True Sex Diary: Why are We Fucking Others

So why did you decide to do this?

By this, they mean fuck other people with my husband watching. Or, watch other women fuck my husband.

I guess it’s a valid question.

I’ve spent quite a bit of time in my head about it, if you really want to know. Why did I decide to do this? It’s certainly not the norm. Not the status quo. Did I even decide to do it, or did it just become something I did?

Our first step out into the “Lifestyle” or LS as those in it say, seemed tawdry enough, something I imagined going differently.

Okay, that’s a lie. I didn’t think about it at all, past dressing for what I thought was the part, and getting the directions to the club on Google Maps. Maybe I was afraid to think past that, think about what it would mean if I were to do something there.

It’s all very new to me.

Just a few weeks ago, my husband and I decided to go to a REAL swinger bar, following about the lamest Halloween costume party at the city’s BEST strip club. How can a costume party at a STRIP CLUB be such a snooze? Hell, I had on fishnets. Isn’t that supposed to be code for Bad Ideas Gone Good? The group we were with were dressed as fucking Power Rangers in very ill-fitting costumes, but they seemed to be having a pretty damned good time. Of course, they are first-name-basis regulars and had mounds of cocaine.

I did not have cocaine. Maybe the secret is the cocaine.

That night, we laughed on the long interstate drive home, both dumbfounded at the way the night played out. We both imagined a lot of making out, of sneaking into a dark hallway and feeling each other up, of throwing enough money at a sexy stripper for a private dance to get him hard enough to come in his pants. Hell, I was ready to pay for it myself.

There was no making out. No lap dance. The most exciting thing that happened was I got the last jalapeno popper on the shared appetizer plate and we tossed a few bucks at a stripper dressed as a thunderstorm. True story.

A month later, we took ourselves on a date to the LS club. We had been in the parking lot dozens of times in the past — a shopping center with a pool hall, granite countertop store, a dance studio. But neither of us knew until that night that there was an unmarked door around the side, adorned with only a small upside-down pineapple.

In we went.

[click here](https://hersideofthebed.medium.com/true-sex-diaries-do-what-c0189891d9af) to see what we did inside. Spoiler: We came, a lot!

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10ra2ul/true_sex_diary_why_are_we_fucking_others