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Behind the outward serenity and closed doors of middle-class suburban homes, we find people tormented by the same problems that have afflicted men and women throughout the ages.
While Americans today are leading “the good life”, enjoying material comforts unheard of in other countries, people may still find themselves in an emotional turmoil, reinforced by the increasing alienation of our life-style.
Gretchen Steward is a typical suburban housewife. She is surrounded by material comforts. Yet her urge for revenge because of her husband’s neglect lead her into acts which she never dreamed she was capable of. She finds herself set more irretrievably upon a path from which there is no turning back.
HOT NAUGHTY WIFE is a novel about this woman. A novel about the problems that may confront any woman when she makes the fateful decision to ignore society’s prohibitions.
Gretchen Steward leaned her head back in the cab. She felt wonderful. The emergency that had taken her away from home and turned out to be only a routine operation for her mother — an appendectomy. Now, she was able to come home two days earlier than she’d expected. Ray will be thrilled, and Patsy will be happy to hear mom’s all right. She watched the familiar scenery whiz by as the cab driver headed into her neighborhood.
“Here ya are, lady,” the cabby muttered, screeching to a halt in front of her house. “The fare’s eight-fifty.”
Gretchen fished in her purse for a ten. “Here. Keep the change.” She grabbed her overnight bag and was out of the cab before the driver could go around to open the door for her.
Surprise registered off her beautiful face. Ray’s car was in the driveway! As she walked up the flagstone path to her house, her high heels clicking against the stone, her face brightened. He would certainly be happy to see her. A warmth spread over her. She would be happy too. Sleeping alone the last few lights had made her very horny.
She slipped the key in the lock and opened the front door. The sound of voices drifted to her from the living room. She stopped, giggled like a schoolgirl, and closed the door quietly, planning to surprise him. Furtively, she tiptoed to the archway that led to the living room.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.