Chapter Fourteen
Contractual Obligations
Oh, the impossible joys of that fateful night! After the months of exquisite tease and unendurable deprivation, Brad at last had begged whimperingly for his darling wife to betray him, and he could only tremble on the other side of the bedroom door, ashamed and fearful and yet confusedly erect, too, as men he had never even met before gratified their basest lusts with her once-sacrosanct pale form. Ah, but after they had left, and finally, finally, he could climb between those kittenishly upraised thighs and sink disbelievingly down into the comforting gooey warmth of understanding and absolution such as he never imagined possible, how unguardedly he had sobbed out his gratitude! And then when the drowsy-eyed temptress had wakened him like a baby
