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I meet a couple of single males and an older woman, Sharon, who
are genuine and attractive and are swinging merely because, like
me, they have been hurt and have done hurt and wish to avoid it in
future.
I join a new, worldwide club called Sdc.com, which is far more cosmopolitan
than Local Swingers
I now meet a London couple – he a former Israeli soldier,
now a banker, she a former Vogue cover-girl, now with her own model
agency – who have a Mayfair penthouse and a beautiful Antibes
villa, an Irish steeplechase jockey and his girlfriend with both
of whom I go to Newbury for the races - and then to hospital when
he has broken his collarbone and ribs (where we distract him from
his discomfort), and a very jolly, plump, adorable Swedish girl called
Anna who breeds dogs and whose problem is that she is heiress to
billions and trusts no motives save simple lust.
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And then there is a couple who own a pub in Southampton,
another couple in Leicester (whom I meet at a very swish club called
Liberations) and two more genuine and charming men, all of whom become – and
remain – good friends.
Into all this, I intend to weave observations on swinging protocol,
on the influence of fashion (on shaving, for example, and anal sex),
on the baleful influence of pornography, on the hypothetical and
much vaunted security of marriages and long-term relationships between
swingers, on the nature of the relationships between swinging couples,
on the meaning of fidelity within a swinging context etc.
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