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We are a couple in our fifties. We’ve been together for 29 years and married for 24. Somewhere along the way, we divorced for legal and business reasons — a divorce only on paper, since we have always remained together. We’ve explored this lifestyle a few times, though only rarely: once with another couple, and on other occasions just her with a friend of mine and another one with a friend of hers, both times without me present.
It’s been 13 years since anything like that has happened, yet fantasy has always been woven into our daily lives, quietly lingering, always present. Recently, she met someone — a man with whom there’s undeniable chemistry. They’ve been exchanging messages, always with the promise of meeting, a prospect certain to lead to new experiences. Any encounter would be hers alone, purely physical.
By a curious twist of fate, we are also planning to marry again. We’ve already set the date for our civil ceremony — on the very day we met, 29 years ago. In short, we will be officially wed again in +- 20 days, and at the same time, there is the possibility that she will share a new encounter with this other man — one that seems destined to repeat, over time. It hasn’t happened yet, held back by the chaos of life and scheduling, but it inevitably will.
Recently, the thought of what might unfold with this man, so close to our wedding, has become a delicious game between us. We’ve joked that her “bachelorette” could be spent with him, and we’ve even imagined — much to her delight — that the night of our wedding might not be mine. Perhaps the new friend would share that night with her, taking part in the consummation of what could be called the second wedding night of our life together.
The bachelorette encounter is certain; the wedding night itself depends on timing and circumstance, as our civil ceremony falls on a weekday, which might make his presence difficult. Yet the possibility lingers, growing ever more tantalizing. She finds the idea irresistibly exciting, and I, her devoted and adoring husband, consent.
And so, what was once an unthinkable fantasy may come to life, unplanned, born from a series of perfect coincidences — a provocative secret woven into the next chapter of our shared existence.