Writer Erin Mantz – husband in tow – checks out the scene at a suburban swingers club.
… Last month, I attended an end-of-the-elementary-school-year family barbecue in my woodsy suburban neighborhood outside of Washington, D.C. Sitting with four other couples as the kids played Wii downstairs, the parents’ conversations turned from second grade teacher reputations and fourth quarter grades to the rumored “swingers” parties one community over. Those of us who had heard it before had a twinkle in their eyes. Those who hadn’t heard it were shocked then extremely curious. I swear every mom and dad’s ears perked up and hung on every word; even the most conservative-seeming mom of the bunch pepped up.
Fast forward to another dinner party one weekend later. A woman I’d just met went on and on about the new “Swingtown” television series (which airs on CBS). “You have to watch it. It isn’t that good, but I am totally sucked in,” she said. And the topic came up again on a recent “girls night out” sushi dinner after seeing “Sex in the City.” Four married, attractive, successful women/moms, we analyzed the swinger house party scenarios to death. Someone heard the people who threw the parties now had “facilitators” in there, too. What in the world for, we wondered! Read more