In that one last look over her shoulder, my wife said so many things to me. We'd been invited to a Swingers club by a friend my wife met at her gym. We didn't agree to go right away, but she continued to mention that she was curious, so I finally agreed that we could check it out. Before we could be considered for membership, it turned out, my wife had to go into a private part of the clubhouse to be "interviewed." I was concerned about the subject matter of the "interview" based upon how my wife had to be dressed, or should I say, undressed, as part of the interview. But in her look at me as she left me to wait for her, I could see this was something she really wanted. But I could also see that this was probably going to mean a change in our marriage, because I had a feeling we were going to be accepted as members tonight.