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An Invitation To Be A Naughty Wife

... England. Apparently he was very clever but had a reputation among female staff of being a bit of a creep, altogether too touchy feely for the liking of many. His wife was a small and petite, brunette. She wore a short pink dress with a rather low plunging neckline revealing a great deal of cleavage. Her breasts were smallish but she displayed them perfectly much to the pleasure of the drooling males. In fact, looking around the table there wasn’t much to pick from apart the guy who sat at the opposite side of the table to Sandra and a few seats to her left in the direction of the top of the table. She did not know his name then but he was quite attractive, the classic chiselled good looks, tall, dark and very handsome. Most women, if not all the women in the room, would find him by far and away the only one worth looking at more than once. The woman sat next to him was an attractive looking blonde who dressed quite classy but did not have a wedding ring on her finger so one had to assume she was not the wife of Mr. Gorgeous. Terry Fernley she had met before; he was with his wife Paige. How do these average looking men find these attractive wives? Paige is brunette very nice legs and well rounded thighs which she made sure everyone could see. Her yellow dress was not too short but enough to ride a good third of the way up her thighs. Terry Fernley was clearly very proud of his attractive wife and seemed to enjoy her display of thigh regularly placing his hand on the one ...

... nearest to him as if to say to other men in the room. “Look what I got.” After dinner everyone retired to a large drawing room and that was where the mingling took place and Sandra found herself abandoned by her inattentive spouse. There will hardly be a married woman anywhere who has not been abandoned with a drink in her hand and yet expected to smile sweetly at everyone and pretend to be enjoying a boring evening. She was left in that state for a good half an hour. Suddenly, she was saved by Rachael Mead who came and joined her. Sandra was certain that Rachel found these parties just a boring as she did. “You look a bit lost Darling,” she said, “Husbands can be such arseholes don’t you think?” Sandra just smiled as sweetly as she could and was careful to remain non-committal. “Richard is no different; I have to suffer these occasions too.” “I have always imagined you have quite an exciting life Rachel.” Sandra said. “Oh yes, I certainly do dear. I have a very exciting life,” she smiled knowingly and raised one finger to her lips to indicate that she had just imparted a naughty secret. Sandra raised her eyebrows and smiled at this subtle hint. “Most of the women here are members of my secret little exclusive club, we kill the boring lives we would otherwise have artificially massaging the overblown egos of this lot,” she added nodding in the direction of a huddle of the male guests who were obviously laughing at some dirty joke or other. Surprised that she would half reveal what ...