Interesting, And Encouraging. Thanks.

Absolutely - the naughtier, the better.

I need friends like this to hang out with...

Worship bwc

The best of both worlds.

This cartoon was what inspired me to do a few drawings of my own. I realised it expresses the idea better than most of the re-purposed photos circulating here. It's very easy to identify with it because he could be anyone. Thank you to the author.

Also sounds true.

Women Need More Than 1 Sex Partner

Anthropologists and sex researchers have puzzled over why women are multi-orgasmic and men aren’t.  It really doesn’t make sense if your model is that men are more sexual. Shouldn’t men be able to have multiple orgasms quicker than women? Yet it makes perfect sense when you realize women evolved for having multiple partners.

Of late, scientists are starting to believe that women who had greater orgasmic capabilities had greater survival outcomes thereby passing their genes onto their children.  This was partly reproductive.  A woman’s chance of getting pregnant was greater if she had sex with multiple men. Pretty simple.  In addition, the offspring's survival was greater if she had sex with multiple partners outside of her most fertile time of the month.  Multiple partners would help to take care of her and their children.  Consistent sex led to deeper social connections.

Women evolved to have multiple partners.   That was the natural order until relatively recently when the practice of 1 woman for 1 man took hold. 

All of this is confirmed by people in the lifestyle. A man’s sex drive  remains fairly stable even with multiple partners.  However, a woman’s sex drive skyrockets when she has multiple partners.  The way it takes shape might be different. Some women like a more connected approach with 1 or 2 additional sex partners.   Some women need the variety of many casual sex partners.  Either way, the husband benefits from having a more confident empowered wife.  A happy wife equals a happy life. 

More husbands are realizing this and helping their wives by encouraging them to take on additional sex partners.

Yup. I just wish she'd use it.

I absolutely do. The sense that he's just for sex, but I get the important stuff: her love and passion.

This week's fantasy: my wife has an online boyfriend.

So my fantasy right now is for my wife to have an online boyfriend. He's not a local so she can't meet him in person. She has progressed past the stage of texting and is now having video call sessions. I want to watch her, but she says she's too self-conscious to have me watching her as she can't let her guard down and just enjoy him. As a result, I let her do this in private.

She sets up her laptop in the bedroom and I have to leave. I sit in the next room. I try to listen in, but can barely hear anything through our thick walls. My imagination goes wild. This feels like it lasts a lifetime as I struggle to understand my feelings. I'm a bit jealous and feel left out, while still feeling very much part of this sexual encounter and incredibly arroused. It all feels so right because as her husband, I'm responsibly for her sexual satisfaction, and this is how I can give it to her - by not denying her this deep need she has. I even feel proud of my strength and trust.

When she's done, she calls me back in. The bed is covered in abandoned sex toys. She pushes them to the side and I get onto the bed. We kiss passionately and we have awesome sex. She's hot, sweaty and very wet. I reclaim her, but I'm certain she's imagining herself having sex with him as an extension of her online session. I'm the human touch she craves with him but couldn't have. When we're done, we cuddle, recommitting our love for each other. She tells me about what they did online, but a few dreamy pauses hints that she's not telling me everything. Clearly he releases a side to her she doesn't want to reveal me. Things she can't say or do with me since I'm her husband, loving life partner and father to her daughter. That's fine since I want her to enjoy her sexuality as much as she possibly can.

After this, she doesn't speak of him again all weekend. She's tucked him away. It's as if he doesn't exist and I'm, once again, the only man in her life.

This is how our Friday nights play out... and I don't even know what he looks like.

I do wish it, even though I don't quite understand why the idea gets me so hard

Bring it on.