I Let a Stranger Finger Me. At the time, I had been married for a little over 5 years. My husband and I went out one evening. The bar we were at was packed, and I was wearing short black skirts. There were so many people on the dance floor that it was impossible not to rub against people. As usually, a number of guys had 'accidentally' rubbed ...
Sabrina Nanji August 18, 2014. A few nights ago, I had a one-night stand with a complete stranger. My first — but hardly a first for womankind. Now before we go any further, dear reader, it’s important for you to understand something about me. I am a bonafide prude when it comes to anything even remotely sexual with strangers.Estimated Reading Time: 5 mins
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Wife finally agreed. After years of trying to persuade my wife of 20 years to let another man f*** her,she finally agreed and now I can't stop thinking she enjoyed it too much. I arranged for a friend of mine who Beth my my wife knew vaguely to come to our house,I had explained to him what I had in mind and that Beth was all for it.
The first lover I met through nerve.com was a 40-something lawyer called Jonathan*. Slim, handsome with glasses and a stylish haircut, he suggested we kiss to test our sexual chemistry. “There ...Estimated Reading Time: 6 mins
The Reluctant Wife. Prologue. Six months earlier. Charlotte was a woman in her prime. Her hair was still blonde; she even had her figure for thirty. She had a bachelor's degree in Advertising. Unfortunately, she gave up all that she had worked to gain for marriage, to Alex Cahill. He …
But I wanted to try sex with strangers, one night stands, threesomes… I’ve always had a fantasy of including more people in our playtime. ... Without communication, none of this would have happened in the first place. Remember that wife-sharing is not about cheating. It is the complete opposite, in fact. It is the act of introducing a third ...Estimated Reading Time: 8 mins
Do you want a gift for the father of your child or a gift that says I want to jump your bones? Being with him was exquisite. Of course, really, there was no way he could have known the kind of night I had just had. I am a bonafide prude when it comes to anything even remotely sexual with strangers. I have to get used to being alone, right? Quickly she finished getting dressed and went down stairs to join the others. He knew he had lost her. She was going home and that would be that. She wouldn't do either. I love hearing my wife describe her sexual escapades before we met. Without missing a beat, he reached over and lightly took my fingertips in his. Are you alright, dear? By the time she was ready, Jill had arrived to pick her up. She also couldn't wait to give Alex his gift. After the first year of their marriage, she wanted a cat; a big fluffy black cat. The last thing on my mind at the moment was birth control. Still trying though The wine on top of the previous drinks made me mellow, and I was getting giggly and touchy-feely with the guy. I was in paradise. That night when she arrived home, she walked in the door just in time to grab the phone. She hoped Charlotte wasn't in any kind of pain. We knew we were both sleeping with other people, but we kept to the rules and never spoke about it. They hit the small shops in mid town San Antonio first. He always took care of his cows before he noticed his own wife; what would make him notice now? Their marriage was in shambles when they were together. Categories All Confessions. In the middle of the night I had to answer my call of nature and climbed over the seat to get into the gangway and down to the toiled. Alex stood back and watched her get into her car and drive away into the night. She couldn't keep anything down, couldn't sleep, and couldn't concentrate at work. We saw our first one again, and we quickly moved on to see these two new ones, as well. Post was not sent - check your email addresses! I'm 19 and in a committed relationship Comment required. Then we waited for the bad feelings to kick in. I smiled at her as she licked her lips to get all of my juices into her mouth. So, was last night one final chance for him to get her back? I just don't know. As they finished their shopping, it dawned on Charlotte she had nothing to wear for dinner that night. It was another lazy evening at our house, us with a bottle of wine and some show on TV. Talk, talk, and then talk some more. The ladies were quite pleased with themselves. Charlotte's brain kicked in at that moment and she said, "We have to stop this. Most Popular. Good night. I needed to get out. Even if a baby doesn't make Alex straighten up, look at what is before you. But I have this empty feeling in my stomach. Why again do you want a divorce? You'd have no excuse but to sign them. She stopped him. She showed them a wide selection of dresses in different lengths and styles. Stay logged in.
A few nights ago, I had a one-night stand with a complete stranger. My first — but hardly a first for womankind. I am a bonafide prude when it comes to anything even remotely sexual with strangers. Nestled at the bar, I chat with a couple I deduce must have been in their sixties, who tell me they drive in from Hamilton whenever this band has a gig in Toronto. It figures that with all of these strapping young male specimens flying solo at the bar did that one just give me a come hither-look? And not to be rude, but I was on a mission, so unless these two are interested in a three-way , I think to myself as the husband starts a jazz-is-more-of-an-experience-than-a-spectacle rant, skedaddle. Slightly ruffled but undeterred, I order a veggie burger with extra cheese from the bartender. I feel my hopes for a wild dalliance being swept away by one of the busboys weaving in and out of the stacked barstools. One thing led to another, and lucky me, this saxophone player happened to be from New York City and conveniently staying in one of the hotel rooms above The Rex. Besides, this was more about me than it was about the act, or him. He was the supporting role to my play-acting. An accessory in my one-woman show. After the deed, we exchanged pleasantries and I get redressed. I thank the jazz man for a nice time and say it was lovely to have met him manners go a long way in this life, my father always said, and what a strange thought to have entered my brain under even stranger circumstances. Heading down the steps to Osgoode station, cheeseburger to-go box in tow, I realize the doors are shuttered. Incredulous, I ask a group of college-aged guys nearby for the time. The kid shrugs and disappears into the taxi ahead of mine. I start to get paranoid. Did he know? Did I have a scarlet letter embroidered on my dress or hovering above me in flashing lights? Of course, really, there was no way he could have known the kind of night I had just had. That was for me. After my night at The Rex I felt incredibly liberated, in control and in touch with my body. I take comfort in the fact that I went for it. Maybe he was drunker than I realized. I wish I could be as confident in my affairs as I know a good feminist should be, but I comfort myself with the knowledge that having doubts and making mistakes is seminal to sorting out the mess of being a woman, being this woman. Thank you! You have successfully joined our subscriber list. At least, for one night. Follow Us On Instagram shedoesthecity. Who else is constantly in awe of briony? The Tor. Load More Follow on Instagram.
You people have no morals at all. July was always the hottest time of the year in Texas. Since that night it has been a bit strained between us,part of me wants to do it again and part of me is filled with a sick,jealous feeling in my stomach. Bored after 18 years with her husband, Robin Rinaldi placed an ad seeking casual encounters with new men and women. The ham and turkey were done. He wasn't good enough for the Monroe's. Want to read confessions and comments uncensored? I love hearing my wife describe her sexual escapades before we met. The nurse looked at charlotte with a pleased smile. Is this post inapropriate? Their marriage was in shambles when they were together. She thought of the perfect gift for Alex, An engraved picture frame. I'm not sure what's right any more. She had a full schedule and she was ready to get started. You deserve the whor you have. It was going to be Christmas soon. How depressing was that? As they walked out to the dance floor, Charlotte started to feel faint. Charlotte noticed he looked nervous. After talking with her husband, she placed an ad online looking for new lovers. She tossed and turned all night. We went online in search of wife sharing guides and instructions on how to do this properly, and we started preparing. He had thought about it often. Alex would be here any minute, she thought to herself. What if I come back here to the ranch and things are the way they were before? I can't believe after being separated for six months he finally signed them. It won't happen again. Confess Something. Unfortunately, she gave up all that she had worked to gain for marriage, to Alex Cahill. OneTaste was the place where I selected most of my lovers, although I picked up a couple of guys, like the year-old in Vegas, on business trips. I tried to ignore her but she nudged me. She felt like she couldn't breathe. It was very romantic. She had to promise to take it easy. Well that has got to be something, she thought. He knew he had lost her. No matter how much she loved Alex, she wouldn't even begin to consider going back unless a lot of things changed. Seeing how it was a ranch, she opted for maternity jeans and a pullover sweater. Trapped in a marriage where the sex was routine, freelance journalist Robin Rinaldi , now 50, embarked on a month experiment in which she lived apart from her husband during the week and took lovers. Partner-sharing was high on my list of unrealized kinks. OneTaste was populated by cool, open-minded San Franciscans who wanted to expand their horizons. It was noticeable that she was uneasy and nervous. I want her happy and I am open to a third person, male for her. So you are moving back home right? I Laos mentioned I had similar dreams. I just thought you'd want to know. That helped a lot, knowing that my life partner was there for me during this whole process. He dusted his hat off and got ready to do battle with Charlotte. Jill noticed something was on her friend's mind. Branch out a little, try new things, new people. The one thing I am sure of in all this mess is this baby.
Thanks for contacting us. We've received your submission. Trapped in a marriage where the sex was routine, freelance journalist Robin Rinaldi , now 50, embarked on a month experiment in which she lived apart from her husband during the week and took lovers. Stuck in a rut — our once-a-week sex life was loving, but lacked spontaneity and passion — I was craving seduction and sexual abandon. I was having a midlife crisis and chasing this profound, deeply rooted experience of being female. Before then, starting a family had felt like one route to this elusive state of feminine fulfillment. But Scott had made it absolutely clear he never wanted a baby, and even had a vasectomy. Many people will find this hard to understand, but, as the door to motherhood closed, I found myself rushing towards this whole other outlet of heightened female experience — taking lovers. I was pretty conservative. Sexually, I was experiencing what happens to a lot of women in their late 30s and early 40s. I was approaching my sexual peak and was relaxing into myself. I broke the news to Scott that I wanted an open marriage in early , a few months after his vasectomy. Against the idea at first, he eventually relented. Both of us could sleep with whomever we chose as long as we used protection. My first step was placing an ad on nerve. You must be trustworthy, smart, and skilled at conversation as well as in bed. The first lover I met through nerve. Slim, handsome with glasses and a stylish haircut, he suggested we kiss to test our sexual chemistry. On our second date, the following week, he came to my studio after work with a cooler of snacks and some wine. We stumbled to the bed, where he turned me onto my hands and knees and took me from behind. Around the same time, I took workshops at OneTaste , a sexual-education center, which has branches in New York and San Francisco, where I lived at the time. OneTaste was the place where I selected most of my lovers, although I picked up a couple of guys, like the year-old in Vegas, on business trips. OneTaste was populated by cool, open-minded San Franciscans who wanted to expand their horizons. They included an astrologer named Jude, 12 years my junior. The moment I saw him, I was irresistibly drawn in. Slightly built and neo-hippy, he was spiritual, calm and centered. I was an Italian, meat-eating, busy magazine editor. But we had a real connection. I became infatuated with him, but the sex soon fizzled. Without missing a beat, he reached over and lightly took my fingertips in his. I loved our conversation, the fact he was a writer, the books he read. Things in the bedroom were mind-blowing and, before I knew it, I was hooked. I stuck to that. I liked it. It was the perfect balance, living on my own during the week and then returning home. We knew we were both sleeping with other people, but we kept to the rules and never spoke about it. We had sex as always and the open marriage spiced things up — at least at first. But, by the end of the month project, moving back home full time proved more difficult than I had thought. Suddenly I found an updated version of myself. She was less shy, more confident, wilder. Meanwhile, it turned out that, for around six months, Scott had been exclusively sleeping with one woman, a lot younger than me. The turning point was hearing from Alden. He sent me an email, out of the blue, several months after the project had come to an end. Before long, we were having sex again. Being with him was exquisite.