Hello Steemit! Our Introduction!

Hi there all you swingers and swingettes!

I am Wendy, my hubby is Blaze, and we are real life swingers.

We noticed that there just isn't a lot out there in the way of blogs and informational videos related to the swing lifestyle, so we decided to fix that. This Steemit blog is just one platform we plan to take advantage of.

We want our posts and videos to be both informational and entertaining. There are almost endless topics that pertain to swinging! We will also be sharing some of our more memorable experiences - but we promise that we will never, ever, violate anyone's privacy. We are anxious to discover what you want to know, so please comment! We are also always looking for new couples to meet ... so ... (wink) ... you never know!

Every story has a beginning, and this story starts in the early 1990's for me. I was, at the time, in a not-so-happy marriage to husband #1. It was really pretty bad and had nowhere to go but up. He suggested that maybe joining a swinger's club would help. Since things couldn't possibly get any worse, I figured, "Why not?".

He located a club in our state. Geeze what a long-ass drive!!! But, we made it to the place, and went through all of the first-timer paperwork and rules review. We were each given a large, clear disposable cup and tutored on the color-code stickers that let other members see what you were interested in without having to ask. Honestly, I don't remember exactly .... one color meant "no single guys", one color meant "bi friendly", one color meant "full swap" and so on. Some clubs use different colored Mardi Gras beads for the same purpose. #1 was very arrogant the whole time, convinced beyond all doubt that he was going to be the King of Pussy that night.

We were in our 30's at the time, which is actually a bit young in the swinging world. So, a lot of the other couples were a good bit older than us. I, however, decided that since we were there to fuck, that was exactly what I was going to do! It didn't take very long to get my first offer. #1 was not thrilled. He was striking out.

Somewhere along the line, I ended up in one of the basement rooms. Don't be put off by the word "basement" ... it was a very nice, finished basement rather than a spooky, spidery one. Each room was nicely decorated, and every night stand had a box of tissues and a "jewelry box' filled with individual packets of lube and condoms. It was really quite nice. So there I am, in this room. #1 is nowhere to be seen. And the other male club members started to form a line at the door. A line. At the door. That first fellow - we'll call him "Don" - stayed with me the whole evening as a sort of body guard, if you will. Not that I needed one - everyone was very respectful. (One thing that will get you thrown out of a swing club FOREVER is violating the word "No!". )

I was in that room pretty much until closing time at 2am, with occasional refreshment breaks in the kitchen area. No, I wasn't counting. I was just enjoying myself. None of the sex was "weird" ... unless you count being trained by total strangers weird .... in which case it was the very definition of weird.

I learned a few things from the experience:

First, I learned that the word "Next!"can be very, very sexy.

More importantly, I learned that swingers are everyday people. Your neighbor could very well be a swinger, and you'd probably never know it. Swingers come in all shapes and sizes. Although there certainly are "Ken and Barbie" types out there, they are the exception. Swingers are mostly older, well established couples who are very comfortable in their relationship and have fantastic communication skills. The average age is 40's to 60's, and some are even in their 70's! They are friendly folks (go figure!) who are very welcoming and genuinely nice. I will talk more about club experiences in other blog posts - sometimes they can be disappointing - but fortunately this first one was very positive. At least for me ....

#1 eventually ended up in the hot tub, and he did get an offer there. If he had had any bi curiosity, it would have worked out well .... but since he didn't, he went home both angry and un-laid. No, our marriage didn't last too long after that. The subject of swinging and relationships will be part of another blog post, too. We never returned to the club as a couple, but I went back several times - sometimes alone, and sometimes with "Don".

Next blog, I will tell you about Blaze, how we met, and how he became a swinger.

Please stay tuned! There will be photos and videos coming soon!