My Accidental Residency with Swingers in Las Vegas

As much as this Southern girl loathed Las Vegas, it was great for a story or four.

Names changed to protect swinger’s privacy, also a reminder to exclude man swinger from post if I share this on Facebook!

No, it really was accidental.

Everything about Las Vegas, Nevada was a culture shock to my sheltered, Southern self. It’s super expensive to live there. I moved no less than 7 times while I was there trying to find the path of least expensive.

At one point in May of 2007, I found myself basically couch-surfing…nevermind that it was the same couch every night. The problem was I was living out of a suitcase in the closet under the stairs and there was a kid who came down every morning without fail to watch TV…in the living room where said couch was located.

This was obviously not ideal for anyone involved.

So, I hopped on Craigslist to look for a room to rent. I couldn’t afford an entire house or apartment by myself.

I went to meet with a nice couple in their 40’s. They fed me, they were fun, it was nice. I could afford the room, there was a pool and a hot tub, a couple of other roommates, this could work.

I moved in.

It was a fun place to live. It was easy for me to afford, so there was never any tension over rent, and I was good friends with the homeowners.

The other roommates were tolerable, and there was a bit of turnaround while I was there, but for the most part, it was the same couple of people and I liked them and got along with them fine.

I don’t know how long it was before the incident I’m about to share, but it was months. I had been there quite a while.

I came home from work one evening, and the downstairs living room was dark. This was out of the ordinary. The homeowners were usually in there watching TV and eating when I got home.

I didn’t think much of it. I went straight upstairs to my room, but noticed the homeowners’ bedroom door was shut. This was also not normal for this time of day.

Whatever. Like I said, I didn’t think much of it.

I was just hanging out in my room on my computer and watching TV.

Then the homeowner lady knocked loudly on my next-door roommate’s door and said, “Caitlyn, just because Daniel’s [really graphic sex stuff] me in the living room, doesn’t mean you can eat in your room!!!”

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Daniel wasn’t her husband.

Her husband was in the bedroom with Daniel’s wife!

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That’s when I realized what was going on and that I would have a story to tell for many years to come about how I unwittingly lived with swingers in Las Vegas.

There as at least one incident I know of some swinger action with one of the other roommates. Not this girl! They knew better!

I didn’t move out!

I stayed until a different opportunity presented itself, and I’m still friends with one of the swingers on Facebook. They split up. Surprise, surprise.

In all reality, I should have stayed put and saved myself about 3 moves before I came home in early 2009. I just celebrated 14 years of being back where I belong!

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