A long time before my wife, Lady D, became a heterosexual woman, we were having sex.
Then she asked me, "When we were having sex, did you ever imagine having sex with another woman?"
I answered honestly, saying no.
I then asked her if she had ever thought about it.
She hesitated.
'Don't be angry with me. Yes, more than once."
I naturally wanted to know who the man was.
'Honestly, there were several men. But I won't tell you who."
When I asked if I knew them, she said, 'All of them — you know them well. That's why I don't want to tell you their names."
I said, "Obviously it didn't happen, because she would have told me."
She said, 'May I conclude from this that you wouldn't have a problem if it happened?' "
Me: 'No, I don't. But isn't it dangerous if he or they know that you are, let's say, available to them?"
She: 'When someone gropes my breasts or caresses my upper legs near my pussy, or when we tongue kiss, he knows he can seduce me. I want your promise that you won't be angry if I let him fuck me. I don't want to feel guilty towards you.'
Of course, I promised never to be angry, but only under one condition. That she would always tell me.
Very near to what was said in reality.