Mark Brendon - Swinging - The Games Your Neighbours Play

For those readers who are still curious about this scene and would like to have a look around for themselves, I have negotiated a special free trial membership of SDC, the world’s largest swingers’ organisation. You may love it or hate it, but you will at least discover that the members are human.

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Title Page Swinging The Games Your Neighbours Play Mark Brendon

Dedication For those readers who are still curious about this scene and would like to have a look around for themselves, I have negotiated a special free trial membership of SDC, the world’s largest swingers’ organisation. You may love it or hate it, but you will at least discover that the members are human.

Part I PART I

Chapter 1: Introduction and Apologia

Chapter 2: Taming Lust

Chapter 3: It is Everywhere

Chapter 4: Affection, Flirtation, Adventure…

Chapter 5: ‘None of Us Wanted Ownership…’

Chapter 6: A Whore and a Vagabond

Part II

Chapter 1: Swinging and Morality

Chapter 2: The Yuckiness Factor

Chapter 3: Does Gastronomy ‘Devalue’ Home Cooking?

Chapter 4: The Nastiest Obligation of All…

Chapter 5: Sex = Immortality

Chapter 6: The Vanilla One-Night Stand

Chapter 7: Swinging and Health

Chapter 8: ‘I Was Born Naked in Eden, Wasn’t I?’

Part III

Chapter 1: Invitation to an Orgy

Chapter 2: A Cinderella with a Fuck-Card

Chapter 3: The Warm-Up

Chapter 4: Dressing to Undress

Chapter 5: Time to Play

Chapter 6: Giuoco Delle Coppie

Chapter 7: Intermezzo Interrotto

Chapter 8: ‘After You‘ve—You Know?’

Chapter 9: Lessons Learned

Chapter 10: After the Ball…

Chapter 11: Swing-Clubs

Part IV

Chapter 1: Defining Terms

Chapter 2: Subcategories

Chapter 3: Bisexuality in Swinging

Chapter 4: Bonobosexuality

Chapter 5: In Defense of Hedonism

Chapter 6: When the Fun Was Taken Out of Sex

Chapter 7: The Liberating Condom

Chapter 8: The Origins of Swinging

Chapter 9: An Anomalous Orgy

Chapter 10: Swinging in the ’70s

Chapter 11: The ’80s and Beyond

Part V

Chapter 1: Cyberquesting

Chapter 2: local-swingers.co.uk

Chapter 3: Ticks and Feedback

Chapter 4: Casting the Net

Chapter 5: Dredging

Chapter 6: sdc.com

Chapter 7: Handling Meets

Chapter 8: Odditoes…

Chapter 9: …and Occasional Perils

Chapter 10: Safer Than Trawling

Part VI

Chapter 1: Who are Swingers?

Chapter 2: ‘All Those Years, I’d Been Conned…’

Chapter 3: Class and Age

Chapter 4: ‘It’s Me-Time Now…’

Chapter 5: Swinging and Marriage

Chapter 6: Taking Over the Driving

Chapter 7: The Single Female

Chapter 8: The Single Male

Chapter 9: Couples Starting Out

Chapter 10: Not for the Impatient

Chapter 11: Party Hosts

Part VII

Chapter 1: Swinging and Emotions

Chapter 2: Setting Limits

Chapter 3: ‘Let the Girls Have Their Fun’

Chapter 4: Jealousy

Chapter 5: Kamikaze Sperm

Chapter 6: ‘Tongues, or He’ll Suspect!’

Chapter 7: Hotwife

Chapter 8: The Danger of reality

Chapter 9: Giving Up Swinging

Part VIII

Chapter 1: Antecedents and Influences

Chapter 2: Orgies as Seasonal Contraceptives?

Chapter 3: The Persistence of Orgies

Chapter 4: Dollymops and Midinettes

Chapter 5: ‘Only Sex’

Chapter 6: Kissing and Fucking Considered as Fine Arts

Chapter 7: The Freedom of Forgiveness

Part IX

Chapter 1: All That Glisters…

Chapter 2: Birmigham—A Model

Chapter 3: Fun4Two

Chapter 4: Paradise Rejected

Chapter 5: having Your Cake and Eating it

Chapter 6: ‘That Frivolous Pretence…’

Chapter 7: Elaboration, Adornment, Prolongation, Enrichment…

Chapter 8: A Cautious Commendation

Chapter 9: A Romantic Ending?

Chapter 10: A Romantic Beginning

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Copyright

About the Publisher

LAST NIGHT, MY GIRLFRIEND CHRISTY and I were having sex with a woman—mid-thirties, toned, blonde.

The blonde woman was lying on her back on a bed, hands fluttering at my hip-bones. She had slender legs encased in black hold-up stockings, a rose tattooed on her left inner thigh, a plush, shaven pussy on which we had both been lavishing attention for a good twenty minutes, a diamante ring in her belly-button, and a sweet smile.

Neither of us could actually see that smile just then, because another girl was sitting on it—one pair of lips athwart another.

This other girl was naked and tanned deep copper, with a sliver of white skin left by the tiniest of briefs. She had short, spiky, dark brown hair.

She had introduced herself to us half an hour earlier as Laurie. She had shaken our hands then, pecked our cheeks, said ‘Hi! So, where are you from?’

Now she hung, gasping, her right hand gripping my left shoulder, her left on the nape of Christy’s neck. Her tongue lit a tangled fuse up my throat and along my jawbone and occasionally slithered into my mouth as we both—in our different ways—used the woman beneath us for our pleasure.

The blonde woman’s tongue emerged to flicker at, and to writhe into, the cleft above it, vanished then returned like a gale-blown flame.

Christy was on her hands and knees at right angles to us. Ducking down beneath Laurie, she nuzzled at the blonde woman’s breasts and stomach while her left hand reached down to finger the prone woman’s clitoris. She grinned up at me, then turned her head upward to kiss and nibble at Laurie’s nipples.

Christy’s body was being jerked and breath and sound forced from her by the man kneeling behind her. This was Laurie’s boyfriend, who was—I think—called Steve. He was as fair as she was dark, with a bang of fair honey-coloured flopping over his face. He was not Christy’s type, and he did what he was doing monotonously, as though he had just one gear. He said ‘Yeah,’ each time his belly slapped against her buttocks. That was monotonous too. She did not even look at him. She was concentrating on the feasting and the sensations up front.

Beyond us, on wall-to-wall mattresses, seven or eight naked couples were intertwined and grunting, giggling or moaning. Behind them again, against the wall, clothed couples stood watching, the men’s arms hanging limply over the women’s shoulders, the women occasionally moving to raise their lips like nymphing trout to kiss their men.

One woman was squatting on the carpet at my right. Her head bobbed to and fro at the groins of two men who stood upright against the wall. Her eyes, however, constantly swivelled to the scene at the centre of the room.

It was all really quite pleasant and, by most standards I think, interesting.

Christy pulled herself away from this Steve and rolled onto her back. She grinned up at me again, then pulled herself down the bed until her arse was on the very edge and her feet on the carpet. She vanished from my sight. A moment later her hair, then her nose, pushed at my testicles. Her mouth was warm and wet.

Steve had obviously followed her, because I felt her head banged rhythmically against the blonde girl’s groin.

I moaned, I suppose.