Claire Here.
I find myself dictating this to John, as I tidy awy clothes and tidy the bedroom, and it strikes me that I have to do even more preperation for tonight than I do for the average dinner party. Generally my dinner guests will not be wondering what state my private parts are in; are they shaved, are they hairy, are they shaped? These are not questions (I assume) that cross the average guest's mind. Or maybe I'm just naive....
It wasn't our intention to entertain, it just sort of - happened. So now I'm worrying as much about the decoration and the dust than I am about the sex - or, if I'm honest, more about the dust than I am about the sex.
Earlier this week, John and I had a discussion about whether to cater, or just serve drinks. I have no idea about the protocol; is it rude to offer alcohol, given that they are driving here, and are not stopping the night? Are they expecting to stop the night - and if so, where will they sleep, given that there are four of us, and only three bed spaces?
The other part of my brain is of course occupied with considering how to approach the logistics and dynamics of four people having sex. In it's favor is that this particular couple describe themselves as "experienced swingers"; however, I wonder if this will put me in a junior, or less powerful position. I genuinely haven't been able to, after more than a week of thinking, been able to imagine or visualize what will happen this evening. I think this might be something that I need to speak with John about...
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