Come And See The Show

Welcome back my friends,
To the Show the never ends,
We're so glad you could attend,
Come inside, come inside!
Soon the gypsy queen
In a glaze of Vaseline
Will perform on guilotine,
What a scene, What a scene!
Angie and I have been discussing the idea of pursuing potential relationships with other couples who are in The Lifestyle. The enjoyment we are deriving from the three-way experience with Wilson has led us to consider investing some time exploring our comfort level within a foursome, or more. Angie and I have also been discussing what we must eventually reconcile to our satisfaction, and that of our partners, concerning this expanded dynamic. More to the point, Angie is evaluating limitations she has placed on me regarding sexual intimacy with another woman, as well as the four-way dynamic as a whole and its place vis-a-vis her ongoing relationship with Wilson. The longer view also takes into account the notion of evolving the foursome into something more complex, but we are getting ahead of ourselves at the moment. We will periodically come back to this thread in other posts as we uncover new perspectives, insights, and experiences.

Angie and I made our second attempt to meet people who participate in the swinger life this past Friday, July 4. We went to a private club called Sinz. We will give pseudonyms to people we met, and mention here, to respect their right to privacy.

Angie and I set out for the club with the nervous excitement of school kids going to their first dance. We were planning on meeting a couple or two that we had been in email contact with over the previous two weeks, and we wanted to make an impression. Angie, as usual, dressed sexy but classy in form fitting jeans, open-toed sling back shoes, and buttoned down blouse.


The lifestyle club is actually upstairs on a second floor above a well known strip club. We arrived early and found ourselves talking to a bartender who was setting up the bar in the club lounge. The place was empty. With no company but our own we decided to head downstairs to the strip club. We ordered our drinks and sat at the bar to watch the parade of girls doing their thing for a bunch of men clustered around the stage. Only one stripper caught our attention; the others were nothing special. Angie was getting a kick out of this experience because it was her first time ever going to a strip club. I almost fell out of my chair when she commented off hand to the fact. After 30 years of being together it never occurred to me to ask. I just assumed she must have gone out with her chums, sometime in her past, for maybe an evening of raucous Girls-Night-Out at some Chippendale’s show or other. I asked her if she was OK with this and she just giggled and flashed that beautiful white smile and said yes. I guess it is never too late to learn something new about your loved one.



Three quarters of an hour later we were back upstairs. The DJ had some house music going, and a small group was out on the dance floor doing what can only be described as dirty dancing. I thought to myself: “These guys don’t waste any time.” Angie and I walked to a set of club chairs around a small table by the dance floor. I looked around and saw something like a dozen couples at other tables and the bar looking out over the floor at the dancers. Many looked to be in the early thirties to fifties. Two or three couples looked to be in their late twenties.




We met Mara and Sonnny. She was a California looking blond gal with lots of energy and a nice smile. Sonny looked to be of Italian stock, and sported the best tan this side of George Hamilton. Over the course of an hour we shared a lot about each other. They have been in the lifestyle for about a year, and have been coming to Sinz on an almost regular basis. After that little bit of small talk we all headed out onto the dance floor to try out our own dirty dancing.

This pursuit of the “lifestyle” is taking Angie and me out of our comfort zone. And I can say unequivocally that dancing in front of a bunch of people is out of my comfort zone, and probably for anybody else’s comfort zone who actually sees me dancing. Trying to figure out what to do with my feet and hands, while making all sorts of suggestive bumps, grinds, and thrusts of my anatomy makes me feel foolish. The bubble over my head read: “I am so sexy I wanna hurl.” Angie for her part was trying to remember the stripper moves she witnessed downstairs. Not so good. Mara and Sonny didn’t laugh at us too much. As the evening went along, and after several drinks, Angie and I loosened up considerably, and, maybe it was the alcohol, but I think we actually might have passed muster. After a while Mara and Sonny excused themselves to go out on an adjoining balcony to have a smoke.




A moment after they were gone a 5 foot 11 inch looker wearing a blue tube top over full breasts, a red mini skirt, and spiked white FM shoes walked right up to us to introduce herself. She squatted down in front of us closely to be heard over the music. I am respectful of how I act with women, more so when I am in front of Angie, but my gaze fixated on her, and I could only say “Hi baby.” I was compelled to gently stroke her arm. Anna introduced herself and spoke of how she loved the profile we put up on the club’s website, and the pictures we included. Our pictures show us in various G-rated portraits as well as semi-nude poses. She pointed out her husband, Fredrick, who was sitting at the next table with another good looking couple. He was a good looking guy of six feet plus. Very easy going and friendly by what I could gather from his nonchalant wave hello to us. We got up and walked over to Fredrick where I shook his hand and introduced Angie. Was that a sparkle I caught in her eye?



After that brief introduction Angie and I politely excused ourselves as Mara and Sonny were coming back. I pulled Anna close and said how much Angie and I would like to spend time with her and Fredrick, but that we did not want to be rude to the other couple by just leaving them. I think Anna really liked Angie, and this seemed to be confirmed at one point by her gentle stroke of Angie's arm as she walked behind us on her way to the ladies room.

I guess I should mention at this juncture that the scene is big on Bi women. Two weeks earlier the club had a “Bi Ladies night”, and we were told the club was overrun. From our previous and current “research” into what and who is involved in this lifestyle it appears to Angie and me that the swinger population is heavy into bisexuality on the women’s side of the equation. Rarely, if almost never, on the men’s side. Single men are almost never sought out, because, we surmise, it makes the whole dynamic asymmetrical and unappealing to the men. But everyone is OK with asymmetry on the other end.


And there is always the search for the ever elusive "unicorn".

Angie and I may be different from the typical swinger couple in that Angie enjoys two males, who are for the time being intimate only with her. At least I can speak for myself. When told of this, Mara indicated her admiring approval to Angie. I bet most women would harbor the same sentiments, if not express them outwardly.

Sonny and I went to the bar to fetch drinks at one point and I asked him how the decision process works when it comes to agreeing on another couple to play with. His response was consistent with what Angie and I have already seen written on the matchmaking sites: “no one is expected to take one for the team.” Meaning the spouse is not expected to accept the deal if the other half is a troll.

I then shared with Sonny the arrangement Angie and I have with Wilson. As I half expected, he said he couldn’t accept that kind of situation because there wouldn’t be anything in it for him; “We’re a package deal.” Herein lies the crux of what Angie and I are processing when it comes to opening up with another couple: if Angie wishes me to remain chaste to her, then the likelihood of us finding another couple willing to accept that imbalance may be remote, unless they are all about Angie, and happy to include me as purely ornamentation. It also leaves open to question whether Angie’s three-way arrangement might be an interesting “package deal” to offer.

The four of us spent a while longer at our table, sipping our drinks, chatting, laughing, and watching the dancers. Angie got into the moment and proceeded to do a very seductive lap dance for me. I love when Angie takes me by surprise like this. She has never given me a lap dance before, much less one in a public setting. She was actually quite good with her movements. Rocking her hips, and cantilevering herself while facing toward me, then turning to give me a close up of her curvy derriere. I could not help but caress her body, and took the liberty to fondle and kiss her as she straddled me reverse cowgirl while I sat in my chair. As Angie turned to hold my gaze with a sexy smile I unbuttoned her blouse and kissed her breasts. Neither of us cared what anybody else might be thinking. We were in our own little world.

From the corner of my eye I could see Mara and Sonny were watching Angie intently during her display. Mara was clearly turned on and was openly fondling Sonny. The moment segued to all of us going back out on to the dance floor. We proceeded to take the joy of movement up a couple of notches, and well outside the norm for Angie and me. We switched partners, and after a while the women got into a little My Humps bump and grind on each other. When our wives came back to us , Sonny and I found ourselves in a most creative "dance" with them while they were gripping their ankles. I don't know if we could ever give that whacky dance a name, but I give the girls credit; they have a sense of humor.


As far as I could tell, no one else batted an eye lash at what we were doing because there was stuff going on that made our foursome look like a bunch of Baptists. I saw women doing things to each other as they shimmied and writhed on the floor that were more appropriate for the bedroom, or kinky play room. Some had tops pulled off enough to expose bare breasts, to be sucked on by other women.
















One couple was out there dancing front to back, and he reached around to expose her G-string look to the general population at the tables by pulling her tunic up over her waste. She held him behind his neck with both her upraised arms, as he ground his hips into her backside. There was more of this going on elsewhere on the floor and even out by the tables. Evidently the G-string/no-underwear, thing is standard dress for a lot of women in this crowd.



Anna and Fredrick were out on the floor dancing too. Angie and I found a way to work our selves over to them and switch partners to dance. I felt like Anna towered over me, and I think she actually tried to bend at the knees to lower the height disparity. I didn't mind; her body felt wonderful. I whispered in her ear that this was all new to Angie and me but we were enjoying it; particularly the show we were getting from various quarters. Anna replied that she and Fredrick found Angie's lap dance much more interesting. In my best effort to remain a gentleman I never touched her in any provocative way, and offered only a single kiss on the cheek; only to be left chagrined, and Anna giggling in amusement, when we looked over and saw Fredrick and Angie in a long and deep kiss while dancing together very suggestively. I felt like a friggen Boy Scout. When I asked her later how she liked her dance with Fredrick, Angie responded that she did in fact enjoy the moment, and cryptically, that he was a very "big guy".

Interestingly, Angie admitted later that she didn’t feel any jealously at all when she saw Anna and me in close quarters. She said that she probably would have reacted in a more predictable manner in years past. However, because of this process we are going through, and our realization that we have drawn closer together, she was surprised in her self to actually be happy seeing me embrace Anna.

Our evening carried on that way until closing time, and we left with exchanged agreements to get together again with both of those couples. I have no doubt we could have gone home with either of them if we wanted, but this was our first entry into the very real world of The Lifestyle. However, we are not likely to visit the club many more times, only because we think seeing the usual suspects, and doing the same things, would get dull. And despite the fact we allowed our selves to cut loose and have some crazy fun for an evening, the abject exhibitionism, ours included, and general make up of the crowd, left us feeling decidedly déclassé. Maybe we will visit the other Sinz club further up the coast. We understand it is less crazy and more up scale.

This is not where we started our journey two years ago, but Angie and I have accepted that the journey will be open ended and subject to tangents we can explore. If we need to bail, we will.

And now we will sign off with this little chestnut of days gone by. It has the Sinz flavor. Click on it to open a WMA music file with Windows Media Player.
http://www.box.net/shared/6msxyvxko4

For those who want some thing closer to a club sound, here's one we danced and groped to. Good night.

http://www.box.net/shared/7ba3k2d0co