I thought it was a party. Get to know the neighbors.
All of us were newlyweds, all college graduates. New jobs, no children yet. Our subdivision mirrored how we saw ourselves. Fresh paint, aluminum siding, all the conveniences. Like the trees on the new lawns, we had few branches, threw scant shade.
I think it was Frank Reilly’s idea. He’d read about it somewhere. Everyone drops a house key into the bowl and gets a drink. Then they keep drinking. Night’s end, choose a key and that was your house for the night. Your wife for the night.
That’s why.
Yikes. Wife swapping and aluminum siding. I feel I’ve been thrown decades back in time.
What a vivid description of ‘swinging’, as I believe it used to be called. I wouldn’t fancy that at all. I’m glad it’s no longer assumed that the wife will be compliant.
And the wives agreed to this?
Good grief. That’s horrible. But you really drew me in. Good job.
Really interesting take on the prompt. Brilliantly written.
That takes me back, but less said about that the better! Excellent.
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Hopefully they had all drunk so much they were incapable of anything but sleep!
What an interesting take – I’d forgotten about those parties. I never was invited to one. Not quite sure what I should make of that! Well written story.
Bring out the pipes and dancing to soft jazz.
We were never invited to one of those parties – did we miss anything?
Oooo swingers! This sounded like the perfect beginning to a longer piece. I enjoyed it, it really pulled me in.
I remember reading about those…in the 70’s-80’s maybe? LOL!
Oh my!
That is just weird!