Most cuckolding aficionados who are familiar with cuckoldry and its history are aware of the cuckold horns hand sign. Let’s explore how the hand sign originated. There are various theories how the two finger sign came to symbolize cuckolding. And how it also signified cuckold humiliation. Some historians feel the sign originated as a symbol of ironic mockery. Horns represented masculinity and virility which a cuckold lacked. Even the essence of horns held magical power in times past. Older or impotent men might have been prescribed a powder of ground buck horns to treat libido issues in the Middle Ages. Various beasts use their horns to rub bark off trees to mark territory. Males who had no horns could not mark or claim their territory including their wives. Another theory purported the sign of the horns signified that the weak cuckold didn’t know that the beast with horns had snuck up behind him and stolen his wife. Surprise, your wife has been fucking a more virile male!
What is also interesting about cuckolding history in Europe, the British Isles and Scandinavia, is that the wife who strayed on her husband to have sex with another man, committing infidelity, was not punished. In other cultures, the punishment for infidelity might have been extremely severe, including the sentence of death to the cheating wife. Instead, the fact that a wife strayed from her husband was cause to believe her husband was impotent, unmanly, weak, sterile or a combination thereof. And the man who slept with her was perceived as manly, powerful, virile. Cuckolding structured a male hierarchy. This biological imperative and social practice allowed women to pursue sex with an Alpha male. And also served the perpetuation of humanity at the time when life was fragile due to wars, pestilence and disease. A woman who was seeking out an Alpha male for sex and ultimately to mate and bear offspring, was ensuring that the most Alpha genes continued.
Most cuckolds already know the origination of the term cuckold comes from the cuckoo bird, the bird synonymous with the cuckoo clock. Cuckoo birds have an interesting mating phenomenon that orders the Alpha and beta of the species, both male and female. Alpha cuckoo birds mate with superior Alpha females. Alpha female cuckoo birds reject beta male sexual advances. However, female cuckoo birds will allow beta male cuckoos to help build nests, sit on eggs to keep them warm and feed hatchlings. This especially frees the Alpha female of such time-consuming responsibilities and allows her to resume her sexual availability for Alpha male mating… furthering the perpetuation of the species. In addition, Alpha female cuckoos will sometimes lay their eggs in a lesser female’s nest expecting that female and her beta male cuckoo to raise her feathered flock.
As observers of cuckoo bird behavior, Germans, Swiss and Austrians began fashioning the signature clocks centuries ago. These Europeans also originated the the cuckoo bird’s name from the unique sound of the cuckoo’s bird call. The term cuckold is derived from the cuckoo’s sexual and domestic behavior. Cuckoldry exists in many species as cuckolding is, at its very essence, crucial to the survival of a species. Cuckolding frees up genetically superior members of a species from familial duties, so they can focus on mate selection and actual mating.
It is important for beta males and cuckolds to realize they are not viewed as mating material by females. Nevertheless, cuckolds do have a place in the world, to sustain higher status females who seek superior males for mating and to support these females once they do. Alpha males will literally swoop around spreading their genetic material. It is their purpose. Their purpose is not to be burdened with raising a family or a flock. That burden falls on the cuckoo cuckold.
Orson Welles ad libbed these lines in the classic film, The Third Man (1949). Enjoy.
“In Italy for 30 years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed. They produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace. And what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.”
In this classic painting dated 1664 by Dutch master and contemporary of Rembrandt, Jan Steen, titled “Celebrating the Birth”, we see cuckolding en tableau. This scene is visually rich with cuckolding imagery. Note the grinning man miming the cuckold sign of the horns above the baby’s head. Interestingly, art historians determined the cuckold hand sign had been painted over during the 19th century. This was likely ordered by a collector or curator who took offense to the cuckolding horns and viewed them as profanity. The painting was restored to its original status only thirty years ago.
The man illustrating the cuckold humiliation is believed to be the artist himself, who inserted his likeness into the painting to add contrasting emphasis to the cuckold, an older man holding the newborn baby. Art scholars believe the baby to be a son. A celebration would traditionally be held to celebrate a male heir. However, this is obviously not the older man’s child, but the child of the man portrayed by the painter. Symbolic elements in the painting reveal more metaphor. The brass bed warmer, conspicuous in the forefront of the painting, signified that coals in the bed warmer were keeping the bed warmed. It denotes a lack of marital sex, that the older husband lost his libido. The wife is not so much a powerful cuckoldress as a resourceful woman with no other options, but to engage in sex with another man, driven to do so by her husband’s impotency in order to produce heirs or offspring.
The older man is holding quite a large purse, which indicates some level of wealth. This wealth has enabled him to attract the younger bride and to provide for her. But the painter has added a few other elements which mock the purported father. Namely that he is wearing an apron and holding a set of keys. Key holding in that time was the duty of the woman of the house, sometimes referred to as the chatelaine in larger households. Wearing an apron is a humiliating emasculation. Other symbolism includes the eggshells on the floor, eggs which had been cracked and used as ingredients to prepare a celebratory feast. The term cracking eggs was an expression for having sex in 17th century Netherlands. Obviously, the girl grabbing the phallic looking limp sausage hanging above the fireplace is strong sexual innuendo. Note her gaze is deliberately directed outward to those viewing the painting, instead of interacting with the family, midwife or other cooks. She wants us to be aware of the sexual farce unfolding before us.
There is a huge uproar over L.A. Clippers owner Donald Sterling’s taped comments to his ex-girlfriend V. about her interactions with black men and the rules he was imposing in regard to how she conduct herself with blacks. The majority of this uproar is purely focused on outrage over his racism. However, just for a moment, consider another viewpoint. Consider that Donald Sterling is not only a racist, but also a cuckold.
Quotes from his tape originally appeared on TMZ.com and I will re-quote one of them to illustrate my point:
“You can sleep with [black people]. You can bring them in, you can do whatever you want. The little I ask you is not to promote it on (Instagram) … and not to bring them to my games.”
Only a cuckold would say this to his girlfriend. Cuckolds often fantasize, as my blog illustrates, about beautiful women having sex with black men. He basically tells V. she can bring BBC studs to the house. A popular cuckolding fantasy embraces sexually dominant Alpha black males coming to a cuckold’s house to have sex with his girlfriend or wife. Sterling asks that V. not Instagram photos of her with black men, including NBA great Magic Johnson and L.A. Dodgers player Matt Kemp (who is mixed race), and to not bring them to “his” games. Clearly, this is a man who doesn’t mind private sexual cuckolding, but wants his public image to be that of a man of power, not that of a weak, inferior cuck. He is clearly territorial over his team and the ownership of his team is strongly tied to his public persona. He does not want his white beta male sexuality to be in question.
I believe for his interracial cuckold fantasy to be upheld, he must perceive V. to be Latina and not black, even though she is mixed race, of both hispanic and black heritage. V. admitted whenever she brought up with Sterling that she was part black, Sterling immediately dismissed it, as if he didn’t want to acknowledge it at all. And in the tape, he told her that she is “supposed to be a delicate white or a delicate Latina girl.” Sterling is apparently delusional over his girlfriend’s true ethnicity. It would ruin his interracial cuckold fantasy for him to see her as anything but white or Latina.
V. Stiviano and the word golddigger are now synonymous in pop culture. Stiviano, nee Vanessa Perez, was gifted nearly 2 million in real estate and luxury vehicles. Plus sources observed she had a credit card that most likely came from Sterling to use to shop till she got dropped. V. lived the high life for 4 years as Sterling’s courtesan. V. claims their relationship was professional and that he was essentially paying her to make public appearances with him. This fact became even more believable given news stories have corroborated rumors that Sterling is suffering from prostate cancer. What older rich man with a few good years left doesn’t want a beautiful girl by his side to enjoy her company? As a billionaire, the gifts he gave V. and her use of his credit card to charge whatever she wished were a mere pittance to him.
Sterling changed his last name from Tokowitz to Sterling, in essence, ashamed to carry a name that alluded to his Jewish heritage. The name Sterling is all about wealth and acquired bling. He is clearly a very insecure man, insecure sexually, insecure ethnically and insecure with his image. He has been known to keep his hair an unflattering shade of brown, eschewing more age-appropriate and less desperate looking naturally grey hair. Perhaps he has a small penis, it wouldn’t surprise me. Perhaps he is no longer virile at age 80 and beyond boner assistance that Viagra could offer. He can “buy” a beautiful and sexy young girlfriend with his money, but he cannot satisfy her sexually. Still, he longs to be aroused in the only still functioning sexual organ he has, his brain. Cuckolding fulfills that.
For his cuckold fantasy to hold its power, V. must not interact with black men in any social settings or be seen with them at his games. He upholds her as a cuckoldress who must be above common interactions with black people. Her only association with black men must be sexual. His racism is evident from his inferences that black people are not to be associated with, that black people are beneath her and beneath him. This is a very antebellum and class-biased attitude toward blacks that acts in ironic counterpoint to permitting V. to have what Sterling perceives to be interracial sex with black men.
ESPN analyst Chris Broussard stated that Sterling’s racism was similar to that of a black slave master. I would agree. Sterling’s view of black men is that they should go out on the court and do as they are enslaved by contract to do. They are not to be mingled with. However, as early interracial sexual fantasies detailed, white women secretly desired sexual trysts with black slaves. Cuckolding in America is deeply ingrained by the perception of the black male’s sexual superiority over the white male. This paradigm is part of American sexual culture and has been for centuries.
It remains to be seen what the fallout of this situation will be for Donald Sterling. I imagine he will be asked to turn in his NBA owner’s “card” and will live the rest of his days in the shadows of the hall of shame.
Coda: In 2011, a guest blogger wrote about Cuckold Psychology on my Cuckoldress blog. Click the link to get a glimpse inside a white cuckold’s mind. Specific elements of his analysis might very well apply to Donald Sterling.
peewee cuckold notes how white girls in the UK, from his fiancee’s BFF to celebs, are Interracial Cuckoldresses
It’s been an interesting start to this year for us. We heard yesterday, via text messages, that my fiancee’s friend, Jennifer (name changed and, in fact, all names changed in this blog post) has now separated from her white husband. We’re still waiting on specifics, but it sounds like she’s been cheating on him or rather, cuckolding him! My fiancee is convinced that she’s been “fucking a black man, because she always talks about ‘big black cock'”! Has Jennifer decided to exercise her rights as an Interracial Cuckoldress and has she chosen black male sexual superiority over white male inferiority? This provoked so many thrilling chats and text messages tonight and today. Here are some examples of them:
Fiancee: “She always mentions big black cock”.
Me: “What, always?”
Fiancee: “Yes, every time I’ve been with her lately, she talks about black cock.”
Me: “Wow. Well… how does she raise the subject [I laugh]; does she say ‘Hi, how are you? Oh, getting back to big black cock…’?”
Fiancee: “I don’t know, she just always finds a way to talk about black men.”
Me: “Maybe she’s slept with her husband’s black friend? You told me she had done in the past?”
Fiancee: “It won’t be Damian. Jennifer likes strong black men. He’s soft and light coloured. She likes really big black cock! No, it won’t be Damian.”
Me: “….oh right… Oh my God…”
Me: “…it’ll be hard for her husband to take. Seeing Jennifer with a huge black man.”
Fiancee: “Oh it will. Poor lad.”
Me: “Why did she marry a white man if she prefers black men?”
Fiancee: “She did love him. But she’s always loved big black cock. You’ve heard her – she doesn’t deny it.”
Me: “Well this was always going to happen eventually then?”
Fiancee: “Yeah, probably. So I bet she’s told her hubby that she’s been fucking a big black man.”
Me: “Do you think she’ll introduce her new man to the group [i.e. the couples, my fiancee and I included]?”
Fiancee: “In time, I think she will. Yes.”
Me: “It’ll be hard for us blokes ’cause we always sit together. We’ll have to embrace this huge black man in her ex hubby’s place whilst you girls sit across the room talking about how much better he is than her ex!”
Fiancee: “Yeah, it will be hard on you boys. But I bet you don’t say anything!!”
Me: “Oh no way. I wouldn’t dare!”
Fiancee: “Exactly. In a way, it’s good that her next fella will be a big black guy, because he won’t take any shit of you lot!”
Me: “… true…”
Me: “Hasn’t she made her husband get her name tattoo’d all over his body?”
Fiancee: “Oh God yeah! She has. He’s covered in her name!”
Me: “That’s out of order. She’s totally fucked him over now.”
Fiancee: “Yes, that’s harsh.”
Me: “I bet she gets her black man’s name all over her body now!”
Fiancee: “Yeah, like my other friend Amelia’s little sister. She’ll get ‘Reggie’ or something inked on her neckline!”
Little did my fiancee know this, but I had so many erections just reading her text messages, as she described her best friend’s addiction to big black cock, and the undertone that proves that my fiancee is aware, and fully endorsing of, the stereotypical sexual superiority of the black male. I hope you are proud of my role here too Empress Sara, as I have created an environment where my fiancee feels totally comfortable in describing black men as superior specimens to her own betrothed. She KNOWS that I am aware of the fact that black men are bigger and better, and that nowadays attractive white women will gravitate to big black cock!
Just today, the two stories in the newspaper that I chose to read out to my fiancee were:
1) How Big Brother hottie and glamour model Hazel O’Sullivan is now dating black football player, Andros Townsend;
2) How Nadine Coyle, from Girls Aloud, is now going to marry Jason Bell, the huge black NFL father of her imminent baby
My fiancee took the news in her stride, as if recognizing that ALL white celeb-u-hotties are going black. I had deliberately stayed in my dowdy pjs all day, and ran around doing household errands, so as to emphasize the difference between the virile and satisfying sexual potency of the black men we have been talking about, and the inadequate but domesticated dutiful little whitebois. In time, I dream that Jennifer will influence my fiancee to follow her lead. God knows I’ve heard enough to realize that my fiancee is in awe of the big black cock!! Only I pray that my fiancee will keep me dangling like a whiteboi puppet as she goes black, and perhaps agree to let me watch as she parts her thighs for a massive black man. Who knows, I may even be allowed to clean her up afterwards!
Here is my embarrassing confession for your blog readers about how I was turned into a cuckold without even realizing. When my wife and I were first dating, it was only a few weeks into our dating relationship when she brought over her big black dildo to play with. Instead of me being a man and saying, get that thing out of here, my cock is enough for you (I have 7 inches), she made me lick her pussy while I fucked her with the BBC toy. She got so wet. I would fuck her after the toy had been inside of her and let me tell you that this sex was like sloppy seconds. She was so wet, my cock would slip out of her especially in certain positions like doggy-style. I should have known I was being cuckolded, but I thought it was just what she liked sexually, that she was a little kinky. Then one night when we were out at a club, she told me how at this very club about a year ago, she had fucked a black guy in the bathroom. While I thought that was kind of sexy and edgy, I didn’t know how edgy until she added that she had gone to the club with her white ex-boyfriend (meaning her boyfriend at the time) and hooked up with the black guy in the bathroom. She said she and her ex went home and fucked, but she had made him lick her pussy first. He had commented that her pussy was very salty and she said it was from dancing at the club, the sweat. He believed her! I thought wow he was so naive. But, I definitely kept my eyes on her all night at the club and watched every move she made!
Little did I realize that my girlfriend, now my wife, would be cuckolding me, not just with a BBC dildo, but by going out and having sex with black men at her whim. And when I confronted her about cheating on me, she said she wasn’t cheating on me, that I knew she loved big black cocks from the time we first met! Deeper into our argument, I even mentioned the word cuckold and she didn’t even know what it meant! She was doing this to me, out of sexual desire, out of need, without any knowledge of the concept of cuckolding. After that night, I didn’t even want to admit to myself that I was a cuckold. I tried to brush it off thinking that she was just cheating. But then I realized that I was a cuck and that I needed to accept it and if I wanted to keep my beautiful wife, I’d have to let her fuck well-hung black bulls so that she could experience the ultimate sexual satisfaction she craved, that she could not get from me. And so that is where our relationship is now, and descending deeper into cuckoldry as I now eagerly lick out creampies after she returns home after fucking one of her BBC bulls.
I was cuckolded by my girlfriend, Fabiola, who is now my ex-girlfriend. We were living together, but she was always out partying with her friends from work. To make a long cuckold story short, and pun intended about my dick or lack of a dick, she met another guy who she was into and then one evening, I got home from work and she was gone. I know you need details for anything you post on Cuckoldress, so here are some details about me and Fabiola:
She would get home late, a little boozed up and never want sex with me. Not that I could blame her, she mocked how my tiny penis couldn’t get her off and she couldn’t feel it the few times we did have sex. So our sex life was me jerking off to porn and calling phone sex lines and her getting fucked by other men.
I knew it was only a matter of time before she left, but until then, at least all my friends and people I worked with didn’t think I was a pindick loser. They thought I had a hot piece living with me and everything was literally just “fab”. Fabiola didn’t even tell me she was moving in with some other dude. She texted me later that night that she had forgotten some things and would I put them in a bag, that she and her new man would be by to pick them up. Nothing about “goodbye” or “I left”. But I guess that was obvious.
Her new man even owned a car she said (I live in New York City and don’t own a car and the way she said it made it seem like he was superior for owning a car and keeping a car garaged in the city), so they’d swing by and he’d double park while she ran up to pick up the stuff she forgot. Like a dutiful cuckold, I put together all the things she forgot into a shopping bag and waited for her to show up. When she buzzed, I let her in, and I was actually kinda erect.
Fabiola is a stunning Brazilian girl who works for a modeling agency in the city. She has amazing tan skin, long dark hair, full lips. On retrospect, I think she was really only after a place to live, she first told me her place had been overrun by bed bugs. But later she told me, she was finding out after coming to NYC to work, that she could get men to do what she wanted. Why should she have to pay rent or spend any of her money. Men should spend money on her. Obviously, I was an easy target, a small dick loser she turned into a cuckold she could manipulate emotionally and financially. I had even given her credit cards to use for shopping and she shopped and spent whatever she wanted, leaving me with huge credit card bills to deal with, but I knew if I complained, she might leave me. So, I let her shop to her heart’s content.
The dirty: Fabi used me as a cuckold while she went “real man” shopping. She even told me when she walked in to get her bag that her new dude was a real man and I was not. Her new man had a huge cock. Her new man made more money than me. Then she proceeded to pull down her little shorts and panties and showed me her pussy and said this was the last time I would ever see her pussy and I better get on my knees and kiss it goodbye. At this point I was so aroused seeing her hypnotic pussy, I dropped to my knees in front of her and kissed her pussy lips. Then told me I was such a corno (the word for cuckold in Portuguese) and pulled up her panties and shorts, took her bag and left. I hope you can use my cuckold story for your blog. I know if you post it, just reading it on your blog will make me feel weak.
Here is my sad pathetic story about how I got cuckolded by my girlfriend. My girlfriend is always talking about celebrities and loves to read celebrity blogs and especially comments about interracial relationships. She watches the Kardashians reality tv show and then tells me how much Kim and Khloe love big black cock and that she’s seen black cock pictures on the internet and they look so huge. When she tells me this, my whiteboy dick starts to shrink in fear, but then gets hard, knowing how excited she is by black men and their big cocks. One night we had a fight while we were out at a club, we’d been drinking. Whenever she drinks, she gets a little crazy. I shouldn’t have left her there alone, but I did. I knew she could get home to our apartment in a taxi so I wasn’t worried. Well, she didn’t roll in till about 6 a.m. It was light outside and she looked like a ragdoll. Her hair was all messed up, her dress was like, I looked at it and realized her tight black dress with laser cut slits was on backwards. Her stockings were gone. She had no lip gloss left on her lips. She said she needed to take a shower. I could smell rum on her breath when I kissed her, she had been been drinking rum and diet cokes all night. But I also swore I could smell something saltier, like sweat or cum or something.
So I went back to bed and lay there. She took her shower then came in the bedroom. She had popped on one of her little sleep t-shirts and climbed into bed. I tried to have sex with her, but she pushed me away and said she was too tired. Later that morning, but close to noon, while she was still sleeping, her cell phone was vibrating like off the hook. She doesn’t keep her cell phone locked down, so I thought, shit, I’ll check her text messages. Some are from her girls wanting to know if she’s ok, and the others are from a number I don’t recognize. “Is your pussy sore? Want some more of this?” “Wakey wakey taste the bakey.” And then there was a picture of a big black cock. Staring at me on her phone. I wanted to throw the phone against the wall, but instead I jacked off right next to my girlfriend imagining her tight little pussy getting fucked by that huge black cock. Now what do I do?
Cuckolded by a cell phone photo of a BBC
When I bought a new BMW, some girls I know wanted me to take them out clubbing in my new car. They told me I had to be their designated driver and I wasn’t allowed to drink. I didn’t dream that I was going to be cuckolded by hot girls. That night I also had to pay all the door charges and drinks for everyone, even some of their hottie BFFs they ran into. I’ll admit I’m not the hottest guy around by any stretch. I’m kind of nerdy, skinny, pale and wear glasses, but I make a lot of money as a software engineer and the BMW was a reward to myself. I mistakenly thought that in exchange for driving around these girls and paying for everything, at least one of them would flirt with me, but all they did was talk to each other and text and ignore me. Still, just being around three hot chicks all night was giving me a stiffie. Then as the girls got more drunk, they started flirting with other guys at the last club we went to and two of them even split and went home with those guys leaving me with Kyra.
I fantasized that Kyra would be really drunk, horny and want me, but when I was driving her back to her place, all she was doing was texting other friends the details about her two friends who were hooking up. Then Kyra told me as we were getting back to her place was that we should swap cars for the rest of the weekend. Her Hyundai for my BMW. She said she loved the way my new car smelled and she wanted to drive it around and would drop it off Sunday night. I thought I might score some pussy on Sunday night when she brought my BMW back, so I let her have the keys and drove her older Hyundai back home. Then I just jerked off imagining getting some pussy, because of the new BMW. Well, it’s been a week since I’ve seen my BMW. I keep calling and texting Kyra, but all she does is text me back that “you can keep driving the Hyundai cuz it’s what you deserve”. And I feel so powerless and weak. I’ve been masturbating like a cuckold all week thinking about Kyra driving my car and maybe taking her friends out in my car. I think this is what you wrote about on your other blog and called it “car cuckolding”. Plus I know if I call the cops, they will just laugh at me. The pathetic thing is I told all my friends I bought a new Bimmer and they’re like where is it and I lied and said there were some problems with it and it’s being fixed and I’m driving a rental car! I’m so humiliated. I know I’ve been cuckolded by hot girls, even if in this definition of cuckolding, they are ignoring me and driving my car and possibly using my car to go out and hook up with other guys.
weak and cuckolded
guest post by an Australian couple exploring the swinging lifestyle and how it differs from the cuckolding lifestyle…
As anyone involved in the lifestyle will know, being a cuckold can take many forms and means different things to everyone. Some couples engaging in the milder forms of this relationship dynamic may choose not to directly involve other people in order for the cuckolding to take place. This may be in the form of sharing photographs of one’s partners or inviting others to engage in erotic conversation or role play based around the theme of taking sexual control out of the cuck’s hands. Given the exciting but potentially extreme nature of a cuckold relationship, for a number of couples this hands off approach offers much of the benefits of sexual contact with others but without any of the potentially intrusive negative elements.
For couples more deeply involved with the cuckold idea, there is usually an involvement with the swingers lifestyle in order to facilitate inclusion of additional sexual partners from outside established relationships. Although cuckolding fits extremely nicely with swinging, the “standard” swinging scene does not generally fulfill the same desires as cuckolding. For many couples, the sharing element of partner swapping is based on a foundation of trust and equality which are precisely the opposite of what a cuckolding interactions seeks to explore. Of course cuckold relationships must have even stronger trust than regular swingers’ relationships, but the act of cuckolding is a fundamentally different interaction to that of standard sex with someone other than your usual sexual partner.
On a recent trip to Australia my partner and I were lucky enough to attend a party organized to allow a group of Sydney swingers to explore the cuckold dynamic in a safe and supportive way. Many of this group were very experienced swingers who had been on the scene for some time and had gradually gravitated towards the idea of cuckolding as opposed to the (for experienced swingers) standard idea of vanilla partner swapping. It was extremely interesting to discuss how each couple had a slightly different take on the idea of cuckolding and the variety of combinations and situations they found stimulating.
After a few hours of very sociable and frank conversation, couples started pairing off with other couples who shared compatible ideas and eventually retired to some of the play rooms together. Sometime later, as people drifted back to the bar area afterwards, there was an excellent atmosphere with a palpable sexual tension borne of the exploration that had happened during the evening. Couples discussed what had gone on and how their experiences could be extended with some being content to gently play with the ideas they’d explored and others considering how to make the ultimate leap into the totally immersive 24/7 lifestyle that true cuckold couples enjoy.
For us it was only even going to be another holiday experiment and a way to explore our own sexuality as individuals and as a couple, but it was an extremely exciting evening and it proved once again that swingers are indeed some of the most interesting and sexually dynamic people you can hope to meet.