Swinger Expectations: Don’t Overthink the Plan

I had a business trip to Philadelphia recently and Mr. D and I had the opportunity to check out the club Saints and Sinners. It was a Friday night. The place was beautiful. Very attractive dance floor and bar area. Plenty of play space down below. Very clean and classy looking. The owners were very friendly. And yet it happened to be an off night. There were 8 people in the place total.

We ended up chatting at the bar with the only other couple that we found who might be a fit with us. They were fun and flirtatious, and they had brought an extremely attractive single guy with them. All three were military. The single guy was a roommate of the couple and was brand new to the lifestyle. As I got to know him, I set my sights on him. He was…extremely sweet. Witty. And very hot. Chiseled and smoking hot with chocolate skin and friendly eyes.

We enjoyed talking with all three of them. In our usual system, Mr. D. chatted with the male of the couple and he confirmed that they were full swap and would want to play. The woman had also told me that she would not be playing with the single guy but that he was looking for some fun.

I had an early business meeting the next day so I wanted to play early. Plus, I learned of a sybian machine downstairs during our tour. I had always wanted to give one a ride and tonight would be the night. To get things started, I suggested that they all come downstairs while I took a ride on the sybian and perhaps then we could all play.

That’s when things when slightly awry. I chalk the moral of this story up to the problem of rigid expectations. It turns out that the female of the couple had a clear script in mind for the evening. She liked to control how things went down. Her script was that she would play with her husband while I broke in the single guy and then we would all play together. Although she shared this script ahead of time and seemed to believe that she was in charge.

Mr. D. and I ended up in small room with the sybian and the sexy single guy. I started making out with the single guy while getting off on the sybian. That jumpstarted some serious 69 play, and I came to learn that this guy had amazing skills. I had found a gem. And I was happy.

Mr. D. is usually insistent on some fun for him as well. But that morning, before we left home for Philadelphia, he had spent some serious time fucking his girlfriend. Given his morning exploits, he was content to watch that evening if nothing came his way.

Just as I was really getting it on with the single guy, the couple appeared and asked us to move to a bigger room so that they could join in. We agreed. But the chemistry was not there. I knew I had found my prize and was not interested in giving him up. Maybe if we had all started playing together, I would have started with some girl/girl play or DH would have gotten involved, but they chose not to join us. The way I see it, if you step out of a play situation or refuse to participate, you can’t assume that you can jump in later. You might lose your window to join in.

Another problem was that the girl was not sending any energy or sexiness toward my husband at all. Instead she chose to complain loudly. “Why is she just fucking him? I thought we were going to all play together?” she loudly asked her husband. “Maybe we need to find another room!”

At that point, yes ma’am you do. If you wanted to seduce us, lean over for a kiss. Show us some positive energy. We were open to playing. But to announce a transition without any passion behind it was not sexy. The script prevented the fun instead of creating it.  And I was having a great time. I wasn’t going to give up fabulous for an unknown situation with grumpy people. So, I ignored them and fucked away, coming loudly again and again.

I happily finished with my single guy, squirting all over the bed. I kissed him and thanked him for his time, complimenting his fantastic skills. And we headed out the door, both satisfied from our exploits that day.