In a select neighbourhood there's a clandestine sex club run by the wealthy owner of a large house. On the last Saturday of each month, married "swinger" couples from the locality go there to party - i.e. to swap with any one of a few dozen other possibles whom they meet in the pitch black of a very large barn or similar outhouse. The whole idea is that there's no selecting in advance and that any husband can find himself fucking any wife. To add to the randomness, it's insisted the couples arrive already masked.
By a certain time in the evening, the barn is full of the sounds of moaning and grunting.
The middle-aged couple we follow in this story, members already for a number of years and thoroughly enjoying it, have been discussing family matters en route... how wonderful it is that their twenty-something daughter and son-in-law have moved back into the area recently. Of course, they will be keeping this activity strictly a secret from them. It would just be too embarrassing...
By a certain time in the evening, the barn is full of the sounds of moaning and grunting.
The middle-aged couple we follow in this story, members already for a number of years and thoroughly enjoying it, have been discussing family matters en route... how wonderful it is that their twenty-something daughter and son-in-law have moved back into the area recently. Of course, they will be keeping this activity strictly a secret from them. It would just be too embarrassing...