Saturday, November 25th, 2006
More IM with K&S
We spent quite a bit of time over the next week or so chatting online with Kevin & Samantha. There was no doubting what was on their mind - describing in great detail what they wanted to do to us and what they wanted us to do to them. Randif was a little reticent about going online and chatting if I wasn’t there, but she soon got over her apprehension and was describing her desires with some gusto and seeming to enjoy telling me later what she had said.
Kevin started sending explicit photos of themselves to us and asked whether we had some to send in return. We hadn’t. We’d had a digital camera for a while, but had never taken any “artistic” photos. Years ago, Randif had told me in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t going to be photographed in the nude, so as far as I was concerned that was that. Still, I suppose in hindsight, what we had just done at the club meant that the rules were being rewritten at the moment.
Anyway, we decided that we would have a go at taking some photos, but would try to ensure that we only e-mailed pics where we were not easily recognised. We charged the camera, set aside a Sunday afternoon, tidied up the bedroom and started snapping away. The first batch of photos were absolute rubbish, they almost looked like weird police mugshots because we weren’t comfortable and it showed. We certainly didn’t look like we were enjoying ourselves.
We tried a bit of relaxing sex and that seemed to help, the next batch of photos were much better, much more natural. We uploaded them to the computer and selected some which we e-mailed off. It was quite a nerve-wracking moment and there was a certain amount of hesitation on our part before hitting the send button.
The photos obviously went down well with Kevin & Samantha who said they made them horny and wanting to fuck. They then asked if Randif would shave her pussy and send them some pics of it shaved. We had noticed that in the pics they’d sent, there had been a couple of other girls, both of whom were shaved so it wasn’t a total surprise to be asked. Randif wasn’t too keen on the idea, as she’d tried it once before but didn’t like it. She did say that she was probably prepared to go as far as a Brazilian, though!
Anyway, we agreed to meet up at their house one weekend. Randif and I would have preferred to meet at a club because neither of us wanted to use our bedroom for entertaining and we didn’t want to feel the need to return the favour. Unfortunately it wasn’t convenient for Kevin & Samantha to go to a club so their house it was.
The night before going, we were cuddling in bed when I noticed that things felt very different below, I put my hand between Randif’s legs to find that she was now as bald as a coot. I was absolutely gobsmacked! Randif explained that she hadn’t done it because she was asked, but because she was trying to tidy herself up a bit and just couldn’t get it straight, chopping too much off of one side then the next. In the end in frustration she just took the lot off.
K was going to be very happy, but we would leave it to the night for him to discover. We were looking forward to seeing his face when he found out.
Rudolph
Kevin started sending explicit photos of themselves to us and asked whether we had some to send in return. We hadn’t. We’d had a digital camera for a while, but had never taken any “artistic” photos. Years ago, Randif had told me in no uncertain terms that she wasn’t going to be photographed in the nude, so as far as I was concerned that was that. Still, I suppose in hindsight, what we had just done at the club meant that the rules were being rewritten at the moment.
Anyway, we decided that we would have a go at taking some photos, but would try to ensure that we only e-mailed pics where we were not easily recognised. We charged the camera, set aside a Sunday afternoon, tidied up the bedroom and started snapping away. The first batch of photos were absolute rubbish, they almost looked like weird police mugshots because we weren’t comfortable and it showed. We certainly didn’t look like we were enjoying ourselves.
We tried a bit of relaxing sex and that seemed to help, the next batch of photos were much better, much more natural. We uploaded them to the computer and selected some which we e-mailed off. It was quite a nerve-wracking moment and there was a certain amount of hesitation on our part before hitting the send button.
The photos obviously went down well with Kevin & Samantha who said they made them horny and wanting to fuck. They then asked if Randif would shave her pussy and send them some pics of it shaved. We had noticed that in the pics they’d sent, there had been a couple of other girls, both of whom were shaved so it wasn’t a total surprise to be asked. Randif wasn’t too keen on the idea, as she’d tried it once before but didn’t like it. She did say that she was probably prepared to go as far as a Brazilian, though!
Anyway, we agreed to meet up at their house one weekend. Randif and I would have preferred to meet at a club because neither of us wanted to use our bedroom for entertaining and we didn’t want to feel the need to return the favour. Unfortunately it wasn’t convenient for Kevin & Samantha to go to a club so their house it was.
The night before going, we were cuddling in bed when I noticed that things felt very different below, I put my hand between Randif’s legs to find that she was now as bald as a coot. I was absolutely gobsmacked! Randif explained that she hadn’t done it because she was asked, but because she was trying to tidy herself up a bit and just couldn’t get it straight, chopping too much off of one side then the next. In the end in frustration she just took the lot off.
K was going to be very happy, but we would leave it to the night for him to discover. We were looking forward to seeing his face when he found out.
Rudolph
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07:17:30 PM
Wednesday, November 15th, 2006
07:36:18 PM
The First Time - PM and IM
We got back to our hotel room without really saying too much to each other, got cleaned up and went to bed holding hands staring at the ceiling with truly moronic grins on our faces.
I don’t think either of us got a wink of sleep as we were both on too much of a high. It felt a bit like being on drugs, but both of us were sober as judges.
I think it was especially an ego boost because we managed to be pulled by one of the better looking couples on our first attempt. We’re not bad looking ourselves, but you don’t want to get your hopes too high beforehand do you? Of course, this means that the bar has been set at a very high level from now on. No mingers for us!!
Anyway, I digress. We had just over a week off work together as we were off on holiday just afterwards and so we had loads of time to discuss what had gone on, how we felt, whether we wanted to do it again and whether we wanted to go further.
The subject was never very far away from discussion all the time on holiday. With hindsight, it probably wasn’t the brightest of moves on our part to spend a solid week together after visiting the club, because if it had been a disaster at the club, we could have spent the entire time at each other’s throats. Luckily, we were both very relaxed about what had happened and neither of us had even the slightest twinges of jealousy about what the other did.
I have to say that this was something that really surprised me because Randif has never liked me even talking about or to other women. But she actually told me that when I was going down on Samantha, she looked over and when she saw the big smile on Samantha’s face she just felt smug that she could get that kind of treatment off of me at any time, not jealous that I was with another woman.
We both said that we’d love to visit clubs again and felt that we could go further than we did with K & S. We both feel that oral sex is a much more intimate act than fucking, so to be prepared to do one with strangers but not the other would be bizarre.
K & S had mentioned a few of the clubs that they had visited and had talked about us going as a foursome. Our original thoughts had been that we wouldn’t be doing repeat meetings with anyone, but they were a nice and friendly couple, sexy and good looking. Also, they didn’t live so close as to be embarrassing if things fell apart, nor so far away as to be a bugger to get to. So we decided that if we hear from them, we’ll play it by ear and if we fancy it we’ll be more than happy to meet up with them again. If not, no worries, we’ll just have to go clubbing again.
As it happened, I checked my e-mails when we got back, and lo and behold - top of the list was one from Kevin thanking us for an enjoyable time, hoping we had enjoyed ourselves too and asking if we wanted to meet up again sometime.
I sent a reply thanking them as well and set up an IM account so that we could chat to them online.
A couple of nights later me and Kevin started chatting. It went something like this:
K - Did you enjoy the other night at the club.
R - Yes, we had a whale of a time.
K - Did things go too far for you?
R - No, actually we’d be prepared to go further.
K - Samantha wants me to watch as you fuck her and then she wants to watch as I fuck Randif…
I wasn’t sure, but reading between the lines, I think they wanted to meet up with us again!
Rudolph
I don’t think either of us got a wink of sleep as we were both on too much of a high. It felt a bit like being on drugs, but both of us were sober as judges.
I think it was especially an ego boost because we managed to be pulled by one of the better looking couples on our first attempt. We’re not bad looking ourselves, but you don’t want to get your hopes too high beforehand do you? Of course, this means that the bar has been set at a very high level from now on. No mingers for us!!
Anyway, I digress. We had just over a week off work together as we were off on holiday just afterwards and so we had loads of time to discuss what had gone on, how we felt, whether we wanted to do it again and whether we wanted to go further.
The subject was never very far away from discussion all the time on holiday. With hindsight, it probably wasn’t the brightest of moves on our part to spend a solid week together after visiting the club, because if it had been a disaster at the club, we could have spent the entire time at each other’s throats. Luckily, we were both very relaxed about what had happened and neither of us had even the slightest twinges of jealousy about what the other did.
I have to say that this was something that really surprised me because Randif has never liked me even talking about or to other women. But she actually told me that when I was going down on Samantha, she looked over and when she saw the big smile on Samantha’s face she just felt smug that she could get that kind of treatment off of me at any time, not jealous that I was with another woman.
We both said that we’d love to visit clubs again and felt that we could go further than we did with K & S. We both feel that oral sex is a much more intimate act than fucking, so to be prepared to do one with strangers but not the other would be bizarre.
K & S had mentioned a few of the clubs that they had visited and had talked about us going as a foursome. Our original thoughts had been that we wouldn’t be doing repeat meetings with anyone, but they were a nice and friendly couple, sexy and good looking. Also, they didn’t live so close as to be embarrassing if things fell apart, nor so far away as to be a bugger to get to. So we decided that if we hear from them, we’ll play it by ear and if we fancy it we’ll be more than happy to meet up with them again. If not, no worries, we’ll just have to go clubbing again.
As it happened, I checked my e-mails when we got back, and lo and behold - top of the list was one from Kevin thanking us for an enjoyable time, hoping we had enjoyed ourselves too and asking if we wanted to meet up again sometime.
I sent a reply thanking them as well and set up an IM account so that we could chat to them online.
A couple of nights later me and Kevin started chatting. It went something like this:
K - Did you enjoy the other night at the club.
R - Yes, we had a whale of a time.
K - Did things go too far for you?
R - No, actually we’d be prepared to go further.
K - Samantha wants me to watch as you fuck her and then she wants to watch as I fuck Randif…
I wasn’t sure, but reading between the lines, I think they wanted to meet up with us again!
Rudolph
07:36:18 PM
Friday, November 10th, 2006
06:05:57 PM
The First Time Pt 2
It’s strange how small things change events. We were sat in the 1st floor lobby of Chameleons chatting and chilling, discussing how we felt about what we’d seen and done. There were a few couples we kept seeing who we felt were showing an interest in us, or who we were interested in. There was a bloke sat opposite us who was half of one of those couples I’d kept noticing. Him and his wife had been watching us in the couples room, and at one point they had also came right up next to us while the present Mrs Hucker was bouncing up and down on me. I grunted an embarrassed hello to both of them, not really knowing whether I should be giving my wife my undivided attention, or watching him get a blowjob off of his wife. He had no such problems though, seeming to be intently watching my cock plunging in and out of my wife’s pussy. Unfortunately they didn’t stay there for long so we didn‘t get fully acquainted then.
Anyway, we were sat there in the lobby not knowing whether to talk to him or not when someone coming down the stairs managed to switch off the light. Randif went to switch the light back on and somehow that simple act had broken the ice and we started chatting with him. For my own obscure reasons, I shall call him Kevin (although he doesn’t look a bit like a Kevin).
So we chatted for a while and Kevin’s wife (for equally obscure reasons, I shall call her Samantha) turned up, and we chatted some more. It was a strange time as Mrs Hucker and I were both so convinced that there would be no swapping from us that night, that I don’t think either of us knew what to do. It seemed fairly obvious that they were interested and I have to admit that I thought that Samantha was absolutely gorgeous!
After a while, Kevin asked if we wanted to have a look round the club and see what was going on. It sounded good to us so off we went. It was getting towards the end of the evening and there wasn’t much going on in the public rooms, so he asked whether we’d like to go to a room with them. A quick glance at my wife was enough to see that she was happy to, but I did tell them that I didn’t think we were prepared to actually swap. They seemed happy enough with the arrangements and we went and found a room.
We were soon all busy, Randif giving me a blowjob whilst Kevin shagged Samantha. I don’t know if it was deliberate, but Samantha briefly put her hand on my leg. It was hot and I felt like an electric shock was going through my body. Did Randif notice? Did she mind? How far was this going?
They stopped what they were doing soon after and both turned and watched Randif sucking my cock. Samantha smiled at me and put her hand back on my leg. I managed not to jump this time but I felt paralysed with both fear and excitement. I tried to smile back but I was suddenly nervous and I expect it looked like a grimace. It didn’t seem to matter though as she then started to move her hand slowly up and down my thigh. My heart was racing by this time. I couldn’t have stopped her if I’d wanted to - but as I didn’t want her to stop, coward-like I left it to Randif to make the decision. Samantha’s strokes got closer and closer to my balls. I held my breath and then her hand was brushing the underside of my balls. She shifted position and started to rub her hand up and down my cock. This was fantastic.
Randif lifted her mouth from my cock and Samantha replaced it with her own. Result! This was going further than we thought we would, but it looked like Randif was happy with what was going on. I think it was then that Samantha started to touch Randif - I’m a little hazy about the details now. I was concentrating on the fact that I was getting head from 2 women.
Randif stood up and kissed me passionately on the mouth as Samantha sucked my cock. In my head a Homer Simpson voice went “Woohoo!” - she was definitely all right with this!!
I got up off the bench and got Randif to lie down there instead. Samantha moved down between Randif’s legs and started to lick her pussy. I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven! This was pretty mind-blowing and it seemed as if it was all some kind of dream. Randif took me and Kevin in each hand as Samantha licked her. I enjoyed the scene for a while, but decided that I really wanted to lick Samantha’s pussy. I got her on the bench, spread her legs and gave her my best tongue moves. Her pussy was shaved, (which was yet another first for me. I was racking them up that night!!)
and it tasted absolutely wonderful. She seemed to enjoy my efforts and I managed to get her hips really moving. Although you get quite a restricted viewpoint from between someone’s legs, I did look over and saw that Randif was sucking Kevin’s cock as he finger fucked her. Seeing that really made me smile and I pushed my index finger inside Samantha’s pussy. Her pussy felt really tight as it gripped my finger. I reckon she must have a black belt in pelvic floor exercises.
I swapped positions with Samantha again and she took me in her mouth. Kevin came up behind her and started fucking her. Randif started snogging me. I noticed that there was some dried cum on her tits. Kevin had definitely enjoyed his blowjob.
There was a bit more position swapping and I tried to fuck Randif from behind, but I think she’d been so wet for so long that she had ran out of her juices and I couldn’t get in.
Eventually, the action subsided and we settled down and then we all introduced ourselves and laughed.
That was the end of the action for the night. We went and got dressed, swapped e-mail addresses, promised to keep in touch and said our goodbyes.
Randif and I drove back to the hotel in a state of stunned silence, but both grinning from ear to ear.
We both knew we’d be visiting Chameleons again!!
Rudolph
Anyway, we were sat there in the lobby not knowing whether to talk to him or not when someone coming down the stairs managed to switch off the light. Randif went to switch the light back on and somehow that simple act had broken the ice and we started chatting with him. For my own obscure reasons, I shall call him Kevin (although he doesn’t look a bit like a Kevin).
So we chatted for a while and Kevin’s wife (for equally obscure reasons, I shall call her Samantha) turned up, and we chatted some more. It was a strange time as Mrs Hucker and I were both so convinced that there would be no swapping from us that night, that I don’t think either of us knew what to do. It seemed fairly obvious that they were interested and I have to admit that I thought that Samantha was absolutely gorgeous!
After a while, Kevin asked if we wanted to have a look round the club and see what was going on. It sounded good to us so off we went. It was getting towards the end of the evening and there wasn’t much going on in the public rooms, so he asked whether we’d like to go to a room with them. A quick glance at my wife was enough to see that she was happy to, but I did tell them that I didn’t think we were prepared to actually swap. They seemed happy enough with the arrangements and we went and found a room.
We were soon all busy, Randif giving me a blowjob whilst Kevin shagged Samantha. I don’t know if it was deliberate, but Samantha briefly put her hand on my leg. It was hot and I felt like an electric shock was going through my body. Did Randif notice? Did she mind? How far was this going?
They stopped what they were doing soon after and both turned and watched Randif sucking my cock. Samantha smiled at me and put her hand back on my leg. I managed not to jump this time but I felt paralysed with both fear and excitement. I tried to smile back but I was suddenly nervous and I expect it looked like a grimace. It didn’t seem to matter though as she then started to move her hand slowly up and down my thigh. My heart was racing by this time. I couldn’t have stopped her if I’d wanted to - but as I didn’t want her to stop, coward-like I left it to Randif to make the decision. Samantha’s strokes got closer and closer to my balls. I held my breath and then her hand was brushing the underside of my balls. She shifted position and started to rub her hand up and down my cock. This was fantastic.
Randif lifted her mouth from my cock and Samantha replaced it with her own. Result! This was going further than we thought we would, but it looked like Randif was happy with what was going on. I think it was then that Samantha started to touch Randif - I’m a little hazy about the details now. I was concentrating on the fact that I was getting head from 2 women.
Randif stood up and kissed me passionately on the mouth as Samantha sucked my cock. In my head a Homer Simpson voice went “Woohoo!” - she was definitely all right with this!!
I got up off the bench and got Randif to lie down there instead. Samantha moved down between Randif’s legs and started to lick her pussy. I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven! This was pretty mind-blowing and it seemed as if it was all some kind of dream. Randif took me and Kevin in each hand as Samantha licked her. I enjoyed the scene for a while, but decided that I really wanted to lick Samantha’s pussy. I got her on the bench, spread her legs and gave her my best tongue moves. Her pussy was shaved, (which was yet another first for me. I was racking them up that night!!)
and it tasted absolutely wonderful. She seemed to enjoy my efforts and I managed to get her hips really moving. Although you get quite a restricted viewpoint from between someone’s legs, I did look over and saw that Randif was sucking Kevin’s cock as he finger fucked her. Seeing that really made me smile and I pushed my index finger inside Samantha’s pussy. Her pussy felt really tight as it gripped my finger. I reckon she must have a black belt in pelvic floor exercises.
I swapped positions with Samantha again and she took me in her mouth. Kevin came up behind her and started fucking her. Randif started snogging me. I noticed that there was some dried cum on her tits. Kevin had definitely enjoyed his blowjob.
There was a bit more position swapping and I tried to fuck Randif from behind, but I think she’d been so wet for so long that she had ran out of her juices and I couldn’t get in.
Eventually, the action subsided and we settled down and then we all introduced ourselves and laughed.
That was the end of the action for the night. We went and got dressed, swapped e-mail addresses, promised to keep in touch and said our goodbyes.
Randif and I drove back to the hotel in a state of stunned silence, but both grinning from ear to ear.
We both knew we’d be visiting Chameleons again!!
Rudolph
06:05:57 PM
Monday, November 6th, 2006
01:35:36 PM
The First Time
Once the decision to go had been made it was then a matter of where and when.
I let Randif take the lead on this, and it turned out that she had already done a fair amount of research on the matter. We both searched the internet for info and reviews on clubs, discussed our favourites and both easily favoured Chameleons. It just sounded relaxed and informal where there was no pressure to do anything except enjoy yourselves. The dress code of towels sounded like a good leveller as well, we felt that it would feel less like a meat market than in somewhere where lingerie is the order of the day.
It was quite a bit long trip for us, but it just sounded like the right place - so we had the place chosen. Just one more thing to do…
Initially, the first weekend we thought we could go was over 2 months later. We didn’t think we could hold our nerve that long and decided to squeeze in a trip in 2 weeks, just before we were going on holiday.
It was a long wait, and I don’t think either of us got much sleep in the week before “Chameleons Day”, but somehow we made it and set off.
We had a small amount of trouble finding the place, as we’d left the directions at home and didn’t think it was the sort of place that you could actually stop someone in the street to ask directions for. Luckily, Chameleons is in the phone book and we managed to get directions from the club and arrived there at around 7pm.
We were instantly made to feel welcome by the staff, getting the membership was a cinch and then we were given a tour of the club which was very useful as the place is a bit of a rabbit warren. Within half an hour of arriving, we were sat self-consciously in the bar in our towels watching everyone arrive. And what an eye-opener it was to see all these people as they walked through the bar. They were all shapes, sizes, ages and races. A real melting pot.
We had a drink and then wandered around the rooms to get the feel of the place. We decided to begin by going in the jacuzzi. It was actually a bit of a disappointment, the water was a bit on the cool side, and most of the people in there didn’t want to chat, just sit there quietly. Even so, we were both beginning to get a bit randy in there and were touching each other up and soon had to get out and find somewhere else.
We went into the couples-only room and were at it like rabbits almost straight away. It was very off-putting at first, the door was really noisy and there seemed to be a steady procession of people coming and going. Also at one point, one woman in there who seemed to be watching us giggled really loudly, which I thought was a bit rude - I was trying my best, after all!!
It was very enjoyable and hugely liberating, though. I’d never had sex in front of an audience before and it felt good to feel like the centre of attention. After that, we spent the next couple of hours going around the club spending some time in all of the public rooms mainly watching but sometimes doing. We generally went to the couples room for the doing. It was a fantastic evening, everything was pretty much as we’d anticipated - exciting and fun, and the time just flew by.
And then out of the blue the way the evening was going changed....
TBC
Rudolph
I let Randif take the lead on this, and it turned out that she had already done a fair amount of research on the matter. We both searched the internet for info and reviews on clubs, discussed our favourites and both easily favoured Chameleons. It just sounded relaxed and informal where there was no pressure to do anything except enjoy yourselves. The dress code of towels sounded like a good leveller as well, we felt that it would feel less like a meat market than in somewhere where lingerie is the order of the day.
It was quite a bit long trip for us, but it just sounded like the right place - so we had the place chosen. Just one more thing to do…
Initially, the first weekend we thought we could go was over 2 months later. We didn’t think we could hold our nerve that long and decided to squeeze in a trip in 2 weeks, just before we were going on holiday.
It was a long wait, and I don’t think either of us got much sleep in the week before “Chameleons Day”, but somehow we made it and set off.
We had a small amount of trouble finding the place, as we’d left the directions at home and didn’t think it was the sort of place that you could actually stop someone in the street to ask directions for. Luckily, Chameleons is in the phone book and we managed to get directions from the club and arrived there at around 7pm.
We were instantly made to feel welcome by the staff, getting the membership was a cinch and then we were given a tour of the club which was very useful as the place is a bit of a rabbit warren. Within half an hour of arriving, we were sat self-consciously in the bar in our towels watching everyone arrive. And what an eye-opener it was to see all these people as they walked through the bar. They were all shapes, sizes, ages and races. A real melting pot.
We had a drink and then wandered around the rooms to get the feel of the place. We decided to begin by going in the jacuzzi. It was actually a bit of a disappointment, the water was a bit on the cool side, and most of the people in there didn’t want to chat, just sit there quietly. Even so, we were both beginning to get a bit randy in there and were touching each other up and soon had to get out and find somewhere else.
We went into the couples-only room and were at it like rabbits almost straight away. It was very off-putting at first, the door was really noisy and there seemed to be a steady procession of people coming and going. Also at one point, one woman in there who seemed to be watching us giggled really loudly, which I thought was a bit rude - I was trying my best, after all!!
It was very enjoyable and hugely liberating, though. I’d never had sex in front of an audience before and it felt good to feel like the centre of attention. After that, we spent the next couple of hours going around the club spending some time in all of the public rooms mainly watching but sometimes doing. We generally went to the couples room for the doing. It was a fantastic evening, everything was pretty much as we’d anticipated - exciting and fun, and the time just flew by.
And then out of the blue the way the evening was going changed....
TBC
Rudolph
01:35:36 PM
Friday, November 3rd, 2006
02:15:08 PM
Beginning Swinging
Beginning Swinging.
I don’t know where to begin describing how we came to try swinging.
For me, it was when that Scottish MEP was involved in a libel case earlier in the year. It was a complete surprise to me to discover that there were clubs in this country where you could go to swap partners. I happened to mention the existence of these clubs to my wife.
There was no ulterior motive, I was just saying how there seems to be something available whatever your interest.
I thought no more about it, but a couple of weeks later, we were lying in bed one Sunday morning when I said to Randif “A penny for your thoughts” as she was lying there completely silent - a most unusual state of affairs.
Randif said that she was thinking about asking me something, but didn’t know how I would react. I said that you can’t say that and not then ask me - so she asked her question and if I wasn’t already lying down, you could have knocked me down with a feather.
The question? It was “What would you say to going to visit one of those clubs we talked about the other week?”
My mind was almost instantly shouting at me - “Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES!“ I mean, its not every day that your wife implies that it is OK to shag another woman, is it!! But I remained quiet and tried to think of the consequences.
Randif said that I shouldn’t give an answer there and then, but leave it a week or 2 to think about it and then say what I think.
I found it difficult to think of anything else that day. Its fair to say that we have a very strong relationship - happily married, solvent, stable and extremely comfortable with each other. This is a lot to risk on a whim, and I knew it.
What I found really strange was that I didn’t dwell for very long on the apparent opportunity for shagging someone else, but more on how I felt I would be about seeing my wife with another man. And stranger than that was the realisation that I was quite excited about getting the chance to find out.
I spent a lot of time after that imagining lots of “What if” scenarios about swinging - “What if I like it and Randif doesn’t, will that destroy our marriage?” “What if we meet someone we know, how will we feel?”, “What if one of us shags someone, but we decide swinging isn’t for us, but then only one of us in our marriage has shagged someone else, will that cause a problem?”
There were loads of these types of questions running through my mind, each “What if” seeming to turn into ten “But then, what ifs” but the answer to all of them was that as long as we set out our own rules of engagement, I believe we have a strong enough bond of trust in each other to talk through any problem that might arise.
I was still not completely sure about it all, and wanted to hear Randif’s perspective so I hedged my bets and said that I thought that there was obviously no harm in going to a club to observe, but that we need to think long and hard about how far to go and what we want to get out of it.
We talked and talked about it. Played the “What if” game together, discussed why each of us would like to go and what we hoped it would achieve.
In the end we came to the conclusion that we are far too nervous and shy a couple to go to a club and fully swing on the first occasion anyway, we’d probably only go and people-watch because that’s how we are. We’d see how others interact, watch a bit of sex, shag each other in front of other people and generally get used to the atmosphere.
But the important thing was, the decision had been made….we were going!!
I don’t know where to begin describing how we came to try swinging.
For me, it was when that Scottish MEP was involved in a libel case earlier in the year. It was a complete surprise to me to discover that there were clubs in this country where you could go to swap partners. I happened to mention the existence of these clubs to my wife.
There was no ulterior motive, I was just saying how there seems to be something available whatever your interest.
I thought no more about it, but a couple of weeks later, we were lying in bed one Sunday morning when I said to Randif “A penny for your thoughts” as she was lying there completely silent - a most unusual state of affairs.
Randif said that she was thinking about asking me something, but didn’t know how I would react. I said that you can’t say that and not then ask me - so she asked her question and if I wasn’t already lying down, you could have knocked me down with a feather.
The question? It was “What would you say to going to visit one of those clubs we talked about the other week?”
My mind was almost instantly shouting at me - “Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES! Say YES!“ I mean, its not every day that your wife implies that it is OK to shag another woman, is it!! But I remained quiet and tried to think of the consequences.
Randif said that I shouldn’t give an answer there and then, but leave it a week or 2 to think about it and then say what I think.
I found it difficult to think of anything else that day. Its fair to say that we have a very strong relationship - happily married, solvent, stable and extremely comfortable with each other. This is a lot to risk on a whim, and I knew it.
What I found really strange was that I didn’t dwell for very long on the apparent opportunity for shagging someone else, but more on how I felt I would be about seeing my wife with another man. And stranger than that was the realisation that I was quite excited about getting the chance to find out.
I spent a lot of time after that imagining lots of “What if” scenarios about swinging - “What if I like it and Randif doesn’t, will that destroy our marriage?” “What if we meet someone we know, how will we feel?”, “What if one of us shags someone, but we decide swinging isn’t for us, but then only one of us in our marriage has shagged someone else, will that cause a problem?”
There were loads of these types of questions running through my mind, each “What if” seeming to turn into ten “But then, what ifs” but the answer to all of them was that as long as we set out our own rules of engagement, I believe we have a strong enough bond of trust in each other to talk through any problem that might arise.
I was still not completely sure about it all, and wanted to hear Randif’s perspective so I hedged my bets and said that I thought that there was obviously no harm in going to a club to observe, but that we need to think long and hard about how far to go and what we want to get out of it.
We talked and talked about it. Played the “What if” game together, discussed why each of us would like to go and what we hoped it would achieve.
In the end we came to the conclusion that we are far too nervous and shy a couple to go to a club and fully swing on the first occasion anyway, we’d probably only go and people-watch because that’s how we are. We’d see how others interact, watch a bit of sex, shag each other in front of other people and generally get used to the atmosphere.
But the important thing was, the decision had been made….we were going!!
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