The Spinster's Exploits

I was once between relationships and ended up agreeing to go to a sex party. This is how it happened:

At 29 I met – and confused – some West Country Swingers. I religiously bought and read Forum magazine to keep me informed and open-minded, but my alternate sexuality as a wannabe spankee was still well under wraps. One day I saw an ad from a man wanting to meet open-minded women for friendship. His ad had a number and I rang – the first woman to do so. I suspect Steve hoped for more, but the chemistry wasn’t there for me, so we met as friends for evenings out.

I knew he wanted to go to sex parties but as a single man he wouldn’t be welcome. Now I happen to be a very nosy cow and have I already said that sex fascinates me? So I agreed to be Steve’s partner for such an event. We went to a pre-party meet with the hosts and several other new couples. At 29 I was the youngest and from memories and photos at my peak of attractiveness – as well as being a dab hand with the make-up brushes! I got a lot of attention, particularly from the host. Steve and I explained I wasn’t interested in partaking of activities but happy to be there. This seemed a little confusing to our hosts but was accepted. I said I wanted the experience to socialise with liberal-minded people and Steve wanted to be part of things.

And it did seem all terribly liberal and ethical – all based on consent – and very civilised. Then at some point Steve realised we were missing a couple of people – a man from one relationship and a woman from another… Our host leapt up in pursuit and returned rather miffed as they were in a bedroom with a locked door! With reassurances that I didn’t have to join in we were accepted for the next party subject to a financial contribution to food and drink.

The evening came and I was very excited. I wore a basque top and layered skirt and stockings and a suspender belt – sexy underwear always made me feel good even when keeping my knickers on!

Our fellow guests were mainly in their forties and fifties and – ordinary – but nicely dressed tending to the sexy as perhaps for a hot date. I got into a conversation with a handsome and fascinating business man who’d started life as a Barnardo’s boy and politely refused his offer for a trip upstairs. Meanwhile our host started muttering darkly in earshot about the possibility of me accepting – so much for consent and liberal values!

The atmosphere changed as an older couple sashayed in – he bollock-naked and she in nothing but heels, pearls and hat. Apparently, they were well known in certain circles. At some point she disappeared upstairs, and this tall, naked man approached me. I politely refused and he asked why I was there. I said to meet people and thought consent was central. He immediately agreed and so I found myself sharing a large armchair with a naked man in his sixties who proceeded to tell me how much he loved his new wife!

He had been in a joyless marriage with little sex and then widowed. His new partner introduced him to the joy of sex and sexual adventures. He was besotted with her but also loved their sexual adventures. He was a genuine sexual liberal and a gracious human being. He lived up to my ideas of true sexual liberation.

I noted that those that had wandered off upstairs tended to come back with just slightly less clothing on their return – mainly their shoes and socks for the men. Mrs Barnardo’s Boy consented to go upstairs with my escort Steve, and more daringly returned nonchalantly in her slip – very 50s glamour somehow! I must admit to inward secret giggles as I thought back to teenage ‘parties’ and get togethers when someone’s parents were away… I was relieved that Steve got his action and despite several trips upstairs I did feel mein host was keeping an inappropriately beady eye on me… And that was it – So much for The Spinster meets the swingers!

I wrote the above during the Covid epidemic and it was only this weekend that I realised what a change of perspective I’ve had since turning seventy this year and being in my current “relationship”/situation. If and when my lover and I get to such an event, I would definitely be up for “play”! Hence this particular blog that let my lover off the hook!

Luckily, by Sunday we decided it was safe to kiss and enjoyed some gorgeous snogs and other attentions during a lovely lie-in celebrating the clocks going back – although the extra hour seemed to have disappeared… And ten it was time to watch more “Lucifer” in between cooking Sunday dinner (me) and gardening (him) – we are so fifties household in a “straight” way sometimes that it makes me giggle when I think about the nature of our relationship.