The diary of a swinger, from the beginning...

So, we went right on out and did it! Yup. No longer are we virgins, no longer "thinking" about swinging. Since last I blogged, much soul-searching and exploration has occurred. Some of the "naughtiest" things have transpired. And I must speak for us both here, we like it. And our boundaries are not such as we thought they were.

So here's a quick run-down of where we are in our lifestyle escapades...the good, the bad, and the fabulous.

In an earlier blog, I wrote about our decision to test out the waters of "swing town". I also detailed our first foray into the jungle of naked, writhing bodies, watching, searching, being watched and enjoying the fire of the atmosphere, without really getting involved with anyone else personally.

Between then and now, I read several very well-written entries on choosing and setting boundaries. Which we did, before we set out for our first meeting with another couple. We kept them simple, not really knowing what to expect.

Before we had a chance to test them out, I learned the hard way that I was going to have to work very hard at staying within my boundaries and those of my husband. This revelation happened as a result of a make-out session with a girlfriend of ours...someone who has been a friend for years and is in a committed relationship with a man who is very supportive, but very ignorant, of this lifestyle. So, we pulled back and said it wouldn't happen again until the two had a chance to discuss and decide. We left the ball in their court. Little did I know how much I would like the feeling of a girl's lips (the right girl, anyway). And it turned out to be harder than I'd imagined to avoid a repeat experiment. She seemed to be very into the girl/girl aspect. But, since this really wasn't the point of my husband's and my interest in the lifestyle, it still seemed wrong. She didn't seem open to all four of us getting involved. And, while an open conversation with everyone involved seemed the most adult thing to do, it also seemed very difficult given the social dynamics of our friendship. So, for now...that one is on hold.

In hopes to find less drama elsewhere, we agreed to meet up with a couple we have been emailing for months. We finally found a good time for all of us to meet up, a halfway point, and a sitter (it's like the planets aligned and the sky turned polka dot).

We met, we talked, we drank, we ate...we went back to the hotel...and I felt like an awkward teenage girl getting ready for her first time...I had no idea what to do with myself, my hands, my clothes. Thankfully, after a bit of fumbling, everyone's fingers and hands and lips seemed to find their natural places. I learned my new favorite place to be is between two men, a cock in each hand, a mouth on each breast, and another between my thighs.

We walked away feeling pretty good about the whole thing. Not only were we assured of our interest in the lifestyle, but I was happy to see that the jealousy I was worried I would feel never appeared. We felt close and happy after the other couple walked out the door. And in the morning over breakfast, it wasn't weird or stilted.

So, now, it's on to the next experience. We are having a couple over for dinner tomorrow. Guess we'll see where it goes. For now, we are happy to say that we have entered the building. We haven't full-swapped yet. That's yet to come. But at least now, we know we could happily and easily go there. Let's just say we are so sure we bought condoms for our date. How crazy is this? Well, of course none of you think it's crazy, but 10 years ago if you asked me if I'd every thought about swinging, first I would have asked you what it was and then I would have given you a look of complete and utter horror followed by a "good god, no!". Here's to "Oh, god, yes!"