The day before it was “supposed” to happen, my husband came over. Normal visit. Normal intimacy.
Then my friend stopped by to drop something off — which was routine. She was the kind of friend who could show up casually without it being weird.
We ended up sitting on the bed. Talking. Laughing.
And then the vibe shifted fast.
There wasn’t a formal discussion. No structured check-in. No safety briefing.
It just started.
And in a scenario I had agreed to, I suddenly felt like I was watching a version of myself I didn’t recognize — the one who had signed off on this as if it were a fun experiment.
I felt like the awkward third wheel in my own relationship.
She respected the boundaries I’d set.
But respecting boundaries doesn’t prevent emotional impact.
Because what wrecked me wasn’t rule-breaking. It was the reality of seeing my husband respond to someone else in real time.
