Uncle Charlie’s Wife

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It was part of my plan to gamble everything on the action — and reaction — of a single moment.

Responding to my summons, Madeline, my uncle Charlie’s young wife, came to my apartment alone. I greeted her cheerily and stepped behind her to lift the mink stole from her slender shoulders.

With her blonde hair piled atop her head, her neck was slim and inviting. I kissed her warmly on the nape, my hands tensile and strong on her shoulders, the mink sliding to the carpet.

I felt her stiffen slightly. “Freddy, really!” A faint shiver of pleasure coursed through her. Then she pulled herself from my grip and turned to face me, attempting to bring a spark of outrage to her wide blue eyes. “What’s come over you, Freddy?”

“This,” I said. I pulled her close to me and kissed her on the lips. My plan, I might say, was proving to have its pleasurable aspects.

When I released her, her face was warmed with color. She tried to portray shock, but her slap across my cheek was half-hearted.

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