At 9 o'clock the moon glowed high above the landscape. No cars were traveling on the winding road. Streetlamps roughly 300 feet apart illuminated small areas.
For nearly a half hour we had been chatting with our longtime neighbors the Bensons. Larry and Sarah Benson had been the first neighbors who friended us some 12 years earlier. To this day they remain one of only two couples with whom we chat regularly, the other being on the opposite side.
Alan and I are 50 and 49 respectively. Married for 24 years, we finally have the house all to ourselves. Alexa and Jenny, twins age 20, live on campus and are not due to come home for two more weeks.
"We're swingers" was the last thing I ever thought I would hear from the Bensons. Somehow they managed to work that tidbit into the conversation.
Alan and I shot a glance at one another. Swingers? As in swapping partners?
I asked Sarah, "how did you guys get into That lifestyle."
She proceeded to explain, knowing that her husband could confirm whatever she said.
"We always had an undersanding that we could see other people. We just never acted on it until a couple of years ago."
I addressed Sarah with a remark.
"Just two years ago," I asked.
"Uh huh," she replied.
"How is it not infidelity?"
"Larry knew who I was fucking. Nothing was done behind his back."
He finally replied. "And she knew who I was fucking."
"Do you guys do it often?"
"Only about three or four times a year," said Larry.
Larry Benson is a very handsome man. A 5 10 brunette with thin lips and a straight nose, his youthful look belies his age. He's actually my husband's age though he looks forty.
They stayed a short while longer. The conversation branched out to swingers venues and people whom they had "met" in the lifestyle.
I had to admit that Alan and I had not indulged in sex very often over the past twenty years. That's not to say we don't have feelings for each other. We actually have very deep feelings for each other.
It's just that one of us or the other was not in the mood for "fooling around".
For a long time I had been having secret sexual fantasies but making them a reality was never an option. It had, however, occured to me that my husband is also havng them.
At 6 o'clock on a Monday afternoon while dining on meatloaf, green beans and mashed potato I could not get the subject of swinging out of my head.
Larry looked at me from across the table. It was a silent meal until it wasn't.
I asked, "are you thinking what I'm thinking."
"I don't know. What are you thiking?"
"Let's be swingers for one night."
"WHAT?"
I said, "Never mind."
He took another gulp of beer from the mug then set it in front of his plate.
I asked, "have you ever had a fantasy about some woman you'd fuck if I wasn't in your life."
"Yah," he said. "She's blond with big boobs, blue eyes and a nice ass and 5 4, 119 pounds."
"In other words me when we got married," I quipped.
He chuckled at the remark.
After a couple of seconds he asked, "who's your fantasy dude."
I thought for a second then answered his querie. "Tom Ellis. He was 'Lucifer Morningstar'."
The devil himself," Alan quipped.
On a warm Friday evening we parked about a hundred feet from a nondescript building near some stores and coffee shops just off the westbound highway. Over the awning there is a black sign with white cursive lettering. "Stoltz" had been on that location for years.
I made an observation as my husband and I traversed the expansive asphalt. Many of the parking spaces were occupied leading us to believe that the place must be crowded.
"This must be the place Larry and Sarah mentioned."
