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It wasn't something that we ever planned or even discussed, just sort of a habit that we fell into. As our night was coming to a close we would settle in for a drink or a late night snack and basically review the day.

Sometimes if there was a problem, we actually talked it out. But problems were so infrequent that I always looked forward to the last discussion of each day. I would look into my wife's beautiful eyes knowing that things had gone well and that she was truly happy. After that, it was always easy to drift off into a comfortable sleep.

It wasn't necessarily the topics, we always talked about everything. No subject was ever off limits. It was the timing that bothered me.

This was the third off the wall topic in as many days. I set the toast on my plate and swallowed the bite I had just taken. I was purposefully deliberate when I reached for my mug of coffee. I was curious about what led to this topic, but I wasn't all that worried. I honestly don't know.

I do know some people who claim to have an 'open' marriage. But after having lived with her for almost 15 years, I knew she wasn't done asking questions.

I admit I was more than a bit curious about what she was thinking. I never said they were friends. I said I knew some people. I suppose you would recognize their names, if I told you. However, I imagine that you know some people who think they live like that, too. I suppose you're right. It was at that moment that I felt the first pang of sorrow in my chest. I saw the indecision in her eyes. She was afraid to ask me something, tell me something, or she was just plain hiding something.

I had no idea what 'it' was, but 'it' was something. Unfortunately, I had a bad feeling about what 'it' might be. The rest of my breakfast didn't taste the same as it had when I started. Barely a word was said between us before the kids tumbled down from their bedrooms and hopped into their chairs.

Our children were so full of energy and enthusiasm and love, it was nearly impossible to be melancholy around them. So it was all giggles and smiles until it was time for me to leave for work. She was almost whispering as I walked out the door. I didn't know anything, really. And yet, I did know. She was feeling guilty about something and was afraid to tell me.

We talked about everything. We disagreed about many things. We had discussions, never arguments. I was never angry with her, and I don't think I ever gave her a reason to be angry with me.

But for the first time I could remember, I had left for work without giving my wife a kiss. I mean there had been other times, of course, when she was sick, or visiting her family or when I had been traveling for work. But for the most part, I started every day with a goodbye kiss and a promise to return home as quickly as possible.

But not that day. It was the topic of our discussions that worried me and I knew it had the potential to get ugly. She had dark flowing hair that naturally curled at her shoulders and the most beautiful blue eyes. The dimples on her cheeks when she smiled were adorable, but she had a sultry gaze she could bring out to remind you that she was all woman.

She looked just as good with her hair in a pony tail, a baseball cap and sweatshirt, as she did dressed for night on the town in an outfit that left little to the imagination and heels that said, 'yeah, you're getting lucky tonight'.

She always looked younger than her years. Her figure had barely changed over fifteen years and three children. I had always known that she would retain her good looks and body. When we were dating and I met her mother for the first time, I thought I was meeting her older sister. And I wasn't just being kind. I was legitimately shocked when I learned the truth.

Later on, as I seriously considered a long term commitment, it was one of the factors that weighed heavily in her favor. She was by no means model or movie star gorgeous. I suspect that at first glance most men wouldn't have labeled her the prettiest woman in the room. But to me she was perfect, from the very first time I saw her. It was her general attitude that sealed the deal for me. All of my friends, Maggie, everyone we ever met.

She was comfortable and at ease in any situation, with any group of people and always maintained a positive attitude. She was lively and outgoing and just so much fun to be around. I was that exact same way, when I was with her. On my own I was more guarded and pragmatic. I would say that I would best be described as an introvert, but I was by no measure anti-social. I had maintained a large group of friends throughout my life. But Susan was almost the first person I ever told every secret.

I hid nothing from her. I never even considered it. Pretty standard for a Friday morning. She stared at me briefly, then quickly went back to whatever she was doing before I arrived. Fifteen minutes later, Rebecca Davis, was in my office, diary in hand ready to review the day's schedule. You have a conference call with King Pharmaceutical at Sloan, from Kipling Manufacturing is expecting your call at Miss Davis and I reviewed the afternoon schedule right after my noon workout as we ate lunch together in my office.

The same routine every day I was in the office for the past 10 years. I clearly hadn't concealed my thoughts as well as I thought I had. But then again, Miss Davis had always proven to be invaluable at anticipating my every need.

It was the reason she was paid as much as some of the senior staff. First thing this afternoon. Our families lived across the street from each other. From the 3rd grade on, when her family moved to our neighborhood, she was my study partner, my companion to nearly every school gathering and even my date for senior prom. She taught me the meaning of loyalty and friendship, and maybe unbeknownst to her, she taught me how to love unconditionally. I was unreasonably driven in high school.

She wanted to be a lawyer. Our common goal meant we had to get into great schools by graduating at the top of our class. She pushed me to be the best. I challenged her to achieve the great things I knew she was capable of. I wasn't interested in any type of high school romance. I didn't want to be distracted from my goals. She wasn't interested in dating boys. That didn't mean we didn't have any fun. There were sports and drama and choir and student council and clubs and committees.

We wanted to experience everything, and we did. The time that other kids spent dating and partying, we spent on extra-curricular activities.

We had a blast. I was the captain of the basketball team, president of the student council, salutatorian and prom king. Maggie was the class valedictorian, captain of the debate and soccer teams, and year book editor. I am certain she was the one who left the skateboard on the sidewalk at the bottom of the steps that tripped me during our freshman year. It was the day before our physical fitness testing.

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Some believe sexual attraction is part of human nature and should be openly enjoyed by a committed or married couple. Some swingers cite divorce data in the US, claiming the lack of quality of sex and spousal infidelity are significant factors in divorce. Swingers are exposed to the same types of risks as people who engage in casual sex , with the main concerns being the risk of pregnancy and of contracting a sexually transmitted infection STI.

Some swingers engage in unprotected sex , a practice known as barebacking , while others follow safe sex practices and will not engage with others who do not also practice safe sex. A Dutch study that compared the medical records of self-reported swingers to that of the general population found that STI prevalence was highest in young people, homosexual men, and swingers. In addition, according to the conclusions of the report, the STI rates of swingers were in fact nearly identical to those of non-swinging straight couples, and concluded that the safest demographic for STI infection were female prostitutes.

Although there is a risk of pregnancy, they are the same as monogamous sex and can be minimized. Solutions include a tubal ligation female sterilization , vasectomy male sterilization , or having a group entirely made of menopausal women.

Other solutions include using condoms or the pill. Proper use of a condom with an effective birth control method minimises the risk of pregnancy and transmission of STIs. It may not be possible to trace a precise history of swinging since the modern concept is so closely related to basic human sexuality and relationships, and they vary significantly across time and cultures. The modern concept of "swinging" is a recent Western phenomenon with no counterpart or meaning in many other cultures and civilizations in history in which monogamous relationships was the norm or which had religious or social prohibitions against such sexual practices.

The "community of women" was practiced by several radical Anabaptist sects including the Batenburgers and the Munsterites.

A formal arrangement was signed by John Dee , his wife Lynae, his scryer , Edward Kelley and Kelley's wife Joanna on 22 April , whereby conjugal relations would be shared between the men and their spouses. This arrangement arose following seances which apparently resulted in spirits guiding Dee and Kelley towards this course of action.

The arrangement ended badly and destroyed Dee's working relationship with Kelley. One of the criticisms of communism was the allegation that communists practice and propagandize the "community of women".

In The Communist Manifesto , Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels suggest that this allegation is an example of hypocrisy and psychological projection by " bourgeois " critics of communism, who "not content with having wives and daughters of their proletarians at their disposal, not to speak of common prostitutes, take the greatest pleasure in seducing each other's wives. According to Terry Gould 's The Lifestyle: US military personnel in WWII were not accompanied by their families and many especially in the USAAF, were single - the giant military bases where families live while accompanying a deployed soldier, sailor, aviator, or Marine are mostly Cold War creations.

Though the origins of swinging are contested, it is assumed American swinging was practiced in some American military communities in the s. By the time the Korean War ended, swinging had spread from the military to the suburbs. The media dubbed the phenomenon wife-swapping. Later in the s in the heyday of the Free Love movement, the activities associated with swinging became more widespread in a variety of social classes and age levels.

A key party is a form of swinger party, in which male partners place their car or house keys into a common bowl or bag on arriving. At the end of the evening the female partners randomly select keys from the bowl and leave with that key's owner. According to economic studies on swinging, [23] the information and communications technology revolution, together with improvements in medicine, has been effective in reducing some of the costs of swinging and hence in increasing the number of swingers.

Swinging activities had another surge in interest and participation in the late s due to the rise of the Internet. Some people object to swinging on moral or philosophical grounds. Most religious communities and moralists regard swinging as adultery , not withstanding that it is with the knowledge, consent or encouragement of one spouse to the other. Some argue that strict monogamy is the ideal form for marital relationships and that sexual relations should only take place between marriage partners or, perhaps, between partners in a committed monogamous relationship.

According to Mark Carroll, wife lending and husband lending was a Native American custom, especially within the family such as brothers. He says that anthropologists have characterised it as "anticipatory levirate " — that is, in anticipation of a future levirate marriage - of the wife to her brother-in-law. Wife lending was a practice in pre-Islamic Arabia whereby husbands allow their wives to live with "men of distinction" to produce noble offspring.

If you read the description, you can already guess where this one is headed. Once again Thanks to PapaGus and his deft hand for editing this. Bad memories lurk ahead as well as possible arrest. My ex-wife Shawna is definitely still in town as are most of our mutual friends from our marriage. I had managed to avoid contact with anyone from my home town of Lee Oklahoma, in fact for over a full decade I have not even stepped foot in the Sooner State. I would still be cozy, snuggled up with my girl Jasmine in my house in North Platte Nebraska tonight, but my job now requires that I return home for at least three days.

My name is Dean Baker, but I have always been known as Ginger. My Aunt Tori, who raised me after my parents were imprisoned when I was two years old for their part in a plot to blow up federal buildings, loved the band Cream.

She especially had a thing for their drummer Ginger Baker. Since the man who had knocked up her sister was named Baker, she made her love for me known by giving me the nick name, and once she called me Ginger at a school assembly more kids knew me as Ginger than as Dean.

I loved my aunt more than life itself and spent my youth doing everything I could to avoid disappointing her. Once when I was eight, she caught me playing with a book of matches that a friend at school had given me. She didn't kick my ass, yell, or even threaten to send me away.

She sat and talked to me about what I had done. While her words didn't make any more of an impression on me than any parent's words do on any kid, the profound disappointment on her face still haunts me to this day. A lot of the boys I grew up with thought I was a sissy for never participating in their shenanigans but I would have rather faced ridicule than risk disappointing the one person in the world who cared for me.

Looking back, maybe realizing that my aunt knew I was only human would have led me down a better path. I was also cripplingly shy. While I wasn't an ostracized nerd picked on and chased by bullies daily, I also wasn't ever seen running around with the "in" crowd. I did however have a reputation for not taking shit from anyone. One of the best things Aunt Tori did for me was enrolling me in a martial arts class each summer. Her best friend ran the karate school and as a favor to her took me under his wing.

She got a free baby sitter, and I learned self-defense and discipline. I have only used karate twice in my life. Simply put, Chip was an asshole. The only people he didn't fuck with were his few jock buddies and whatever girl he was trying to screw. One night around homecoming Chip took it upon himself to single me out and try to make my life hell.

Many of the other jocks just ignored me and this occasion was no different. I guess I was just no fun to abuse. It happened when I was walking to the school to meet my class for a float building meeting. Usually I would have skipped it and just went with the flow when it came time to build. Aunt Tori had insisted that since it was my senior year I should participate more.

I was nearing the school just as football practice was letting out. All of the team ran by as if I wasn't there except Chip. Chip smacked me in the back of my head as he passed and then stopped and began yelling in my face for "being in his way. I told Chip he should watch where he was running because everyone else had managed to avoid bumping me. Seeing his fellow players gathering, he must have felt I had insulted him.

His face turned red and I think I knew what he was going to do before he did. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. He tossed his helmet aside and drew back his fist. Just as his fist started forward I heard one of the players say "Chip! I easily sidestepped his punch and he swung in a full circle. A few players laughed and he drew back again. This time when he threw the punch I caught his wrist in my hand and used his own force to send him sprawling across the ground. This only served to infuriate him more and he just flew at me.

As he rushed me this time, I grabbed his shoulder pad and used a judo move to send him flying ass over tea kettle along the sidewalk.

He landed hard enough to almost knock the air out of him. I sprung back to my feet and was upright almost before he fully came to rest. Where'd you learn to do that? That was when I made my big mistake. I looked at the guy and was about to answer him when Chip got up and threw his next punch. I didn't have time to avoid the punch. I was going to either defend against it or get hit, and if I could help it I wasn't going to get hit. I started both of my hands toward his wrist hoping they'd cross under his forearm and force the blow up over my head, but I misjudged his punch.

It wasn't coming as fast as I thought and my hands hit his arm on either side causing his forearm to snap. I heard a high pitched scream and someone threw up. When all was said and done his football season was done. The coaches had witnessed the whole thing and let me go.

Chip moved from Lee just before Christmas. Soon word spread around the school and people pretty much left me alone. It didn't make me accepted or popular, but even the jack offs thought good and hard about messing with me. Unfortunately unlike in the movies, the girls didn't flock to me seeking to have me father their children.

I wasn't, and am still not, a bad looking guy. But I never had a girl in school. I know many of the girls liked what they saw and would have been with me had I the courage to ask any of them. I didn't so I was probably one of a very few virgins to graduate Lee High that year. The two years after I graduated high school were spent working. One of my aunt's friends got me a job at the rail yard. While other guys my age were out banging quim or altering their perceptions chemically, I spent six nights a week throwing switches in the rail yard.

I would work ten hours a night and then sleep all day while Aunt Tori worked her shift at the bank. My original plan had been to work for two years and then use the money I made to go to college. In my biggest dreams I would enroll in Norman and be a Sooner.

Reality meant I might stretch and reach Tulsa, but neither was to be. I was three days away from putting in my two weeks' notice at the yard. No doubt about it. To everyone looking at us from the outside it would have appeared that we were a normal couple. We frequently held hands and hugged.

We would sit close to each other, my arm around her or her head on my shoulder with her arms wrapped around me. We even kissed on the lips, though it was rare. The most meaningful time was the day I said goodbye to her as she left to go to Stanford. No one will ever understand why or how much I love you. You will always be my closest friend," she whispered in my ear. Then she took my face in her hands and kissed me right on the lips. It would be 7 years before I saw her again. I wasn't a geek growing up.

Sure, I had my awkward boy stage, but mine didn't last any longer than normal. Nope, I ended high school as your basic suburban hometown hero. By the time I left home, I was six foot four, pounds of lean, good looking muscle with curly brown hair and brown eyes. I was confident, smart, charming and ready to take on the world. My parents were stable, supportive and successful people who had taught me the most important lessons in life.

Work hard, be humble, be honest with yourself and others, and treat people with respect. It wasn't that I couldn't date in high school. I chose not to date. I guess that probably would have surprised some people, even my father. Before I left for college my dad sat me down for one of our 'man to man' discussions. You have become the young man that I always hoped you would be.

I love you very much. I do have one question for you though, son. Your mother has threatened me with a year on the couch if I fail to have this discussion with you before you head off to face the world. I never had a warning about what the topic was going to be, although I usually could take an educated guess. I never got in trouble for answering his questions honestly. I quickly learned that he only wanted what was best for me, and wanted to help me anyway he could. He couldn't help me if he didn't know the truth and he never made me uncomfortable about my answers even if he didn't like them.

He never judged me and always tried to guide me to find solutions to problems that I was comfortable with. It just worked for us. With the amount of time you and Margaret spent together I was almost certain your answer would be different.

There was no one at my high school like your mother. I honestly didn't think anyone that perfect for me existed, until I met her in college. I have done a lot of thinking about what I want my life to be like. I look at you and mom as the gold standard. I want to be as successful and content with my life as you are with yours. I want to share my life with someone as beautiful, smart and strong as mom.

Either that or he suddenly had something caught in his eye. I have never met anyone else as close to perfect as Mags. She is a babe, no doubt about it. And she is my best friend. Always has been, always will be. I love her with all my heart, unconditionally, and without question. But we are never going to be in love with each other. You said that Margaret was perfect for And our differences would have been insurmountable, pop.

Margaret is a lesbian. She has no interest in guys. But since no other girl in high school was ever going to meet that standard, having sex with one of them seemed to be risking a lot of trouble, like pregnancy or STDs, with no real upside. That was just too much risk for me to take for short term gratification. I am not saving myself for 'the one' either but, I will wait as long as it takes to find someone with potential. I just hope I don't have to wait too much longer.

I guess your mom was right. You may need my speech, which fortunately for you is short. And I think this goes without saying for you, but it never hurts to make sure. David, don't ever lie to a young lady just to get into her pants. I think if you are honest and considerate of a lady's feelings, you will have the opportunity to have many memorable experiences.

If you don't, I think you will be very unhappy with the results. But thanks for thinking of me. I don't know how your mother knows everything, but I will eventually learn to stop questioning it.

But I think it would be best if you starting looking into it just the same. I imagine that you haven't looked at it for some time. She was looking directly into my eyes. It only works for me with you and Susan.

Until this morning I thought that was one of the coolest things about my life. Now, I am not so certain. Maggie and I spoke on the phone for at least an hour every week. For important events, I sent her a letter or a card.

Even 2, miles away she was my best friend. I loved the east coast and I quickly made a new set of friends with diverse interests. I studied, and partied, and immersed myself in college life with a vengeance. Yep, Harvard was a good fit for me. On the sexual side, I could write an entire series on my adventures at Harvard. My virginity lasted for all of two and half weeks. Anyway, there were lots of women with potential there and I started my search for a lifelong companion almost immediately.

There was hardly ever a weekend without some special event, and I rarely attended any event without a date. By no means was I 'banging chicks' every week.

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