Many moons ago when I was living up in New York I met two couples who were swingers. I met them through other friends and eventually I became a part of their big group of friends. We would hang out, party, drink, and just have fun.
It was bound to happen though. One night when I was hanging out with them one of the women Babs and her lover Ringo asked if I wanted to go out to dinner with them sometime. I thought it would be fun and we set up a date for the next weekend.
I knew that Babs was bisexual. However I never really thought much of it because she was nice, just not really my type. She had other plans though.
After we went out for dinner and drinks we went back to Ringo’s apartment. Things went from bad to worse as we all ended up in the bedroom. Thankfully I was drunk enough to not care what was really going on. I even participated a little. It was not one of my best moments, but it wasn’t my worst either.
A few weeks later I was over at Babs’ house for another party. I had been drinking so I was going to sleep on the couch since my friend BSL was having another of his mood swings and didn’t want me sleeping downstairs with him.
So what did I do? I had a threesome with Babs and her husband. They had pulled a mattress down into the living room and were making out on it when they asked me to come over and join them. I was decidedly pissed off at BSL so I decided to just go with it. This one was a little better because her husband was pretty damn good in the sack and she seemed to enjoy my being there even more that time. I can’t complain too much about that one, except for the fact that I felt guilty about doing it while BSL was sleeping just downstairs.
I won’t go into too much gory detail about those because it wasn’t that spectacular. I did however learn that I’m capable of damn near anything if I choose to be. Thankfully, I choose not to be. LOL