At the swinger’s club, she told us she was a free spirit. When we met her college-aged kids, we wondered, “how free?” Would they let us in on their secret?
Warnings: This title contains taboo sex between mother-son-daughter.
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“I’m a free spirit,” Denise said with a smug grin as we sat at the bar amid the noise. “If it feels good, I do it.”
I laughed and gestured to the dance floor, where swingers of all sorts shimmied and shook. It was a mostly middle-aged crowd, where some of the women were topless and all of them looked good. In other words, people like us. The men kept their partners, or their partners of the moment, moving. My wife was having a good time twirling with a well dressed black man.
“Well, this is the place to feel good,”I said.
“Exactly,” she said. “It’s a great place to feel good.”
“Or to meet people who can make you feel good,” I said with a waggle of my eyebrows.
She smiled and licked her lips in reply.
I leaned back and grinned. My wife Marie and I had been swinging for a year, but the rush of flirting with someone new still got me going. I’d had my eye on Denise from across the room. A fit, forty-something with short light brown hair, she reminded me of one of my childhood babysitters, which was a good thing. She had an easy smile and a sparkle in her blue eyes that suggested things my old babysitter never would’ve considered.
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