What does 'swinging' mean to me......

Sometimes I hook-up at the parties and sometimes I don't, and I always enjoy the fresh sexual excitement and arousal. That fresh impulse of sexual energy makes life significantly more fun.

This thought comes to mind because we missed a party recently and we still enjoyed a really fun refreshing of the sexual excitement between us. We caught a mild cold, most likely from the grandkids. No fever or major discomfort, just constant sinus drainage. Because we both had the same symptoms, we had no concern about transmitting any illness between us, but we didn't want to share that with folks we consider friends. The symptoms were subsiding but not quite quick enough. We were hoping to be past the symptoms and communicable stage before the party, but it didn't happen.

So, there we were all week, anticipating the party and nearly killing each other with happy playful sex with an intensity that surely contributes toward global warming. We walked through the neighborhood in the evenings and entertained each other with thoughts about who we might hook up with or what activities we might be interested in. We're enjoying the best sex of our lives. All the chores get done with a (residual) smile and we do all those special little somethings that makes each other happier. We're intoxicated by newlywed punch.

We let the hosts know to not expect us at the party. All sexed up and nowhere to go - we have a "house party for two". Steaks on the grill, bottle of wine, fresh herbs from the garden, cheese, fruit and of course chocolate. Fire up the hot tub and cover the living room furniture with sheets. Classic Rock - elevator music, candles and a little smoke. We must have fogged all the windows in the house, the air is thick and musty. It hurts just a little bit to straighten out the toes. Thruster muscles have that post workout glow and the room spins a little longer than it usually does. Whoever wakes up first, has their choice of party attendees to attack.....

So, we don't even need to attend the party to derive a rewarding benefit from swinging. The mind, is indeed the most powerful sex organ. And it's the primitive, instinctual components of the brain that swinging targets with its magic arrows. Fundamental brain chemistry may be too deep for a blog and I'm not sure I fully understand it myself. I think I understand it well enough to use some of its features to my advantage, and swinging plays a role in that manipulation.

It's a crime against humanity to label responsible nonmogogamy as immoral. Responsible swinging is fully consistent with the golden rule. The benefit we derive from other swingers is just as wholesome as the benefit they derive from us. There's a synergy in the exchange that makes the resulting benefits greater than the inputs. (Swinging would make one helluva perpetual motion machine - but that's another blog completely.) I believe society has fostered the ubiquity of immoral cheating by labeling responsible swinging as immoral. I wonder if the early patriarchs of the ascetic morality would adjust their prescriptions to avoid the scandalous state of current affairs.