Bewitched
I had this fantasy that Samantha was under a spell, and the only way to break the spell was to have sex with her husband’s boss. This wasn’t really that difficult, since Larry Tate was a horn dog that had long lusted for Sam. When Larry just happens to drop by the house when Darrin is gone, the desperate Samantha is forced to be even more enticing then usual in a micro-miniskirt and braless, and in no time she is straddled on Larry’s lap on the couch, her skirt hiked up to her waist and her top wide open, and riding the wide-eyed Larry furiously, her eyes no longer able to hide her shame and disgust.
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