Yep

Absolutely And we have plans to do it again tonight at a bar.

I’m curious how many other couples talk about this or how many other men desire to see their wives with another guy.

Last night my wife fucked my brains out after flirting with a guy during after dinner drinks together. I really think she’s going to sleep with someone soon for me.

I said these exact words the first time she fucked another guy.

It’s what I wanted and I had the get that first tinge of jealousy out of my head.

I pushed that feeling to the side and we had the first of many great times together with a third.

Our Secrets

We’ve all got secrets. What’s yours? Mine is sexual, and nobody knows. I’m insatiable. I can’t get enough. I masturbate once a day at a minimum. My wife doesn’t even know this. For most men, I’ve read, images help to get them off. For me, it’s chatting online with others about sex. About seeing my wife pleasured by another man, about swinging, about their wives or girlfriends, maybe even about their bisexual experiences. You see, to me, sex is sex. It’s friendly, it’s open. Masturbation doesn’t get in the way of my everyday life, but it is something I choose to make a priority. What about you? Do you masturbate at all? Some people don’t. Many women started later in life, if at all, and some of them had to learn how to give it a go. What do you use to get off? Pictures? Words. Internet chat? Phone sex??

Let me know.

I can’t even count the number of times we’ve done this. Just got to get her to take that next step.

This makes a lot of sense. Maybe this is why I can’t travel with her anymore.

I love when she flirts in front of me. The next step is kissing a guy in front of me

After The Gym

A new Tumblr friend helped me realize I could post this story. I go to a smaller boutique gym located in a business park. I was running late after my workout and found that I was the only one left besides a much younger trainer with whom I had become friendly. We were chatting as he was closing up and I was getting my bag together. As he walked me to my car I thanked him for his recent help with my form and stuff while working out. He said, “Glad to help”, as he slapped my ass. He had never been physical with me before, and, I must admit, I got a little charge out of this. We got to my car and we were just chatting and flirting a little now, a first. He’s attractive and fit. Great abs! I opened my trunk to put bag away. I was turned, in my trunk bent over when he started rubbing my ass. I was surprised to say the least but I didn’t move. He mentioned how he’s noticed how much more tone I’ve gotten in the last couple months. He was now kneading my ass cheeks with both hands and I let out a little giggle as I wiggled my butt under his muscular hands. Then he ran his thumb between my legs grazing my pussy. I knew I should put an end to this but I stayed there bent over, head in my trunk with this man who was not my husband rubbing on me and now touching my sex. Then it happened, he was tugging at my yoga pants and successfully pulling them down. And I wasn’t stopping him. I rested my elbows on my bag as I felt him move my thong strap to the side. I haven’t been this wet in a very long time and this surprised me as I generally need a lot of foreplay. All of a sudden his hands were no longer touching me. I thought maybe he realized this was wrong. But he was just pulling his shorts down. I then felt him press against me and he slid in. Just a smooth move in one step and I took him fully. It felt like an hour but it was mere minutes. He came in my pussy then pulled out. This was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. I kissed him on the lips, we had never even kissed cheeks before. Then I told him I really had to get home. I sat in my car shaking. I could not believe what had just happened. I was in heaven. Now, I walk in the house and my husband is in the kitchen as I entered. “Wow, good workout today?” He said. Apparently my face was still flushed. Now he wants to talk about our days and some upcoming weekend plans. All the while the trainers seed is slowly leaking out of my vajayjay. I made an excuse to get to the washroom and to relive what had just happened. This was a one time thing, my trainer friend was still friendly but didn’t stop by as much after our encounter. I’m fine with that, it was fun, exciting, something I didn’t see coming but nothing I regret at all. And so happy to be able to share. L. Margie 2017