Over the holidays, my husband’s boss Jim invited us to a wife-swap party at his country house.

Though we’d never swapped partners before, the suggestion was appealing. We both agreed that we were open to test the waters and before I knew it we were headed out of the city and into totally new territory.

We pulled up to a pretty colonial house tucked behind a copse of trees to hide the home from prying eyes. Jim greeted us and ushered us inside, where a cocktail party was already in full swing.

My husband drifted off into the crowd and I bounced from group to group. Not knowing anyone but my husband, it was difficult to determine who was a couple and who had already swapped. Overwhelmed, I tucked myself in a corner and took a moment to observe.

Jim sidled up beside me. We talked for... Read More