After a few nights exploring that hidden world together, something unexpected happened.The older couple — the same ones who had been guiding us little by little — approached us with a calm, confident smile.
"Would you two like us to be your first couple?"
The question hung in the air with a strange warmth.
My wife looked at me.I looked back at her.There was nervousness in her eyes… but also curiosity, excitement, and that familiar hunger for something new.
We stepped aside to talk.It wasn't a long conversation.Just a few sentences, a couple of deep breaths, and the silent agreement that passed between us.
She nodded.I nodded back.
The plan was set for Saturday.
That night had a different atmosphere from the beginning.The lighting was soft, the ambiance calm, and every gesture felt heavy with expectation.We sat on the couch with the couple, talking, laughing awkwardly, pretending everything was normal while inside, adrenaline pulsed through our veins.
Slowly, naturally, things began to escalate.
The wife sat beside me.She placed her hand gently on my thigh, her fingers drawing soft, slow lines on my skin.On the other side of the room, my wife and the husband were talking closer, leaning into each other, their voices almost whispers.
One thing led to another, and soon, without pressure or commands, we separated into different rooms —my wife with the husband,and I with the wife.
But the moment the door closed behind me, everything inside me collapsed.
My heart was racing.My thoughts were spinning.I felt like I had stepped into someone else's life.
The woman touched my chest, kissed my neck, guided my hands…but nothing worked.
My mind was drenched in anxiety.My body shut down.
No matter how much she tried, I couldn't get hard.
It was as if my brain had disconnected from my body completely.
And then… the worst part.
From the other room, faint but unmistakable, came the sounds I dreaded:
Moans.Movement.Pleasure.
My wife — with another man — enjoying it.
My chest tightened.My stomach twisted.A cold wave of shame washed over me so strong I felt like sinking.
The woman with me tried to calm me down, whispering that it was normal, that many men froze their first time.But none of her words reached me.
All I could think was:
"She is over there… and I'm failing here."
It wasn't jealousy.It was something deeper.A mix of insecurity, vulnerability, and emotional pain I didn't expect to feel.
When we returned to the living room, no one said anything harsh.There was no judgment, no mocking — just a quiet understanding.
My wife squeezed my hand.I squeezed back.
But inside, a truth echoed:
Even when everything is consensual…even when you agree…the heart still reacts.
It was a lesson learned the hard way.A painful chapter, but part of our story.