Our good friends invited us to join them on a family camping trip (June 2007). It all seemed innocent enough, though Mr. Sweet and I cracked jokes when it was decided that the adults share one tent, and the kids share another. The first night, after the kids were all tucked in, our friends revealed to us they had started swinging. I could tell they were very nervous about telling us—especially me, since they had the impression that I was a bit of a prude.
I was very intrigued, though I’d never giving swinging any thought before. It simply never occurred to me that it was an option. I wanted so badly to ask them a bunch of questions, but Mr. Sweet said that, “Hey, that’s great for you and all that, but I don’t think she (Mrs. Sweet) would go for it. Boy, was HE ever wrong! Needless to say, I pulled him aside or a private discussion at the first available opportunity.
The next evening we did ask a bunch of questions, and our friends told us the story of their first Meet & Greet. Let me tell you, it was HOT. I hope they post it someday (hint, hint). Anyway, I got so turned on, Mr. Sweet and I ended up sneaking off to the camp showers in the middle of the night!
A few months later we joined our friends at a Meet & Greet. It was fun, but not nearly as much fun as our initiation later that night. =)
