We went and quickly discovered that swingers were just regular people. We read about local clubs and found that they were, in many respects, just like any other club where you could have a drink at the bar and get sweaty dancing to top 40 hits. Initially, he did most of the talking and asked me questions. The key to this gradual paradigm shift was that I never felt coerced or manipulated. He would ask me to describe my fantasies; then he would talk about his. I, of course, was curious about what went on in the back, and we had already decided that we were not going to touch anyone else, so I felt safe enough to check it out. Sorry, at this time, No anal, no dick sucking, no mouth to mouth kissing, no bareback or raw penetration non-latex condoms, supplied by me, must be used. You are welcome to pin her down, spread her legs, to exposed and gain access to her tight wet throbbing married pussy and thrust your big hard hard black dick, ball deep up inside her love canal, forcing her to scream, moan and experience uncontrollable intense orgasms and mind blowing sexual pleasures as you thrust deep up inside her, stretching and touching places that have never been touched before? Rather than trying to influence me in his own words, he put us in a setting where other, regular people could influence me through their actions. He never tired of listing the many non-sexual things he loved about me. As I read back through this, I realize it sounds like my husband had a master plan to get me to do what he wanted. The transformation was complete: Sure, a couple women took their tops off and got on the pole, but I felt no pressure to join. Everybody wants to make their partner feel happy. Forget about sex — how do you get the boss to give you a raise? He would point out people at the mall who he would like to see me with not who HE would like to be with, because that could be threatening. When we embarked on our sexual adventure, I had some pretty strict boundaries concerning what I was game for.