My hubby and I went to a small swingers party in Miami. We hadn’t been out in a while and thought an evening with like-minded people was exactly what we needed. As soon as we walked in, I noticed a very sexy, muscular guy walking upstairs. I was intrigued but patient, knowing that not all things that are shiny are good. I kept my eye on him as the evening progressed. I liked the way he interacted with others. He was extremely respectful, and I enjoyed watching him engage with the women. As the night went on, I found myself extremely horny from all the flirting, so I excused myself to take a look around. I wanted to see if I could lay my eyes on that sexy man and introduce myself.
There he was, just laying on the bed…chilling. Had he just finished having sex and taken a shower? I couldn’t tell. His hair was dry, but I quickly overlooked the details. I walked up to him and, in a very forward approach, asked, “Are you busy?” Given we were at a swingers party, I just told him what I
