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.
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