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In WILD NEIGHBORLY WIFE, Carol Johnson is one of those 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.
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.
As she ran up the stairs to find her robe, the doorbell rang again, and she shouted loudly that she’d be right there. Despite her hurry, she paused a few seconds in front of her bedroom mirror to admire her large, but shapely tits and her slender waistline, which showed seductively through her gauzy negligee.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.