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"At the time, it didn't even cross my mind that they had ulterior motives."
Maybe it's the loss of a job, the end of a relationship, or the realization that Taylor Swift songs are really, really catchy. The point is: There are many things that will happen to you in life that you just can't prepare for. And in my case, it was when my friends invited me and my wife on vacation...to have sex with us.
My then-wife and I were living in a small town in Rhode Island. Being somewhat new to the area, we were still in the process of making new friends. Joe (we'll call him) was a fun-loving guy—the type to always be first on the dance floor at our favorite watering hole, pulling whomever was nearest to him along. He was handsome in his own way with blond hair and a muscular build.
His wife "Kim" was a total blonde-haired, blue-eyed babe. She was the type of woman you do a double-take for. We met by chance at a mutual friend's party a few months back. At the time, they had been married for just a year or so and were clearly still in the newlywed stage, evidenced by the way they hung all over each other.
Thinking back, I should've seen the red flags.
One night, standing in the middle of the dance floor, Kim spun away from Joe and pulled me close (really close, nose-to-nose close) and gave my ear a little nibble. I dismissed it as alcohol-induced behavior.
"They were clearly still in the newlywed stage, evidenced by the way they hung all over each other."
Not long into our newfound friendship and many of these red-flag moments later, Joe and Kim invited my wife and me to accompany them on an all-expense paid trip to North Carolina's Outer Bank.
At the time, it didn't even cross my mind that they had ulterior motives. I remember thinking, "GREAT! Who doesn't love a vacation? Who cares that we don't know each other that well. Life is all about adventure!" (I was clearly a young and naive lad.)
The night before our trip, the four of us went out to dinner. The drinks were flowing and the conversation turned to how lucky we all felt about becoming "insta-besties."
But the first physical tell-tale sign of what was to come happened when I found myself trying to ignore the subtle footsies coming from our friend's wife. Again, I chalked it up to booze and off we went on a big jet plane to one of the most beautiful places on the East Coast.
During hotel check-in, things started to get… interesting. We were informed they had only booked one room.
"Oops," Joe said. "It must have been a mix-up."
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Unfortunately, my swingers radar hadn't kicked in and it didn't even occur to me that this was premeditated. As soon as we found ourselves all getting settled in, we put our swimsuits on and headed poolside to soak in some rays and sip a few mojitos.
"The drinks were flowing and the conversation turned to how lucky we all felt about becoming 'insta-besties.'"
That night, we hit the bars hard. Everyone was pretty drunk and we might've gotten a bit touchy with one another, but some cross-flirtation is normal between couple-friends, right? We're human.
The following night, Kim instructed Joe to take me out for a "few" drinks. Looking back, clearly, she was itching to spend some alone time with my wife.
A little bro-time never hurts so we headed off into the more populated strip of bars and proceeded to get sh*tfaced.
Joe slammed back a shot and blurted out, "Do you want to see a picture?" His phone slid across the table and I found myself staring at a rather naked woman in (ahem) a somewhat compromising position.
He took the phone back and proceeded to tell me there was more where that came from, and that his wife thought I was really hot. The rules of man code immediately went racing through my drunken head.
How do I respond to this? Is he crossing a line with me? Did I just cross a line with him seeing this picture?
To be honest, my curiosity was drunkenly piqued. So, I asked him what he was getting at. He continued to press that his wife was into me and that he thought my wife was very beautiful.
"The rules of man code immediately went racing through my drunken head."
Then he laid it all out, explaining that the reason they asked us to come on vacation was to sleep with us.
I quickly told him I needed a drink and went to the men's room to call my wife. Apparently, the hangover from the night before had stopped her from drinking much at the hotel, and it seemed like Kim didn't make her aware of the situation.
She heard my frantic tone and asked if I was OK. In that moment, I weighed telling her Joe's true intentions against letting this play out; we still had another two days to go on the trip. Things could get all sorts of weird.
"I'm fine honey. Yep, be home in a bit."
I took a moment to stare into the bathroom mirror and go over my options.
I could either take this gentleman up on his offer and dive headfirst into the swinger's world (with my wife's approval, of course) or I could excuse myself politely and leave the situation in a way that didn't cause a rift.
Option three lurked as well: Grab my lady, head to the airport, and get out of dodge.
In my drunken state I shook my head and said, "Oh, I didn't realize that you guys were swingers. I'm flattered by the offer, but my wife and I aren't into that."
I saw his face drop. Did the two of us give off the wrong signals? I'm a flirt, yes, but I don't think I give off the aura of Swinger For Hire.
The rest of that night went downhill very quickly, as did the rest of the trip. He proceeded to order shot after shot and get blackout drunk, leaving me to carry a guy who had at least 50 pounds on me back to the hotel room. Once there, he worshipped the porcelain throne whilst simultaneously explaining to his girlfriend (loudly) that he'd failed to convince me.
"I'm a flirt, yes, but I don't think I give off the aura of Swinger For Hire."
We ended up sticking it out, and a day and half later we all flew back. We didn't see much of each other after that.
Honestly, I liked them both and wish things had gone differently, but there are a few lessons I hope they learned from this trip.
But what do I know? Maybe it's worked for them before. I'll never judge a book by its cover again, that's for sure.

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When I first set out to write about swinging for an article about the lifestyle, the last thing I expected was to find myself nodding when a slim, curly-haired brunette asks if she may take off my panties. It’s a windy Friday night and I’m in a cozy, apartment-style swing club in Midtown Manhattan, my short, cherry-red dress folded down to my waist — all in the name of research, of course. The bartender, a curvy blonde, leans over to kiss me. My favorite black bra is on the floor. Still, I’m out-clothed only by the three men seated in chairs lined up against the walls of the tiny room, barely large enough to fit us all. Just an hour earlier, it was the smoking room, outfitted with an ashtray collecting cigarette butts next to a small television playing an ABC “20/20″ special on sexual offenders. The men, all uniformly dressed in slacks and button-downs, are quiet and make no attempts to join the three of us. It’s only when we’re interrupted by the swing club owner—”five minutes to closing,” he warns—that I notice a fourth man in the room, optimistically wearing only a condom on his penis, now half-heartedly erect.
Anywhere from 30 to 250 people, both singles and couples, can be found at swing clubs on any given night. I’m here on “Women Who Love C**k Night,” the one night a week that the club allows single, uncoupled men to attend.
One must be either penis-friendly or very assertive on such nights. Prior to finding myself entangled with these two women in front of a group of onlookers, I had spent most of my swinging evening as a broken record, repeating “thank you, no,” and “I’m just watching tonight” on a loop.
“Let me go down on you,” a tall, dark-haired single man in his 40s had pressed. “You won’t regret it.” I politely declined his advances, and his persistence annoyed me. I felt like a juicy rotisserie chicken in stilettos, spinning in a butcher-shop window: If I leaned too far into the playroom (a cozy bedroom equipped with two beds and a small cushioned viewing bench), strange male hands attached themselves to my body. Squeezed between two men in the foyer, just outside the small room where a couple sensually undressed each other, I felt a large hand on the small of my back. A different hand, belonging to the generous cunnilingus benefactor, rubbed my shoulders. I began to understand why most clubs only have one night a week, if any at all, that permit single men.
I started excusing myself to refill my drink, ducking through the crowd of men in various states of undress, to chat up the bartender. Our conversation got more flirtatious each time I returned. I wasn’t even aware I knew how to flirt with women—I’ve never had so much as a drunken girl-on-girl make-out session for the viewing pleasure of beer-guzzling frat guys. When I made my final journey to the bar, she was gone, and I followed the slack-jawed stares of the men in the room like breadcrumbs along the underground sex railroad. They lead me to the smoking room, where my new friend had made a new, now naked, friend of her own. When they spied me peeking from the doorway, they motioned me over to join them, waving me into the room like they were inviting me for tea. And just like that, I went from zero to threesome.
Forty minutes later, after gathering my undergarments and dictating my phone number to the brunette—she stores it under “NYC Swingers” in her contacts list—I make my way home.
I have yet to swing again, but if I do, I can probably get a group discount. Most of my friends have requested that I take them on a field trip to a swing club … just to watch, of course. Though, I’ll probably have to find a new partner once I’m there — I’m still waiting for the brunette to call.
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GENEVIEVE and her husband aren’t into anything too “out there”, so they were surprised to find themselves at a swingers night in Sydney. Here’s what happened.
I’M NOT an exhibitionist. And while I enjoy sex, I’m not into anything out there or over-the-top.
Which is why I was surprised to find myself, a few weeks ago, having sex with my husband while a group of strangers watched.
Out on a dinner date a few weeks ago, my partner and I were cruising around the streets with a post-meal ice cream when we came across Sydney’s Couples Club .
Curious, we googled it when we got home to see what that discreet unmarked door was hiding.
Turns out, it’s a sex club and its monthly First Time Friday night was coming up. On a whim, we decided to check it out.
It felt like less pressure to visit during a time when we wouldn’t be the only ones who had never done anything like this before.
We didn’t necessarily go with the intention of swinging, swapping partners or even “playing” (as the site described) with others — we were just curious and keen to explore something sexually new.
We love visiting strip clubs together (who doesn’t love a gorgeous woman dancing around?) so we knew we’d be comfortable with nudity, but laid out a few ground rules before we went.
For us, we decided if we felt like it, we would be game to have sex in front of others. We weren’t up for letting others join in though, and agreed if it was something either of us wanted to do in the moment, we could talk about it afterwards and go back for another visit to possibly pursue.
The Friday finally rolled around, and I had a glass of wine while getting ready for the evening.
I put on a new set of Agent Provocateur lingerie and sent a selfie to my BFF (who is a psychologist and was also super curious to hear about our experience) before we grabbed a bottle of champagne and hopped in an Uber — the club is BYOB, but there’s a bar you bring your alcohol to so a bartender can serve it to you.
As soon as we arrived, we were buzzing. After climbing three flights of red carpeted stairs, were reached the entrance where we were told the house rules: simply approach others you’re interested in, but if they put up a palm, it signals “no”, and vice versa.
Other than that, the jacuzzi, outdoor terrace and play room were our proverbial oyster.
We headed to the bar to have a glass or two of champagne first and take in the scene. Several screens showed various porn movies , there was a stripper pole in the middle of the room, and the bartender was in fishnets and underwear.
Several other couples were hanging around the bar, and within moments, a woman was bent over and being spanked. It was more humorous than sexy, and everyone seemed to be trying really hard to look natural and comfortable.
As we finished our drinks, a dancer entered and cleared the room to perform a striptease on the pole.
An older man loudly whooped and yelled throughout the entire performance, but it wasn’t anything crazy and we decided we wanted to go downstairs to see more.
Several open yet separate rooms had various beds and couches scattered about, and most were occupied with couples having sex or several people tangled up in each other.
Props like whips and paddles decorated the rooms, and there were attachments against some walls to tie someone up with.
My partner and I saw a small, empty room containing one small bed and looked at each other and shrugged. “Why the hell not?” we thought.
I jumped on top, and during the time were we in there, a steady stream of people approached to try and join or just watch.
For me, I wasn’t particularly turned on by that, but wasn’t bothered either as obviously it came with the territory.
After we got dressed and left, we agreed we were glad we went (and came), but did it more for a good story than it being something either of us were really into.
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My husband wanted a wife swap. I almost slapped him when he asked me first. I came from a conservative family. We don't even think of such stuff. But, he was so adamant for years.

I couldn't believe the same argument went for three years. One fine day I shouted at him and asked 'What is that he wanted from me in his life?'

He came forward, held my face gently, 'Honey, this is my fantasy from childhood. Please, understand at least when I am persistent from years. It's not like you will have sex with some random guy. There is a very good friend of mine and we can trust him, he is very safe in case if you have issues with having a stranger.'

I couldn't believe he told me about this guy. I broke down, 'Why are you doing this to me?' I asked.

He consoled me and literally begged me how badly he had this fantasy from childhood. I understood I don't have any choice to continue this marriage so I nodded painfully.

That weekend in our house the couple came to our house. After small talk of what to do and what not, his friend took me to our bedroom. His wife and my husband went to another bedroom.

He asked me to undress immediately. He wanted to see me naked so badly. I've decided what ever happens I would let this night go by. I undressed. He leered at me like an animal. Then he took me to the bed and things went on. He kissed me, licked me, sucked me. His tongue wandered my whole body much to my humiliation. I could have sex but he was humiliating me with his licking my every inch of body. I was freezed when he pulled my hands up and licked my armpits. He took his time patiently not in any hurry as if the chance wouldn't come again. When he finally entered me missionary position it was hell. I fought back pain and tears. His cock was big, much bigger than what I got used to. I just laid there as he entered me in and out for twenty minutes. When he reached his climax he asked if I could take it in my mouth. I said no firmly. i haven't even done that with my husband. He said he could finish it earlier if I could do so otherwise the sex would go for another half an hour. After all this I had to go through a blackmail? he clearly knew I didn't like the sex and now he is cashing on it.

I couldn't believe my life when he pushed his cock into my mouth.I feel like throwing up. It stinks. I took it out and
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