Mona was warm and understanding, beautiful and sexy in the best possible way. She and her husband, Ward, would have had a nearly perfect relationship if Mona hadn't begun to yearn for something beyond the habitual bedside antics of their daily lives. In addition to that-and perhaps most significant, Ward was plagued with money problems that threatened their happiness. In bed, with his cock stuck up Mona's cunt or her tight little ass, the fear of bankruptcy spoiled his sexual performance. Linda, Mona's redheaded, sexy next ...
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Mona was warm and understanding, beautiful and sexy in the best possible way. She and her husband, Ward, would have had a nearly perfect relationship if Mona hadn't begun to yearn for something beyond the habitual bedside antics of their daily lives. In addition to that-and perhaps most significant, Ward was plagued with money problems that threatened their happiness. In bed, with his cock stuck up Mona's cunt or her tight little ass, the fear of bankruptcy spoiled his sexual performance. Linda, Mona's redheaded, sexy next-door neighbor, walked into Mona's kitchen one morning with an idea for a solution. After prying into Mona's sex life, Linda suggested that Mona begin "taking on customers." Horrified at the suggestion, Mona reconsidered, and that's when the swinging, swapping fun began. Moving from prick to prick, Mona cultivated customers and spread her thighs in order to enjoy the income such sexual deviation brought. But she wasn't the only one. Ward did a little playing around on the side, too-to which Eva Blanding, his boss' wife, would readily testify. Sharon, the slender-thighed nymph who always got her way with men's pricks, could also attest to Ward's passion in and out of bed. Linda banded together with Mona in the new, booming swapping business, and they managed to build up a clientele that included Ted and Dave, two young swingers who had their full manhood at their fingertips, and didn't hesitate to hand it out. But the sexual gaming didn't stop there. Mona explored the taste-tempting delights of Fay Darrow, too, and found that she was cultivating a taste for nearly everything. It was only when Ward insisted that the game-playing stop that Mona regained some semblance of sanity in her wild, lust-searching adventures.
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