Hot Wifing 11: Story Of A Peeping Housewife Heidi Deepkiss Author

Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.*************Suzanne stepped outside the doorway that led to the patio, having made sure to turn off the lights before opening the door. It had taken the longest time to grow dark. Then Charlie had made noises about maybe not going bowling tonight. That had given her a twinge of disappointment.She looked about, trying to appear nonchalant, although she knew that nobody was watching her. She had peeped out the front window, just to make sure. All the houses up and down the street were lighted, most of the lights in the living rooms, and she knew from first-hand knowledge just who was watching TV and who was fooling around.She should know!For Suzanne was the neighborhood peeper, had been the neighborhood peeper ever since a night, three months ago, when she had run out of cigarettes and had gone next door to borrow some from Jennifer. Bill had gone bowling with Charlie.She had certainly not expected to find her best friend kneeling on the floor before the sofa, stark naked, with Harry Bissell’s cock rammed halfway down her throat.Since then, Jennifer’s window had been her TV screen every Tuesday night when her husband put on his macho act and went bowling. And his own brother took over the homework he was neglecting.Well, after that, Jennifer’s window was not the only window that caught hell.Like, for instance, tonight it was going to be Janice Millard’s. Good old snobbish Janice Millard, who wouldn’t say cock if she had a mouthful. Janice Millard with her high and mighty ways. The chairperson of the Ladies Club.It was all Suzanne could do to keep from laughing right in her face at the bridge club every Wednesday afternoon when all of them, ranging in ages from nineteen to thirty-eight, alternated their hostessing of the game.Suzanne crossed the grass and went toward the back hedges that bordered her property and the Millards. Charlie had put up a chain link fence all the way across the back yard years ago, and then, when the Robertsons had moved in that house behind them, he had planted hedges.Well, the Robertsons and the kids and the dog were all gone now, but the hedges and the chain link fence remained, a high and solidly impenetrable wall that insured Charlie’s grumpy privacy.She slipped sideways between the end of the chain link fence and the garage, turning her head to avoid having the hedges scratch her freckled face or pull on her long red hair which was lushly brushed and fell in a glory all about her shoulders and about her oval face.