So, this is a good story, I think.
For quite awhile, my wife and I had been considering opening up our marriage somehow. We told each other stories. One of hers was that she had gone to a luxurious and expensive ‘sex club’ in Milan with her first, Italian husband. She made it sound like a thing out of Eyes Wide Shut, where women would step onto pedestals and pose. Apparently, it was a mixture of ‘normal’ women and prostitutes. [According to my wife, she didn’t do anything at the sex club, just hung out in the sexy vibe with her husband.]
So, one Friday morning after Thanksgiving, I suggested to my wife we should go to a sex club, and she agreed. We immediately got on the Internet (a fairly new thing at the time,) and found two ‘Swing Clubs’ in our area. That night, we were at D.J.s Island in Pittsburgh.