The Sexy Move I Used to Impress My Older Husband So He’d Let Me Sleep with Another Man: Part 2

Woman smiling as she surfs the net on a laptop

As I sat there on our king-sized bed with my mouse hov­er­ing over the “Send” but­ton, I won­dered just how much our mar­riage was about to change. Then again, Kee­gan and I agreed to embark on this jour­ney together, for bet­ter or worse. At the begin­ning of our rela­tion­ship, we had some try­ing times due to our age dif­fer­ence, but Kee­gan, being the mature and dig­ni­fied man he is, always found a way for us to be happy, for me to be happy. I had to trust him.

I hit “Send.” The email read:


I miss you in bed next to me and the ran­dom middle-of-the-night sex we love so much. Hope­fully this new job is worth it. To be hon­est, I don’t really like the length of trav­el­ling you have to do, as you can tell. Please open the attach­ment when you are alone in a pri­vate area—I hope you enjoy them. If you approve, I’ll post them to our lifestyle profile.

To answer your question—yes, I am scared of being totally hon­est about reveal­ing my fan­tasies. But I know I don’t need to be. So here is my coun­terof­fer: your top two fan­tasies are actu­ally my top two fan­tasies as well, just in a dif­fer­ent order. I would love to make these a real­ity with you.  

I love you,


Keegan’s two fan­tasies were to, first, have a three­some, and sec­ond, watch me be with another man.

After send­ing the e-mail and pic­tures, I logged into our online dat­ing account and began to draft up our pro­file, detail­ing all of our desires and needs. Then I mod­i­fied the pic­tures to obscure my iden­tity, found sev­eral pic­tures of Kee­gan that were suit­able for the site, and obscured his iden­tity, too. Pro­tect­ing our iden­tity on the site is really just to pro­tect our­selves in case some­one we know at work hap­pens to find our profile.

Within min­utes, Kee­gan texted me with a wink, fol­lowed by, “I love you, and I knew you were as dirty-minded as me!” We were both obvi­ously on the same page, so I final­ized the updates and pub­lished every­thing. Mean­while, the texts from Kee­gan kept com­ing; he was like an excited teenager spam­ming my phone. His excite­ment and inter­est was exhil­a­rat­ing! This was the first time in ages that we were both so excited and dead set on try­ing some­thing new.

After about five min­utes of our dat­ing pro­file going live, there were two mes­sages from sin­gle guys in our inbox. I really wanted Kee­gan to be present dur­ing all cor­re­spon­dence, but soon real­ized, first of all, that wasn’t pos­si­ble with his trav­el­ling, and sec­ond, he could view the mes­sages remotely.

As I went to respond, I real­ized that we had never dis­cussed lim­i­ta­tions and what would be deemed accept­able com­mu­ni­ca­tion. Was I allowed to share our iden­tity and con­tact infor­ma­tion? There was so very much that had to be taken into con­sid­er­a­tion as a cou­ple when plan­ning to join this lifestyle. The one thing I had learned from the research I did was that talk­ing this stuff out should never be skipped or skimmed over in hopes that it would “work itself out.” I noti­fied Kee­gan of the mes­sages so he could read them, and then fol­lowed up with a sep­a­rate e-mail detail­ing my ques­tions about things we had not yet discussed.

The web site we use is chocked full of infor­ma­tion for new­com­ers, but I still felt over­whelmed. That’s when I found the swingers’ guide and the swingers’ man­ual. Kee­gan clearly didn’t need to read these, but because I’m much younger and inex­pe­ri­enced, I thought he might be impressed if I had done my home­work ahead of his return.

This was it. I was really going to do this. I was ter­ri­fied, but I was ready. I was about to become a real swinger.

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About Vivian

I am 26 and my husband 45. At first, our friendship existed mostly online. I was actually helping my now husband with his dating profile when it dawned on me that he was exactly what I was looking for in a perfect life partner. So, I asked him out and we have been together ever since. We now have two daughters together and everyone that knows us will tell you that they simply can’t imagine us apart, and neither can we. I’m no stranger to May-December relationships—my father was 71 and my mother was 33 when I was born. I have never dated a guy my own age. Anything less than 10 years older than me just seems wrong, and frankly, it doesn’t even turn me on in the slightest bit to think about it. It’s actually a turn-off. After going through relationships with a few rich older men, I finally settled down with my husband. I’m sure there were people waging bets on how quickly our marriage would fall apart, but we’re determined to prove them all wrong.