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Mr Smith VS Mrs Smith

Ultra XXX


Sophie Sin

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012 Lunatic Ink Publishing


First Act: Mr. Smith

I'm a cheating husband. I didn't start out that way, but in the end I became that way. I thought when I was bright eyed and newlywed (god, how long ago was that?) that I would be kind, caring and loyal. However, these days, I'm hardly aware that Mrs. Smith exists. When was the last time I saw a speck of flesh from that woman? So long it hurts.

Cigar smoke gently rolls up into the already smokey atmosphere of the club. There's a gorgeous waitress - tall, lanky and blond - making her way among the men in the darkened room. The place smells of expensive brandy, whiskey drunk in excess and power. The men around me are the city's finest: Powerful, wealthy and, most interestingly, aging.

Ironically, not a single one of these men sleeps with their wives. No, these men take pleasure in youth. It is a situation of equal value in my mind. A man is often of greatest value in his pre-retirement years and a woman most valuable in her youth. Beauty and the beast is not a fairy tale. It's a reality played out at 65 Lincoln Street, Washington DC, and it's played out nightly.

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