Ten Hours: Ch 8
An effort to out Kendra and humiliate Max ... has a weak spot.
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Kendra was sipping coffee at Jasper’s, scrolling on her phone, when a headline caught her eye: “Everyday housewives and a nice guy revel in naughty lifestyle.”
The article was published on Couplesamore.com, human interest articles exploring lifestyle and sexual relations among “today’s couples and more.” From monogamy to throuples and polyamory.
First was a photo of a woman with a creamy and dark complexion wearing a yellow sundress.
Her hem hinted at the curve of her ass and her husband stood with a smile by her side. They had been married for just a few years and talked about how her foray onto the many fan sites started as a way to explore kink and how she earned shoots with a reputable porn studio.
Innocent young wife now shooting porn. Big smiles all around.
Another feature was from the perspective of a man with wonderfully chiseled abs and muscular thighs. He discussed how he, as a single man, had to overcome the stigma of performing in an industry that prized the beauty and allure of women and their sexuality.
He had written a book on men’s health and how guys with dadbods could look and feel their sexiest.
A woman who was in her early 50s who found an audience with men and other women clamoring for mature models and kinks. She was into switching and modeled with younger women, doing shoots in which she spanked them for being naughty and how she switched with muscular, hung guys and did gangbangs.
All fine, dandy, and nicely arousing.
Kendra wanted to drool over the pics. Ever since meeting Darla and playing with her, she had become more open to women and the guys were hot, of course.
She scrolled again and saw another section that made her eyes bug wide about a “hotwife in the quiet city of Maple Grove who is starting a sex club.”
The article had her full name with quotes that only Max or Stan would have heard like “How nice it would be for couples in Maple Grove to learn the pleasures of swinging;” and “A gangbang done well is like a drama played out on stage. Good sex is theatrical.”
Blood drained to her toes, her face turned cold, and coffee stuck in her throat until she coughed it out.
