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An Invitation To Be A Naughty Wife

... seemed like a dark secret Sandra’s mouth fell open but she could not help a little giggle at the audacity of the woman. Was she telling her that she was getting it somewhere else and that she wasn’t the only wife in the room doing so? Emboldened by Sandra’s little giggle Rachel continued, “Come on Dear, you don’t think for one minute that I limit my life to podgy belly over there do you?” half nodding her head in the direction of her husband. “He keeps me in luxury and pays the bills but when it comes to the sack I need something hunky. Where do you get your bit on the side Sandra?” She said it so matter of fact as if there could be no doubt that Sandra would be having an affair, as if it was natural and taken for granted that she would be doing so and that it was normal for Rachel, and probably the circles in which she moved. Was it just expected of Sandra too? Is that why she felt bold enough to impart her secret? “I have no ‘bit on the s,” she started to answer but Rachel cut her short and again took control of the conversation. “Well Sandra darling you must get your jollies somewhere, husbands can be so boring between the sheets don’t you think?” she asked in her very upper middle-class accent. Well she had point there, Kevin was hardly a stallion but he had been the only man Sandra had ever had sex with and they had been married for 10 years quite happily. No children because Kevin was very career minded. Other married women she had spoken to about their sex lives, as ...

... women do, led her to believe that her sex life was quite normal. Rachael saw the look on Sandra’s face and was quick to capitalise. “Oh Sandra, you poor thing, you have one of those five-minute husbands, in, out, balls empty and goodnight.” This time Sandra really did laugh, “Sounds about right,” she said. “Is he your one and only Dear? Has there ever been anyone else?” Now this was getting a bit personal even between friends but woman-to-woman Sandra felt she had little option but to answer. “Definitely my one-and-only,” she said, feeling quite uncomfortable that she was revealing the quality of her sex life to Rachel and that she had allowed Rachel to tease it out of her. It was a bit like asking if she was still a virgin. “Surely you must get curious sometimes, I know I did. You must sometimes wonder Darling.” This time Sandra did not answer and just smiled as pleasantly as she could. “It was like that with my first husband,” she said, “Then I got to thinking about it. There was this ab-so-lutely gorgeous hunk of a maintenance man at work who occasionally came into my office to change bulbs and do other little odd jobs like cleaning the windows. I suppose I must have flirted with him a bit too obviously until one day he screwed me over my own desk with my legs spread all over the place. You can’t beat getting your hands all over a fit muscular body. God he was good!” Sandra felt her face flush and her chest tighten as she tried to control her breathing. Rachel had made it ...