I'm currently going through a divorce, but it's the most amicable and peaceful one I think I could have ever imagined. That's mostly due to the fact that my soon-to-be ex wife has basically already moved out to live with the husband of a couple we've been swapping with for years. And the wife is indeed coming on over to live with me as she and her husband also have decided to separate. I wouldn't believe it if it wasn't happening to me, but here we are, two couples in a little suburban neighborhood swapping wives permanently, "no trade backs."

I'm getting the quiet shy girl in the foursome; skinny, small tits, perfect cute little ass, long brunette hair, and gorgeous blue eyes. She's originally from the Ukraine - she's a great cook and we have very in depth conversations about a variety of topics. My ex is almost the exact opposite - blond (when it suits her), big tits, curvy ass, lovely brown eyes. Wifey was quite the partier in her day, only slowed down when we first got together due to a pregnancy scare that put her off from wanting kids for the most part.

Wifey was the one who initiated the swap once we got to know the other couple. The husband is kind of a bro, which was her type before us anyhow. He's actually a pretty good guy and has been there for us several times over the years, so I can't be too mad about it. After some drinks one night she started the conversation about it as a group, which led to the wives excitedly but hesitantly switching beaus for a little makeout session, but no action other than that followed for a couple of months.

When it finally happened, and that moment where the girls stood up and walked over to the other fella, that image is kind of burned in my mind though it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. We all talked the whole time, giving pointers to each other, encouraging one another to have fun. The girls weren't trying to go lesbian or team up on a guy, just genuinely enjoying the moment and their new partner. The guys weren't trying to cram all their cocks into one gal, or pound their asses like porn stars. We were all in the same room, but wholly engaged with our new lovers. And as we progressed and swapped in separate rooms, or had little dates or trists on the regular, it again just seemed a natural situation all the way around.

And no joke, I honestly haven't had sex with my wife after first full swap. We basically swapped there emotionally, I guess. And it's never been weird - we've been friendly, living as roommates basically.

So divorce papers are filed and we're all talking about a dual wedding. We've been figuring out how to divide assets by meeting and talking about it. No hurt feelings whatsoever (I'm actually kind of happy she'll be taking her little Pomeranian with her, never liked that dog). We all go out on dates together and simply fall in with our new partners like it's nothing. Since we live in a pretty large city, no one really knows what's going on. Everyone still wears their wedding rings, too - just another weird oddity from this whole thing.

And I do feel that I love my soon-to-be new wife; I'm also happy that my soon-to-be ex wife is happy and in a healthy relationship with someone I approve of and trust not to treat her poorly. We've all talked to our families about the pending divorce, citing changing directions in our lives as the reason. Again, because this has all been so amicable, our families have been supportive.

What an interesting way to head toward mid-life.

Seriously, AMA. This is too weird a situation to not talk about a little bit more.