Author: The Salmon

Anyone who has been following my adventures in non-monogamy may know that before starting down this path, my life has been a bit sheltered. After six months of club nights, parties and meets, I find myself in the ridiculous position of having been to group sex, gangbangs, and orgies but had not spent even one minute in a strip club. Let me go back a bit: long, long ago, I was an introvert, ok I am still an introvert but I am working on it. Before venturing out of my own head, and into the swinger and kink community, I…

In Going Solo I chronicled my first attempt at swinging single. In Learning to Fly I returned to my club, with some lessons learned. Now I sit with a few hours before embarking on the third installment. I haven’t played outside my marriage at all since Learning to Fly. I was scheduled for a few nights with Ropes in addition to a Halloween party; all cancelled due to real life commitments. So what the bloody hell have I been doing in the last three months? I started making more contacts online, joining national and local groups and making friends on…

When I was much younger, younger then my own children are currently, let’s call it a tween, though there was no name for such a category at the time, my eyes would look upwards toward the changing fall foliage. My sister and I would chase leaves falling off the trees in the wind. If you could catch a leaf before it touched the ground you get a wish. I don’t know where this notion originated; I don’t remember any book or movie we might have borrowed it from; it may have been something we made up. The two of us…

About a week after the playing at the deep end of the pool (see previous posts) I made a reservation at my club for the next Insatiable night (where single males are accepted). I was now listening to past and present podcasts of Life on the Swingset every day on my commute to and from work, trying to compile years of podcasting and life lessons into a fairly short amount of time. My respect for Cooper, Ginger, Dylan, Shira and Technogeisha has grown ever greater as I realize there was no path in front of them as they walked it.…

“Ropes” (a good friend and professional dom) and I started attending the club together as a sort of compromise, she wanted to see what it was all about; while I saw a possibility she might want to play with another couple if the atmosphere was right. My love consented to her attending as friend, and if it worked out, as a play partner. After the events in Going Solo, Ropes and I attended a swinger night as friends with no expectations and no promises. I had still not yet discovered Life on the Swingset, and hadn’t really sorted out what…

Part one told of my return to the club on bisex night and my first mmf three-way. The adventure continues… After heading back to the bar, I admitted to myself I did not know all the things I would need to know for these kind of adventures. I asked the girlfriend after some hemming and hawing, “Ok, I give up, how do you suck a cock without fighting the gag reflex?” She really opened up in answering, “I can’t, at least not when he is hard. When he is semi-hard it is no problem but I can always feel that…

For all of you the have been following my forays in swinging as a married single, you will probably note I have not been entirely successful. Some of that is due to misplaced expectations and outright stupidity on my part. But we are now reaching the part of the story where I started listening to Life on the Swingset the Podcast. I cannot thank Cooper and the other contributors enough for helping me to turn it around. If anything, had I started listening sooner, I may have avoided an awkward moment or two. If you are new to this (non-monogamy,…

I think it would be safe to say that many people who immediately before or just after beginning the swinging lifestyle, start an exercise program. I like to think that the choice to get in shape is twofold. First, we want to look more attractive for any potential partners, increasing our desirability and our odds (we hope) of playing. Secondly, by choosing swinging we have already re-evaluated our own self-image, and maybe have decided that part of our self-image might need a little sprucing up. Not long after “the talk” when my love and I started to discuss possibilities of…

Trying to swing as a married single male, may be one of the most difficult, most non-intuitive, most un-meish things I have ever attempted. I have not been a sociable person by nature. I have been much more likely to watch from afar rather than engage conversation up close. In most social situations I would simply defer to my love, who would smooth the path for me, and she would give me more confidence just by being near. Now I am required to work psychological and social muscles long since atrophied, and try and project a confidence that I do…

In one of my previous posts, I wrote about how my love accompanied me to my first night at the club. We arrived much too early for any playtime and left before the action really got started. The following weekend would be my first time swinging solo. Full disclosure: we technically joined the club as a couple, but either one of us can attend singly; we just pay the single price (which for some reason is much more expensive for a single male than a single female, go figure!) The hitch is my club “gender balances” the evenings so single…