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The turmoil which the institution of marriage is undergoing in our society seems to be greater than at any other time in our nation’s history. We have seen, in recent years, the continual rise of the divorce rate. The occurrence of mate-swapping and infidelity has also increased.
The Marlows are an example of a typical American couple who find their marriage on shaky ground. To all outward appearances, they are leading a normal life in their suburban neighborhood-Don holds down a respectable, white-collar job; Connie putters around the house and yard, tending to her house-cleaning and caring for their teenaged children. Both enjoy an active social life with neighbors and friends. But their sexual incompatibility forces them to defy conventional morality and indulge in illicit sex.
THE NEIGHBOR’S HOT WIFE-the story of one couple trying to come to terms with their marriage and themselves. That they find no easy answer is mute testimony to the problems besetting modern marriage. Their story is a word of warning, a message to our troubled times.
Don Marlow was deep in thought as he drove across the barren hills of Nevada. He had just passed Winnemucca and was heading toward Reno where he intended to spend the night. Don Marlow, an exceptionally handsome man in his early forties was returning to California from a business trip in Denver. With nothing to see except sagebrush and an occasional billboard that extolled the glories of the casinos in the small towns he passed through, his mind had drifted to Connie, his wife.
She was a beautiful red-headed woman who had a habit of dropping her pants for any man who happened to have a hard-on. During their nineteen years of marriage, Don had forgotten how many times he’d caught his wife being unfaithful to him, and each time she’d sobbed and cried, promising never to do it again. Don would probably have left her long ago, except for the fact that he loved her very much, as well as his two children. His son, Jerry, was a nice-looking kid of eighteen with the same deep red hair his mother had. Gail, his little fifteen-year-old daughter, had blonde hair and big blue eyes.
Thinking about his family as his car sped through the desolate countryside, Don wished that his wife didn’t have to lust after every man she met. It was like a disease with her, and Don had finally come to accept it as a natural way of life for her, and rather than causing scenes, he just closed his eyes to it.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number CB-4147 in the original publications (a duplicate).