Swinging: The Games Your Neighbours Play
The Games Your Neighbours PlayYour neighbours are doing it.Your relatives are doing it.Even your colleagues are doing it.(Especially your colleagues.)But what is swinging?Despite being an activity enjoyed by millions worldwide (4 million in the US alone), little is known about the enormous subculture that exists. Turned on to swinging by a chance series of events in his life, author Mark Brendon found it to be stimulating, satisfying and emotionally rewarding, an experience totally at odds with the often cynical and always inaccurate picture presented by the media.Opening with an orgy scene where a tetchy husband is urging his otherwise-engaged wife to ‘hurry up, the babysitter’s waiting’ this revealing and edifying book is sure to shock some but aims to paint a realistic picture of the relative normality of this style of living. Filled with case studies, conversations and bon mots Brendon expertly crafts a fascinating book that manages to be an absorbing take on social history and a stimulating work of erotica all rolled into one.Honest, funny, thoughtful and erotic the author entertains and enlightens the reader as he describes attending parties held in clubs, on beaches and in private homes throughout Britain and beyond. He explores why, where and how your neighbours swing, outlines the subculture’s history, principles and rules and looks to a future in which swinging might just save some of our most cherished institutions – including marriage itself. Thoughtful, racy and funny, this fascinating book will appeal to experienced swingers and 'vanillas' alike.This is the only accurate guide available; a remarkable and fascinating insight into the world of swingers by a skilled and accomplished writer.
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Swinging
The Games Your Neighbours Play
Mark Brendon
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1: Introduction and Apologia
Chapter 4: Affection, Flirtation, Adventure…
Chapter 5: ‘None of Us Wanted Ownership…’
Chapter 6: A Whore and a Vagabond
Chapter 1: Swinging and Morality
Chapter 2: The Yuckiness Factor
Chapter 3: Does Gastronomy ‘Devalue’ Home Cooking?
Chapter 4: The Nastiest Obligation of All…
Chapter 6: The Vanilla One-Night Stand
Chapter 7: Swinging and Health
Chapter 8: ‘I Was Born Naked in Eden, Wasn’t I?’
Chapter 1: Invitation to an Orgy
Chapter 2: A Cinderella with a Fuck-Card
Chapter 4: Dressing to Undress
Chapter 6: Giuoco Delle Coppie
Chapter 7: Intermezzo Interrotto
Chapter 8: ‘After You‘ve—You Know?’
Chapter 3: Bisexuality in Swinging
Chapter 5: In Defense of Hedonism
Chapter 6: When the Fun Was Taken Out of Sex
Chapter 7: The Liberating Condom
Chapter 8: The Origins of Swinging
Chapter 10: Swinging in the ’70s
Chapter 11: The ’80s and Beyond
Chapter 2: local-swingers.co.uk
Chapter 9: …and Occasional Perils
Chapter 10: Safer Than Trawling
Chapter 2: ‘All Those Years, I’d Been Conned…’
Chapter 4: ‘It’s Me-Time Now…’
Chapter 5: Swinging and Marriage
Chapter 6: Taking Over the Driving
Chapter 9: Couples Starting Out
Chapter 10: Not for the Impatient
Chapter 1: Swinging and Emotions
Chapter 3: ‘Let the Girls Have Their Fun’
Chapter 6: ‘Tongues, or He’ll Suspect!’
Chapter 8: The Danger of reality
Chapter 1: Antecedents and Influences
Chapter 2: Orgies as Seasonal Contraceptives?
Chapter 3: The Persistence of Orgies
Chapter 4: Dollymops and Midinettes
Chapter 6: Kissing and Fucking Considered as Fine Arts
Chapter 7: The Freedom of Forgiveness
Chapter 5: having Your Cake and Eating it
Chapter 6: ‘That Frivolous Pretence…’
Chapter 7: Elaboration, Adornment, Prolongation, Enrichment…
Chapter 8: A Cautious Commendation
LAST NIGHT, MY GIRLFRIEND CHRISTY and I were having sex with a woman—mid-thirties, toned, blonde.
The blonde woman was lying on her back on a bed, hands fluttering at my hip-bones. She had slender legs encased in black hold-up stockings, a rose tattooed on her left inner thigh, a plush, shaven pussy on which we had both been lavishing attention for a good twenty minutes, a diamante ring in her belly-button, and a sweet smile.
Neither of us could actually see that smile just then, because another girl was sitting on it—one pair of lips athwart another.
This other girl was naked and tanned deep copper, with a sliver of white skin left by the tiniest of briefs. She had short, spiky, dark brown hair.
She had introduced herself to us half an hour earlier as Laurie. She had shaken our hands then, pecked our cheeks, said ‘Hi! So, where are you from?’
Now she hung, gasping, her right hand gripping my left shoulder, her left on the nape of Christy’s neck. Her tongue lit a tangled fuse up my throat and along my jawbone and occasionally slithered into my mouth as we both—in our different ways—used the woman beneath us for our pleasure.
The blonde woman’s tongue emerged to flicker at, and to writhe into, the cleft above it, vanished then returned like a gale-blown flame.
Christy was on her hands and knees at right angles to us. Ducking down beneath Laurie, she nuzzled at the blonde woman’s breasts and stomach while her left hand reached down to finger the prone woman’s clitoris. She grinned up at me, then turned her head upward to kiss and nibble at Laurie’s nipples.
Christy’s body was being jerked and breath and sound forced from her by the man kneeling behind her. This was Laurie’s boyfriend, who was—I think—called Steve. He was as fair as she was dark, with a bang of fair honey-coloured flopping over his face. He was not Christy’s type, and he did what he was doing monotonously, as though he had just one gear. He said ‘Yeah,’ each time his belly slapped against her buttocks. That was monotonous too. She did not even look at him. She was concentrating on the feasting and the sensations up front.
