A peek behind the curtain: True erotic stories

I didn’t know how tonight was going to go, but I didn’t expect it to be so absolutely and completely fucking fabulous. We had stayed in touch with Nael and Annie from the ‘Get Fucked’ event at Townhouse in early December last year, as had our friends Ivar and Thyra, and seeing as we enjoyed each other's company so much last time, we wanted to try something a little more private for our second group meet. An Airbnb was arranged, a detached house with three double bedrooms, three bathrooms, a hot tub, and a fully equipped kitchen, perfect for what we had planned. 

We’d been wanting to try a private party for a while—for the experience—but we’d also been warned about the risks. Things like drinks being spiked or hosts having hidden cameras around the property were enough to make us hesitate. I mentioned it to a fellow swinger at the club one evening, and she didn’t dismiss our concerns at all. “You’re absolutely right to be wary of private parties,” she said, “but we’ve been to one ourselves, and it’s fantastic.” She spoke highly of the host and reassured me that it had a great reputation before giving us their Fab username.

Tonight, I felt more excited than usual before one of our outings. We were meeting our Viking friends, Ivar and Thyra—two people I have a particular soft spot for. Even if nothing happened between us, I would’ve been just as happy simply seeing them again. There’s something about them that stirs something in me; their energy just seems to match mine so effortlessly, and I always enjoy being around them.

I was extremely nervous about going alone and almost decided not to go at all. But I’ve always had a strong habit of pushing my boundaries and stepping outside my comfort zone, because I don’t like the idea of my life being limited or controlled by my fears or emotions. As I made the forty-minute drive to the club alone, I could feel the anxiety building in my chest, tight and fluttering, but I wouldn’t allow it to stop me from attending tonight’s women-only event and getting stuck in.

I first asked my husband to try swinging with me about two and a half years ago. His answer at the time was a firm no.