Wimbledon in the late Seventies was a charming place to live. And on the surface, utterly conventional. Nice houses, nice schools, nice families. I remember studying French, aged eight, with a nice lady down the road. Her son Christian became a life-long friend; he went to the local public school, King's College, and rowed on the Thames. We went to the same parties and spent our teenage years hanging out.
Dr. Irwin Goldstein, editor of the Journal of Sexual Medicine, cited a four-week study of 1,500 couples in 2005 that found the median time for intercourse was 7.3 minutes. (Women were armed with stopwatches.)
Soccer Dad and I are off to another swingers party this weekend filled with couples we know and many we don't. So how do we know a swinger's party will be worth the trip and the price of admission if we have no idea if there will be anyone there we want to fuck? We don't.
