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And a time for every purpose, under heaven...
To every season, turn turn turn, at least thats how the song goes, where we are suppose to accept the changes in life and our eventual deaths as just part of the way things work. Its a nice philosophy, comforting without the blanket of religion, and relatively true.
It also sucks when it happens to you.
When it comes to us, as in my wife and I, I think our seasons are turning. Our kids are of an age that they take more and more of our time, and its time I won't begrudge them to meet up with 'sexycouple69'.
Swinging is a hobby to us, not a lifestyle, and its been a very educational and often fun (and sometimes not so fun) hobby. Its made us closer than almost any marriage, its broken the bonds of jealousy, and being at an age now when the first separations and divorces are beginning among my vanilla friends its made me feel our marriage is unbreakable. I don't know if I can credit swinging with that, I know swingers get divorces too, but in our case it sure didn't hurt.
But even while typing this, I had my youngest bring me a picture book to read, my wife is busy working on a project on her computer, and has several new 'hobbies' which will improve her health and her mind. I myself have started a few new ones on my own, but the gym still bores me to much to go that direction.
To put it mildly we have several irons in the fire, and I just can't find room for swinging. If I may continue a bad analogy beating our heads against the anvil that is finding compatible couples so I may quench my red hot sword in another bucket of water seems more like a chore than a joy. That really was bad wasn't it?
So where does this leave us, the chicups? In a sort of swinging limbo. Oddly for not having time to swing, my last encounter was a week ago, our last encounter together less than a month. By every vanilla definition of swinging, we are still swingers, yet swinger to swinger, we know playing with a long friendly couple is not the same as living the lifestyle at least thats my opinion on the matter.
So we stand at a turn. One way will be to go back to our old ways, put up that add, find a overnight babysitter and do what we enjoy, the other is to drop the whole thing, and turn our extended break into a semi-retirement.
Where are we going to end up? Ask me in six months.
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