There was no doubt about it. Magnus wasn’t the only one who had traveled to Stockholm from Uppsala tonight. He took a long sip of his beer and leane... back against the grey cement wall in disbelief.The thought that he might run into a student or the owner of one of his canine or feline patients had briefly crossed his mind on the train to Stockholm that night. But it was a Sunday and a very particular fetish night at a very particular club; what were the chances? Now he wondered for a moment if. Ya wanted to maybe go out?I hit send and tried to buy a little time before going out and facing him. I rinsed my face and wet my hair, running my hands threw it and shaking it, which gave it a really horrible messy look. "God! This looks terrible." I thought. I dried off my face and made my way outside, he greated me with "Hey, what took so long? My parents have been here for like five minutes." I apologized and jumped in the car with him. I couldn't believe it, he hadn't even read the. Soon they asked if I wanted a beer. They brought down some beers and we all started drinking until it started getting dark, I was the center of attention and loving it I must admit. One of the guys said he was starving and I said why not bring the beers over to their room and we could order some pizza and continue partying. They all agreed and we headed toward my place. I was getting wet just thinking about what might happen, I think we all knew we were not going to order any food…Once inside. We had been browsing various swinging websites for a few month, looking for someone regular who we could both trust. One day at work, I was browsing through the website when I had noticed messages between my wife and a black guy, called Charles. I read through the messages and there was nothing sinister, just some mild flirting. Later that night after settling down to watch some TV, I mentioned to Louise that I’d read some of the messages between her and Charles. She told me that she first.