Swinging, sort of near the seaside - part 2

Claire again.

So, we did indeed go back, about a month later. We agreed over telephone and text (with him) that full swap was our preferred option.  He said that was good for them, but that they were only ok with same room swapping. This seemed quite reasonable. They explicitly asked us not to waste money on a hotel, there was plenty of room and they wanted us to stay. As we had already met and seaside hotels are not cheap, we agreed.

As the date drew nearer, he was texting and e-mailing me quite frequently asking about specific things. As they do not see each other during the week - she lives with her grown up children in a three bed semi and he is a bachelor with his own four bedroomed, detached house - I simply assumed he would communicate with her, and was communicating. How wrong I was.

We had another tasty meal - I was wearing what he had requested (not very much) in order to set the tone of the evening from the outset. But this time something seemed off. She kept leaving the table abruptly and looked very uncomfortable.

When we went into the living room for after dinner drinks, at this point drunk enough to be unable to drive as a result of wine with dinner, things went from awkward to exceptionally awkward. He explained that she was having a bout of IBS. She was clearly uncomfortable discussing this and he was a steam roller of obliviousness.  We got the fun started, and things were going great guns, so I asked if I should get condoms. And then it all kicked off.

She had been clear with him earlier in the week that she was not up for full swap, she wasn't feeling well and thought it was unfair if they couldn't both do the same.  She stormed out and he went after her. There were words, shouting, pleading, insincere apologies and general stuff that is a complete turn-off. We would have left if we could, but we couldn't.  So she eventually was persuaded back - awkward hand jobs for the boys and we called it a night.

The morning came with no resolution between them; we had heard muted exchanges until we fell asleep the previous night. Breakfast was a thoroughly awkward affair as a result of having witnessed the row.  Then, over the eggs and bacon came the casual racism.  I made my stance on equality clear and he brought out his steamroller of extreme rudeness, the matching twin to the previous night's obliviousness. Young at heart this man is not and never will be with narrow views like those. We left, making not the slightest promise to see them again and shook the dust from our feet, shuddering more than slightly.

We drove home, and didn't swing again for half a year.  That pretty much tells you all you need to know!