The most common alternative term for swinging is “wife swapping.” Not “husband swapping,” “spouse swapping,” or “partner swapping.” “Wife swapping.” This term says four things to me.
Deprive a “swingle” of his expected playtime and he shall return for more. At least, that seemed to be the case this week.
Apparently, October is Cuddle Month; it has been for me, anyway. SwingBot and I have spent more weekends cuddling together on the couch this month than we typically do in a season, and last night turned into one more cuddle session.
Though my interest in sex is not waning, my ideas seem to be lately. Despite a brief bout of creative thinking last week, I seem to be horny but sexually uninspired lately. My masturbation sessions feel formulaic, and I am unsure when I last instigated a fresh activity in play, whether in twos or threes. Rather than imaginative, I seem to currently be highly susceptible to suggestion.
One question that SwingBot and I never had as we started to explore the swinging lifestyle is “Do we have to have sex with others when we do not want?” Why would anyone voluntarily going into an adult hobby even think that s/he would be required to do a sex act that s/he does not want to do? However, I keep running into such questions on a sex forum from those who, like us, are just starting.
BG came over for our eleventh play date (I wonder how many until I stop counting) and I had a good time, but my mind is not interested in reminiscing. That is no complaint about the evening, which I enjoyed. Just… my mind seems to be driven more by creativity than by memory today. I am not sure whether this is a statement of my growing familiarity and comfort with the threesomes, due to a fluctuation in my hormones, or both.
This blog has primarily focused on the new sexual experiences that we get from exploring swinging. Though SwingBot and I obviously have sex just between the two of us, I have not celebrated it here very often. I mention this because, when I told SwingBot that I planned to write about our weekend, he commented, “You don’t blog about sex with just us; people are going to think that we only ever have threesome sex.” So, here is the disclaimer: Yes, we two have sex that I do not document here.
I think that the tenth play date confirmed it; I am an addict.
SwingBot is the M half of this duet, who occasionally contributes inane guest-posts to this blog.
Ever get someone to grab you a cheeseburger on their way to your place?
Ever eat a cheeseburger someone brought you while you watch them fuck your wife?
I rely upon these threesome play dates too much. My body truly trembled slightly in anticipation — not nerves, but excitement — this Sunday night and Monday night. This week is not the first time that I have trembled while anticipating a play date, either. Am I becoming an addict?