So I went to my first big "swinger's party"...

Yep, a party. Just a normal, everyday sort of party. Y’know, the kind where everyone needs to wear a prophylactic.

You’re coming across as shrill when you address the other posters’ concerns. The use of italics and the rolleyes smilies aren’t winning you any converts to the blue balls freak-fest.

It was totally clear what he meant.

I have not, no. I congratulate you on having seen a *naked *picture of another Doper. In any case, I’ve learned from experience that a guy’s personality may be so incredibly awful that unless their body or skills make up for it in some impressive way I can’t sustain sexual attraction.
My point was that he refused to entertain any other idea but that suddenly the wife was overcome w/ jealousy at a younger woman having sex w/ her husband and fled to bust them up. And as usual he gets upset (which he won’t admit) at the suggestion his assumption is anything but unassailable fact.

LOL! The only thing that irritates me is when folks can’t seem to read. And I absolutely did not refuse to entertain any other ideas, I just strongly disagreed with the idea that my disability had any bearing on this situation whatsoever. I’ve lived my life with this disability for more than 16 years. I’ve gotten pretty good at recognizing discomfort in other people in re to my disability. I guess you’re just gonna have to not take my word for it. :slight_smile:

Yes, that could definitely be the case here. :smiley:

I imagine a lot of the less attractive people at these parties could end up feeling some serious rejection there.

Oh dude, it was mostly less-attractive people, relatively speaking. Attractive people hooked up with other attractive people, and the same for the less-attractive.

I wouldn’t have thought they’d want people coming just to stand around and stare. You know, kind of like curiosity seekers. What is proper “orgy etiquette”? LOL

Just adhere to a “no means no” standard, as well as relinquish any mobile device before entering. Other than that, there is no etiquette. Absolutely nobody is pushed, pressured or expected to do anything.

Re-posting, awaiting an answer.
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I’m curious as well. Surely when I stop off at the Hampton Inn for the free HBO and hot breakfast, this isn’t going on in the conference rooms.

It’s a normal hotel, the organizers simply rent the entire hotel for a night. So everyone is there for the party.

ETA: they are normal hotels, usually a bit more upscale. “Conference center”-type hotels.

How many people were there, and how much did you pay to get in? It seems unlikely they could recoup the cost of renting an entire hotel for the night. And what about people who already had reservations for that night?

The places I went to were all in private clubs, or other venues that were only used for that purpose.

QFT.

Is anyone else having a hard time with this? ‘Conference center’ hotels are typically very large. The entire hotel is rented? Meaning a) the organizers can afford this and b) the hotel is ok with turning down (or cancelling) regular business for this to happen.

And the regular employees are wandering about the hot tub sex, the orgies, the couch-side blowjobs, the fantasy room with “all sorts of kinky sex equipment”?

Housekeeper: “Y’all need more lube?”
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I don’t have a problem with that bit, at all. It’s a conference… somewhat peculiar, but hey, not so different from any other one from a business point of view. I’ve been in hotels that were completely booked by my company or by the conference we were attending, quite a few times. Did you know there are business conferences for the sexy-stuff industry? They rent the fairgrounds and fill the hotels around it, just like any other business fair.

Here’s a question for Ambi—was everyone at the party hot? Or were only the hot people getting it on? Was there a reject pile of unattractive people?

He already said:

So, you know, the same as back when I was 15 but with less clothes.

I’m just wondering how extensively its all cleaned up afterwards.

I recently watched ‘The Wolf of Wall Street’, its an education on how the other half lives (I’m thinking of the stag-night on the aeroplane in particular)

I’m not your guy, friend.