First Swingers Night: From Wine Spill to Shared Ecstasy
That summer evening on the restaurant terrace, fate played its hand. Just inches away, a couple in their forties: her auburn hair, hooked nose hinting Semite roots, slim with killer legs flashing under mid-thigh skirt. Him, athletic, Jewish vibe, eyes drifting to my wife’s mini-skirted thighs. We ate side by side. Then wind gust—neighbor’s wine…