It Was A Dark and Stormy Night (Group Post)

I pull her close to me, hugging her front behind.  Just at the edge of my peripheral vision, I see Veronica and Rob.  But Callie, pretty, sexy, flirtatious Callie has my attention.

We’re all in the living room, with its wall of windows looking out over the mountains.  The lights are off and the only illumination comes from the occasional bolt of lightning, capturing a snapshot of our movements.  I run my hands over Callie’s curves as I nibble her ear and whisper sweet nothings.  Feeling the string of her panties along her hips, running my hands up, cupping her large breasts, gazing over her shoulder, looking down the plunging neckline of her red dress.  My hard cock pressing against her ass.  We look over at Veronica and Rob…

Why don’t you go help Veronica out and make Rob’s day?

Are you sure? What will you do?

I’ll be fine watching.  Don’t worry about me!

Callie joins Veronica on her knees in front of Rob, taking turns sucking his cock and playing with his balls, kissing each other, sharing his cock in their mouths.  Veronica reaches out and slids a hand inside Callie’s dress, rubbing a nipple through her bra.

You’re wearing entirely too much, Veronica says.

So are you, replies Callie.

Another crack of lightning, another flash of movement as they pull each others dresses off, leaving each of them in their bras and g-strings.  Veronica opens Callie’s bra, freeing her breasts and drawing a nipple into her mouth, bringing it fully erect.

I think I’ll just watch too, Rob declares.

He and I sit back and watch the ladies explore, Veronica’s experienced hands and mouth on Callie’s silky smooth pussy, her head tossed back, chest heaving.

Oh my God, I never knew a woman’s mouth could feel so much different on me.  Can I try?

Of course, Veronica replies, I’d be happy to be your first

They roll over and Callie moves in, tentatively running her tongue up and down Veronica’s wet slit.  I move alongside Veronica and watch, Rob from the other side, enjoying the view while Callie gets her first taste of a woman.  She’s still a little tentative, so I join her between Veronica’s thighs.

Here, mind if I give a little demonstration?

I run my tongue along Veronica’s pussy, pushing against her lips with my tongue, drawing her clit into my mouth.  Moving back, gently blowing on her damp pussy, the cooling causing a shiver to run through her.

Your turn again.  Just do to her like you’d like done to you.

As Callie returns to Veronica’s pussy, I move behind her and lay down between her thighs.  Pushing her g-string to the side, I flick my tongue across her engorged clit as she continues with Veronica.  Rob takes a cue from Veronica and soon finds his cock back in her mouth.  We form a human daisy chain, my mouth on Callie’s pussy, her mouth on Veronica’s pussy, Rob’s cock in Veronica’s mouth.

The storm is moving closer, mimicing the building orgasms.

Another bolt of lightning, the crack of thunder right behind it.  The storm is on top of us.

But we no longer notice it, we’re a tangle of flesh, welcoming our friends to the lifestyle.

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This is purely a work of fiction, but also of unfulfilled fantasy.  A blogger friend inspired this story, the same friend who wrote this question for our Swing Shift column.  It’s just too bad that we’re in different time zones.

This is my contribution to the monthly group post organized by the lovely Kimberly aka The Errant Wife.  Each month the participating bloggers are given just one snippet and we each develop it as we see fit.  “It was a dark and story night” was suggested by none other than my fantastic wife, Veronica.  Visit Kimberly’s blog for a complete list of the participating bloggers and of course let her know if you’d like to play along next time!

Swing Shift Volume 11- The Grammar Police

My friend Dharma e-mailed me a few weeks ago:

This isn’t really a question, but I thought it might be a topic you could cover on Swing Shift because it seems like your readers are a relatively intelligent group of folks.

We’re all writers, right?  I mean, we blog out of a desire to write, so it stands to reason that we pay attention to things like spelling and grammar, etc. I am finding this to be a problem for me when I’m perusing profiles on the swinging websites. An errant comma or randomly misspelled word or typo doesn’t turn me off, but profiles overflowing with lazy language, disregard for punctuation, capitalization, etc. just simply turn me off.

I know I’m too critical for my own good, and I know I’m not perfect. AND I know there are plenty of perfectly intelligent, appealing people out there who aren’t the World’s Greatest Spellers/Writers, and no one came by my house and appointed me the Grammar Police. But still, first impressions are everything, right? Never mind the one-liner, ALL CAPS, “let’s get it on” emails that show up in our inbox…I have no problem skipping right past those. But I’m having a problem turning off the editor in me and putting down my red pen when I’m perusing profiles.

What’s a Grammar Nazi to do?

Thanks muchly, (see? is that even a word?)

We’ve gotten messages exactly like you’re talking about and can sympathize.  Now I don’t think we’re actually the grammar police, because as anyone who has ever chatted with me online can attest, my spelling and grammar can be pretty tortured…  (Veronica: Heck, I have typos and grammatical issues all the time, but for me it’s mostly that I rush in writing my posts so I get posts up at all.)

We see our profile as how we present ourselves to the swinger community and take care to show ourselves in a flattering light.  Not just our pictures, but in what we write.  (Veronica:  I see our profile as mini commercial for us.  It should capture the attention, but leave you wanting to know more about us.)

Now do you think this couple took the same care when they wrote their profile?

This is a couple I found on a search for poorly written profiles, and it only took me about 10 minutes to find this gem.  Take a moment and actually read some of that profile.  But you know what?  The tortured English by itself is not enough for us to blow them off should they contact us.  Yes, it’s pretty bad, but if they’re attractive AND have a well-written e-mail to us, we’ll give them a chance.

Case in point, long-time readers might remember Max and Irma from last winter.  Veronica and I had a 3some with her once while he was away and on another occasion we swapped with them.  The grammar in their profile was terrible and chatting online with them could be tortuous, but as soon as we learned that they were not native English speakers, we were VERY forgiving.  (Veronica:  Especially since they were hot and she was fun with some awesome and tasty boobs).

More annoying than the poorly written profile is the empty profile.  Take a look at this one:

At least the couple I use for the first example tells us something about them, even if it’s hard to read.  What have we really learned from this second couple from their profile?  Could their answers be any more generic?  This is the type of profile that we quickly skip over.

(Veronica:  Once again think mini commercial.  It’s one thing to leave the people wanting more.  It’s another thing to have the reader go ‘WTF?’   I am not expecting literature from profiles, but I do want to read it and be able to understand a little bit about who you are and what you want.  If I can’t determine these things, then how can I tell if you might be compatible with us?  And at the risk of sounding snotty, Hubman and I are intelligent people.  We consider good conversation to be stimulating.  We consider intelligence to be sexy.  If your profile makes you sound illiterate then we are not going to be intrigued.)

To return to Dharma’s point, if a well-crafted and -written profile is of paramount importance, by all means look for that.  It’s not for us, though it is something that could be a turn-off.  What is important to us? Pictures. Remember, we view swinging as sport-fucking and we’re shallow, we only want to fuck other good looking people (presuming, of course, that you think we’re good looking…) so we ONLY search for or reply to couples who have pictures on their profile.

Thanks for the question Dharma!

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With this post, I’ve used up the back-log of questions.  As always, if you have a question, please feel free to comment here or if you’d rather remain anonymous to my readers, e-mail me at hubman38 at gmail dot com.

Anyone wanna come over and play with us?

Ignorance in the Lifestyle

This post has nothing to do with the date Veronica and I had last night.  We had a very nice time with the couple, there is certainly chemistry between us, and we all talked about making plans to meet again sometime soon, in a more intimate setting

On Swappernet there are some discussion boards that I occasionally browse and it was on one of these that I came across the following question:

This is a question for the couples here both married and those who play as a couple.

If your spouse/gf/bf got invited to take a weekend (or longer) trip (mini-vacation) for a one on one… would you allow them to do it?

If you already have… what is the longest period of time that you ok’d it?

Some people made some good comments, stating why it’s not for them or that they have tried it in select situations and would consider doing so again.  But then there were some really ignorant responses:

that involves all kinds of emotions, and dangerous and can result in a lot of problems that will not be able to be resolved ,lost of friends is not a good thing or stress on both cples realtionship

The old fashioned term for a man who agrees to have his wife carry on an independent liasson with another man is called “cuckhold”. In our opinion this could not work long term for any married couple or any couple in a COMMITTED LONG TERM RELATIONSHIP!!!

No here for us also.. To each his own, we just don’t subscribe to that type of activity. We have met some friends who did “dabble” that way. All 3 couples are divorced now.

These comments all come from people who are active swingers, sharing their partners with others.  Yet they all displayed the same bias towards an alternative lifestyle choice, a bias that frankly surprised me.

I think about Sexie Sadie and her open marriage.  I’m the first to admit that I have no interest in going out on a date or to see a lover while Veronica stays home to watch the kids.  Why would I do that?  [Never mind my playing with others while I'm traveling.  I'm traveling and am away from home anyway, so Veronica and I look at that differently.]  But I recognize that such an arrangement can work quite well for others, such as Sadie and her husband.

I think about Bdenied and his wife.  I have no interest in being locked out of the bedroom while Veronica fucks another man.  But that arrangement works for Bdenied and his wife.  Who am I to judge?

And that’s what bugged me the most about this discussion thread, the ignornance of other forms of open relationships.  I bet these people would get defensive if someone declared that swinging relationships are doomed to failure, yet here they are, doing the same thing to others.

Oh well.  Life goes on…

Take Pride in Your Beer

My fellow Hot Dad Tent Camper wrote a post extolling the virtues of Samuel Adams Boston Lager and inspired this post.

Anyone who knows me knows that I enjoy relaxing with a good beer.  And I’m a beer snob, too.  None of that American pilsner crap for me!  Wachusett Nut Brown Ale. Pete’s Wicked Ale.

The astute reader might recognize the title of this post as a marketing slogan of The Boston Beer Co, maker of Samuel Adams Boston Lager.  15 years ago, I had a chance meeting with Jim Koch, the founder of Samuel Adams, and this is that story.

At the time I was a graduate student, working as a fitness instructor and personal trainer at an athletic club, which was right across the street from a local FM rock radio station.  Numerous station employees were members of the athletic club and I knew some of them pretty well, including the sports guy from the morning show.

Each year, the station runs a food drive called “Lend a helping can” the week of Thanksgiving.  From that Monday-Wednesday the entire morning show team lives in an RV in the parking lot of a local supermarket and collects donations which they then distribute to food pantries, homeless shelters, etc.  The Boston Beer Co got involved by donating the use of one of their 48 ft. truck trailers to collect all of the donations in.

One morning that week [I think it was 1994, could have been 1995] I decided to stop by, donate a few cans and say hi to my friend the morning sports guy.  Little did I know that I was stopping by at the same time that Jim Koch was making a live promotional appearance!

I park my car and walk up to where the RV and remote broadcast truck are parked and see my friend and some of the other morning show guys chatting with another man.  Who has a beer in his hand, at 7:30 in the morning!  My friend breaks away from the group and comes over to say hi to me.  I ask who the early morning drinker is and he says “Oh, you don’t recognize him? That’s Jim Koch!”

Jim’s a friendly guy, saying hi to people dropping off canned goods and making small talk.  My friend introduces me to him and we spend a few minutes chatting.  I wish I could remember what we talked about or relay some funny anecdote about the meeting, but my memory is failing me!

All I know is I got to meet the man behind my favorite beer, and he was a genuinely nice guy.

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Busy weekend ahead of us!  Among other things Veronica and I have a first date with a couple on Saturday night.  She bought some new lingerie for the occasion and I can’t wait to see it on her.  Maybe I’ll even take a picture of her in it and at least put it on Twitter.  It pays to be a follower sometimes

Have a great weekend!

Positions

I really do love our blogger friends, especially when they have a positive effect on our sex life.  Allow me to explain.

A week or so ago a certain friend sent me a picture.  Of her riding her husband’s big cock.  While he was in her ass.  It was really freakin’ hot.

Now it’s no secret at all that Veronica and I have anal sex on a pretty regular basis.  But it’s always either her on her knees or on her back.  I’ve told her on several occasions that I’d like to try having her ride me.  So I showed her the picture from our friend and asked “What do you think about trying that?”

Oh yeah, I’d like to give that a try!

Music to my ears!

We start off as we usually do before I enter her ass, taking her doggy style then working some lube around her ass.  I pause to lube my cock, then push into her ass, feeling her quickly yield to my entire length.  After a few minutes, feeling that she is good and relaxed, I grab her hips, pull her close to me then in one smooth motion [if I may say so myself!] we roll over, leaving her sitting on my cock and facing away from me.  She plants her feet and rides me for a minute like that, then I encourage her to spin around and face me.

Once she [carefully!] does that, I sit up and she wraps her legs around my waist.  I move us so that I’m sitting on the edge of the bed.  We’re face to face, chest to chest, my cock completely buried in her ass.  We grind against each other, enjoying the newfound sensations this position offers.

But my little anal slut wants her ass pounded and who am I to argue with her?

Back onto her knees again and I re-enter her.

Oh my God, keep fucking my ass like that and I’m gonna cum!

While she really does enjoy anal sex, it’s very rare for her to cum during it.  Even when there is a bullet vibe buzzing away in her pussy.  Ooops, forgot to mention that, didn’t I?

She cums, followed soon after by my own orgasm, deep in her ass.

But dammit, I forgot about the video camera!  All this time it and the tripod were sitting on my dresser.  You see, I promised our blogger friend that I would repay the favor and show her what she inspired.

I know you’re reading this, my naughty blogger friend.  Nice time, I promise

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On a completely unrelated note, Veronica and I were completely blown away by the number of bloggers who participated in her “flawed HNT” idea, by the number of visitors to our blogs, and by the number and depth of the comments.  This truly is a community.

Even more than blogger friends who send me their anal sex pictures, it’s days like yesterday that make me happy to be part of this little corner of the blogosphere.

Thank you all.

HNT Least Favorite Part of Me Edition

I know we’ve been talking on the blogosphere about this being a “flawed” theme this week, but I don’t like the idea of flaws.  Imperfections is marginally better but still doesn’t work for me, so I’m going with my least favorite part.

My mid-section.  My belly.  My gut.  The fuel tank for a love machine

No cropping, no Photoshop tricks, no trying to find the most flattering angle.  Just me spilling over my 34″ waist jeans

In general, I’m pretty damn happy with my body.  My 40th birthday is staring me in the face, a matter of months away, yet I’m as fit now as I was when I was 25.  But some days, all I see is that goddamn belly.  And it bothers the hell out of me, because I can get rid of it…

This picture is less than a year old, taken in late September of last year for an HNT on my old blog.  I even remember the title: HNT Shrinkage Edition, in which I talked about losing 20 or so lbs in the previous 6 months.  The picture was taken when I pulled on a pair of 36″ waist jeans, which practically fell off me.  Now I’m back to wearing those every day again, since I’ve put 12 lbs back on and as the top picture shows, 34″ waist jeans don’t look so hot on me.

My belly is my daily reminder of my lack of self-discipline to maintain the weight I LOVED being at.

Next week, my mostest favoritist body part.  Any guesses?  Or suggestions?

Visit Veronica to see her least favorite body part and visit Osbasso to see who else is getting half-nekkid this week.  Veronica hopes to have a list of those who are also sharing their flaws this week.  Don’t forget about The Other HNT for NSFW nekkidness!

Embracing Our Flaws

Last week Veronica wrote a commentary about a controversial, to some people, picture in Glamour magazine in which a gorgeous model showed her belly.  Then in last weeks HNT she said that she’s going to skip her Housework series this week to focus on a body part that she considers “flawed” in some way and invited others to do so as well.

I’m going to do this with her.

Are you?

Veronica plans on including a list of links to those who are embracing their imperfections for HNT this week.  If you are joining us and would like to be included, please leave a comment here, email me (hubman38 at gmail dot com) or her (veronica.ten at gmail dot com) before 11pm eastern.

And I’d like to propose a follow-up theme for next week.

After we embrace our flaws, real or perceived, this week, I think we should shamelessly flaunt that body part we just love and wouldn’t want to change for anything.

What do you think?

Now I have to go take my pictures for this week, which will be scheduled to auto-post at midnight eastern.

Enjoy The Ride!

George Carlin on Aging

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we’re kids? If you’re less than 10 years old, you’re so excited about aging that you think in fractions.

‘How old are you?’ ‘I’m four and a half!’ You’re never thirty-six and a half. You’re four and a half, going on five! That’s the key.

You get into your teens, now they can’t hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.

‘How old are you?’ ‘I’m gonna be 16!’ You could be 13, but hey, you’re gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life! You become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony. YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!

But then you turn 30. Ooooh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There’s no fun now, you’re Just a sour-dumpling. What’s wrong? What’s changed?

You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you’re PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it’s all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn’t think you would!

So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.

You’ve built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it’s a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!

You get into your 80′s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn’t end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; ‘I Was JUST92.’

Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. ‘I’m 100 and a half!’
May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

HOW TO STAY YOUNG
1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay ‘them.’

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever, even ham radio.. Never let the brain idle. ‘An idle mind is the devil’s workshop.’ And the devil’s name is Alzheimer’s.

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love , whether it’s family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9. Don’t take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

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Speaking of taking my breath away…

Happy Hump Day!!!

TMI Tuesday #203

Don’t forget to visit Tits for Troops today!  There are a few new contributors along with the usual boobs and moobs, including Veronica and I!

Right to the questions this week….

1) If you were to only live until the age of 50, how would you live your life differently?

I would definitely try to travel more and take the kids with us.  I would probably look for a new employer, since my present one requires a bit of travel and even some extended (several months) trips away from the family, and that time away would not be acceptable.  But otherwise, I don’t know what I’d do differently.

2) Are you settling in your job/career?

Settling as in compromising? Not in the least, I love what I do and am very happy with my career choices so far.

3) Are you settling with your significant other?

Yeah, I really settled with Veronica, I could have done so much better in choosing a spouse, but it just seemed like so much work and I already had her pretty well trained, so I figured I might as well marry her.

*dodging flying objects aimed at my head*

Are you kidding me? Veronica is perfect and I’m the luckiest guy in the world, being married to her.

4) How important is your family?

Nothing is more important than family.

5) If you caught a neighbor peeping in at you while you were naked or having sex, would you close the blinds? (assuming you live in a city and can see into other buildings).

Okay, did someone see Veronica and I setting up my HNT pictures for this week last night?  There is a peeping Tom theme…

I think I’d be creeped out by the neighbors.  Out one bedroom window is a 70-something grumpy old man and his wife, out the other window are 3 teenage girls.  Now if we’re in a hotel room, that’s another story and we’re leaving the blinds open on purpose.  You might find me perched on the window sill.  And we might even fuck right in front of the window.

From our trip to Seattle….

Swing Shift Volume 10- Getting Started in the Lifestyle

A reader who wishes to remain anonymous emailed me last week with some questions about getting started in the lifestyle.  As always, I asked if it would be okay for me to reprint her e-mail message here and she was okay with that.

I noticed in your blog that you mentioned that you don’t mind answering questions about swinging. So, I’m hoping you (and Veronica) might want to offer a bit of advice about getting started?

My husband and I have been talking pretty seriously about exploring the possibilities of playing with another woman or another couple. (He’d prefer, at this point, a woman. I like the idea of another couple. We’re still talking.)

But, I guess our problem right now is that we don’t really know how to get started.

We’ve been checking out some online communities (including SwingerLifeStyle and SwapperNet, which you talked about in your blog – thanks!) and kind of just getting a feel for who and what is out there in our area. We’ve also talked about maybe attending a local party to sort of try things on for size. But, at this point, I have two main concerns: 1) This is a VERY small community that we live in and I have privacy/discretion concerns. 2) I am the kind of person who can be rather shy around new people. (My husband does not have this problem) so I’m kind of nervous about not knowing anyone and not really knowing what to expect either from a party or a date.

Anyway, I guess my question is, what would be your advice about the best way to “ease in” to playing with others? And do you have any advice about what to look for on another couple’s online profile that might help us find people we are most compatible with? Advice on things to avoid?

Gosh, I hope this is not overly rude to just throw all this at you. But, frankly, I don’t really know who else to ask these things. It would be great to have friends who were in the already lifestyle to kind of help guide us into it – or if you and Veronica lived in California!

Anyway, thanks for any insight or advice you both might want to share about where and how to start with all this.

Well, my anonymous friend, since Veronica and I do not live in CA and can’t personally help you out, we’ll do our best here   (Veronica: But if we’re out that way, we will let you know!)

As she mentioned, we’ve already written about swingers websites, click here if you missed it.  Another option for getting started is to see if there are any lifestyle clubs in your area.  These clubs are generally of two varieties- those that have space for play on-premises and those that do not.  Clubs that do not have play space on-site are basically dance clubs that cater to people in the lifestyle.  So-called on-premise clubs are sort of a combination of a dance club and a hotel party, in that there is an area where people are socializing and dancing and private, semi-private and not-private-at-all places to play.

The other option is a meet and greet party, usually held at a hotel or bar, and this is how we got started in the lifestyle.  A well-run party offers a low-pressure atmosphere that affords an opportunity to socialize and mingle with other like-minded individuals, flirt, engage in play with your partner, watch others play, and even swap with another couple if you’re so inclined.  We’ve been very happy with these parties and while the majority of people that we’ve played with we’ve met through websites, the friends we’ve made at parties have been invaluable mentors as we got involved in the lifestyle.

To address the questioners concerns about privacy and discretion, that is certainly something to consider.  For us, we do not have identifiable pictures in the public sections of our online profiles.  In fact, most of our pictures are old HNT pictures!  Face pictures are saved for the private galleries and we only grant access to people who have done the same for us.

(Veronica: There is almost an ‘honor amongst thieves’ going on in the lifestyle.  Let’s say you went to a party and saw your child’s teacher on her knees with a cock in each hand and one in her mouth.  Who are you going to tell?  If you told someone, then you would have to admit you were there too.  You just need to be discreet with sharing photos.  Although even if someone you know shares pictures with you, who are they going to tell without outing themselves?  So I do not really worry about being discovered as a swinger.  I would worry more about someone linking me to my blog since I bitch about work and post nekkid pictures of myself there.)

As far as finding a couple that you’re compatible with, as least with websites, this is where a well-written profile can be invaluable.  Do you have kids and would rather see others who do as well?  Look for that.  Are you unable to host at your home?  Look for someone who can.  For a first date social activity, do you prefer dinner and drinks at a restaurant, a night out at a club, or something outdoorsy or active?  Look for someone with similar interests.

(Veronica: And for the love of God, be honest on your profile.  If you are a woman you can get away with lying about your weight no more than 5-10 lbs in either direction, because of PMS.  And men, if you are short, just admit it on your profile.  You can lie about your weight, you can lie about your age,  but unless you are wearing shoes with lifts in them do not say you are 5’9″ when you are 5’7.  Us women can figure that out.)

Once we make contact with a couple, there are two things we insist one- the ladies speak on the phone before the first date [ideally, to set up the first date] and we want to see a face picture.  The first is because that yes, there are ‘couples’ out there that are not, unfortunately.  The second is because hey, it’s sport-fucking, we have every right to be shallow and insist on only fucking good looking people.  We’re good looking, or at least we’d like to thing so, and would only like to fuck other good looking people!

Lastly, for all the preparation and screening, it’s quite likely that you’ll have a date where the chemistry just is not there for you or your partner.  Veronica and I have had half a dozen or so dates that went nowhere.  Understand that it’s going to happen and have a strategy for discreetly communicating to your partner “I do NOT want to see these people again”.  If one of us says “Hey honey, you think we should call and check in with the sitter?”, that is our code phrase.  One of our etched-in-stone rules in no arguing if one of us invokes the code phrase.  Sure, an explanation after the date would be appreciated, but during the date is not the time.

(Veronica: As for being shy, I would not worry.  A lot of lifestyle people are extroverted and most of them are pretty friendly.  If you are worried about conversation you have an automatic topic right there.  You can tell them you are newbies and ask them how they got into the lifestyle and if they have any advice about clubs or websites.  If you are really desperate for conversation tell them you were thinking of taking a trip and had gotten some information on Desires or one of the Hedonism clubs.  This will get the conversation going!)

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As always, comments and questions are welcome, both on this post or if you have a suggestion for a future volume of Swing Shift.  If like this weeks questioner you prefer to remain anonymous, just e-mail me at hubman38 at gmail dot com.