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It was 1973 and the four Westchester County, New York women were playing cards as they usually did on Tuesday afternoons while their husbands were at work in Manhattan. They were all in their late twenties.

For the past three years that's how they spent their Tuesday afternoons. "Girls, I don't know about you, but I'm bored," Claudia said.

"I know what you mean," Janelle Montoya answered. "Ed comes home from work. We have dinner, watch a little TV, go to bed. On weekends he plays golf and if I'm lucky . . ."

"At least you might get lucky once in a while," Irene Comstock jumped in. "No matter what I do Charlie thinks I'm invisible."

"Leo thinks I'm his cook and maid."

"I don't know what to do about it, but I'm bored out of my mind."

"There's nothing we can do. We're stuck."

Three weeks later, they didn't play cards. Independently, each of them read the same article in one of those women's magazines that they subscribed to and came in the mail. It arrived on Monday and by the time they gathered at Janelle Montoya's home Tuesday afternoon, they'd all read it; they'd all read it more than once.

The article, "How to Spice Up your Love Life."

Among the suggestions, and given the times, there was some subtly to it, was a key party. According to the article, "Hollywood-types are finding new freedom. Married couples attending a party drop their car keys in a bowl and at the end of the evening, the men pick a key while the wife of the owner of that car sits in the front seat and directs the possessor of the key to her home for breakfast."

"My panty hose were damp when I first read that."

"I just couldn't. I mean it would be exciting and all and your husbands are . . ."

"Irene, you've been thinking about my husband?"

"Not like that Janelle, but it crossed my mind when I read the article."

"Mine, too."

"Okay, I'll confess mine too."

"Ladies, are we just fantasizing?"

"I am, but I'd bet a dollar that I could talk Ed into it," Janelle Montoya said.

"I don't think Charlie's ever cheated on me, but if he had permission, I don't think he'd turn it down."

"Same with Jimmy."

"Leo does a lot of looking, but I don't think he's done any touching."

"Why don't we give our husbands some hints about what we're thinking and see their reaction?"

"I'll try that. Leo doesn't do well with hints. I haven't gotten any, well you know, in months."

"I know what you mean, Viviana."

"Months? You girls are lucky. I can't remember the last time."

As she drove home, Claudia Freely thought about the possibilities. Who would her Jimmy like to fuck? Janelle Montoya? I think her grandparents came from Mexico. She had black hair and her beautiful skin was dark,

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