I'm not sure why I'm so drawn to the thrill of sleeping with other men, maybe it's the excitement of the unknown or the rush of adrenaline I get from sneaking around behind closed doors. Whatever it is, I know I'm not ashamed of it, and Marc, my wonderful husband, is more than happy to accommodate my desires.
I met John, Marc's friend, last week, and oh boy, what a night it was! We were at this posh restaurant, celebrating Marc's business deal, and John was there, looking dapper in his tailored suit. I remember thinking to myself, "Who is this guy, and why haven't I met him before?" The way he smiled at me, the way he laughed, it was all so...alluring.
As the night went on, Marc and I exchanged a few knowing glances, and I could sense the excitement building up inside me. I knew Marc was aware of my wandering eyes, and he was more than happy to let me have my fun. We've been doing this for years now, and it's become a part of our relationship. Some people might call it an open relationship, but I like to think of it as an "open-minded" relationship.
John was charming, to say the least. He's got this rugged, bad-boy vibe going on, and I was intrigued. We talked about everything from music to movies to our shared love of old-school rock 'n' roll. Marc was chatting with some other friends, laughing and joking around, completely unaware of the chemistry brewing between John and me.
As the night wore on, the restaurant started to clear out, and we decided to head back to our place for a nightcap. Marc suggested we play some music and have a few more drinks, and I knew exactly what he was getting at. John seemed hesitant at first, but I could see the curiosity in his eyes. He knew something was up, but he wasn't quite sure what.
We got back to our place, and Marc put on some music, pouring us all a drink. I made sure to sit next to John on the couch, our legs touching, and our eyes locking in a way that said, "We're in on this together." Marc was sitting across from us, a knowing glint in his eye, as he watched us flirt shamelessly.
John was hesitant at first, but as the night wore on, he started to relax, started to enjoy the attention. I could see the desire building up in him, and I knew it was only a matter of time before we took things to the next level. Marc was watching us, a smile spreading across his face, as he sipped his drink and nodded in approval.
The music was loud, the lights were dim, and the tension was palpable. I leaned in close to John, my lips brushing against his ear, and I whispered, "Do you want to have some fun?" He looked at me, his eyes locked on mine, and I knew the answer was yes.
We excused ourselves, Marc giving us a sly wink as we headed upstairs. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the music drifting up from downstairs. John was hesitant at first, but I took charge, my hands roaming over his body, my lips pressed against his.
It was like we were in a bubble, just the two of us, lost in the moment. I could feel Marc's eyes on us, watching us from the shadows, and it only added to the excitement. John was a great lover, rough and gentle all at once, and I was in heaven.
As the night drew to a close, John left, and Marc came upstairs, a smile spreading across his face. We talked about the night, about how much fun we had, and how excited we were to do it again. It's moments like those that I realize how lucky I am to have Marc, to have a husband who understands me, who loves me for who I am.
I know some people might call me a cheater, might say I'm disrespecting Marc by sleeping with other men. But they don't understand, they don't get it. This is who I am, and Marc loves me for it. We have a special bond, a bond that goes beyond the conventional norms of relationships.
As I drifted off to sleep that night, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was living my best life, and I wasn't apologizing to anyone for it.