Pick-Up Wife

Opening paragraphs:

The bed­room was softly lit. On the big bed a blonde girl squirmed, half-smothered by the weight of the big man above her. One of his legs was thrust between her soft young thighs, hold­ing them apart. His hand was up un­der­neath her short skirt, tug­ging at her panties. The girl‘s na­ked tits showed pink-tipped through the open front of her blouse. „Please . . . no . . . „ the girl whimpered.

Doug smiled. What an act­ress the little bitch was. After the way she‘d been giv­ing him the eye for the last couple of weeks, she didn‘t have any right to ask him to stop.