So, the date. After a bunch of miscommunication, we finally got a sitter for Friday night. It wasn’t someone who we could have had spend the night, so mega-uber-super-awesome date night will have to wait for another time. I can’t tell you what we did, since that will tell you where and who we are; but it was great. There was free wine, let me just throw that out there. We got home, paid the sitter, and quite rapidly found ourselves undressed and fucking furiously.
The next day, as we nursed our tired, hungover bodies, we sat next to each other on the couch. Out of the blue, M says maybe we should go to <insert name of swingers club one city over here> sometime.
A swingers club? Us? Later on we looked at the website, which is pretty detailed and user friendly for newbies. I’m not sure we’d EVER get to a point of doing any kind of swapping, but he did point out it might be a good place to finally satisfy my lady-lust. We’ll see. But the conversation got started, and almost all our conversation on just about any topic since has been more open, productive, and healthy. That’s a nice side-effect.
And last night we made out like teenagers on the bed and then I gave him a hand- and tit-job. We almost never ‘just’ do that kind of thing. Is this yet another fresh start? Time will tell.