It started innocently enough. We had been living in the neighborhood for about 6 months when we decided it was time to meet some of the neighbors. We started with the Smiths, who lived in the 2-story house across the street from ours. I approached Mrs. Smith early one Tuesday morning while she was out in the yard, pruning her bushes.
We chatted for a few minutes and I invited she and her husband over for dinner on Thursday night. I spent the next two days planning, cooking and wondering what kind of couple the Smiths really were.
At 7:30 our doorbell rang, and Jeff and Tina Smith came in with a bottle of wine. My husband poured drinks for everyone and we settled in the living room to chat before dinner. We seemed to have a lot in common β the air was charged with flirtatious energy. After an hour of cocktails, Tina asked if she could help me in the kitchen. I gladly accepted the help, hoping to get dinner under way as soon as possible. Once in the kitchen, Tina started talking openly to me about her and Jeff's sex life. Maybe she was just longing for a female friend to confide in. But she was being almost embarrassingly explicit with the details. She told me how proficient her husband was in pleasing her, and how they liked to fantasize about bringing another couple into their lovemaking.