The Secret Lives Of Housewives. Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
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Sex and the suburbs. . . In a small New York suburb on the banks of the Hudson River, picture-perfect houses and well-manicured lawns hide the raging libidos of a quartet of women who come together as unlikely confidantes to discuss escapades that would make any soccer mom blush. Single or married, moms or executives, they all have one thing on their minds. . . Angie, a yoga instructor and mother of twins, worries that her role as caregiver has wiped out her identity as an active woman with grown-up desires. Nobody ever asks how she's doing anymore, and her husband seems to have forgotten she still has a limber body that hungers for his touch. If only she could add some adult playtime into their hectic home life. . .. The last thing on Monica's mind is marriage. She's content to spoil her nieces and nephews instead of getting tied down by a husband and children of her own. Her doctor has told her to relax her workaholic habits, but this driven advertising executive knows how to play the game–in business and in bed. One way or another, she'll find a way to make sure all her needs are met. . . Caitlin has it all. She's stunningly gorgeous, married to a rich man. . .and incredibly bored. Being a trophy wife is less than satisfying–unless you're the kind of woman who enjoys having your husband tell you what to outfits you should wear to impress his clients. Spontaneity is what Caitlin needs–so she turns to the internet to live out her wildest fantasies. . . Eve may look absolutely ordinary, but her bedroom adventures and active imagination belie her quiet exterior. Her daydreams consist of steamy fantasies based on the old movie romances she loves. And her real-life trysts are nothing short of spectacular, even if her afternoon delights are with her very married boss. . . White picket fences won't corral these four sultry sirens as they shake up the neighborhood in ways that city girls can only dream of. . .