An Adults Tale

I didn't realise that this still went on. I didn't realise that swingers were still swinging and that car keys were still passed round. I didn't realise that prostitutes went to parties for exclusive gentlemen. I didn't know any of these things until I joined the "perfectmatch.com" website.

I guess I was just looking for a boyfriend at first. A sweet young guy who I could cuddle up with in the middle of the night. I certainly didn't expect to meet couples looking for a third or swingers looking for new ways of swinging.

I'm a fairly small girl with a roundish kind of shape. A lot of men call me cute but I always wished I could have been slimmer or more athletic looking. I guess I just had a problem with low self esteem. That's why I liked the idea of a dating site. I liked the idea of a man who knew what he would be getting before he even met me. I was in for a shock. The biggest shock of all, however, was not so much what swingers got up to. The shock was that I would be so into it.

My first party was on a Tuesday evening. Everyone seemed to have brought a bottle of the same cheap white wine. I decided not to drink. I didn't want to do anything against my will because I was smashed. The key to any kind of sex party is to always remain in control.

The party had been thrown at the house of a banker and his wife who, most nights, stayed home with the kids. The kids had gone round to someone else's house and this couple were the first to take their clothes off and start making love on the thick white carpet. Within a few minutes other people seemed to be joining in sticking to their own couples and only gradually beginning to swap partners. As one of the singles there I was very nervous. I didn't feel so free and I felt nervous about taking my clothes off in front of strangers. I felt that they'd see my breasts were uneven and that I lacked the stock theatrical tan that so many of the other couples seemed to wear. I soon found, however, that all the things I had always hated about myself were drawing the eyes of the men and the women at the party. My white skin set me apart and made me interesting to all the other swingers. Being undressed soon seemed natural and it wasn't long before the husbands were coming to me and giving me their business cards so they could see me again when their wives weren't around.

So much for modesty.