There was a time.  A time in the beginning where Danielle and I would go to clubs.  Specifically swing clubs.  It all started if I remember correctly when we were talking and Danielle might have mentioned that she had some bisexual experiences or feelings in the past and I had always wanted to try to go to swinger clubs and it just went from there.  She was willing to go and internally I said, “Fuck yeah!”.  I sent my horny crack team of investigators which consisted of… me and I basically searched the internet for swing clubs.  I found one that was close by, not too expensive (I think it was 40$ for the both of us and $60 for single guys), and ran it by Danielle.  She was good to go and duh, so was I.  The first club was called Club Taboo or something cheezy like that.  Oh wait, it wasn’t Club Taboo, it was the Velvet Club.  Yeah, that’s it.  The Velvet Club in Van Nuys.  There was this guy named Paulie who welcomed us to the club.  He was a nice guy.  He was a kind of host that most of these places have.  He would show us around the club aka house in Van Nuys and let us know where the towels were, where the lube was, and of course where the hot tub was.  To this day, Paulie continues to be an inside joke for Danielle & I. *see below. It was our first swing club and we didn’t know what to expect.  It was a smaller club with a tiki/beach sort of motif going on.  We kept our clothes on for a bit and met some couples at the pool table and at the bar and were getting our feet wet.  Until we decided to hit the jaccuzi and got everything wet.  We started talking to a couple and eventually started making out with them and it was pretty awesome.  Awesome until I noticed Paulie who was jerking himself while watching us which didn’t add to the mood.  Girl on girl =  Fucking Amazing!  Girl on girl being watched and jerked of to by Paulie and a few other $60 single men = Creepy.  This is why Paulie today remains an inside joke for Danielle and I regarding masturbation or generalized creepiness.  Thanks Paulie, wherever you are.

After this, we found other clubs.  Some nicer.  Some not as nice. Some classier.  Some not as classy.  Some more expensive and never found any club or wanted to go to any club that was less expensive.   We never found any host as nice or who had as quick of a wrist as Paulie.  He was a nice guy.

We went for a few years and then Danielle didn’t want to go anymore, so we eventually stopped.  But when we were going to therapy, Danielle was withdrawing more and more and she kind of knew that I was getting sexually frustrated.  It would build up in me like a volcano and I would start to actually get irritable when I didn’t have enough sex, so we agreed to open up the marriage.  I thought it was cool and progressive and for Danielle it took away her guilt of having to “provide” for me.  So we went ENM…