I had a friend in high school whose parents swung in the 70s. The father was a cool silver fox type who was still banging women in his 60s. Parents had a bit of an open relationship where his mom went to their summer home on weekends while the father stayed in the city.
By the time we were friends they lived in a townhouse, but back in the 70s they had a dope swinger apartment that even got written up in an architectural magazine.
One day he showed us a letter that he kept from all those years back from a female neighbor complaining of the loud noises, screaming, and banging coming through into her apartment to the point where the paint was chipping off the walls of the room in her apartment next to the one in his where the action happened.
She couldn't do anything about it, and the banging continued on without hindrance.
By the time we were friends they lived in a townhouse, but back in the 70s they had a dope swinger apartment that even got written up in an architectural magazine.
One day he showed us a letter that he kept from all those years back from a female neighbor complaining of the loud noises, screaming, and banging coming through into her apartment to the point where the paint was chipping off the walls of the room in her apartment next to the one in his where the action happened.
She couldn't do anything about it, and the banging continued on without hindrance.