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One of mankind’s most basic, most important institutions is marriage.
Yet today, at least in the United States, matrimony is crisis-ridden at best, seemingly in a state of near-collapse at worst. The malaise chiefly affects couples in their late twenties and early thirties, products of the post-World War II baby boom, growing up during the Korean War and the dozen years of involvement in Vietnam, their disintegrating relationships a reflection of unstable times.
BOY HUNGRY WIFE is the story of one couple, Tom and Ginger Davis, who are young, attractive and successful to all outward appearances, yet are unable to communicate at the most basic level. As a result, Ginger is driven to seek a false kind of love in the arms of strangers, degrading herself and yet reveling in that very degradation, straining her tenuous marital relationship to the breaking point.
Tom and Ginger — products of an uncaring society, and portrayals of an affliction that plagues many American marriages.
Ginger Davis, watching her husband Tom climb out of the swimming pool, wondered for the hundredth time how such an exciting-looking, sexy guy could be such a dud in bed. It just wasn’t fair to be married to a man who turned her on like crazy and then failed her when they fucked.
“What are you looking so solemn about?” Tom asked as he padded toward the diving board.
“I’m wondering if I left the roast in the oven too long,” Ginger lied. “I better go check.”
She took one last look at her husband — tall, deeply tanned, tautly muscled, a dizzyingly attractive man with classical features and the body of an athlete — and then turned away with a deep sigh. No, dammit, it really wasn’t fair. Her poor pussy was steamy-hot and wet with longing for Tom, but she knew after three years of marriage that going to bed with him wouldn’t take care of her need.
As Ginger walked toward the house she happened to glance into the neighbors’ back yard, and she saw something that made her stop still. The neighbors, Jerry and June Thomas, were sunbathing on the lawn, but Ginger had eyes only for Jerry. My God, she thought, what a stud.