Sally Newtons Secret to a Thriving Marriage and Her Friend Marshas Desperate Pleas for Spice Sally Newton and her husband Clive were from the same stock as the Thorpe’s. Financially comfortable, childless and outwardly happy to be so, they only took pleasure in their own happiness. Sally, tall, wide shouldered and with a confident brashness seemingly exclusive to those with more money than they needed (or sense), came from more humble roots. Her parents ran a sweetshop and the family lived above it. She had shared a room for many years with her elder sister until she met Clive. At the time, just after Sally’s eighteenth birthday, Clive was moderately successful in the launderette business he had inherited from his dead father. He was thirty three and what with his reasonable good looks, and more importantly, his rather well-packed gold money clip and the fancy accoutrements that afforded to him, he was easily able to hypnotise Sally and she fell in love with him quickly and deeply. Up to that point in her life, Sally’s experiences of the opposite sex were limited to quick French kisses in the cinema or in shop doorways on the way home. Some boys had slid their hands up inside her top and Sally, far from coy, had encouraged such action, pushing her tongue deeper into the boys’ mouth, pushing her chest out and reaching her hand down to squeeze the hardening pricks inside their jeans. Only the relative publicity of the places d’amour prevented further advantages being sought. With Clive, her desire to go further, to do more, was satisfied. She fondly remembered his hands all over her in his tiny MG sports car. He made her cry out in that tiny space but the MG was certainly not built for fucking, merely for attracting those that one might wish to fuck. Of course, Clive had his own place, an apartment in the centre of town. On the third floor with one of those lifts with metal grill doors. It was in the lift that she lost her virginity; passionate, knuckle-grazing, button-popping sex against the wall with the ‘Stop’ button pressed. The next few years were a whirlwind of sex, love, holidays, fast cars, apartments, houses, money, more sex, more money, fantasies dreamed up and fulfilled, jewellery, Prada. And here they were now. In their five-bedroom house with a swimming pool in the back garden. Their children were Faust and Luca. …but everything was about to change
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Sally Newtons Secret to a Thriving Marriage and Her Friend Marshas Desperate Pleas for Spice
