Boy-friends after marriage?
So this was a weekend and like the other weekends I advised my husband to bring his buddies to stay over. I love these guys!! Fun, witty and cozy. I kind off feel so nice and being-spend-good-time with them around when we got to stay with them a few months back. Even though I couldn't admit to my love that there was something more to that - I love flashing myself to them! I mean I don't know if anyone has experienced this but while I used to watch p0rn during my college days - flashing, flirting, body touches with husbands buddies was a fantasy, never shared that to my friends though. And now being a real wife and seeing the opp. I just felt like trying it out.
So last time we were on this trip and had to share a motel room with his buddies, I was totally on an embarassing situation. Like me as a woman with 3 of his buddies sleeping under the same roof without a wall!! The night went through like nothing happened but I felt like spending such more together nights again! I know I'm asking for something sooo stuupid but I couldn't convey my feelings completely to my husband, don't know how he would take though he has been open minded to a certain extend but this range...i'm not so sure.
I mean, you know what would least happen if a wife gets to share her room with her husbands friends along with her husband - the least you could expect is snares, flirt, and accidental touches. All of those happened that night and to be honest - I liked them.
I might be dirty on the subject but to be honest, I love their dirty snares and looks over me when I'm distracted. So last week my husband was recalling some memories about him and his friends and I said it would be better if he'd call them and have them stay for the weekend and that I'm totally fine over it, he was so happy. They came, I wore a sexy skirt and top, revealing enough, drank a few glasses with them, danced over it, though we didn't sleep in the same room like the motel, had a splendid weekend.
We did speak dirty to a certan extend and I'd say we both enjoyed it.
Fast forward, a few days later I get to meet one of them at the way to my home and he gave me a lift. Instead of driving home he took me to a bar where the other buddy was waiting. Phoned my husband about where I was and that I'd be late, had a few friendly drinks, danced with a couple of strangers and had some good food together and then home.
I get this feeling like as if they are turning into my boyfriends...like I feel so comfortable with them which is acually dangerous and at the same time I love the devilishness that's dwelling inside me.
So last time we were on this trip and had to share a motel room with his buddies, I was totally on an embarassing situation. Like me as a woman with 3 of his buddies sleeping under the same roof without a wall!! The night went through like nothing happened but I felt like spending such more together nights again! I know I'm asking for something sooo stuupid but I couldn't convey my feelings completely to my husband, don't know how he would take though he has been open minded to a certain extend but this range...i'm not so sure.
I mean, you know what would least happen if a wife gets to share her room with her husbands friends along with her husband - the least you could expect is snares, flirt, and accidental touches. All of those happened that night and to be honest - I liked them.
I might be dirty on the subject but to be honest, I love their dirty snares and looks over me when I'm distracted. So last week my husband was recalling some memories about him and his friends and I said it would be better if he'd call them and have them stay for the weekend and that I'm totally fine over it, he was so happy. They came, I wore a sexy skirt and top, revealing enough, drank a few glasses with them, danced over it, though we didn't sleep in the same room like the motel, had a splendid weekend.
We did speak dirty to a certan extend and I'd say we both enjoyed it.
Fast forward, a few days later I get to meet one of them at the way to my home and he gave me a lift. Instead of driving home he took me to a bar where the other buddy was waiting. Phoned my husband about where I was and that I'd be late, had a few friendly drinks, danced with a couple of strangers and had some good food together and then home.
I get this feeling like as if they are turning into my boyfriends...like I feel so comfortable with them which is acually dangerous and at the same time I love the devilishness that's dwelling inside me.
