She did a spa day at the resort that cost me a small fortune. She wore a spa robe back to our room with nothing underneath it. She carried her clothes in a spa bag. As soon as the door closed behind her, she proudly showed me her bikini-waxed bush. That initiated more incredible sex. She hadn't waxed in years. She uses a razor and hair clippers.
We did room service on Saturday night with two-plus bottles of wine. We calmly discussed her affairs without guilt or blame between incredible sex sessions. I intently listened to her. She volunteered more info than I expected. We agreed to leave the past where it belonged. We focused on our future. We agreed to examine sexual possibilities beyond our bedroom. We agreed that if we were to open our sex lives that we would have to do it as a team. We agreed to research our options and conduct thorough analyses before deciding. We agreed to discuss it at great length, probably this weekend.
We were gratified by the amazing sex we had. It reminded us of our dating and early marriage years when we indiscriminately had sex anywhere and everywhere we could.
I'll post more when I know more.