Just thought I share an experience… No advice required, but any thoughts are welcome.
So I like to take my GF to the occasional swingers party—both because I enjoy group sex and also because it's a cheaper way to experience variety than with SPs. I fondly remember the party about a year ago when I got to dip my cock into 5 delightful pussies; not a bad return on a $ investment.
The "gangbang party" on Saturday was different.
True, the social dynamics were difficult. In theory, this kind of party provides a safe outlet for single women of all ages and races (and looks) who, for whatever reason, aren’t getting enough sex in their lives. Surely there're plenty of them. Moreover, these parties are free for ladies—but very few ever summon up enough motivation or courage to attend.
To make things worse, the organizer apparently tried to maximize profits, by admitting far too many single men. None of the more attractive ladies seemed eager to play in the open room. And the sexiest lady there was clearly a decoy, planted to excite the guys, without actually playing.
But the main problem was my partner’s attitude. I crave variety far more than she does. But, at the start of our relationship, she tried hard to please me and gave me every impression of enjoying these parties too.
But now that she feels comfortably settled in with me, she seems to make noticeably less effort. She insisted on drinking quite a bit of wine, then felt tired, cranky, non-communicative.
I spent most of the evening babysitting her and catering to her moodiness. When it came to other couples, she was super-picky and negative about the men: too fat, too old, not tall enough, too much facial hair etc.
She said bluntly, “Go ahead—you can fuck anyone you want.” But I didn’t feel like lining up with all the others for the odd BBW in the orgy room. Ideally, I'd have wanted to take another couple or single lady into a private room. But that would have required my partner's cooperation.
At one point she accused me of “using” her because I asked her to do her share of reaching out to ladies or couples. To her credit, though, she showed the same frosty indifference to the many single guys who approached us.
We hadn't come to this event to have sex with each other. Only when it became clear that we had missed whatever meager opportunities there might have been to connect with anyone else did we go together to a private room to play with each other. But, instead of getting it on, we started bickering.
So we left before midnight, without any real sex—something I don’t think I’ve ever done in a dozen years of swinging. Clearly, this GF isn't a suitable "lifestyle" partner.
I can't really blame her. I blame evolution. For me, this experience highlights a basic truth: male and female sexualities are whoppingly incompatible.
Without my hobby of seeing SPs I think I'd find the constraints of having a relationship with almost any "normal" woman depressing as hell.
So I like to take my GF to the occasional swingers party—both because I enjoy group sex and also because it's a cheaper way to experience variety than with SPs. I fondly remember the party about a year ago when I got to dip my cock into 5 delightful pussies; not a bad return on a $ investment.
The "gangbang party" on Saturday was different.
True, the social dynamics were difficult. In theory, this kind of party provides a safe outlet for single women of all ages and races (and looks) who, for whatever reason, aren’t getting enough sex in their lives. Surely there're plenty of them. Moreover, these parties are free for ladies—but very few ever summon up enough motivation or courage to attend.
To make things worse, the organizer apparently tried to maximize profits, by admitting far too many single men. None of the more attractive ladies seemed eager to play in the open room. And the sexiest lady there was clearly a decoy, planted to excite the guys, without actually playing.
But the main problem was my partner’s attitude. I crave variety far more than she does. But, at the start of our relationship, she tried hard to please me and gave me every impression of enjoying these parties too.
But now that she feels comfortably settled in with me, she seems to make noticeably less effort. She insisted on drinking quite a bit of wine, then felt tired, cranky, non-communicative.
I spent most of the evening babysitting her and catering to her moodiness. When it came to other couples, she was super-picky and negative about the men: too fat, too old, not tall enough, too much facial hair etc.
She said bluntly, “Go ahead—you can fuck anyone you want.” But I didn’t feel like lining up with all the others for the odd BBW in the orgy room. Ideally, I'd have wanted to take another couple or single lady into a private room. But that would have required my partner's cooperation.
At one point she accused me of “using” her because I asked her to do her share of reaching out to ladies or couples. To her credit, though, she showed the same frosty indifference to the many single guys who approached us.
We hadn't come to this event to have sex with each other. Only when it became clear that we had missed whatever meager opportunities there might have been to connect with anyone else did we go together to a private room to play with each other. But, instead of getting it on, we started bickering.
So we left before midnight, without any real sex—something I don’t think I’ve ever done in a dozen years of swinging. Clearly, this GF isn't a suitable "lifestyle" partner.
I can't really blame her. I blame evolution. For me, this experience highlights a basic truth: male and female sexualities are whoppingly incompatible.
Without my hobby of seeing SPs I think I'd find the constraints of having a relationship with almost any "normal" woman depressing as hell.
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