Part-Time Call Girl

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Beth made sex her credit card
She Was A Demure Suburban Housewife. But In Her Spare Time She Played At Being A Call Girl!

From the back:

BETH had to have money. She couldn’t get it from her tightwad husband. She couldn’t get sexual fulfillment from him, either. Their lovemaking was as empty as Beth’s pocketbook.
SANDRA saw her chance. She persuaded Beth to join the part-time call-girl ring that operated in their quiet suburb. A ring made up of “respectable” housewives not averse to cash – and a few new thrills.
In her spare-time excursions, Beth collected both the cash and the thrills. But she made the mistake of falling in love with one of her clients who couldn’t return the love of a prostitute. He could only pay for the use of her body.
Then Beth realized that she was caught in quicksand, sinking deeper and deeper into depravity…

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Tangled Passions

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The town seethed with the gossip they caused — the wealthy young widow stalking him like a bitch in heat

From the back:

Gordon Talledge ran his gaze over her trim, red-haired form. “Here’s looking at you, sweetheart!” he toasted, raising his glass. Then, his other hand snaked out and tugged open the belted white robe.

Behind a façade of serenity, the town seethed with its evil secrets… the wealthy, debauched widow satiating her perverted desires, and willing to pay any price.

She was decidedly the most disappointing of all his many mistresses. She reminded him of his first wife Louise in her shy, almost virginal cowerings when he sought to embrace her. Of course, he’d had to put up with Louise. He’d shrewdly married the scrawny, underdeveloped prude for the fortune she’d inherited which in turn became his when she finally passed away. . . ·
But he didn’t have to endure the insufferable ingratitudes of the dark-haired harlot he’d hired, just as he hired others to perform various services for him.

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Old Enough

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Every teen-age boy has to learn for himself about women like Harriet…

A Scorching Novel About Suburbia’s Thrill-Snatching Set

From the back:

Married women hungry for boys are sure to get themselves into trouble—or are they? That’s the question confronting thousands of restless wives today. And it’s the question discussed in this swift, sharp novel of illicit sex.
Take Harriet Smith, described in these pages as married, quite beautiful, and burning with mature, healthy sex needs. She thinks she is calling the turn when she seduces a clean, handsome teen-ager. Actually, the boy is imposing his will on her—exactly as numerous sex-driven youngsters today are imposing their wills on more and more older women!
For young people, by sheer number, now are forcing their free-and-easy morality on adults. So this book contends. Usually such unions wind up in disillusionment. Meanwhile, however, thrills are fast and furious!

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The Sex Rebels / Strange Lovers

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Secret, shameless, violent nights — as moral values crumble before the onslaught of: The Sex Rebels

A Bold New Novel — mercilessly unveiling the scandals that rock suburbia today!

The man was painted out of the picture before it was reused for Strange Lovers

Tender girls, older men, wives craving hot young lust — swinging together!

 

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Dial “M” For Man

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When this woman wanted love she knew what to do — 

Hob Sampson was a local businessman who walked in on trouble every time a lonely wife like Doris Condon phoned for help. The beautiful Mrs. Condon’s husband left her cold — and she wanted a man around the house day and night!

Behind The “Respectable” Front Door In Suburbia

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