Reading the invitational email for the umpteenth time, I asked Layla: “Do we really want to go to this thing?”

My significant other — and partner in crime — shrugged and replied, “I just don’t know. Maybe. You getting the butterflies, too?”

“Yeah. It’s tempting. But I dunno either,” I admitted.

The “thing” was a long weekend of sexual indulgence in California, quite remote from our home in the Great Midwest. Layla and I have been in the lifestyle for a few years now. But with every playdate, it seemed we wound up reinventing the wheel. Apparently, new experiences bring new dilemmas.

We’d been approached for this four-day bacchanal by Joseph and Karla, the couple we’ve been most involved with in our swinging career.... Read More