In bed with Sandro and soon with Patricia-Pascale and her boyfriend?!

Last weekend I didn’t feel like going out. Sandro does. Long story short: the good guy comes home with a big hickey. It was made by some disco queen. Maybe a Patricia. Or Pascale. Sandro doesn’t remember exactly.

It’s okay that Sandro hugged Patricia-Pascale. That’s our agreement. It just happened for the first time. So from his side. I once kissed the lips of strangers in Tel Aviv in the summer. Sandro thought it was okay. I think Patricia-Pascale is fine too.

The hickey doesn’t need to be there, I admit. He feels like a nuisance in our bed. So basically in Sandro’s bed. But this is also my bed, I feel. So get out of there, Patricia-Pascale-whoever.

It was very unspectacular, says Sandro. Drink, sound, a chat, tongue in, dark corner, hand under the shirt. A bit of fiddling, the quick question of whether it was for him or her, his neither-nor answer and goodbye.

Would he like to be with you?

“Come on, Ems!”

I understand. I’m still glad he didn’t do it.

Did they switch numbers? “Of course not,” says Sandro. That would be against the rules. Would he like that? “Absolutely not!”

Good.

As we talk about it, the rain pounds against the window. I lie on Sandro’s chest. He strokes my hair and kisses my head. Somehow there’s no room for anyone else here. And somehow, yes. This emotional back and forth is exhausting.

A few nights later, Sandro goes out for burgers with the boys. When he got home, the first thing he told me was that Patricia-Pascale was sitting at the next table. “With her sweetheart.” He greeted him very kindly when Patricia-Pascale introduced Sandro as the person she made out with at the club last weekend.

She was very flirty. After the burger with the boys, Sandro sat down with Patricia-Pascale and her husband. During the second beer they asked him two questions:

1. Whether he wants to go with them (Patricia-Pascale’s boyfriend likes cuckolds).

2. Whether he and I are open to swapping partners.

“Is that us, Ems?” he asks me. I don’t have to think long. “Yes,” I say. The thought excites me. The idea also feels like a safe space. Sandro has Patricia-Pascale’s number. We send a selfie with a bar in front of our eyes that says “Yes, we want that!”, and they also respond with a Pärli selfie. Lots of bare skin without seeing anything.

I think Patricia-Pascale is hot. And I like Patricia-Pascale’s boyfriend.

And because everything is very hot at the moment, Sandro and I are having very hot sex and we are very on fire and we have agreed for a four-way meeting next Saturday where, logo, everything is possible and nothing is mandatory.

I am very excited.

I’ve never had a foursome like this before.

Neither does Sandro.

Patricia-Pascale and her husband do.

Excellent.

You will find out in two weeks whether it will actually be as beautiful. Or never. Then it would be a disaster. Which I don’t believe.

But life is full of surprises.