A recent GW story made me think of this kind of crazy weekend I had when I was a senior in high school (I was 18 at the time, I’m in my mid-20s now). For about a year at that point I’d been babysitting their kiddo who was pretty awesome. I would come over on Saturday afternoons and hang out with the kid while they would go do house chores or whatever and then I’d stay home after he went to bed and they would go out on the town and come home and I’d walk across the street to my parents place.
During that time there were a few occasions where they’d come home pretty wasted and offer me a drink and we’d sit and talk and the wife was always very flirty with me, like beyond just friendly. But, it only happened when she was drunk. The husband would just sit and smile, like kind of watching. Later in life I kind of saw this move from husbands in the swingers community.