Swinging, sort of near the seaside - part one

Claire here. So, John mentioned the experience that partially precipitated our pause in swinging shenanigans.  This all happened in Autumn of 2012, but we never documented it then: I shall now detail.

We found a couple through our normal website channels who were a bit older, but said they were "young at heart". She was hot and he seemed fun on the telephone and certainly had interesting hobbies (other than swinging.) They were looking for a more "steady" couple and we thought we'd see how things went, so arranged a night at their place, near the seaside.

When I called to talk details prior to our first meet, he was all excited and clearly a proud cook - he went over the menu in great detail in our conversation and wanted us to call when we were an hour away, so that he could get the timing just right. She was quiet, but seemed to be actually interested.

We checked in to our hotel, right on the seafront, washed up and went over. We got a hotel because we hadn't had an explicit invitation to stay the night AND we wanted some place close to go if it all went tits up on our first meeting.

However, we soon felt our precaution was unnecessary. It was a lovely meal, far too much food if I am honest, and interesting, if somewhat one-person dominated, conversation. He was almost wounded and deeply apologetic that he had not been more clear in his offer of overnight accommodation.

We we shown our room (if we wanted it) for the night which was a lovely four poster bed.  We had a normally awkward segue, but wound up with some fun oral sex. I think we all wanted to instigate full swap, but no one felt comfy enough to ask, so we didn't.

So, after the evening,we drove back to our hotel in the wee hours, and made the walk of shame back to our room, and went home just fine with the whole experience. We agreed we should go back again for more, and soon...