My heartbeat quickened as the signature architecture of the Vieux Carré, also known as the French Quarter, came into view. My palms felt a little sweaty, and I wasn’t sure if it was the balmy night air, or my nerves. You were chatting casually with our taxi driver, a long time resident of New Orleans who had been through it all, but I wasn’t listening. Lost in my own thoughts I was thinking about what the next few days would have in store for us It was our first time at Naughty in Nawlins, an internationally known lifestyle convention, with over 1,000 couples slated to be in attendance. We had played with a few couples before, Ben and Jessa, Enzo and Vitória, but this was going to be Swinger Central, and we were definitely fresh meat.
“Are you coming, love?” my cab door opens, and I suddenly notice we’ve arrived at our hotel. I step out of the car and into your embrace as our cabbie grabs our bags from the trunk. You kiss me softly on the top of the head and breathe me in. This brief moment reconnects us and once again, I’m feeling excited and confident, my nerves melting away in the sultry night air. I tilt my head up to smile at you and kiss your full lips, and take your hand in mine, and lead the way into the lobby.