Sexuality is a funny thing. I’ve always been a red meat and potatoes kind of guy. Give me a beautiful woman with a thick ass or some gorgeous tits and I’m a happy camper. I had never really considered anything else.
That is, until I met Dave.
About 5’10, athletic body, scruffy beard and beautiful blue eyes. By all objective standards, Dave was a good looking guy. And while I wasn’t initially attracted to him, I could see why people would find him good looking.
We worked together at the local YMCA. And so, while hanging out at the front desk, we would often joke around together and inevitably the topic of sex would come up. One particularly slow evening, Dave turned to me and says, “So…are you and your wife swingers or anything?” A little taken a back, yet, the question for some reason didn’t seem totally out of place.
“Naw”, I responded. “I’d love to try something different. But she’d never go for it.”