PART ONE (Another Hot Wife Tale) Wife, mother, career woman, suburban homemaker -- that's me.PART ONE (Another Hot Wife Tale) Wife, mother, career woman, suburban homemaker -- that's me. Nothing out of the ordinary in my life -- or so I thought. Happily married to Phil for nine years, and the mother of charming, brilliant, adorable, 6-year-old Bobby, I was comfortable with my role and responsibilities. I guess that's why finding Phil's "secret" was such a shock to my system. Let me tell you about it: ...... It was a beautiful Spring Friday and Phil had volunteered to help chaperon Bobby's nursery school class on the trip to the zoo. I volunteered to stay home from the office, too, and do the laundry and fill some "Goodwill" bags so we could go to my Mother's ocean condo for the weekend. (My second reason for staying home was a lot more devious. I thought that if I could get rid of a lot of Phil's old clothes, my frugal C.P.A. husband would be forced to go out and buy some things that had been made at least since Reagan was president!) The closet took longer than I thought it would, but resulted in a big pile of old clothes. Then I moved over to Phil's chest of drawers. The top drawer yielded more than a few pairs of old socks that I knew didn't reach Phil's ankles. The next drawer turned up underwear that Phil had owned when we got married -- onto the pile they went! The third drawer was a mishmash of sweaters, t-shirts, and sweatshirts. As I emptied it, a flash of color in the bottom caught my eyes. When I looked closer, I saw it was a thin pile of photographs obviously cut from magazines, tucked under the liner paper. I lifted them out and was shocked to see that they were erotic! I was so surprised because I had never seen Phil even glance at a PLAYBOY and here were pictures of men and women blatantly having sex -- and in positions too numerous to count! I didn't even know they sold stuff as graphic as this. I guess my biggest surprise was that Phil felt compelled to hide them like a 13-year-old boy. I was pretty liberal, and it wouldn't have bothered me in the least if he wanted to buy magazines like this -- as long as he didn't leave them out for Bobby to find. And then I realized that maybe Phil *WAS* hiding them from Bobby, and not me. There were about thirty pages and the theme was the same on each -- one woman with several men. |