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It has been a while since we posted so this is gonna be a little long. 2 weeks ago we were invited to a party where it appeared that there were going to be more single bi women (unicorns). Mrs fun was a little reserved. One day well maybe, then we can't because of this or that. No big problem, I'm not a pusher . Of course, me being a guy I'm thinking (omg ). So the day of Mrs. fun is ready, willing and already has decided what to wear, we were going We get a message that the party has been postponed till the next weekend because not enough people sent rsvps. So now 15 people send rsvps and we are really looking forward to going. My only reservations are it is mothers day weekend. Mrs.fun has no problem with this because she has made plans for our kids to stop by for an evening cookout the next evening. HERE IS WHERE THE PROBLEM BEGINS. We planned on meeting a couple for a drink to maybe become possible playmates, they were in a hurry that day and so were we so we met halfway to the party at a convenient place, made small talk and had a drink, and we went our separate ways thinking we were all compatible. Except we couldn't invite them to the party without the owner's permission. So off we go, we get to the party and one half of the hosts shows Mrs fun to our reserved room to put our overnight bag away while I go to the kitchen to put our drinks away in the frig and make us a drink. We make small talk, play a game of pool or two, and mingle a little. I felt a little buzzed, then it hits: BLACK OUT, very vague memories. Mrs. fun was in the hot tub with a single guy that we (both think the world of) and I can remember while she is having what I think is a good time I leaned over and kissed her and said "I love you" to her. She can remember to that point that she went to our room and crashed out, that's the end of her recollection till morning. I have one memory of a girl tugging on my ponytail in a good way but that's it. We wake the next morning in our room together and I'm really not feeling good at all. Mrs fun says shes gonna shower and I go down for some coffee. We make small talk with the owners and ask if we can take a couple pics before we leave and they said sure, so I snapped a couple of Mrs fun and the dance floor (no members) and off we go feeling like we're a little hung over. On the way home our talk was mainly about we can't remember a thing, EITHER of us, and the drive is very long. We get home and Mrs.fun passes out in a way that off to the hospital I go. (We live close) Doctors tell us that we have rohyfnol (aka rooffies) in our systems and I shouldn't even be able to stand as much as I had in me and want to know if they should call the police.(well NO) We have to have our son come pick us up. What a thing on Mothers Day. It has been a week now and we have talked a lot about this. My problem is I have always tried to be the guard in this lifestyle and I somehow failed. We have been through every emotion this week except anger at each other. Now here's another strange thing, we have spoke to no one about this. We tried to contact the owners of the group\club when we got home and we were BANNED from the group, no mail, no nothing. Wouldn't ya think they would have at least been concerned about our well-being? When I asked to take a pic or 2 wouldn't ya think they would have said no? And then to be banned by the time we got home? This has been a rough week, it is time to pull our heads out of the sand!
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Last night I went to my first swinging gathering.. I found it online and I did go alone but I told my guy where I was going and my roommate was aware I'd be at a 'party'. I had three drinks.. I poured the first two myself and did really light pours of rum (less than an ounce) and was sober. When a bunch of girls started dancing and I sat there watching a guy came over to me and said he'd get me another drink. I felt like because it was a relatively small gathering that I was safe and let him.. he returned, I drank it. I blacked out almost instantly after drinking that drink. I have vague snippets of the night that I can recall but mostly I remember a guy trying to have sex with me and feeling like I couldn't move and freaking out. I ran to the bathroom and began to cry and the guy that made my drink followed me and started literally yelling at me- it's still fuzzy but he said I 'drank too much' and was 'too wasted' and 'ruining the party' and have to go now. Everything else is a blur and when I got home, my roommate was alarmed and took me to the hospital. I tested positive for rohypnol and today I feel like I've been ran over with a mack truck. This is 100 times worse than any hangover I've had and my emotions are still all messy and confused. Is it dumb that I feel ashamed and embarassed? He was going on about how wasted I was but I only had three drinks. It was my first time and I just don't get why he had to do that.. I feel angry and confused. Honestly, my advice to people starting out is unless you REALLY know the people, drink water and keep your drink in hand at all times. I know it's cliche and said over and over again but it's for good reason. Having this happen is terrifying, so be safe.
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My wife and I took a vacation last weekend for our one year anniversary. We stayed in an awesome hotel that has a reputation for swingers. My wife had told me a few weeks ago that she wanted to give me another woman for our anniversary. We had met up with some friends for drinks before dinner. While we were sitting at the bar a couple started talking to my wife. After an hour of talking to them my wife invited them to have dinner with us. During dinner, it came up that my wife wanted to be with a woman that night for me. The woman that we were having dinner with loved the idea. The guy was a little too eager. This is where it turned bad. About every 10 minutes they would say “let’s just take these drinks upstairs”. I started to get very uncomfortable. I did not want the guy to be anywhere near mainly because he was not attractive and was starting to get a little creepy. Just before dinner ended, they motioned for one of their friends to join us. This guy was even sleazier than the first. Soon it turned into a bad used car routine trying to get us upstairs. The second shady guy asked if we wanted to get some air on the balcony. My wife said yes and I did not want her to go alone. While we were outside I just got a really bad vibe. We came right back in to see the woman mixing our wine glasses up. I grabbed wife and walked upstairs to our room.
