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The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting conditions.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a party, takes on all comers, males and females alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly join the neighborhood mate-swappers.
Carol Johnson is one of these outwardly proper and quite normal people. But within her a perverse desire for swinging lies coiled like a snake, waiting only for the proper stimulus to arouse it.
WILD NEIGHBORLY WIFE — a fictional story about a society that refuses to face many of its real problems.
Carol had just hung up on Hyatt, her husband, when the doorbell rang.
“Just a minute!” she shouted, trying not to sound angry. She was angry, though — not angry at whoever was at the door, but angry at Hyatt.
It was their fifteenth wedding anniversary, and Hyatt had completely forgotten it. Not only that, but he didn’t know when he’d get home tonight from the office. He had a lot of work to finish before he could leave, he claimed.
Carol hadn’t mentioned to him the candlelight dinner she’d spent all afternoon preparing, nor had she mentioned the black, see through negligee she was wearing, with nothing on underneath, the negligee that had in the early days of their marriage provoked him to jump on her like a randy animal whenever she wore it for him.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.