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The Complete Horny Housewife: volumes #1-3 Samantha Steel

The Complete Horny Housewife: volumes #1-3

Samantha Steel

Published July 14th 2011
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Special Price!What is your KINKIEST sexual fantasy? Bondage? Orgies? Anal Sex?Explore your most decadent fantasies with all three volumes of the Horny Housewife series...WARNING: 18+ This story contains graphic scenes of multiple partners,MoreSpecial Price!What is your KINKIEST sexual fantasy? Bondage? Orgies? Anal Sex?Explore your most decadent fantasies with all three volumes of the Horny Housewife series...WARNING: 18+ This story contains graphic scenes of multiple partners, prostitutes, hookers, whores, illicit sex, orgy sex, interracial sex, BDSM, anal sex, blindfolds, lace panties, and, of course, horny housewives.EXCERPTS:Volume 1:You smile in that way you do so I know you aren’t serious, and when you roll over, when you start to move toward the bathroom to get ready for our day of fun, as your feet slip to the floor, you reveal to me a hint of nipple through your pink nightie. When you show me a hint of ass too, I am overcome with desire. You still have the greatest ass I’ve ever seen on a woman. It is better than a twenty year old’s ass. It is smooth, yet soft. It is young, yet mature. I love kissing your ass when we are in bed together. I love the feeling of your ass. I want to pull you from the bathroom. I want to bury my face in your perfect ass. I want to make love to you, but I know I need to be patient. There is your surprise to think about. I wouldn’t want to ruin your surprise...Volume 2:Eventually, we reached Veronica’s apartment. “This is me,” she said, stopping before an impressive, though slightly dilapidated brownstone. She smiled at me, and she waved. But as I turned to walk away, as I was about to resume my solitary walk back to my car, my baby, my cheating husband, my broken home, Veronica caught me by the arm and pulled me close. When she spoke next, her voice was like a stuttering staccato: “Hey. Hey. Would you come up? Just for a sec. I know this might sound weird, but, see, it’s birthday, and it’s so late now because, you know... what I do. Would you come up for a minute—just a minute—and maybe drink a drink with me... You wouldn’t want me to be a sad girl too, now would you?”Veronica rambled on and on, and as she spoke, I noticed that she had taken my hand in her hand. I followed her effortlessly as she led me across the threshold of her building, up the stairs, and down a narrow hallway. On reflection, I do not know why I followed Veronica all the way up those stairs. In the back of my mind, I must have known why Veronica squeezed my hand as we climbed the stairs, why she drew close enough to me that I could smell her flowery perfume. Maybe, secretly, I was hoping she would pull me close and kiss me when we reached the top of the stairs... Maybe I wanted her to brush aside my golden blond locks and kiss me softly on the temple... the cheek... the nape of the neck...Volume 3:Sometimes I have dreams about being on a blind date with some guy I’ve met through work. I’m wearing my favorite summer skirt that swishes when I walk and makes me look so fresh and innocent and about twenty-three when my hair is pinned back. The fucker recognizes me when I walk through the door to the restaurant, but he is shocked because I’m not wearing hooker clothes or caked on makeup. He says: “I can’t believe you have a real, actual life...” At the end of the night, he takes me back to his apartment, and we fuck on his couch. I hike up my skirt and let him go down on me, my thighs wrapped around his shoulders, my hands mussing his hair.“Do I have to pay you?” he asks after all is said and done, after he has penetrated me from the top, after he has made me orgasm, as we are pressed against each other under the sheets like lovers. I smile and say, yes, of course...