It started with a conversation we had over dinner one night. My husband looked at me across the table, a strange curiosity in his eyes. He told me he wouldn’t mind if I explored other men, that he was okay with it—even wanted to see what I did when he wasn’t around. I didn’t know how to respond at first. It felt like he was opening a door I didn’t know existed in our marriage. I asked him why, but he just smiled and said it was what he wanted. So, I agreed.

The first time I met someone new at a club, I felt nervous. It wasn’t the man who made me anxious; it was the thought of what I would do after. Would I really take photos and send them to my husband? That night, after things got intimate, I took the photos. I felt a rush of uncertainty as I sent them off, half-expecting him to get upset. But instead, he replied almost immediately. He was thrilled, and it made me feel both liberated and unsettled at the same time. He told me how much he loved me, as if nothing had changed. I couldn’t help but wonder how much of it was really about love and how much was about control. Was this his way of giving me freedom, or was it some strange desire of his own?