When my boyfriend first suggested the idea of swinging, I nearly choked. The idea that my partner wanted to have sex outside of our relationship was a bitter pill to swallow, and my head raced with questions. Could I stomach seeing him intimate with another woman, and what if she was better than me? Would he ultimately leave me for someone else? The voice in my head told me vividly, swinging was just not for me – it was something other people did. Besides, we had a happy, loving relationship. It seemed like an unnecessary problem to give myself.
It’s not that I was sexually prudish. As a bisexual woman, I had experimented with both
