Ingrid, Wishpride Ambassador 🌹 Evening writing. And then one evening, after rea

Ingrid, Wishpride Ambassador 🌹 Evening writing. And then one evening, after reading and rereading these lines together, we sat down on the sofa, a glass of wine in hand, and dared to name what had been floating between us for weeks. “What if... it wasn’t just two men?” my husband murmured. The question hung in the air for a moment. We looked at each other, a little surprised by our own boldness. Because yes, we hesitate. We really do hesitate. Sometimes, the idea of another man makes me shiver: feeling two different gazes on my skin, two ways of touching me, two rhythms answering each other. Being at the center, pampered, intensely desired. But on other evenings, it’s the image of another woman that crosses my mind. A gentle, self-assured woman, whose caresses would be different, more fluid, more intuitive. A feminine complicity I have never really explored. And then there’s the idea of a couple... A man and a woman who would come to us, who would share our bubble. Four bodies discovering one another, four energies crossing paths. More complex, more intimidating, but perhaps more complete. We still don’t know. And that is exactly what makes this moment so beautiful: we do not need to choose right away. We have the right to dream out loud, to weigh each scenario without pressure, without urgency. What is certain is that we don’t want anything that feels like a cold “experience.” We want it to be our story. For my husband to be there, not just present, but active, complicit, excited by my pleasure as much as by his own. For me to feel safe, loved, even in the middle of other people’s desire. For everything to be spoken about, negotiated, consented to at every step. No surprises, no performance. Just shared desire and tenderness. We’ve already started imagining rules that protect us: a neutral place (that famous hotel room), a clear safeword, moments just for the two of us in the middle of the evening. We also talked about what we would do afterward: the trip home, the debrief in bed, the laughter, the cuddles, maybe even a touch of gentle jealousy that we would turn into an even stronger bond. For now, we hesitate. And that hesitation itself is exciting. It brings us closer. It forces us to say things we would never have said ten years ago. It reminds us that our relationship is not fixed, that it can still grow, surprise us, reinvent itself. So we keep talking about it. We read testimonies, we look at profiles on Wishpride without rushing anything. We touch each other while imagining... and sometimes we stop to look into each other’s eyes and say: “Whatever we choose, we are the ones who decide. And we are the ones who will stay.” With desire and kindness, Ingrid, Wishpride Ambassador 🌹 (my husband smiles next to me as he rereads these lines)