Well, it's me again, but honestly, it shouldn't be… I excepted and celebrated my husband's bisexuality, even though he still had night time addictions, we worked through it. We found MMF to be amazing for me and him. Sadly, with life and kids, and our smaller area it's been slim pickings for a decent MMF partner. My husband, in particular is quite picky which doesn't help either. He found a gay partner, not Bi, and certainly not interested in playing with me. But I felt soft, I knew this guy was my husband's 100% ideal type, however, my reserves, I said, let's meet him, he was talking to him at night. Time on a private chat, I told him I wasn't comfortable with that. He agreed and apologized and moved it to a group chat so that we could all get to know each other, we talked for two days in the group chat, I still had my concerns, but I offered to have him over for dinner to get to know him in person. I guess this was my first mistake. Dinner was fun, and dinner turned into a soak in the hot tub, mind you my older kids are home and it's our general boundary and rule of thumb no playing unless they are at their grandmas. Well, I left the hot tub to go change, I came back with some ice waters and they were fucking in the garage, honestly, it was no surprise I knew how attracted my husband was to him... but it got worse... they then went back to the hot tub and fucked there to... and then came inside naked and loud (thank god I was keeping watch for the kids) and went to the bedroom and it continued all night. I personally am very turned on by gay sex and love to partake with it in ways, but by the fourth round (completely left out) I was ready to puke. Mind you they were taking short breaks and little naps but I sure as hell couldn't I just laid there dumbfounded I didn't know what to say he didn't finally take him home till about 6 AM. I know this guy was probably the sex of his life but I feel so empty inside. All he can say is he didn't know what came over him. I feel like every boundary was broken. Everything we spent a year planning and working on, crushed. I'm just in a panic attack Editing to add: please know I love him, and I really did want this for him, I wanted him to have this incredible experience. I just can't believe he did it like this. And now it's really hard for me to be happy for him, it's hard for me to know where we're going to go from here.