I sat there wondering how my husband would respond the first time he decided to leave me a message and heard me. I already planned to tell him that I ...as turned on and the message was for him.Sitting there I was trying to decide if I wanted to get on the internet for awhile before I went to bed or if I should run down to the video store and rent a couple movies. I liked both idea's, I had heard a lot over the years about porn on the Internet and I had this strong urge to investigate it and see. We both decided that we would have a box each, write our fantasies on a piece of paper and we would take one fantasy from each others box and arrange it but not let on which fantasy it was or when it would happen to make it more exciting. We each picked one out and when I read what my wife had written, I was shocked but that soon turned to excitement, it read ‘Spend time with a really well hung black guy’ with the condition that I would be there to share the moment and for safety. Well! I did. .. a proper polyamorous wedding without the necessity of converting to Mormonism, overwhelmed us. We couldn’t just engrave ‘It’s Complicated’ on tasteful ivory card stock and mail it off to all of our various friends and family. Besides, if marrying one woman wasn’t complicated and life-disrupting enough, then marrying two, mother and daughter at that, would just multiply all the usual relationship difficulties, plus allow for even less available closet space.That’s me ... the pessimist. So, we. "I'm not talking about some kind of gang bang or a huge orgy with dozens of people writhing all over the floor. But - " But you've been looking back and thinking about what you might have missed. The old syndrome: why aren't I having wonderful sex when everyone else is. And we all know about the swinging scene. Have you looked at that on the internet."I nodded."Tempted?" Yes, if I could be sure of what I was getting into. The people, how would I decide who to approach, if we did meet, how would.