Hi
We frequented the scene for a while, mainly playing between ourselves, apart from a couple of Other times, that’s another story 
I told a friend at work, but watered it down, saying we’d gone for the shits and giggles, just the once, done nothing but walked round, looked, laughed and left, pretty much.
(The truth being a million miles away)
Within a week or two, lots of people knew, I had banter about swinging and a bag load of gossip.
The occasional jibe still appears, years later.
Once the cat’s out of the bag it’s out for good, but for what gain?
It’s crazy hard keeping a weekends fun all to yourself, surrounded by vanilla friends, and it gets harder the longer you do it, and the more fun you have, you feel like you want to burst.
Guaranteed that who ever you tell will talk, and cos they’ve never been and can only go on carry on films, or Hollywood kinda fantasy, it’ll get Chinese whispered, exaggerated etc until you’re having rampant orgies round your house and labeled That Couple
Most of the men I know would give anything to have some of the weekends like we’ve had, and instead are bored, frustrated, given up, vanilla exsistance, and would be jealous if they knew.
It’s a huge thing for a woman to enter the lifestyle, and most are content with lying on their backs looking at beige ceilings once every few months to appease their husbands frustration, and out of duty.
Keep it to yourself, your dirty little secret, you gain nothing from telling people,the world isn’t ready for it yet, religion saw to that 