I started law school in 1962. I don't know if you know what a "hot wife" is, but Kathy, my first wife, could have invented the term. Some nights when I was studying, she'd pick a fight, storm out of the house, go downtown, pick some guy up and spend the night with him.
I don't know if it was just one guy or if she was playing the field. Of course, this was long before AIDS became a problem, and my main concern was that she not catch the clap or get knocked up. Both were a distinct possibility because this was before the Pill was invented.
She wore a diaphragms, but we already had six kids. As I said, I knew she was getting a lot of cock on the side -- she made no effort to hide it -- but since we swung regularly as a couple, it didn't particularly bother me because I also knew she wasn't going to run off with some guy she picked up in an all night theater.
One night, however, I surprised her by closing my books and putting on my coat. "I'm going with you," I said. I wanted to see what she was really up to.
We drove downtown, and stopped briefly at a swinger's bar, but the place was dead, so we went on down to 1st Ave, and into an adult theater. I'd been there before when the only woman in the place was on the screen, but after our eyes adjusted to the dark, we saw a half dozen men, some standing, clustered about halfway down the theater on the left-hand side.
I steered Kathy down the aisle and toward the cluster. As we worked our way into the row of empty seats, I realized the men were watching a couple make out. The men parted as we approached the couple, and as they did so, I noticed a couple of them were openly holding their cocks!