Alison: The Cheating Wives Diaries, Book One

Alison is the conservative Alabama wife of a judge running for higher office. When she is shown his sexual improprieties, Alison decides to react in the most personal of ways- by cheating on him with two of his young staffers!
Excerpt
"Why are we going up to Anderson?" Devon asked me, "We won that precinct by ninety percent.."
Even by the standards of our relatively unpopulated state, Anderson was small, a town of maybe three hundred. They had voted for my husband by nearly ninety percent in the open primary, as he reminded the older people of the area of a time when things were different. The same thing that cost him votes in the larger areas, was the same thing that was going to win him the most rural of regions. Ms. Davis had not even bothered to make a single appearance in that town, or any of the other really small towns, either. She could blame White racism all she wanted, but she also seemed to have an attitude that certain people did not account for anything.
Unfortunately, the cities are where the people are at.
I decided to ignore the question, as my reason for taking them on this little road trip were personal, not political. Dan had his eyes on the road, as he did not know this area as well as a local, and I could tell he was a nervous driver, his knuckles white around the steering wheel cover.
"It is really hot," I said.
"I have the air conditioning on full blast," Dan said, as we made a challenging turn, "Sorry, but the AC probably does need to be recharged."
"Well," I said, "This dress is really making me sweat."
The conversation was at a pause- the subject of the heat had been discussed for all it was worth, and like a horse that had been ridden too long, I knew that saying anything more about it would make me sound like I was either whining, or complaining about the fact that Dan was not rich enough to afford a better vehicle. One thing you don't want to do is make poor White Southerners feel like they are lacking as a person.
So am I going to go through with this, or not?
I removed the straps of my dress, and I let my breasts fall free, a clear sign that I had more than the normal intentions. Devon did not seem to notice right away, but Dan saw the movement of my hands out of the corner of his eye- and he did a double take, nearly running into a log truck that was coming up the hill from the other direction!
"Holy shit," Dan exclaimed, a sound of pure surprise.
You ever see a set like these, Dan?
"Sorry," I said, not meaning it, "I am just really hot, and well, I am sweating bad- see?"
Sweat was indeed running down my chest, from the tops of my breasts to the bottom, and the dress was nearly soaked through. The necklace I wore, made of silver and stones (a gift from my mother in law and something that was more her style than mine), pressed into my flesh, but the sign I had given should be as clear as day.
No woman like me takes off her top just because she is hot!
"Yes," Dan laughed, the sound of his laughter not that of humor but of nervous surprise, "I just- well, I just-"

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