I slept with 30 men while my husband watched in the corner – then he revealed our dirty secret to everyone on our wedding day
Squeezing into my skintight red leather skirt and plunging singlet, I looked in the mirror.
With my curvy body and long dark hair, I wasn’t usually too concerned about my looks – but tonight I was nervous.
Did I look sexy enough? Was I showing too much skin? Or perhaps not enough?
‘How do I look?’ I asked my boyfriend, *Pierre.
‘So hot, babe,’ he grinned.
I tried to relax as I stepped into my stilettos. But my sexy outfit wasn’t just for Pierre. I was actually hoping it was going to turn on an entire room full of men – and women!
That night, were going swinging for the very first time.
But first, how did I get here?
I was a single mum from Melbourne, and I’d had enough of relationships – until I met my Pierre (stock image)
Well, after my 17-year marriage ended in divorce I said to myself: ‘I don’t want to date ever again.’
I was 35, a single mum from Melbourne, a business owner and I’d had enough of relationships to last me a lifetime.
Sex, on the other hand, well, I still wanted that. And lots of it.
I wasn’t interested in finding a new father for my son. Instead, I wanted a companion, a friend with benefits, something sexy, casual and fun.
So I came up with a plan, working up the confidence to join a matchmaking site for people looking for casual sex and hook ups.
I must’ve done something right because I received more than 300 messages in one night!
Most of them had the same boring opening line: ‘Hey babe’ or ‘Hey beautiful’.
But then I received one with such a cheeky comment in it that I laughed out loud!
It was from a man called Pierre.
He was funny, charming, and looked hot in his pics, with his manly beard and tatts, so I asked him to meet up.
We hit if off immediately and the sex was unbelievable. He was everything I’d been looking for. Falling in love wasn’t the plan, but later on that happened too.
And it only made the sex even more spectacular. The trust and intimacy we had meant we could share our sexual fantasies and experiment to our hearts’ content.
After 18 months together, I was finally ready to talk to Pierre about a long desired fantasy of mine.
‘Do you want to go to a swingers party with me?’ I asked.
The ecstatic look on his face said it all.
‘I’m curious about what happens at a swingers party,’ I went on.
‘And I want to have sex with a woman.’
He was practically drooling at this point.
The next day we found a swingers event and booked in. When I told friends in monogamous relationships about our plans, their jaws dropped.
‘Won’t Pierre get jealous?’ one friend asked.
‘Not at all,’ I replied.
‘Just the thought of me having sex with someone else is sending him wild!’
Now here I was, in my red leather skirt and killer heels ready to do it for real!
We arrived at an unassuming two-storey house in the suburbs at 11pm, where we were greeted by a couple of scantily clad hosts.
There were a few people inside, not as many as I thought there would be. Maybe we were early?
An older man, perhaps 45, in a crisp white shirt came up to me, smiling warmly.
‘First time?’ he asked, as if he already knew the answer.
‘Take your time. No pressure here.’
As we sipped our drinks and mingled, I started to notice most of the guests were over 60 – older than my dad. And there were no young, hot women. Disappointing.
I grabbed Pierre’s hand for support.
‘I don’t know if I can do this,’ I whispered.
He reassured me I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to.
After 18 months together, I was finally ready to talk to Pierre about a long desired fantasy of mine – swinging (stock image)
Just as I was getting ready to bail, a young attractive couple in their mid-30s arrived, and I started to relax.
Soon the house was full of men and women of all ages, shapes and sizes. As couples started to drift into bedrooms, I decided to take my fantasy into my own hands.
‘Come with me,’ I whispered to Pierre, taking his hand.
I slept with 30 men then had to sleep for two days
I led Pierre into one of the empty bedrooms. It was dimly lit with a queen-sized bed and bowls of condoms and lubricant everywhere.
‘I want you to watch me have sex with other men,’ I told him, lying down on the bed seductively.
I left Pierre in charge of who he let into the room – my only stipulation was that they be 55 or under. I couldn’t bring myself to sleep with someone who was older than my dad.
Before we knew it, there was a line of 20 to 30 men out the door.
Bonnie Blue, eat you heart out!
I started off with just one man. I let him slowly undress me, stripping off my top and skirt, but leaving my heels on. I bit my lip and gazed over at Pierre, moaning softly while this complete stranger pleasured me.
The sex was hot, but watching Pierre watching me was even hotter – he looked like he was going to explode just sitting there!
Soon another man joined us and I started to put on even more of a show, pleasuring them both, then lying back while they worshipped my body.
Pierre let another two men in then, and soon I felt like porn star having an orgy, as naked bodies writhed all over the bed.
Honestly, it was absolutely mind-blowing.
By the end of the night, I must’ve slept with around 30 men. As we left the party, I was on a complete high but the moment we got home, I crashed out and slept for two days.
Bonnie Blue, I take my hat off to you for sleeping with more than 1,000 men in one day. It’s not for the faint-hearted!
Once I’d recovered, my sex life with Pierre reached a whole new level. We’d fantasise together about that night, turning each other on talking about it, until we were both ready to explode.
After that we started using an adult matchmaking service to invite strangers into our bed – singles or couples, we didn’t mind.
Sometimes we even slept with friends.
These more intimate encounters were harder to deal with for me. While I’d been the star of the show at the swingers party, watching Pierre have hot sex with a gorgeous woman right next to me definitely made me jealous.
I really had to work hard to have the same confidence he did when watching me have sex with other men.
The day everyone found out our secret
After seven years together, Pierre and I decided to get married.
Standing in a white dress and holding hands with my soon-to-be husband in front of 120 guests was one of the happiest moments of my life.
But if that all sounds a bit conventional – don’t worry. Pierre didn’t let me down with his wedding vows.
‘I’ll never stray without inviting you to play,’ Pierre grinned. Some of our guests gasped, others chuckled nervously.
Then Pierre turned to the celebrant and asked if he wanted to join us in bed later on!
I couldn’t stop giggling, especially when I looked around at the shocked faces of our guests.
At least the truth was out.
My one piece of advice if you’re looking to open your relationship or go to a swingers party is simple: Have clear communication from the start and make sure you’re someone who oozes confidence, because it isn’t for the faint hearted.
*Not his real name
- As told to Carina Stathis
