Swinger Halloween Party
Angie’s First Swinger Party, and She Had No Idea What to Expect (Part 2 of 3)
A Halloween series: A couple’s first venture into the world of swinging.
I leaned against the kitchen sink, my arms propping me up as I gazed out the window. The neighborhood was ablaze with Halloween decorations.
Skeletons dangled from trees, their plastic limbs swaying in the warm fall breeze. Ghosts made of bed sheets fluttered on porches, and jack-o’-lanterns grinned grotesquely from almost every window.
My thoughts kept straying to Jeff, wondering if he felt the same electric charge I had. The way he’d looked at me a few days ago was anything but innocent, and the idea that he might be interested in me was exciting and fearful.
Saturday rolled around, and my husband Ryan was busy mowing the lawn. I watched as he pushed the lawnmower back and forth. He looked up and caught my gaze, giving me a tired smile.
