but was even more shocked at some of the wives. Aren’t women supposed to look out for each other in these types of situations?”
I was in bed, watching my wife get undressed. We were technically having a conversation – she was engaged in a work story, and I was nodding dully. But I was horny as shit, and I was watching her as she prepared for bed.
“And then Jill told me she needed the report by Friday, which means I’m going to be working on nothing else for the next two days. Honestly Stephen, that woman has no idea how far she is pushing me...”
I muttered something to show I was listening as I watched the blouse come off her body. A moment later the bra joined it in the hamper and I was looking at my wife’s naked breasts. Barb had a great set of tits which had held up remarkably after all these years. But even as I stared at them with a hard cock I knew it wasn’t her tits I was thinking about.
I was looking at my wife’s naked breasts but I was thinking about Mark’s wife. I remembered the way her big jugs had felt in my hands once Max had her under his spell. I remembered pinching her thick nipples and the way she moaned as she sucked on her husband’s cock. And the entire time we toyed with her she had no idea what was going on.