"The Crack In The Redwood Fence"
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Introduction To Excerpt #2: The first page of the book opens with this scene, introducing 46 year old George, family man, father of two, a teen age girl and a ten year old little boy. He loves his children, and so he says,he loves his loyal and loving wife, Margaret who is a little younger than him...but somehow he still has 'eyes' ('whatever that means') for other, and sometimes younger women...
---"Oh my darling!...my loveliness!...delight of my heart!...the softness, the beauty of your skin is beyond belief!..." he whispered lovingly, tenderly, the words emerging softly from his moistened lips as the nape of her neck, as her head, and as her upper torso, from waist up, all arched backwards, silhouetting the bareness of her naked breasts against the faint luminescence of the moonlit skies. With arms outstretched sensuously, like wings to her sides, the nakedness of her skin being bathed in the wetness of the warm pool waters, she elicited from her lover, from Ted...a tender sigh.
---"Oh my darling!..." he uttered fervently as he, facing her, reached his arms around her body, and pressed his masterful fingers passionately, with an intense but yet gentle firmness, into the milky whiteness of her young buttocks, all twenty-two years of them. "Your body, your skin is so lusciously pure!..." His eyes gaped as he leered down and observed her pubic mound glistening with hairs of silvery wetness as it could be seen just emerging lusciously from the water's surface. "Your beauty is endless," he breathed forth sensitively.
---Meanwhile, George was watching intently through a sliver-like crack in the redwood fence not but fifty, maybe sixty feet away from the loving couple,his mouth all the while watering with sensual anticipatioin and delight! Oh, how he longed to be on the other side of the fence making love to that divine nymph in the heavenly waters of Ted's pool, next door, in his moonlit backyard!...
---Ted was staring intently at the sensual innocence of his fair maiden's naval. With eyes transfixed, his feverish lips were slowly nearing their mark.
---"Oh!..." she writhed her lithe body pleasurably while muttering sensual moans of delight.
---George could take no more of his ecstatic agony, as his arched penis swelled with tense excitement, performing its glorious function now with the same vitality and vigor as it had done so for him, so many thousands of times in his youthful past...never once having "let him down" in all his forty-six years! ---He watched as Ted, not but thirteen years his junior, was sliding his tongue into the umbilicated recess of the nymph's naval, and as he was twisting and turning it so did George, with his vicarious imagination, find himself rubbing the palm of his right hand gainst the erectness of his "manliness," fantasizing himself in Ted's place, in the pool, on the other side of the redwood fence!
---And, as it came to pass during those few moments while sinking more and more deeply into his ecstatic state of mental oblivion, George could hear his name being called out loud from what at first appeared to be a great distance. He made no response, however. And, the fact is, he had no choice, his being in such a "dreamy" state of mind, but to hear his name obliviously. It wasn't a few moments more, though, wherein he was soon lurched into a sense of reality as his name once again sliced blantly through the stillness of the late springtime's warm night air from the lips of his one and only, from his beloved wife, Margaret, who was wondering just what he was doing, and where!
---"George!" his name rang out causing him to jerk his head awkwardly to the side with a sudden guilt-ridden look of embarrassment and the fearful anticipation that she might just be standing there, shockingly to his side! But having immediately--and nervously!--turned around and scanned "everywhere" with his eyes, and upon a grateful sigh, he'd recognized that his wife was out of sight, just the other side of some trees within his backyard, her calling from the second floor window of their humble surburban abode. Fortunately, she was inside! He'd realized though, and with a feeling of frustration and disappointment, that he'd best make haste in response to her call lest she wander downstairs and search for him outside and discover the source of his carnal delight!
---Evidently, the sound of Margaret's voice had not had any effect upon the lovers' sexual pleasuring, for as George peered through the fence for one last voyeuristic look, the couple was undulating rhythmically in complete oblivion to their surroundings. How does that guy manage to pull this off? he thought to himself with a feeling of envious bewilderment. In George's world, sexual escapades such as this happened only in one's fantasies. And it's no wonder, for as George was leering through the crack in the redwood fence for that one last and enthralling moment, he was also shaking his head slowly from side to side in amazement while wondering, Where on earth is that guy's wife?