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Although Americans appear to the rest of the world as frank and open people, the truth is often the opposite when it comes to relating on an individual basis. This is particularly true regarding sexual matters.
The fact is, Americans are only now beginning to learn to discuss sex and sexuality with candor, and usually that is within the limits of marital sex.
While no one is advocating sex as the main topic of conversation, and while sexual privacy is very important, many adults harbor fears about themselves and their sexual behavior that could be erased if they were more aware of other people’s behavior. Most of us have been brought up to be at least slightly ashamed of anything sexual, and it is frequently reassuring to discover that we are not different, naughty, or even perverted in our sex practices. In discussing sex with others, people find out now truly normal they are.
THE COACH’S WIFE is a dramatic representation of a married couple who have never had a frank discussion of sex; thus their true needs and wants are satisfied by other lovers. Their story is a startling insight into the double life that many Americans live.
Vicky Benson sat alone on the deserted bleachers watching her husband put the Oaktown High School football team through its spring training. Her eyes weren’t on her husband. She was watching the players, their lithe, clean, young bodies. My God, she was thinking, to have a lover like that…
Vicky’s husband Melvin, better known as “Biff”, had coached Oaktown to three successive state championships and was aiming for a fourth. Vicky could have cared less whether he won or not. It didn’t affect his bedroom performance, which was zilch. They hadn’t made love in more than a month.
Vicky had had about all she could take of being an unloved wife. She needed to get laid so badly, she could almost scream.
“Hi, Mrs. Benson. How’s it going?”
Vicky looked up and saw that Tod Allen, the eighteen-year-old star and captain of the team, was grinning at her. Her stomach fluttered with sudden lust. He was a devilishly attractive boy with raven black hair, piercing blue eyes like Paul Newman, and a ravishing white smile. His body was perfectly formed. Vicky couldn’t help ogling his tan legs and arms. She wished she was twenty years younger.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.