Swing N2 My World: Insanely Different Lifestyle

By Wendy Richards

She always wanted to be a swinger; she just didnt know how.

In a story based on her own, author Wendy Richards turns the heat up and down as she invites you to SWING N2 MY WORLD. Covering both the familiar and uncharted areas of life, love and sex, this story ranges from tragic to happy and erotic.

She was a housewife who has been though a lot of tough times. But despite these trials, she has managed to keep her life on a positive path. She has found a way to combine responsible living with crazy wild fun living taking care of her kids and having the time of her life through sensuous and erotic escapades.

An adult read that is entertaining, enlightening and inspiring, SWING N2 MY WORLD offers you an insanely different lifestyle that has a beginning, a middle no end in sight.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Dec 27, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466908260

Wendy Richards

This is a continuing story of one courageous woman, who has taken life’s challenges and turned a seemingly negative future into the time of her life. It is a uniquely inspirational saga of real life, overcoming controversy and adversity, as she finds her true happiness from deep within her soul. Inadvertently she becomes the belle of the ball. This story also shows the continuing love this woman has for a man that has taken another path and becomes confused about his decision and realizes he has made the biggest mistake of his life. Not only has she overcome the negative in her life but she has learned to make positive thinking and love her main focus, which has brought her to a place of great joy and achievement, not to mention peace of mind. She is on a path of fame, fortune and the American dream. She has met people that can help launch her career as a full time author while making lifelong friends in the meantime. Because of her tenaciousness she is finding great success and confidence in her choices. She is finding that even though her lifestyle is not for everyone her message of self love and happiness is.

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Chapter 1

I’ve Always Been on the Kinky Side

I think I’ve always wanted to be a swinger but I really didn’t know how. The first experience I had was when my mother passed away. There was a girl in my cosmetology class that took two weeks off school with me and took me to a couple of orgies, a nude beach, and a nudist camp. At the time it was a great release of pent up energy. But when I graduated from beauty school I had a party and invited some of my new friends. I asked them not to do anything that would embarrass or anger any of my friends and family. Well, they couldn’t resist the shock value. One couple was dancing in the living room. The husband kept lifting the wife’s dress to show everyone her nakedness. Then the girl that introduced me to this lifestyle was in the kitchen showing my dad her stuff. All of a sudden I’ve got people upset and pissed off all over the place. My dad is asking me, What kind of friends are these people?! Needless to say the party ended pretty abruptly. I told the swingers to leave and never contact me again, and being the stubborn person I am I never did talk to them again. I was done with group sex.

Although that was my last experience with swinging it was not the end of experimental sex. I’ve always been on the kinky side. I would let my boyfriend’s tie me up and have their way with me. We used toys and clothespins, whips and belts. I loved being teased until I was screaming. For the most part I got what I wanted, but even though I would be with a boyfriend for years, I always ended up with guys who didn’t want to commit. They could never tell me they loved me. So I didn’t say it either and no one wanted to get married. One of them did live with me at the end of our seven year relationship, but I got real sick and couldn’t work for a while. I own my own business so when I don’t work I don’t make as much money, because I have to pay my employees to do what I would normally do. So the boyfriend that I was now living with decided to sell cocaine, supposedly to make extra money (which was ridiculous because he had a FABULOUS job!). Then, not only did he start turning all our friends and family members into addicts but also he became one himself! It was more than I could bear… He started staying out late, then all night. So I would lock him out of our bedroom. He would sleep in our guest room or stare out a slit in the mini blinds all night. I don’t know what he was looking at, or looking for, but he would be there for hours.

As it turned out I had tumors on my uterus. I had two surgeries within three months. After the second surgery I really started feeling like myself again. I’ve always been athletic and I hadn’t been able to do anything for months. As soon as I knew it was safe, I started first with floor exercises at home and then worked my way back to the gym and back into racket ball. As soon as I knew I could be self-sufficient again I gave my boyfriend a choice. I told him that it was cocaine or me. He thought about it for a minute and then he said, with a matter of fact stubbornness, Then its cocaine. I won’t give an ultimatum unless I’m willing to take either consequence and even though I knew there was a chance that he would pick cocaine instead of me, it still made my heart sink. I was with this guy for seven years. We did everything together. He was the love of my life. He really was the guy who still made my heart skip a beat every time he touched me. I really didn’t want to leave but I knew it was over.

The next day I decided to clean the house. I knew he was tired and wanted everything quiet. Soooo, I started vacuuming. I pounded the vacuum into the side of our waterbed so that he would wake up. Have you ever heard the statement, don’t poke a sleeping bear? Well, I guess that’s what I did, because he woke up, shot out of the bed and started chasing me. We stopped for a moment, I turned to face him and he pushed me so hard I ended up in the living room. When I looked back at him my slippers were still on the floor right in front of him. I STARTED LAUGHING. He didn’t find it as funny as I did, so he started chasing me again. He threw a big footstool at me, but he missed. He was trying to throw me out of the house. I ran to the couch, lay on my stomach, and grabbed the bottom of the couch so he couldn’t pull me off. I told him to wait and let me make some phone calls, so that I could leave with somewhere to go. He calmed down for a minute and said, Okay and went back to bed.

I called our best friends. They were a married couple. They came over immediately. After we all talked for a while, the wife gave me a key to their house and told me to come over to stay with them as soon as I could. I told her I would be there the next day.

The next day while my boyfriend was at work, I collected all my belongings and stored them in our spare room. I left a note to let him know I would come back for it when I got a storage unit. As I was locking the front door I was shaking all over. This is not what I wanted, but it was what had to be done. As I turned to leave my boyfriend was coming up the driveway. He got out of the car and ran up to me. He grabbed me by my wrists and started begging me to stay. But my car was loaded up and I knew I could not live THAT life anymore. I pulled away from him and drove off.

Chapter 2

The Man I Marry

When I arrived at my friend’s house I quickly unloaded my car and got myself set up. At first I really thought that this would work out until I felt well enough to find my own place. But soon after I got settled the wife sat me down for a chat. One of her rules was that I could not eat meals with her and her husband. I was to eat from the T.V. tray. She even went so far as to invite mutual friends of ours for dinner and still did not allow me to eat with them. I knew this was not going to work out. A lot of it was jealousy on her part. I get that from some women, because I think a little bit like a man. I like to party, I like to dance, I like to have fun. In my experience most of the guys I partied with didn’t bring their girlfriends or wives. They didn’t want to get bitched at all night. We were still young. Most of us didn’t have kids. Most every guy had a motorcycle and we could all take off on weekends, go to the river, go camping or drive through the mountains. I’ve always gotten along with men better than women, not to say that I don’t like women, I just like the ones who think more like I do. My friend was not one of those girls. She was always doing and saying things to hurt me. The worst thing she did was when her and her husband got married. My boyfriend and her husband were best friends, so the four of us did everything together. So when they decided to get married they asked my boyfriend to be best man. They asked all of our other couple friends to be ushers and bridesmaids. But for maid of honor she asked a girl from high school that she hadn’t seen in years. But I didn’t want to let anyone know how hurt and confused I was. I just went with it. But from that time on, I never felt the same about her. And if it wasn’t for her husband and I being such good friends, I would not have a relationship with her at all.

After a few weeks of living there, I could see that her jealousy was getting out of hand, so I decided to move out with another mutual friend. He owned his own house and he rented out rooms to two other guys. He just happened to have a vacancy right when I needed it. So I let the couple know I was going to be moving out the next weekend. She tried to act sad, but I knew she wasn’t and that’s okay. As much as I don’t like jealousy I guess I could understand how she felt. After all, her husband was so sweet to me. He knew how much I loved my boyfriend and how sad I was about the way things were going that on Valentine’s Day, not only did he bring her roses and several other gifts, but he brought me a bouquet of daises. I knew it was his way of letting me feel a little better about everything, but she took it as something else completely. In fact when he handed them to me I was totally overwhelmed and I broke down and cried. I’m pretty sure they had a fight about it later.

For that reason I knew I had to go. During the week before I moved out my friend asked me to give a package to a friend of his. He wasn’t going to be home to give it to him himself. My friend was a small time weed dealer, so different people would show up occasionally. I really think he set this meeting up on purpose because he thought this guy and me would have a lot in common.

Well the knock came at the door and I opened it. And when I saw this guy, for some unknown reason, I was very intrigued. I let him in and went to get the weed, when I turned around he was right behind me. So we laughed and I walked him back to the door. We stood there talking for quite a while. It turned out that we did have something in common. His wife of six years had just suddenly moved out with another guy and I had just left my boyfriend of seven years. As we were talking I heard a little voice in my head telling me that this was the man I was going to marry. I didn’t understand what would make me think a thing like that, so I quickly dismissed it out of my head. After that we would run into each other now and then, but I sure wasn’t ready for a serious relationship with someone new. I was still pining for the one I had just left. In fact my boyfriend and I had tried to go out on dates to talk about what was happening in our lives, but it would always end up in an argument.

In the meantime I wasn’t going to sit around crying. I went out with several men, some I did have sex with and some were just my friends. Although I think the ones who were just friends wanted to have sex with me, but they can’t always get what they want. Just ask Mick Jagger. I moved into a house with three men who all wanted to date me, but no way would that ever happen. I kept my distance because none of them interested me and I still wanted things to work out with my boyfriend. Oh, by the way, he was seeing other women too. The only difference was that they were using him for drugs and could care less about him. In fact, he gave up all his old friends because he had all new friends. I told him that these new people were not really his friends, but he didn’t believe me until he finally got busted and all of a sudden he had no one. Luckily he didn’t have a lot of drugs in the house when they raided him, so he only did seven months in county jail. But that happened a little later, I don’t want to jump ahead too far.

While I was living with the guys I sort of became house mom. I do have a very strong personality, but not a pushy one. It just kind of happens. I am the oldest of five kids and my mom got sick when I was young. By the time she was so sick that she couldn’t do anything anymore I had already been taking care of the kids and the house for years. I was my parents right arm. That’s what they always said. So I got used to being in charge and taking care of everybody for a long time. That’s probably why I started my business at a young age. But anyway, I’m living with these guys and almost every weekend I would drag one or all of them out dancing with me. They would all wear out and I would just grab the next one, but they liked it. Pretty soon other guys that hung out at our house were coming along to dance too. It was fun. But I also knew I wouldn’t fall in love with ANY of these guys, so it was safe for me. Then one day one of my customers invited me out to dinner. He was twice my age, but he was awesome. He owned a nightclub and two homes. He took me out in limos and made me feel very special. But he always told me not to fall in love with him, because he didn’t want that. I agreed and I really meant it. Like I mentioned earlier I think a little like a man sometimes, so a sexual relationship was okay with me.

The nightclub owner and I dated for a few months, but of course I was still dating other guys. I made sure that the club owner knew that I wanted to find Mr. Right. I had never been married nor had children yet, so I was keeping my options open. One day I was sitting at home, probably waiting for people to come over to buy weed from me. YES, I had become the local weed dealer. And the guy that I had met at my friend’s house, and who I had thought to be my future husband, was there to buy weed. He didn’t have to rush off this time so he stayed for quite a while. We talked for a while and then he asked me out to lunch. I said yes because after all I was trying to get his attention for a couple of years already. While we were out he told me that he had noticed me, but that he wasn’t ready until now to have a serious relationship. Then he asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes and I had never even kissed this guy. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but I knew I had to do this. We actually went back to his house and had sex. It wasn’t earth shaking but there was potential, so I thought, but we’ll get into that later.

After that I went home and called the guys that I had been dating, to let them know that I found someone to be serious with. I thought since I had made it clear that that’s what I was looking for, that these guys would at least be a little happy for me. BUT NOOOO! In fact, the one who kept reminding me that we were not to fall in love acted the worst. He was not happy for me at all. He told me about all these plans he had for us and acted like I was supposed to be so grateful that he cared so much about me. I really had no idea how he felt because he never told me. So he ended up firing me and never talking to me again. Oh well, at least I knew that I was being honest when I said I wouldn’t fall in love.

So there it was. I started my new life with a new man. It was great.

Chapter 3

Living Life On My Terms

After living with the guys for a while I was getting tired of all the traffic and partying. I couldn’t get any sleep and I was tired of all these stupid guys hitting on me. So I talked to the couple that I had moved out with originally, we worked out the kinks and I decided I could move back with them. It was actually quite convenient since my new boyfriend lived about a mile away. It was great because I could spend a few nights a week over at my boyfriend’s house and not feel that I was in the way of the married couple’s life. Things were good for a few months, until my new boyfriend’s divorce became final. He started acting differently towards me; like I was the one who had cheated on him and left him. I asked him what his problem was and he yelled back in my face that he didn’t want a girlfriend right now. So as he walked into the kitchen, I walked out the front door. I will not stay where I’m not wanted.

We didn’t talk to each other for a couple of months. I figured we were over and I didn’t even give him a second thought. It was during the holidays and Thanksgiving had just passed. I just happened to be at my friend’s house with the three male roommates. The phone rang and I happened to be closest so I answered it. It was my boyfriend. He asked for the owner of the house, but he wasn’t home, so I told him I would take a message. All of a sudden he said my name. I asked, WHO’S THIS? When he told me it took me a second to realize who he was. He asked if he could call me sometime, and I said, I guess so. After two weeks had gone by he shows up at my door and acts like he can just talk to me like nothing ever happened. I was baking cookies and I wasn’t really paying attention to him. When he sat down next to me I STOMPED on his foot really hard. He yelled out, WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR!? I said, You were going to call me and you never did! He said, Well maybe I didn’t have anything to say. I said, You could have said, ‘Hellooooo, how are you?’ He said that wasn’t his style. So I kept ignoring him. He finally left. I figured it was over and didn’t think any more about it. About a half an hour later the phone rang. I answered it and he says, Hellooooo, I’m calling you. And I said, What do you want? He told me he had taped a movie earlier that day and he wanted me to come watch it with him. I asked what it was. He said I had to come see. I told him I would come over, but I would watch the movie and then leave. He said, Okay.

When I got there I showed up in my bear claw slippers, jeans and a tee shirt. Usually I would try to look sexy, but I didn’t want to that night. He put the movie on, but I couldn’t even tell you what it was about. We started talking about our relationship and I ended up telling him that I really liked him but I wasn’t into games. I was willing to try this relationship one more time, but if he ever said he wanted to break up again, he’d better mean it. I really don’t like idol threats. So, he thought just because I said we could try again that we were going to have sex. But nooooo, I left him standing in the driveway in his underwear. After that he seemed to understand me a little better and we got along way better. This was the beginning of me living life on my terms.

Chapter 4

I Had to Do What I Had to Do

After a couple of months of everything being good, a new twist came about. The couple that I was living with decided to move to Arizona. They still had to sell their house and find a place to live in Arizona, so I had time to look for a place too. I fully intended to get an apartment. This was at a time when rents were going higher because of deregulation by the government. Although the rents were not near as high as they are now they seemed high to me. It was scary to me to live on my own again. But, I had to do what I had to do.

One day my new boyfriend asked me if I wanted to move in with him. At first I thought this would be a good idea, and of course I would pay him rent. This way I wouldn’t have to pay all the utilities by myself either. And he was gone a lot, so I would have plenty of time alone. I really need that. That’s how I really get to know me. I feel it’s important to me to get as much out of my life as possible and anything is possible. Anyway I’m getting off track. As I said, I thought it would be a good idea to move in with my boyfriend, but there was