This part was tough to write because I had to relive moments I’m not proud of.

As usual, we woke up feeling giddy, showered, and got dressed. I couldn’t wait to hang out with Luna since we had made plans the day before. After breakfast, when we got back to our room, I messaged her, “Hey girl, are you going to the pool today?” She replied, “Yes, baby, I’m getting ready right now.”

A couple of hours later, I was running late from the time I told her we’d meet, but we finally made it down to the pool and met her. To my surprise, she came alone—no plus one. I asked her where he was, and she said they had a disagreement because he didn’t want to come down; he just wanted to sleep.

We grabbed some food by the pool and talked more about how she was feeling. She revealed that her plus one liked her, but he had also slept with her stripper when they went out one night. We decided to just have fun and wait for him to come down when he was ready. She told me she wanted to have sex but didn’t want to get in trouble by sleeping with anyone’s man. I told her I’d help her find a single guy she could hook up with.

Then, we started taking one too many tequila shots—Luna, my husband, and I—while sitting by the bar in the lobby. Afterward, we decided to head back to the pool area. When we got there, she made eye contact with some single guys, but she wasn’t interested. I made a passing joke that Luna and my husband should kiss, but they both shut it down.

Her plus one eventually showed up at the pool and saw her talking to one of the guys. One of them showed interest in me, so I told him that to get with me, he’d need a female partner so we could do a swap with my husband. Later, he told me we could make it happen that night. Before talking to this guy, I asked my husband if he was okay with it. Shortly after, my husband came over and told me that the guy had been violent toward another woman. That’s when we saw security escorting him away from the pool.

We continued having fun by the pool, met some really cool ladies, drank more, and just enjoyed ourselves. I kissed some beautiful women—one in particular, whom I’ll call Mia.

Later on, I went to the bar and noticed a stunning woman with short blonde hair—I’ll call her Vanessa. We made eye contact, and I immediately complimented her. She was gorgeous! I showered her with compliments, and she thanked me, saying I was beautiful too. I noticed her man nearby and said, “I’m so sorry, but I want your woman.” He replied, “She’s a grown woman; she can do whatever she wants.” I told her I’d love to see her again, and she asked if I was going to the party later that night. I said yes, and she said she’d be there. I was excited but bummed I hadn’t gotten her number.

As the day came to an end, Luna, her plus one, my husband, and I agreed to meet later at the party.

When we got to our room, we took a long nap and woke up around 9 PM. By the time we finished getting ready, the restaurants were closed, so we went downstairs to the party area and grabbed some bar food. We met up with Luna and her plus one. The night was young—we were taking shots and having so much fun. I couldn’t help but look for Vanessa at the party, but I didn’t see her. Maybe we missed each other. I was bummed because I hadn’t taken her number.

As the night went on, I also met a unicorn I’ll name Sasha. Some parts of that night are a blur, but I remember Luna, her plus one, Mia, her man, Sasha, my husband, and I, along with a few other people. We were taking shots, and all the ladies started kissing—except for Luna. She would only give pecks, not full-on kisses. Anyway, at some point, I found myself on my knees going down on Sasha. Mia and I also kissed. Later, I suggested we take it to the bedroom, and Mia suggested we all go to her room. Since some single men wanted to join, we explicitly said no single men—only couples.

As we were heading to Mia’s room, we all agreed there would be no sex—just the ladies having fun. The men could tell us their fantasies, and we’d perform while they watched.

My husband and I quickly freshened up, then we all gathered in Mia’s room. Everyone was already there, drinks were flowing, and the party started. I reminded everyone, “No sex, just the ladies having fun.” I went down on Mia, and we kissed. Vanessa, Mia, and I ended up having a threesome. But then I noticed Luna was having sex with Mia’s boyfriend. Hmm, they broke the rule.

While the ladies were playing, my husband was sitting on the bed alone. After Luna finished with Mia’s man, she went and sat on top of my husband—half-naked. For some reason, I hadn’t felt jealous since we arrived, but at that moment, I got upset with my husband. I kept thinking, “Why didn’t he stop her? We said no sex.” The position they were in looked like they were having sex. Luna’s plus one came to me, asking for a kiss—I guess he was frustrated by what he was seeing. Meanwhile, Luna and my husband moved from where they were and started having sex. I tried to kiss Luna’s plus one, but the sounds and moans from my husband enraged me, so I went to the bathroom. Luna’s plus one followed me, and as I sat down, I couldn’t believe what was happening. The jealousy and rage I felt that night were unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

While I was in the bathroom, my husband came in and asked if I was okay. I immediately shouted at him to “fuck off!” He left and went back to continue with Luna. Luna’s plus one then suggested we have sex since they were already doing it. I asked him to get a condom, but he couldn’t get hard. We went back to the bedroom and tried again, but he still couldn’t get hard, so I got up and went over to where Luna and my husband were. My husband noticed how upset I was and stopped. I got up and left the room, and my husband followed me. We had the biggest argument we’ve ever had. He was mad at me, and I was mad at him. I didn’t think we could ever come back from it. The feelings of rage inside me were something I had never felt before. I even considered booking a flight and going back home. We argued back and forth about who was right and who was wrong. The night was blurry because we were super intoxicated, so the details weren’t entirely clear. After the big heated argument, we eventually fell asleep.

Let me digress a little. If you’re new to this lifestyle, always check in with each other. We had talked about getting into this lifestyle for five years, but I think we were more focused on the fantasies than on how things could get real—and really bad—if you don’t communicate. It’s crucial to discuss boundaries—your do’s and don’ts. Go over them repeatedly so they’re clear. Bring up scenarios that could happen and discuss how they might make you feel.

From my perspective, I think I felt this way because, as I mentioned in Part Three, Luna and I had bonded, and it felt like my husband was sleeping with my friend. If it had been with any other woman there, I probably wouldn’t have been as upset. I felt a sense of betrayal. In hindsight, I know now that he didn’t mean to upset me—there was no ill intent. I also think Luna wouldn’t do anything purposefully to hurt me. It was just a crazy night full of alcohol.

The following morning, we were much calmer and discussed what had happened. There are still some grey areas that don’t make sense, even now. He explained his side to me, but remember, this is just my perspective—he has his own view of how things went down. He tried to make it up to me, but I was still upset. 😢

Context: •The first two images are of me and Luna talking before we met at the pool. •The second was of me talking to Sasha the following morning. •The fourth is me asking Mia if I had left my purse in her room. I later found my purse in our room but my husband had left his phone in their room that they had handed over to the front desk

Before I go, I just want to thank everyone who has been reading. I appreciate you all so much. ❤️

Thanks, loves!😘