”Well, everything starts with my wife Irene – my muse and the guardian of our home comfort. With all these years of marriage behind, I’m still into her. And I’ve started admiring her body even more, having by now studied it better than the one of mine. We make a perfect match in bed, both of us are always satisfied. Yet I have never thought it is bad sex that kindles desire for new people.
When my business partner Eric started seducing me, I thought I’d just turn it into another secret date that Irene would never know about – the way I was doing in previous relationships. But something there stopped me. Probably they were the soft eyes of Beth, his wife. I wouldn’t want these eyes to look at me with anger and reproach. And I decided my sex with Eric shall happen only if Beth either approves it or joins us in.
First proposal
It took me some time to think it over. My desire to Eric was still there without ebbing, so one day I took my chance. I said I wanted to have sex with him and his wife. Eric smiled back and replied: “But first this shall be you and Beth. I want you to be my gift to her. And I want you to present me with Irene”. These words made me feel choky. The fantasy of coming as a present to my friend’s wife was the most effective aphrodisiac for me. I was looking at Eric with appreciation, though nothing has happened yet. Because his idea was much better than the one I had.
I knew that arranging a threesome or a quad was not an easy task at all. Where two can find common ground, a third one may come with some nuances. While the proposed decision was brilliant. We start with sex in two; and if we make a match, we can play further on.
This is what actually happened. Beth was shy until her first coming. But this impaired neither sex nor the orgasm. As to Eric and Irene, I don’t know how things happened between them. I remember myself talking her into this first try; her initial respond was indignation and she would not talk to me for a couple of hours. But then she changed it into curious looking at Eric during our joint dinners. Eric and I, we are partners in running a restaurant and thus we sometimes dine together, the two families.
Second offer
I don’t know when she changed her mind; I guess this happened when I was away. But one day she told me about her date with Eric. She said she enjoyed it. I was glad to hear this. It was a different kind of excitement, not the same I felt the moment I was offering my best friend to her. And it occurred to me that what aroused me most was the process of proposing something new, daring and unusual. And so I took the next step: suggested we should have sex in four. Irene agreed at the drop of the hat. This time I did not have to persuade her into.
The next day I made the same proposal to Beth and Eric.
Arrangement details
I shall mention here the issue that may seem boring, but for me this was an essential point. All of us had our tests before the Night. This made us wait a little bit for the event so longed for, but on the other hand it gave us some extra time to think over the details. The dating was arranged in our house. We don’t have children and thus there’s no need to keep to bedroom sex only.
In order to avoid eventual awkwardness of the night’ starting point we prepared some erotic games. It was rather easy now that Irene is an expert in event management. Of course she does not have orgies listed in her professional track record, but she knows the ropes in managing groups of non-structured people. We didn’t play the spin bottle or strip poker or anything of the kind. Right from the start we followed the dark side of our desires. Each of the four was fulfilling desires of other participants in plain sight. The desires had been listed beforehand, we broke them down into three categories: pleasing, exciting, igniting.
First experience continues
I’m not here to describe the process proper, I would only say we enjoyed it. We proceed dating in four, and we plan taking joint trip to a swingers’ resort. Sometimes a two of our four meet alone. No one keeps record of these dates. When in secret, things become even more spicy.
We have planned a joint holiday to meet new couples looking to swing. We are interested in learning other swingers. But since we are people of name in our hometown, extra attention is not something we want.
Aren’t soft swing couples
We’ve been in contact with other swingers on forums and in apps for swingers, and they told us we are nowhere near to soft swing couples that we used to refer ourselves to. We thought that soft swing implies occasional dates with one and the same couple. While real swinging stands for multiple couples, meetings always in four and leaving no space for sex in two. But it turned out that soft swing stands for two couples having sex in one room without partners swapping. Seems strange ‘cos I think this is just usual public sex. I mean, if a couple makes love in park you cannot call it soft swing. But anyway, since we practice partners swapping and in general arrange ourselves in intricate combinations that feature four people we are cool, hard swingers. Seems funny. But now I know for sure that soft swing couples are not our match J “.
John.
This story prompts us to experiments and introduces new ideas to the dreams that we already have. This is why we love reading about fulfillment of somebody else’s fantasies.
The world of swingers is not for everyone. It’s a bit like going for a run after a lifetime of sitting. At first you don’t like it, you reject it as an idea, then you get stronger and the impact can be traumatic… but in the end, as soon as you start, you understand how much time of your life you’ve wasted waiting
Good job, honey,” says the naked firefighter to his wife.
Their eyes are lovingly locked and I’m feeling a little left out. After all, I’m the one performing oral sex on him. She’s busy servicing my husband beside us.
If you would have told me a year ago that I would one day watch my husband get a blowjob from a stranger and not feel jealous, I would have laughed in your face. I’ve always been a jealous partner. If my husband or any ex-boyfriend so much as looked in the direction of an attractive woman, I’d assume he wanted to have sex with her. I’m infamous for love quarrels that almost always began with a jealous accusation.
Nothing seemed as dangerous to my firm grip on control than swinging, which is why when I was invited as a journalist to experience two all-inclusive clothing-optional resorts in Cancun—Desire Pearl and Desire Riviera Maya—I said yes because it’s a free vacation, but in my head I said no to the simultaneously exciting yet worrying images that avalanched my mind of orgies and gangbangs and my husband pleasuring other women.
Jealousy wasn’t the only thing I feared. As a recovered sex and porn addictwho has written profusely on the subject, I’ve made one too many destructive decisions in my sexual past. Though my addiction had been curbed since meeting my husband, thanks to a combination of efforts buoyed by his support, would a salacious vacation reopen the wound?
“They can’t force us to swing,” I told my husband (and myself) while we talked about our separate worries. As parents of a toddler, we were eager to drop her at my parents’ house and be childless anywhere for four nights. Why not a swingers resort?
He agreed, and then added, “They can’t force us to get naked either.”
Desire isn’t branded as a “swingers” resort. I later learn that their preferred description, “couples-only, clothing-optional,” is more inclusive of “vanilla couples” like us who could enjoy the fun without having to swap spit or any other body fluids with a stranger.
Weeks later, we arrived in Cancun in the rain. A funny taxi driver drove us to the secluded Desire Pearl, where smiling staff members greeted us in the lobby with champagne and waivers. House rules included respecting their policy that “No Means No,” agreeing not to take photographs of other patrons, and only having public sex in designated areas like the hot tub and playroom.
Making our way to our room, staff members stopped whatever they were doing—sweeping wet leaves, carrying luggage, patrolling the grounds—to greet us, looking us straight in the eye as they held a hand to their hearts.
“We teach them how to face a naked person, to talk to them to the eyes,” Alberto Martinez, the general manager of Desire Pearl, told me later when I asked how employees handle the nudity and public sex. I found it hard to believe they could get much work done with all the eye candy.
I should mention here that when the rain temporarily subsided and my husband and I ran for the hot tub, we found the “eye candy” to be just as diverse as the types of porn categories I used to dig through—very—at least when it came to body types. Among guests who ranged from their 30s to their 70s—mostly white Americans—there were thin bodies, plump ones, short, tall, small natural breasts, large silicones, small penises, large penises, hairy, and freshly waxed. And just about everybody appeared relaxed, confident, and happy in bare skin.
Feeling out of place, I quickly tore off my bikini top and my husband kicked off his trunks like he’d never considered doing otherwise. Though I usually felt insecure about my thighs and midsection, seeing all those body types squashed my insecurity fast—not because I thought I looked better, but because nobody seemed to be comparing. My husband and I ordered drinks and gave each other a look that said: Everybody’s naked!
Everyone was open and friendly in the hot tub, but it wasn’t a huge orgy as expected. Though I’m typically anxious in social situations, I felt at ease here. It’s refreshing what nudity adds to socializing. Like children who had not yet learned shame, people checked each other’s bodies out, tirelessly offered compliments, told jokes, and talked openly about their fantasies. Some of the conversations were ordinary too, ranging from jobs to neighborhoods—mostly white-collar and affluent, as the resort is not a budget one—and we were surprised by how many people talked about their children. Of the countless couples I talked to over the four days, we met only two without kids.
“Do your kids know where you are?” I asked one couple from Ohio.
“Absolutely,” the husband answered. “In fact, our 16-year-old daughter picked out her mom’s lingerie and sexy costumes for the themed nights.”
When they noticed my look of surprise, which quickly turned into admiration, he explained further. “Everybody back home knows where we are. We tell our colleagues, friends, family, everyone.” Then he offered a simple, yet revolutionary idea: “The way we see it, if they have a problem with our lifestyle, we don’t want them in our lives anyway. Makes things easier.”
Another woman raved about buying her teenage daughter a vibrator for Christmas and the surge of pride she got when she saw the vibrator unwrapped and under her daughter’s bed.
I was taken by this kind of openness. It was the kind I wanted to have with my own daughter when she grew up, and the direct opposite of what I had with my own mother, who had only once addressed sex with me as a girl, pointing to my crotch and saying, “Don’t let anyone ever touch you down there.” I learned not just from my parents and our Catholic background, but from TV, books, and songs—from fairytales to rom-coms to pop songs galore—that nobody respects sluts, men are the ones who cheat, women are the ones who cry, relationships are fragile things. And even though I considered myself to be much healthier now, I still had hang-ups. Jealousy was one of them, but so was judgment of the kind of people I would meet at the resort.
Like many, before I arrived at Desire, my knee-jerk reaction was that swingers were strange, maybe even pitiful. It was something middle-aged people did when they were bored with their spouses. It was probably the husband’s idea. But after visiting the resort and actually talking to the people there, I realized how wrong I’d been. Nobody seemed bored or out of love. People who’d been married for decades kissed and fondled each other in public like teenagers. And women weren’t just pulled along for the ride. Many of them had initiated the decision to come to the resort, or if they hadn’t, they had still been the deciding party.
“The ones who make the decision to come here are women,” Martinez explained later to me. “The one who accepts is the woman.”
If you told me a year ago that I’d watch my husband get a blowjob from a stranger and not feel jealous, I’d have laughed in your face.
Women did seem to be more aggressive than men at the resort. Most compliments I received were from women—You’ve had a baby?! No way! And most passes came from women—I can’t stop thinking of kissing you. May I?And while some husbands were often quick to start a friendly chat with women and men alike whether they seemed sexually interested or not, women often held back from chatting unless they wanted something more, scanning the tub or dance floor as if stalking prey.
“We’ve been here six times,” a Midwestern man told us after we’d left the hot tub for the lobby bar, where people mingled in lingerie or sexy party outfits. His wife, sitting beside him and studying the room, had swirly designs around her nipples. She didn’t seem interested in talking to us. “Six times,” he repeated, “and we’ve never been off the resort grounds.”
I found this surprising, especially with Chichen Itza just a short drive away. Did they really spend their whole vacation having sex?
When the man told us that they weren’t swingers, I found it even harder to understand why they would come here. “We just think of it as live porn,” he said.
Like us, they were a vanilla couple. We’d meet several of them over the next few days. One man told me that he wasn’t against the idea of swinging, but nobody had met his wife’s standards yet after nine trips. A petite blonde woman, his pretty wife didn’t look at me or my husband while he confessed this. This ignited a tinge of insecurity in me as I wondered: Do we not meet her standards?
“Isn’t it dissatisfying?” I asked him.
He laughed. “Sometimes the excitement of wondering whether or not it will happen is enough to last the whole year. Fantasy can often be more satisfying than the real thing.”
Of course, there weren’t only vanilla couples. After dinner that first night, having not seen anybody have sex publicly, we decided to head back to the hot tub now that it was dark.
That’s when we witnessed our first public orgy. Though I read it in the waiver, my initial reaction was that it was against the rules.
“Is this allowed?” I asked my husband quietly.
But he didn’t answer. He was busy watching the two couples swapping and moaning, a tangle of limbs under the moonlight.
When one of the men enjoying a blowjob switched with his partner so she was now on the receiving end, he waved us over.
I looked at my husband who was looking at me, waiting for me to decide—swim away or join in. That’s when I experienced the key feature of the Desire concept: I decided for the both of us. When the man waved us over, we stopped being a vanilla couple and became swingers. At least I did. With jealousy still at the forefront of my mind and my husband probably sensing that, I fooled around with two other women while the men watched and only touched their respective partners. At one point, I looked over at the nearby pool bar and met the bartender’s eyes. They really don’t break eye contact, do they? I thought.
After we were satisfied, I untangled from the two other women and we all swam over to the bar like old friends, each of us giggling and nuzzling our partners—turning back from exhibitionist goddesses to doting wives.
“I’m Ginger,” said one of the women, extending her pruney hand to me for a handshake. “Nice to meet you.”
Over the next few days, as if that first night with the group had unlocked something in us, my husband and I played a game of how far will we go? We booked a sensual couples’ massage at the spa where my male masseuse and my husband’s female masseuse brought us close to orgasm with their hands before pushing our massage tables together and letting us have at it. We met up with the same couples from the hot tub for more water play, which eventually moved to somebody’s bedroom and I watched my husband grope other women’s breasts while the other men groped mine. Then I watched him get various blowjobs while random faces dove between my legs. All along, while guards came down and boundaries got pushed, my husband and I checked in with each other and the other couples did the same.
“Hands and mouths are OK, right?” some husband asked.
“If you put your penis in another vagina, I’ll murder you,” some wife responded.
“Are you feeling OK?” my husband and I took turns asking each other. “Is this OK?” The answer was always yes.
What I found most surprising about seeing my husband pleasuring someone else was that I didn’t feel rage, resentment, or fear. This was probably because I was doing it too. Even more, I wondered if I’d been wrong about how it would feel to swing—natural, fun, and freeing—then what else could I be wrong about? Maybe my recovery from sex addiction was more about indulging my sexuality than restricting it. Maybe swinging and non-monogamy weren’t things to hide from the people I know back home, including my child, but something to offer as an honorable possibility, an alternative route to the same old stories we get fed about marriage through our families, our churches, our media, and beyond. And maybe jealousy, control, and possessiveness weren’t the best ways to keep my marriage intact. Maybe those were surefire routes to breaking us apart.
But it’s not like we abandoned our boundaries completely. Some of the best sex I had on the trip was with my husband alone in our pristine, childless hotel room, as we went over our daily adventures.
On our third day, as we moved from Desire Pearl to Desire Riviera Maya, which had an even more rambunctious crowd, we met a firefighter and his wife at the bar. We hit it off right away, talking about our respective neighborhoods back home, our jobs, and our children. They had been in the lifestyle for years now and when we told them what we’d been up to the last few days, they explained we’d been doing what is called “soft swap,” which seemed to be a level higher than “vanilla.” Unlike “full swap,” soft swap couples do everything but penetrative sex, and my husband and I both vocalized that we were cool with that; we had no intention of going further.
“Everybody has their style,” the firefighter’s wife said. She had kind eyes and a soft voice. She smiled often and asked thoughtful questions, which I liked. She seemed to care about us, which I later learned was important to her. She didn’t like having sex with people she didn’t want to be emotionally intimate with. Connection turned her on.
Hours later, I’m going down on her husband and she’s going down on mine. Despite what she said about connection, the firefighter’s wife seems far more interested in her husband than mine, and I’m OK with this, though I do wonder if I’m doing a bad job. After we switch positions a few times, the firefighter says, “You guys want to try full swap?”
Since I haven’t had an orgasm, I consider it, but I look to my husband first. He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me. Again, the decision’s mine, but I’m starting to feel uncomfortable with the responsibility.
To buy time, I ask a question that I rarely ever asked at the height of my sexual addiction. “Do you guys have condoms?”
They both shake their heads. I scan the room quickly. Surely, at a place like this, condoms would be as abundant as miniature bottles of shampoo. There doesn’t appear to be any around. I check the fridge, an odd last resort.
My breathing slows and I feel the mood shift. The husband and wife settle into our bed to cuddle and chat and I nuzzle into my husband beside them, but I have no interest in chatting with them anymore.
The wife tells us a story about another swinger couple they know back home. “It’s funny the things you end up getting jealous over after you start swinging,” she says. “Our friend is very short and has a tall husband. She watched him have sex with multiple people and had no problem for years. But then one time she saw a woman at a swingers club get on her tippy-toes to kiss him and that’s what drove her mad.” She laughs. “Being shorter than him was their thing, special to them alone. This woman was taking her place in the most surprising and unusual way.”
Watching her kind eyes bounce from her husband back to us, seeing her soft curls on my pillow, feeling her light caress on my arm as she talks—I suddenly want them to leave immediately. It’s not that I regret what we’ve just done or that I don’t like them, but I simply like my husband more and I’d rather chat with him. He and I almost crossed our final boundary and I feel the need to connect and talk frankly about how we both feel.
Though I think unsafe sex is dangerous, I’m suddenly glad there are no condoms in the room. I politely tell the couple that we have dinner reservations and they get the hint and gather their things. What could have turned into a long evening of shared hopes and fears, more insight into our pasts, and warm stories about our children back home, has instead turned into something quick and semi-anonymous and somehow that feels safer and sexier, too. And though I’ve had my fair share of loose and casual sexual experiences in the past, I don’t feel bad about this one. I don’t feel bad about anything I’ve done on this trip or anything I haven’t done. And there’s another, even more arousing reason I’m glad we didn’t do the full swap: We’ve left something to explore for next time, should there be a next time. Based on how much we’ve been talking about it since we got home, I think there just might be.
Not all older women who date younger men are cougars. They don’t want long-term relationships, they’re financially independent and sophisticated and smart and don’t want to get into something long-term with anyone.
A prolific cougar who has dated hundreds of toy boys believes bedding men under 30 is the key to keeping young.
Since she divorced her second husband in 2010 Gaynor Evans has dated more than 200 younger men.
It all began when the 57-year-old had a fling with a 23-year-old.
The author, agony aunt and businesswoman, from Enfield, North London, never dates exclusively and said she has no intention of her love life slowing down – despite now being a grandmother-of-four.
Mum-of-four Gaynor said she doesn’t mind the stigma from other women and claims her family are totally supportive – despite the fact that some of the men she dates are younger than her children.
She said: “I’m an older woman who has stepped outside convention – I’m very unusual.
“I’m one of the most openly prolific cougars out there. I’m not boasting about it and I know it’s not for everyone, but I’m non-repentant.
Gaynor, who meets men using the app ToyboyWarehouse.com, insists despite the 25-year age gap with most of her lovers, things between the sheets are better than ever.
Gaynor said: “I have never had a bad experience in bed with a younger man.
“The chemistry is very electric because as an older woman I’m confident – I’ve never been criticised.
“It’s not just about the sex though. It’s so far from that, it’s about the conversation and the rapport. Feelings do get involved.
“I multi-date and I’m not exclusive with men because it would be unrealistic of me to expect the same from them.
“I know people who are 100% faithful, but I think that a man’s natural inclination is to spread his seed.”
Gaynor said that she encounters critics from time to time but insists she’s happy to live her life in her unique way.
She said: “People are very small minded. It’s usually the women who are most hostile. They’re jealous and envious.
“Every year I question myself, and think ‘am I ready to change’. But I’d rather have this freedom and live my life like I want.
“If I could be in a relationship I would but the freedom I feel today is something I don’t think I would give up lightly.
“The thought of getting elder scares me, no one wants to get old, it’s just a fact of life.
“My life is far more joyful and exciting than it has even been.”
A couple, who wish to remain anonymous, agreed to answer some quick questions about their way of understanding swinging.
We love and respect everyone’s point of view and this is theirs that we publish to you
HOW LONG HAVE YOU AND YOUR PARTNER BEEN INVOLVED IN THE SWINGER LIFE STYLE?
About three years.
HOW LONG HAVE THE TWO OF YOU BEEN TOGETHER?
Twenty years.
ARE YOU A HETEROSEXUAL OR HOMOSEXUAL COUPLE OR DOES IT MATTER?
Strictly heterosexual. We will have threesomes but everything is done on a “straight” basis. Ex-for Mfm, all male attention on me, fmf, all female attention on him.
HOW DO YOU NOT GET JEALOUS OR HOW DO YOU HANDLE JEALOUSY FROM YOUR PARTNER?
We just kinda let the jealousy go. We know we’ll always be together, we love each other and desire each other very much so jealousy isn’t really a thing. We enjoy seeing the other enjoy themselves. It’s fun, there’s no jealousy or ill feelings towards anyone but also, everyone must be comfortable with each other. We’ve never put ourselves in a position that would leave the other feeling anything but comfortable.
WHAT IS THE APPEAL OF SWINGING? LIKE I MENTIONED ABOVE, IS IT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING YOUR PARTNER IS MISSING?
The appeal… seeing the other enjoying themselves, a “view” you wouldn’t normally be provided, having the ability to “look” without feeling guilty, even if it’s nothing more than checking someone out. I mean we all look when we see someone attractive, it’s the freedom to do that with no guilt attached, being able to act on that desire without “cheating” if it comes to that.
WHAT ARE COMMON COMPLICATIONS THAT COME UP?
Our main issue is time. Between work and life, it really doesn’t leave a lot of time for it, which is fine. We don’t do it often and it can be difficult to find a person/couple where everyone clicks. A lot of couples have jealousy issues, especially women and a more so than not, the women can be bitchy or have an “in all that” kind of attitude
HOW DO YOU MEET OTHER COUPLES?
Were on a few sites, aff, sls and tinder to name a few. People are hard to find IMO, if you have any kind of standards… and once you find someone/people, it becomes a do we all jive together thing and that’s more often no than yes.
DO YOU GUYS HAVE RULES IN PLACE?
Our rules-we always play “safe” and we only do things together.
HOW WOULD YOU RECOMMEND SOMEONE ‘DIPS THEIR TOES’ INTO THE WATER OF THE SWINGING WORLD AND APPROACH THEIR PARTNER WITH SOMETHING LIKE THAT?
To approach it is difficult… most people aren’t open to the idea… it’s really a relationship by relationship kind of thing. My first tip would be to be in a strong, loving, trusting relationship that has open lines of communication.
HAS SWINGING EVER BEEN A REGRETTABLE THING/THREATENED YOUR RELATIONSHIP AND IF IT WAS, HOW DID YOU GUYS PUT WHAT HAPPENED BEHIND YOU TO CONTINUE DOING IT?
No, it hasn’t. We’ve always respected each other wishes, wants, likes and dislikes and we can literally talk about anything openly without anyone getting angry or upset or hurt.
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MEET A NEW COUPLE FOR THE FIRST TIME?
When we meet someone new, we always do a “meet and greet” type thing. Go out and grab drinks or an appetizer, whatever’s clever and sit down and chat for an hour or two, just seeing how well everyone gets along. We do try to get to know each but on a basic level, we don’t dive into our deepest secrets or anything.
WHAT IS THE MOST COMMON MISCONCEPTION OF BEING A SWINGER COUPLE?
I think the most common misconception is that swingers have sex with anyone, anywhere, anytime. And while that may be true for some, it is not for us. We don’t consider ourselves in an “open” relationship. To me that implies anything goes. We swing as a couple. We’ve been doing this for 3yrs, we’ve met up with two other couples, two single guys and a single girl.
IS THIS SOMETHING THAT YOU TAKE PART IN AS A GROUP OR DO YOU GO OFF SEPARATELY AND DO YOUR THING?
I may have answered this above, but we chat online or thru text, however, then we plan a meet and greet. If that goes well, we setup a later date to “play”. If it’s a couple, it’s same room the whole time, there may be switching back and forth, always play safe. If it’s Mfm or fmf, it’s more of a take turns scenario. While sometimes it’s both guys/girls have things going on, it’s really kinda hard to take of two guys/girls at once. It’s nothing like porn portrays at allllll.
ANY ADVICE OR ANYTHING YOU’D LIKE SOMEONE WHO IS UNFAMILIAR WITH SWINGING TO KNOW?
It’s not for everyone, women tend to get jealous even if they think they won’t, making sure everyone is totally comfortable with each other is very important, open communication lines and set boundaries are very important and need to be thoroughly discussed. Agree before you start that if either wants to stop at anytime, it will all stop and no one will harbor ill feelings.
Not sure about you guys, but I definitely learned some new things from this couple. I wanted to take a minute and thank them for replying to my request and taking the time to answer these honestly and give us a peek into their lifestyle.
We talked in the past about 80s when television, thanks first of all to MTV, changed radically.
No more static figures, no more static and classic dresses and songs that talks about love, marriage, good will.
Some new Stars comes on the scene like Samantha Fox (we talked about her in this article) with her huge boobs that let people completly unaware about the song they were listening.
But in the end of 90 boys where divided. The ones that loved explicit sexyality (ok.. we are still talking about boobs) and the ones that were more addicted by eroticism… ok now we are talking about the contender of Samantha.. yes… here we are
Patsy Kensit (Eight wonder)
As a friend of mine told me, the 9th wonder probably was under her dresses… maybe also the 10th 11th and more…
In April 1985, Eighth Wonder was signed by CBS Records and began recording in London, working around Patsy Kensit’s filming on Absolute Beginners. In October 1985, with the filming completed, Eighth Wonder’s first single “Stay With Me” was released and achieved success in Japan, where it reached No. 1 and Italy, where it peaked at No. 4 in early 1986. It charted only at No. 65 in the UK Singles Chart.
in 1988 the reached the top of their success releasing “I’m not scared” and “Cross my heart” (while people was thinking to cross something else)
From this point the singer story ends. Patsy tried with some movies but 3 failed marriages and cocaine (a lot of cocaine) completly destroyed her carrer
BUT…
I know … you want to remember well who was Patsy Kensit !! here it is her wonderful gallery and a video !!
Whether you’re planning to host orgies soon or at a later date — or are merely curious about what throwing amazing sex parties entail — you need not look any further. Here’s everything you need to know.
If you are a sophisticated individual, you will also love new experimentation in sex.
Therefore, we assume that having the same one on one sex with the same person everyday might make you become sick and tired after some times. You can come out of this rut when you indulge in group sex.
However, some rules are integral in order to experience the right fun from group sex. Here are these rules.
Rule 1: Select your comfort level
As you are indulging in group based sexual extravaganza for the first time, you may feel uncomfortable in the beginning.
We admit that doing something openly that is usually private will make you a bit awkward. Therefore, it is important to choose your group size first.
It is always better to try out group sex in a swingers party by gathering around some of your friends who are as equally experimental about sex as you are.
Rule 2: Know yourself and your desires
As you are planning to indulge in group sex, you have to take into account the sexual desires of each of the group members so that you are courteous in group activity.
Situations might become uncomfortable for you as a beginner such as multiple guys banging a single girl, making love in the bondage rooms, etc. might appear a bit awkward to you.
Therefore, the next rule for a beginner is to have an open talk with your group members about the types of sexual desires that you wish to fulfill. In case they suggest something different which is new to you, ask them if they will assist you during the final act.
Be a part of that group only when you find that you will get proper cooperation.
Rule 3: Choose a leader
The rule of thumb of group sex is that every member should be given equal sexual preference.
Nevertheless, choosing an experienced guy among you who will head the group will be ideal when you take part in group based sexual ecstasy for the first time.
This is because there are some key tricks of the game that might not be known to you as you are inexperienced in the matter.
For instance, you might not have proper idea to make the group feel pleased. You might not be aware of the parameters that need to be kept in mind while choosing the group size. You might be inexperienced in erotic moves that are perfect for a group event like this.
Fortunately, the experienced group leader will have a concise idea about all these aspects.
