When a close friend of mine came clean about why she's been on the missing list over the past few months, I was intrigued. She and her partner had taken up swinging.I did a bit of research online and found a whole world of sites claiming to organise swinger parties in Ireland. An ad hoc group called bbibaby, which had advertised on a few of these sites, caught my attention, so I emailed them to get the low-down.
It happened that the next party was planned for the following Wednesday. Still curious, I thought it would be a good idea to go along to one of these parties as a voyeur -- though not without the nod from my fella.
After some cajoling and horse-trading, he agreed I could go, but only with him as a chaperone. So at 9pm the following Wednesday night, a very dressed-down version of me and a slightly nervous Rory buzzed the bell of the inner-city apartment where the event was taking place. We heard great whoops and wild guffaws of laughter exploding from a room at the end of the corridor and we looked at each other anxiously, smiled and walked towards the room. Rory squeezed my hand as we waited for the door to open and when it did we were pleasantly surprised to be greeted by about six very friendly, well-dressed, very ordinary- looking people. We went into a sitting room where everyone was very chilled out, lounging on couches, sipping wine and chatting about medical insurance, holiday plans and the weather.....
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Источник: independent.ie
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