Before we really even knew about swinging, our neighbors and we used to splash around naked in our hot tub. Eventually, this moved onto skinny dipping and having sex side by side. We never touched our neighbors and they never touched us. The evenings spent with our neighbors left us giddy and excited.
It wasn’t until a few years later that someone told us about a “warm club.” Having never heard of such a thing we became curious and asked if they would take us there.
Soon after they phoned us and asked us to go with them that Saturday night. We agreed. We were both excited and nervous about going there. Long story short, we loved it, and have been swinging ever since.
The reason for my email is to talk about your jewelry. Back when we were younger and swinging was very hush-hush, the only place to think about meeting other swingers was at this club. That is not to say that our eyes didn’t wander when we were out at restaurants and bars! We often wondered about the people we met.
One summer, we took a trip to Boston to attend my niece’s wedding. We arrived a few days before the wedding to explore the city. One evening we went out for dinner, then stopped at a bar before heading back to our hotel. There was a couple about the same age as us sitting next to us at the bar.
We struck up a conversation and spent the next two hours laughing and enjoying their company. We were absolutely certain they were swingers. The man put his hand on my leg when he told a story and the woman at one point pushed the hair out of my eyes.
As they were paying their bar tab, my husband and I whispered to each other that we were certain about them. We had a lot of experience in the lifestyle at this point, and we knew swingers when we met them.
As they turned to wave goodnight to us, my husband asked if they would like to come back to the hotel with us. The look of confusion on their faces immediately made me know that we had been wrong. My husband was slightly drunk and added that we had two queen size beds, plenty of room for everyone! The couple looked shocked, grabs their coats and left.
How I wish this was the end of my story…
We saw them again during our stay in Boston. It was the groom’s aunt and uncle. We ended up at the same wedding two nights later. It was a rather small group so it was impossible to avoid them. We were so embarrassed that we didn’t know how to handle it! When we found ourselves face to face with them, they looked away and pretended not to know us.
It was a truly awful experience.
The need for some type of swinger symbol is not new and we are thrilled that someone took the bull by the horns and created one!
Today, it is easy to simply look to see if someone is wearing this sign. If we spot it, we go and talk to them. If not, we will never, ever take that chance again.
Debbie and Mike