Halloween — Swinging — Erotica
Angie Meets Her New Neighbor (Part 1 of 3)
A Halloween series: A couple’s first venture into the world of swinging.
I admired my neighbors’ creativity. The Johnsons’ house was there, with its life-sized witches stirring cauldrons and eerie cobwebs draping the front bushes. The Petersons had outdone themselves with a graveyard scene with skeletons, tombstones, and a fog machine.
Each house told its own spooky story, and I couldn’t help but smile at the festive spirit that seemed to envelop me on my morning run. This was my favorite time of year when the neighborhood came alive with ghoulish delights and ghostly charm. Pumpkins and cornstalks adorned porches, a clear sign that Halloween was near.
I always relished my morning runs around the serene suburban neighborhood I called home. Now that the kids were in school and my husband was at work, it was my time. My time to be free and alone with my thoughts.
The rhythmic thud of my Asics against the pavement served as a soothing soundtrack to my thoughts. It was a crisp fall day, and the air was cool enough to give my cheeks a rosy glow without making me sweat too much.
