Les Apres-Midi Dune Bourgeoise En Chaleur

Good morning, my love.

Good morning.

After four years of marriage,

I still can't convince myself that I'm happy.

Hugh's a perfect husband, really perfect.

A respected doctor from a good family.

He's very ambitious. Everything goes well for him.

But all he can think about is sex.

And I have never felt anything when I make love with him.

What are you thinking about?

Aren't you going to be late?

You know, ever since we fired the maid,

it's been up to me to take care of you.

I'll go get breakfast ready for you.

What time is your first appointment at the hospital?

8.30. Oh, I've got to get a move on.

I'll get some coffee there.

Call me later, all right?

I love to hear your voice when I'm working.

Don't forget Jack's coming over for dinner tonight.

Don't be late. You know I don't like him.

Oh, you just don't know him.

He's a great guy.

Independently wealthy, but a great guy.

I've got to go. Bye.

In all our years of married life, Hugh has not ever made me come.

Not even one time.

Every time he turned over and went to sleep, I had to caress myself to orgasm.

At first I really wanted it to work, but now I just don't care.

Hello, Dr. Hugh Vincent, please. This is his wife.

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