Part 1

The Beginning of the Journey

Where do we begin? It started with me messing around on Swinging Heaven.

I created a profile without my wife’s knowledge, just to gauge the level of response I might get. I downloaded an app to chat and used the now-famous "white nipple/breast shirt" photo for my profile cover. I set the profile to private and hid my mobile number in the settings.

Then, suddenly... a message popped up!

Unknown: Is that photo [Wife's Name]?
Me: Hi, who is this?
Unknown: J.
Me: J who?
Unknown: J from [Small Town].

OMG. It was J, a guy we’d known for 10 years back when we played the same sport in our old town. We hadn't lived there in years since moving to the city. Panicked, I deleted the photo immediately.

J: Why did you delete the photo?
Me: Uh, because this is supposed to be private!
J: It is, but it alerted me that you joined the App before you changed the settings.
Me: Oh well. You've seen it now; no point in hiding it.
J: Why the picture?
Me: To have some private chats. (I gave him a vague reason.)
J: Do you "play"?
Me: No, but I’ve thought about it. I’d like to, but there's no way it’ll happen. The Mrs. has said no for 20 years.
J: Can I ask her?
Me: Do you play?
J: Oh, yes.
Me: How much?
J: A bit... but do you really want to open Pandora’s box?

My mind was racing and my heart was pounding. She might never speak to me again—hell, I might not survive the night.

Me: Sure, you can ask her. Just be prepared for rejection.

Note: They had both been attracted to each other for nearly a decade in a totally "vanilla" way. He knew it, I knew it, and she knew it. He still had her number from doing some work on our house years ago.

We had discussed swinging on and off for years, but the answer was always "no way!" The usual rejections followed by the usual "whys." However, our pillow talk sometimes involved mentioning a third—it was hot, but we assumed it would never happen. We’d talked about "couple play" one day—hiking, camping, or travel—but only with friends.

I figured, "Bugger it, I have nothing to lose" (except my life). I told him to give it 24 hours before flirting with her.

When I got home, I stayed more than an arm's length away and confessed that he’d seen the photo.

Wife: That’s careless of you! What the hell are you doing?

But I could see she was secretly chuffed. I mean, this was Jeff—the guy she once told me had a "neat butt." She seemed amused.

Wife: He won’t do anything. He’s just playing games like you are.

The next evening, just before my commute home, J told me he’d texted her. Just a "Hi" to start. She responded. He told her he liked the photo and that he’d been chatting with me about it. He sent me screenshots as the conversation unfolded.

Then, she texted me: HE IS FLIRTING WITH ME!

I responded: "Cool. I’m driving home, can’t chat." (In reality, I was too scared to chat!)

Five minutes later, J sent another screenshot. He had asked to see more of the "boob and nipple," and she had actually taken a beautiful nude selfie and sent it to him. A few seconds after that, she sent the same photo to me and admitted she’d sent it to him.

Her breast... to another man. We were a vanilla couple! I nearly crashed the car. (Don't text and drive, folks!)

Deep breath. Count to three.

Yes... we are on this journey. Little did I know what was coming next.

To Be Continued...