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Lorenzo and Me
My husband orchestrated this hook-up with a black man.
Sitting at the restaurant bar, I felt good with my second glass of Merlot. The wine was doing its thing, but I still had this nervous energy as I waited to meet Lorenzo.
I thought of how my husband had picked Lorenzo for me. It felt exciting, a bit naughty, and yet a little terrifying to be sitting in the bar of this fancy restaurant waiting for a stranger.
I’m a 40-year-old, and though I’m told I’m attractive, I’ve never really been one of those girls who’s been all that into the bar scene. It made me feel a little slutty. I’m not a slutty person.
I’m Victoria, a mom and a professional. My husband, Jeff, and I are a happily married couple and have been playing around in the swinger lifestyle for the last year.
We don’t go out and get wild. We only play when the right situation presents itself and talk a lot about it first. But this was the first time I agreed to meet a guy in a bar, alone, for a one-night stand.
My husband was the mastermind behind it all. He discovered Lorenzo on some lifestyle website, and this was my first time laying eyes on Lorenzo — I hadn’t even seen his photo.
