Sin in The Suburbs (1964) – Joseph Sarno.

Vintage smut uber stylist Joseph Sarno vibrantly presents another Jazz-fuelled slice of scintillatingly Sapphic interludes, and booze-soaked infidelities within the super-heated lust-pits of middle class, lipstick-collared Suburbia. As always, Sarno lays on a generously spicy smorgasbord of sultry skin-mingling and increasingly exploratory, extra-marital monkey business. Needless to say, all of this permissively libidinous behaviour culminates melodramatically in a gloopy egg salad of Freudian guilt and shame. When you peel back the lustrous veneer of middle/upper-middle class propriety, the debased ooze beneath resembles the roiling, maggoty core of an especially odoriferous artisan French cheese. Tormented female characters are often driven to unfiltered displays of alcoholic anguish, a Sarno trope I find utterly irresistible! In the altogether more hyperbolic works of Wishman and Findlay, dramatic verisimilitude plays second fiddle to the way-out in-out, whereas maestro Sarno's certainly no less fervid erotica frequently include palpable moments of genuine pathos.