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while visiting a friend who was going through a pretty tough break up, I was pretty shocked when he called me into his room to show me something... My husband was outside watching the kids. He just comes right out and asks me if I would have an affair with him! when I said no, he asked if I was attracted to him, to which I answered yes. then he said, so, we dont have to tell anyone. you know you want me! And told him that I was a faithful wife, but I would be happy to ask my husband about it...he was utterly shocked. he asked why I would do that and I told him because it will turn him on and he will say yes and then he asked if we both wanted to have an affair. we said yes.

 

I thought it would be weird because other times had been, and this was a friend and mixing friends with the lifestyle is risky and all but right then and there, crazed said, go for it, and he went right back out to watch the kids. we ended up spending the night that night and all three slept in the bed. it wasn't weird at all. in fact, because I had been with our friend before and already felt comfortable with him, we smoothly moved together. I was teased and loved and fucked hard, and I enjoyed it immensely. I didn't get much sleep but the sleep I did get was the best rest ever, securely laying , sated between two men I cared for and had just had an amazing night with. we went back on several other weekends and stayed over and I now know that the trick to a great experience is chemistry!!

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It's surprising how many people are willing to or have affairs, but those same people are shocked over the thought of someone just asking their S/O if it's okay with them to have sex with someone else. Who has the better relationship there?

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I know, it still shocks me remember that he was asking me. It went against what I always thought about affairs anyway..who asks that? I always thought that affairs just sort of happened when people let their guard down. And I still believe that s how most unfaithful affairs start,with neither side desiring to hurt the other person(s) in Thier lives. I'm so glad that he asked though because we were actively looking for partners at the time.

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