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 put words to what had been floating between us for weeks. “What if… it wasn’t just two men?” my man whispered. 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 other evenings, it’s the image of another woman that comes over me. A gentle, self-assured woman whose caresses would be different, more fluid, more intuitive. A feminine complicity I’ve never really explored. And then there’s the idea of the couple… A man and a woman who would come to us, who would share our bubble. Four bodies discovering each other, four energies crossing paths. More complex, more intimidating, but maybe more complete. We still don’t know. And that is exactly what makes this moment so beautiful: we don’t have 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 an active participant, complicit, excited by my pleasure as much as by his own. For me to feel safe, looked at with love even in the middle of the others’ desire. For everything to be talked through, negotiated, and 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’ve also talked about what we’d do afterward: the trip home, debriefing in bed, the laughter, the cuddles, maybe even a little bit of light 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 to each other 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 testimonials, we look at profiles on Wishpride without rushing anything. We touch ourselves while imagining… and sometimes we stop to look into each other’s eyes and say: “Whatever we choose, we’re the ones who decide. And we’re the ones who will stay.” With desire and kindness, Ingrid, Wishpride Ambassador 🌹 (my man is smiling beside me as he rereads these lines)