My First Swingers Orgy: Anonymous Thrust in the Shadows
I park across from their suburban house. Pulse hammers in my throat. Over fifty, divorced, hooked on hookups, but this? A libertine bash. Kids bike past, families stroll. Normal life mocks me. I’m the divorcee chasing thrills, alone at dinners, craving more. Agnes texted: arrive early, ease in. I’m late. Hesitate. Engine hums. Inner voice…