When I told my closest friend of 10 years that my husband and I had started swinging she reacted in three steps:
Step one I’ve decided to call: "What did you just say?"
Because that’s what Amy* said when I told her that myself and the hubster had started f**king other couples.
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She said: "What did you just say? I think I missed that."
Amy hadn’t missed it. What Amy had missed was that deep underneath my Catholic, Latin American flesh was the heart of a total Mary Magdalene. A veritable whore’s whore, if you will.
Then came the second step: Hysterical Support. You know the kind; the whole uplifting, ear-shattering, piercing scream that only the most excited of friends can do? That’s what screeched into my ear at almost deafening levels;
"Oh my Gawd, Matilda! That’s f**king amazing."
And it was. The f**king other people thing, that is. Although I didn’t say that – I sort of just laughed nervously because this was the first time I’d admitted my little after work activity to anyone in my social, non-f**king circle out loud.