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Outwardly, most Americans maintain the straitlaced middle-class look that belies the social ferment behind closed doors.
There is the secret use of drugs, fed by the marijuana syndrome. There is the river of alcohol flooding from door to door under the euphemism of social drinking. Then, of course, there is the advent of sexual fantasies brought to life.
This is the story of twin sisters, two wives who gradually discover that other people have some startling and perverse fantasies they are desperate to play out. Their story is a mirror of a way of life behind many closed doors. No facade, no regrets. Indeed, their behavior and fantasies become a norm.
TWIN WIVES IN BONDAGE — a novel of fiction for entertainment. A page from our restless society as food for serious thought.
Wanda’s first experience with the bewildering ways of intense pain and intense pleasure took place in a dentist’s chair. She awoke one Saturday morning with a horrible toothache. The stabbing pain made it hard for her to speak, but she got Dr. Jarrod on the phone, the kind, silver-haired dentist who had treated both her and her twin sister Wilma since they both had baby teeth.
“I was going to play golf,” Dr. Jarrod said, “but this sounds like an emergency. I’ll meet you at my office in half an hour.”
It being Saturday, there were no other patients and no assistants in the usually crowded dental office. And Dr. Jarrod, dressed casually in his golfing clothes, seemed unusually warm and consoling.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.