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SHOW ME AN URBAN TERRACE, suburban close or sleepy village, and I will show you swingers. In every city, market-town and village in the Western world and beyond, there are respectable groups, couples and singles who routinely engage in recreational sex with total strangers, or with people encountered for that purpose just minutes before.

In time many of them become friends and, like any other social group, hold little parties at which they frequently run into one another, or invite one another over as if for supper. So Derek and Joan will ring Tony and Sharon and suggest that they come over for a drink and maybe a little shag.

‘Oh, and there’s this rather nice new couple who’ve just moved into the area…Nothing fancy. Just the six of us. And we can’t go on too late because Joan has to be in Westminster by eleven tomorrow…’

Sometimes these couples will go on holiday together, and perhaps they will go out one night to a Spanish, Mexican or Dominican swing-club to whoop it up with the locals. Sometimes they will go to Cap d’Agde—the French town wholly dedicated to nudism and swinging—or to one of many resorts and hotels throughout the world providing for ‘the Lifestyle’…

There are millions of swingers worldwide (four million is the generally accepted estimate in the US alone) and many millions more who are curious about the lifestyle, or aspire to become part of it. It has become perhaps the Western world’s biggest and most rapidly booming subculture—and its most widespread secret.

Although they are to be counted only in their thousands, ferretkeepers and Civil War enthusiasts, steam-train afficianados and cryptographers seeking to unravel the Beale code all have their own publications. For many reasons, however, there are few—if any—books by a practising swinger offering bona fide, sympathetic information and an insight into this massive social phenomenon.

The problem is that swingers are, by nature and long habit, discreet.

They may be unashamed—even proud—of their activities and of their fellows. They may know that the law protects them from overt discrimination. They, like ‘homosexual’ men and women, are adults engaged in an entirely consensual leisure activity which is—or, at least, should be—nobody’s business but their own.

So, of course, were foxhunters and bareheaded motorcyclists, but that didn’t prevent government and illiberal moralists from pretending that it was the welfare of the fox or the rider that warranted their intervention (though they have shown no such concern for battery hens).

Swingers have no prey. Even the commonplace transaction with a prostitute, the making of pornography, the habitual wine-bar or clubbing seduction, may be exploitative of one who, by reason of age, idiocy, poverty, drug-addiction, emotional need or force majeure, is in fact unwilling or reluctant. Swingers, however, play exclusively with other adults who have chosen this lifestyle. They obtain explicit consent before any sexual contact.

Yet for all this, most swingers are unwilling to subject themselves or their families to the censorious and lubricious judgements of the media who, at one level, cringe like adolescents from acknowledgement of genitals (unless they are swathed in white slipper satin for religious ceremony or shaven and sanctified by ‘the miracle of birth’), and at the other, gawp at them with yearning but profess outrage at their functions.

Sex may be the throbbing heart of our marketing and media culture, invariably—and oh, how wrongly—presented as desirable. We may regularly expose poor, bare, forked man—and woman—but, when we come to acknowledging that we actually have sexual functions and emissions, we might as well still be dressed as china bells.

Over the past three years, while researching for this book, I have been a swinger. In the course of this period, I have visited many private parties and most of Britain’s principal swingers’ clubs, as well as hotels, beaches and resorts throughout Britain and beyond where adults openly engage in sexual play.

I have had sex (in Clintonian and non-Clintonian senses) or—as swingers have it—I have ‘played’ with several hundreds of female strangers and acquaintances with whom I have little or no other connection. Sometimes they have been alone, sometimes in pairs. Sometimes there have been as many as seven or eight in one afternoon or evening. Quite often, I have known their forenames before I did so.

I have generally done so in the presence of my girlfriend and these women’s husbands or boyfriends. And at the orgies that are our principal diversions, we have been amidst forty, fifty or sixty or more couples, most of them naked or sparsely clothed, and similarly engaged.

Tabloid journalists pruriently ‘investigating’ the swing-scene always ‘make their excuses and leave’. I have stayed. I make no excuses for it. It has been instructive, companionable and often great fun.

I could pretend to dispassion or disdain. I could now clamber back onto the raft of respectability and express disapproval of the swinging lifestyle. This would be both dishonest and unconvincing.

Yes, sometimes the experience has been banal, squalid and depressing, but the same could be said of regular eating out or concert-going. This has been a function of peculiar people or circumstances, not of the activity itself.

In general, I have found swingers amiable. They are sensualists and libertarians, unembarrassed and intent on sharing pleasures with childlike openness. Given its ubiquity and the diversity of its practitioners, however, swinging inevitably has its share of crass berks and power-hungry bitches who believe that tantra is a plural.

But only in societies where responsibility has been usurped by law can such people thrive. Subcultures, if not illegal, are without the law. Swinging is therefore dependent on reciprocity and is self-policing. In my experience, such people are soon ostracised and find themselves on the grimy fringes of the movement. Should you find yourself amongst them, simply leave. Their faults are not those of the milieu which, in general, I have found to be good-natured and enormous fun.