I had lusted after my wife's posh totty friend for years. Tracey and I were shameless swingers, but Imogen-Louise was strictly off limits. She didn't do that sort of thing. Then her husband left her and she got a little lonely. Or at least, she had an itch that needed scratching! Tracey and I knew just how to scratch it.
Another dynamite erotica short from the red hot pen of Charlotte Edwards.