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The passions and desires that most people only dream about fulfilling are usually kept bidden beneath a veneer of respectability and outwardly normal appearances. Mostly under unique circumstances — on a psychiatrist’s couch, in a place far from family and acquaintances, on an occasion where alcohol and the reined inhibitions of others lend an air of recklessness and experimentation — are those desires ever expressed or experienced.
This is a story about married adults who, while still in love with their respective mates, find themselves getting bored. Then an unusual set of circumstances revolutionizes their lifestyles, and forever changes the workings of their marriages.
And while they struggle to come to terms with their new way of life, they also struggle to keep up a facade of respectability — attending the proper social functions, keeping their homes in good order, working at their jobs — while behind the scenes they embark upon a path condemned by many but which, for them, is a new lease on life.
THE NAUGHTY NEIGHBOR WIVES — the story of one possible road to marital happiness. A path taken by many others today. A comment on the changing mores of our restless society.
A shaft of late-afternoon sunshine burst through the overcast and shot down between the tops of the tall spruces that sheltered Liz’s house from the street. Liz jumped up and looked out the picture window of her living room, feeling the sun’s warmth on her cheeks.
“Well, it’s about time!” she exclaimed. “I was beginning to wonder whether we’d ever see the sun again.”
Carmen, still resting on the couch, chuckled.
“And I was beginning to wonder whether the sun had ever shone in Fullerton. I was just telling my husband Lester last night, if it gets any drearier around here, I’m going back to Chicago. Chicago weather might also be a little glum at this time of year, but at least there’s enough excitement there to take your mind off it.”
Liz reseated herself at the end of the couch opposite Carmen, pulling her bare feet up under her to warm her toes. “Give Fullerton a chance, dear. You haven’t even been here a week.”
“One of the longest weeks of my life,” Carmen complained.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.