Everything was as usual, until nothing was as it was and nothing will ever be as it should be.

We're a normal married couple. Good jobs, two cars, a house, lots of friends, sometimes more, sometimes less sex, our families like us, everything like everyone else's. But last Saturday at our barbecue, I overheard you talking to your best friend about what his penis would look like between my breasts. What kind of husband talks like that? To this day, I don't know what it means. Was it one beer too many, a bad joke, or were you serious? Today I ask, quite neutrally, "How's Brandon?"

(I want to cheat on my husband first, and then he'll either accept it or he won't. I need two men who are willing to engage in long-term role-playing. The goal is to experience doubt and not rush into sex, to build and conceal tension, and to push boundaries.)