When she was 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...
Quote
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.
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...
Quote
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.
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