SWING HIGH.

We had only been in our new home for a few weeks, but already I had noticed that our neighbours frequently had lots of visitors.  Janette came in looking excited.

“I was talking to the women next door and mentioned that they seemed to do a lot entertaining.  She told that they have swinging parties.  All their rooms are done out in different styles, Parisian boudoirs, Turkish harems etc.  She invited us to join them tomorrow night.  Should we go?”

“I’m not sure that it’s really our style.”

“We could look in and decide whether or not to stay after we have seen what they do.”

That clinched it.  We were now at the door.  I was nervous, but Janette was excited, even glowing.  We went in and looked around.  It looked like any other party, though there were a number of outrageous costumes and some of the women were scantily dressed.

“Have a drink.  This is Ken and Janette from next door.  You’ll soon find out who everybody is and what they like.”

“Nice legs, Janette, You’ll have to show them off.  Raise your skirt.2

Janette lifted her skirt to her mid-thighs.  Her legs are definitely worth looking at.

“Higher, Janette, you’ll have to take your skirt higher.  Up above your waist.”

Janette reddened.  “I’ll be showing my panties.”

“That’s what you do on lady’s night.  Hitch your skirt up.”