When you think about throwing your house keys in a bowl, there are other ramifications to remember besides how many times I can get lucky at one party before passing out from exhaustion.
One of the first things you learn in swinging is to keep two little black books. Probably few of us have a little black book for phone numbers anymore, but the same thought is there. You think you’ll never forget the blonde with the big hooters or the guy whose dick was the size of your arm. Swinging is a social experience if you’re like many of us, you’ll be meeting people right and left, even those you don’t party with.
In the old days, we kept two address books. One for those who would and the other for the straights in our lives. Somehow mark your contacts to ensure you don’t accidentally invite your next-door neighbor to your wife’s gangbang.
Somehow it’s okay to have an affair with a co-worker, except possibly her husband, and no one dings you for it. But if the two of you decide to swap partners for the evening, everyone is aghast at what such terrible people you are. In the Lifestyle, you must maintain two separate lives hidden from each other, like the people inhabiting Sybil’s mind. Certainly, some of us can openly admit we’re swingers, but most who have jobs and real lives can’t be quite so blatant.
We’ve always tried not to make friends with our neighbors as they ask why they weren’t invited to your party when half the city was. Before we moved to Las Vegas, we were friends with a couple several houses down from us. We have New Year’s Eve Pajama Parties with typically 50-60 couples at our home. As you can imagine, cars are parked up and down the street to make it pretty evident that a party is going on.
The couple would always comment on the crowd at our place. For several years, we got out of inviting them as they’d get invited to someone else’s party. Then came the fateful night when the doorbell rang at one A.M. I, being the idiot I am, answered the door.
You have to picture the party after midnight. One of our unicorns is a dancer at a strip club, and she had just finished dancing for the crowd without the obscenity police present. Also, we had a male dancer that my wife met at a nudist camp outside of Chicago. He got all the ladies fired up as well.
So here we are late at night with most people buck naked in a pile. Foxy and I are mostly dressed as hosting a party for that many perverts is a full-time event. We would seldom get an opportunity to party until close to dawn. I had on a bathrobe, and Foxy was in her trademark long johns unbuttoned to the waist and with the flap down.
Opening the door, I find our neighbors, all dressed up, standing there. They said their party was a bust, and so decided to crash ours. I had to invite them in as it was freezing outside. Our home was designed as a party house with an open floor plan. In the entry foyer, you can see most of the main living area except the bedrooms. The only walls were around the staircase leading to the loft master bedroom. They could easily see the orgy in the living room and the pile in front of the family room fireplace.
Foxy and I talked to them briefly, but he was freaked out. Funny thing is that his wife wanted to stay. I started to tell him to go home and we’d send his wife back in the morning after we were done with her. But being neighbors, that probably wouldn’t have been the best thing to do.
That event was the impetus for the story, Crashing the Swinger’s Pajama Party, which had a slightly different outcome than the actual one. For more on the story, along with an excerpt, click here.
The idea for the post came from a blog discussion I had about selecting images to use on the cover of erotic stories. As an author of dirty books and photographer of models, I was asked why I didn’t use my images on the covers of my erotic novels. I decided that would be too close to home and promised my wife I’d maintain our privacy.
The wrap-up to this is to be careful about how much of your personal life you expose if you are a swinger or involved in lifestyle choices that don’t fit with the mainstream.
I’m Larry Archer, and I write erotic stories for the huddled and yearning masses. Foxy and I are swingers in real life, and I write about the things we do and see. While the Lifestyle is not for everyone, it’s been fun for us. My smut is explicit and hardcore but with a somewhat plot. Larry Archer’s porn stories are generally positive and fun, as this reflects how enjoyable swinging has been to us. If you’re interested in checking out my stories, I publish at all the typical outlets.
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It’s all too easy to start believing that everyone has the same free and easy attitude that we do. That’s SO untrue, alas.
Not only do many “straights” react with horror at the notion of swinging, but also they’re quick to judge that those of us who do (or have done) are intrinsically evil people. I’m perfectly happy to let someone else decide what’s right for him or for her… but I demand the same courtesy.
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I’m always amazed that people accept others having an affair but doing it openly is so much worse.