Until the age of 28, Marie Calvert had only ever had sex with one
man, her husband Barry. Then she took up swinging and everything
changed. The body count went from 1 to 3,000. In fact, she claims
that one night, she slept with 14 men. Marie, now 63, tells her
epic story below...
It was the night I slept with 14 men that I first started to try to
work out how many partners I’ve been with. The truth is, I’m not
sure. My conservative estimate is about 100 guys a year for more
than three decades. I’m 63 now and I’ve slowed down a little –
but only a little. Why do I do it? Having sex isn’t something I do
for a living, but it is my passion. It’s the most enjoyable,
exhilarating, satisfying way to spend your time. Some women like
yoga, some like badminton. I like carnality.
I am actually married. Barry and I have been together since I was
15 – we wed when I was 19, have two grandchildren, and he’s my
world. But neither of us puts sex on a pedestal. We see it for
what it is: separate from love. It’s not natural to stick with one
sexual partner for 60 years. Life is about experimenting and
experiencing, and that’s what we do. Barry goes with other women.
I don’t get jealous because I know he loves me. Until the age of
28, I’d only been with him and we had a terrific sex life, but one
day he brought home a swingers’ magazine he’d picked up from a
workmate. He sort of joked we should try it; I told him not to be
daft, and he never mentioned it again.
But I kept looking at the mag and imagining how fun it might be.
Eventually I told him we should give it a go. He looked like a kid
at Christmas. The first couple we met – through the listings in
that magazine – were university lecturers in their 40s, and I still
remember driving to their home that Friday. Barry stopped the car
and said, “Are we sure about this?” We were so nervous, but we
were also insanely excited. I said we’d try it once and see how it
went. And it went… joyously.
As soon as we met them I was flirting with the guy. John was
sophisticated and handsome, and over dinner there was this intense
chemistry. Afterwards, there were a few minutes when just he and
I were in the living room, and I thought it was now or never so I
kissed him, and that was that. By the time Barry came in with
John’s wife, we were otherwise engaged. I remember looking at
Barry’s face and seeing a big smile come over it; I knew
everything would be fine, and that life had changed for ever.
We became committed swingers, spending weekends meeting up with
couples or going to parties to swap partners. Suddenly everything
was exciting. You’d be at work, and you’d think about what you
were up to that evening and it sent a shiver down your spine. Some
couples – like John and his wife – would become close friends,
even when the sex stopped. Others you’d see only once. The night I
slept with 14 men was at a swingers’ party in Manchester. I
remember driving there feeling almost uncontrollably lustful. The next
day I felt achy, in that lovely way, like when you’ve been to the
gym.
In 1997, we decided to open a swingers’ club in Sheffield. We were
fed up with work and wanted to do something we were passionate
about. It’s still thriving today. We never have sex during opening
hours – it’s our business and we’re professional about it. But, of
course, when the place shuts, we’ve got an entire club full of
facilities – and an ever-growing circle of open-minded couples – to
play with. It’s not all been perfect, of course. Not every lover is
attentive. I remember in my 40s going with an 18-year-old, just to
see what it would be like. Quick was the answer.
We’re safety-conscious and I’ve never felt in any danger. Barry is
normally in the same room or not far away. I’ve recently had a
knee operation, which means I’m walking with a stick, so I’m taking
it easy. I had only three lovers last year. I still have the same sex
drive but I’m more relaxed now. I’m not someone who’s ever going
to dress like a woman half her age just to get attention. But if
guys still find me attractive – well, why not? People ask if we
have any regrets and we do – we wish we’d found that mag five
or six years earlier.

Culled from UK Guardian

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