Monica (the missus) and I have been discussing moving from our pedestrian sexual lifestyle into something more, um, deviant - or shall we say, extravagant - for years now. But discussing and doing are two different things. Very different things. We knew that we wanted to branch out, but making the leap was tough.
The leap began innocently enough. I was out with some friends and Monica was out of town. Nothing noteworthy there. What was most interesting to me was that it was incredibly apparent that women are finding me a lot more attractive these days. I've just recently lost a significant amount of weight and am looking much better than I did even just a year ago, but I never expected the kinds of reactions that I was getting on this particular evening. Women grabbing my butt on a regular basis, getting obvious attention from across the bar, etc. Nothing extreme but more than I have been used to.
Late in the night my friend, on her birthday, decided that she wanted taken to a strip club. She had never been before and I've been many times and know that it is totally allowed, by my wife, for me to go. So whatever, no big deal.
The trip to the club was uneventful. It was fine, very tame as strip clubs go. My friend got a lapdance too. Having a friend of mine have a girl on girl lapdance was a first for me. Nothing crazy, but a step in the right direction. Having a female friend that likes to go out drinking with me and end up at strip clubs is a good way to get one thinking about "things."
At a drunken still-out-after-the-strip-club-closed breakfast there was a tipsy admission by her that she had long been interested in swinging. Not what I had been expecting to hear. In general she comes across as very innocent. I guess I read that wrong. I did not think much of the events this evening but it would appear, that in time, these were truly the trigger points of a larger adventure. It does provide a critical starting point to our story, however.
And so it has begun.
