It's funny, the things you can get used to. It all started with a simple request. My husband Mark was going away on business, and he didn't want me to be lonely. He wanted me to go to dinner with a coworker.

I thought he was crazy. But when he came home, he didn't get angry. He didn't ask if I'd missed him. No, none of that.

What he wanted was a story. He called it "The Debriefing." He wanted me to sit down and tell him every single detail so he could get off on the thought of another man with his wife.

The weird thing is, the stories got better. The men got bigger. First it was dinner. Then it was sex. Then he wanted pictures. Then he wanted to watch on FaceTime.

But tonight, we've gone to the next level. Tonight, it's not just one man. David is bringing a friend?a man so big I'm honestly not sure I'll survive it.

And Mark... he's not watching on a screen from a hotel room a thousand miles away.

No, tonight my husband is hiding in our bedroom closet. Ten feet away. Listening to every grunt, every slap, and every single one of my screams, as they take turns wrecking his wife in his own bed.