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Things are never what they seem to be — a well-worn saying that proves its worth through many examples around us that we see every day.
There is the seemingly honest and highly placed government official who is, in actuality, involved in the cover-up of his aides’ wrongdoings; the Army officer who orders and takes part in the massacre of innocent civilians; the “nice man down the block” who sexually abuses young girls before brutally murdering them.
So, too, Sally Winters. As a “typical” suburban housewife married to an ambitious husband with a bright future, she would seem to be the last person one would expect as a candidate for adultery. Yet it is the very ordinary quality of her life that leads her to seek one licentious thrill after another, walking even further down a sinful path, concerned only about whether her husband will find out, not about whether what she is doing is normally wrong.
SWINGING WIFE — a novel about a woman leading two lives. A reflection of much of the hypocrisy that infests our society today.
Sally Winters watched her husband Bill, as he drove down the driveway of their split-level home in Spring Valley, New York.
Rather than feeling a sense of loss, she felt a curious elation. Now that he was gone for at least nine hours, (and hopefully more), she could relax and plan her day, not his. Just thinking about the sexual encounters that were most assuredly hers made her clit jump between her cuntlips at a rapid rate, matched only by the beating of her heart.
She strolled to the bathroom and surveyed herself in the mirror. Her eyes, which were green, were bright and sparkling. A little mascara, discreetly placed, would enhance them even more. Her skin, which resembled that of pure, rich cream, would suffice with a little powder. Her full lips, nicely formed and alluring even to herself, needed only a glistener to highlight their sensuality. Yes, there was no question about it. Sally Winters was a magnificent specimen of human femininity, and she knew it.
Unfortunately, the clod who had married her was so involved in making his way to the top in the advertising agency he had joined after college, he was not that keenly aware of his wife’s desirability.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number CB-4099 in the original publications (a duplicate).