A Little Time By Myself Away From Home. Care To Join Me?

Watching her get laid is pretty incredible.

But the dance leading to that is pretty awesome too.

Flirting is fun

Being in a relationship doesn’t mean you must stop having fun.

Remember how enjoyable and exciting it was when you first met your partner? The gazing, the teasing, the games, etc?

Those honeymoon stage feelings don’t last with long-term partners; they soon fade away to start along another kind of route.

Why not act on those feelings with someone new for a few moments? You don't forget your partner is the one you come back home to.

Flirting with other people while in a relationship is a personal decision. If you don't feel the need to flirt, that means you're completely content and settled. But, if you’re up for some fun and you start feeling trapped in your relationship, go flirt!

Draw boundaries and continue loving your partner.

Elite

Heading out to the hot tub. Winter soaks are the best.

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

The One She Never Talked About

The wife and I have always been open. And while I love hearing about her past exploits, she only wanted to know names and how long we dated. And that’s how it’s been over the years. I know what she’s done and with whom. I know some body sizes, shapes, if their cock curved left or right or was straight. Her light skinned Italian lover with dark penis like a black guy. I even know about the guy with the three inch dick and anger issues that she only fucked once. I know more than most husbands would even want to. All except for one boyfriend. She only told me where he grew up and nothing else. Then last night we were driving home from somewhere and she blurted out, “oh, this is where so and so lived when I dated him.” She always used a nickname when we ever briefly brought him up. So I started asking easy innocent questions: How’d you meet Did you come up here often Did you sleep with him … All things she’d never opened up about this guy. Out of the blue she said, “that field there is where I had outdoor sex for the first time… Oh my God he had a huge cock” Now I know of her friend with the eight inch cock, I even met him on a few occasions. But for her to blurt out “huge cock”, I’m guessing he’s got to be larger. Nine or ten? So we get home and she says it’s late and she’s going to bed. I told her I had to straighten some things up and I should be in in a half hour or so. After five minutes I decided I just wanted to go to bed as well. As I near the bedroom, I hear the unmistakable sound of her vibrator. I slowly peer through door just in time to see her build up to and have an incredible orgasm. I gave her a few seconds to regroup, took a few steps back and cleared my throat. I walked in the room to see her spread eagle on the bed, vibrator on her stomach and breathing like she ran a marathon. I asked her if that was thinking about Steve. (I changed his name) Without opening her eyes, she said, “ mmm, yes”. I told her that now I knew why she never said much, she still loved his cock, to which she agreed. I asked her if she ever found him over the years. She said no, but she told me a few years ago she did a search. I told her maybe we should look again. She answered that she’d be ok with that. I said if it comes to fucking him, I want to either be there, or know about it beforehand and hear all the details. “I’m good with that”. So am I.

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Yes!

The answer is YES!

Definitely Alpha here.

This was confusing to her at first because she thought sharing her meant I was a cuck. I’m far from that.

Compersion is my thing, seeing her happy and sexually satisfied. No humiliation.

This makes more sense than most guys realize.

Tell me, how would you flirt with my wife? Would you mind my being in on the conversation? Would you prefer I watch from a distance?