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An affair to remember...
I am another woman prone to affairs. Entrapped by the lure of masculinity. I am exposed to wandering sex seekers in the animal kingdom.

Hello, my name is Venus. Looking for love.....No, you know what I mean....I am married. It's not that what I do with men needs to be sneaky in the back-alley. You can be relaxed on your part as my prospective lover. My Hubby is a liberal man.

Affair. I go into a trance when an opportunity comes to me. I get sucked in......Oh man, let's go for some coffee.
 
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Dirty talk

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An affair to remember...Another affair to remember.
I am another woman prone to affairs. Entrapped by the lure of masculinity. I am exposed to wandering sex seekers at the mercy of lustful passion in the animal kingdom.

Hello, my name is Venus. Looking for love.....No, you know what I mean....I am married. It's not that what I do with men needs to be sneaky in the back-alley. You can be relaxed on your part as my prospective lover. My Hubby is a liberal man.

Affair. I go into a trance when an opportunity comes to my presence. I get sucked in......Oh man, let's go for some coffee.

I like short RP's. Getting to the fucking action early makes me horny.
 
PM me luv, more than happy to engage in some conversation to find mutual interests and RP.
 
Now I have three men: Cum, double and MooMoo. All in love. In abundance . In lust... Time has come. This is time. Roses are red and roses are red. She is getting ready......Dinner for four. We'll have a good time...When you guys pick me up at my door, just call my name and I'll be there.

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This RP thread is for doing RP in this thread.

How come you guys came up but wouldn't play?


 
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Men from the sex club stop by my house...I mean our house...no, no , it's actually Hubby's house. I usually say 'my' house when Hubby is not around....Well, I have my own bedroom, separate from his.

So, men from the sex club stop by my house. We are all pretty familiar with one another. So they come in to have coffee. We chat and they tell me how they screw their lovelife.....and occasionally I invite one or two of them to my bedroom...Usually brisk, strong strokes and swift.
Most long sessions take place only when hubby takes the lead with friends and bosom buddies side by side.
 
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He, "So you couldn't see me on new years eve."
She, "Hubby took me to his buddy's house."

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Meeting At The Highrise (2)

The one that promised to show is standing tall in my presence.
“Nice meeting you.”
“I am glad you made it.“
A few PMs had been exchanged prior. The basics were understood such as the body size and age range. Now face to face we both are able to look at each other into the eye for some steady few seconds. Not bad for meeting somebody new from a sex site.

I told him in the PM that I was married. He didn't tell me his marital status and I didn't ask. It's OK. Well, I don't see him wearing a ring now. It's OK. Doesn't matter.

“ You look very nice”
“Thank you”
I always dress nicely each time when I meet with a man. The weather is getting warmer now. I just reorganized my wardrobe closet yesterday for the spring season and decided on this soft silky blouse to meet this occasion. The thinner light fabric feels good after the long winter of heavy coverings.

Here comes the waiter.......
 
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She was just as advertised and the elegant diamond wedding band confirmed she indeed was married. I wondered if her husband was present, watching his wife interacting with another man. This is what intrigued me the most about her, about the whole idea of being with a married woman.

She seemed interested in me and I hoped that she would provide me the insight I craved. My own proclivity of wanting my wife to be with other men made her leave me. Would this first meeting be a new start for me?

The waiter asked if we cared for a drink.

“Would you care for a glass of wine,” I said with a smile to the beautiful woman seated across from me.
 
Is my husband here watching us ? You must be a seasoned insider of the community. Very much aware....Alert. It would be my pleasure to tell you the truth, plus the whole truth. Goodness, I have no problem showing you the tip of the iceberg right here right now. Indeed... Relax now... see the couple across from us ? The man is my husband and the woman is his lover. No doubt. We are liberal and in good spirit. He calls this whole thing “The art of living”.

Did you say your idea of wanting your wife to be with other men made her leave you? Well, I am ready to feel for you and with you.

I know you told me your name in the PM but sorry to say I forgot. My name is Venus remember? My husband's name is Mars.

“Oh, my drink, Mr. Waiter, my forever favorite drink is Slow Screw. Hope you have good sloe gin made with real sloe berries. No hurry. Take your time. I'll be here."
 
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Yes, her husband was here, seated directly across from us. A quick glimpse, our eyes met briefly, followed by his nod of acknowledgment and approval. I didn’t allow my glance to linger but couldn’t help but wonder if he was imagining how the initial encounter with his wife would look. Would he first see us in an embrace, our bodies pressed against each other, our mouths opened wide, our tongues locked in a passionate duel, while my hands freely roamed and caressed the curves and swells of her sexy, fit body. I knew that’s what I’d be thinking if the situation was reversed.

I thanked her for the offer of understanding and told her I was looking for so much more than mutual sexual gratification. I wanted to learn from them this art of living.

Her name was Venus, his Mars. How appropriate I thought, the Roman goddess of love, sex and desire and the god of war and conflict. Two diametrically opposed concepts but ones I had experienced with my ex. The love of the sexual electricity generated when she was with another man and the internal war that raged within us knowing that this type of relationship violated every societal and religious norm that had been instilled in us.

“I remember your name, Venus, and find it quite fitting of such a beautiful woman. My name is Jordan.”

The inflection of her voice when she ordered her drink told me she was a confident, intelligent, and independent woman. Three traits I appreciated in a woman. I hoped that she found a measure of confidence and authority in mine.

“And could you please bring me a glass of your finest merlot.”
 
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I am glad that hubby gave you a signal of acknowledgment. I did tell him about you before I came to meet you. We are liberal but still keep our eyes open. In good spirit, practicing “The art of living”. The word “decadent “ may be used occasionally and it means sensually yours in a rich flavor. As to “ This type of relationship violates societal and religious norm”, well, if, only if, somebody from the society or a religious organization comes up to talk about “ violation”, then we'll figure it out how to deal with the situation.

“The love of the sexual electricity generated when she was with another man” is a vibrant spark of sexual energy. It comes alive from the suppression of societal and religious norm. A similar spark burst in me when Mars squeezed the other woman's breast when we were in a booth inside a restaurant.. Then “the internal war raged .....“ what happened?
 
I was elated that Venus was so willing to show her support by freely expressing her feelings on their relationship. After all, this initial meeting was to determine if there was mutual physical and sexual compatibility between us, not to turn into a philosophical discussion.

It was obvious how comfortable they both were in their choice of lifestyle, something I longed to achieve. Her comment about the sexual charge that coursed through her body as she watched Mars fondle another woman’s breast told me she was well acquainted with that side of the equation. The question she asked indicated her interest in my emotional state. After pausing for a moment to collect my thoughts, I decided to skip the intimate details for now and get directly to the point.

“When my wife first told me she had sex with another man, I immediately felt betrayed, angry, repulsed. Feelings and emotions conventional society would expect, even demand. But as that day wore on, I began to visualize her with her legs splayed open willingly inviting him to enter her, fill her with his seed. My cock grew hard and found myself stroking myself to orgasm. Multiple times that day.”

“I’ve been on that emotional roller coaster ever since, well at least until she left me. That sick in the pit of your stomach feeling one minute, then a raging, dripping erection the direct result of my need to hear a blow by blow description of the sex from her. Never has anything in my life ever felt so wrong then so right.”

I looked across the table at Venus. She was very striking, very sexy but at that moment I knew my attraction and desire for her would go beyond her physical attributes.

“Did you and Mars ever feel the same way? Or am I just weird?
 
The Lifestyle....Jordan visualizes his wife spread her legs for another man. His emotional roller coaster sets him in “a blow by blow” that makes his raging erection feel “so wrong then so right”. He ought to get acquainted with Mars and find out what could be so wrong and so right.

No, Mars has never said this is a matter of right or wrong. He takes Venus to his buddies' houses and other private parties with ladies and gentlemen from various sex sites. She would put on a sexy dress and nice makeup for any of those occasions. And when Mars stays out at night she logs in the site where she has her own personal private account which is separate from the joint acount with Mars at another site. They don't argue or anything. Hardly fuck each other anymore after some years of marriage. There's mostly somebody else around. He however still keeps an eye on her, especially when it comes to other men.

“ So, this is our Lifestyle, Jordan”
 
Jasmine tells me about their version of the “Lifestyle.” Maybe talking with Mars might be a good idea. The whole reason I ventured into Lit was to meet like minded individuals to help me make sense of my own desires.

I wonder if he tells her what to wear, perhaps buying her sexy outfits, ones that say come fuck me. Does he orchestrate her sexual interactions when he brings her to their sexual liaisons? She said he keeps an eye on her when it comes to other men. Does that mean he likes to watch her fuck them? Another question for him. When they do have sex is it only after they’ve been with another partner?

I guess I could ask Jasmine those questions. Yes, that what I’ll do. I came here for answers and who knows if or when I’ll have a chance to talk to him. Not tonight I know. I’m pretty sure he has other plans judging by the way he’s kissing that woman in the booth with him.

“Would you mind if I asked you a couple of questions? In turn, I’d be happy to answer any that you might have.”
 
Yes, how did you know? Mars takes Venus to buy sexy outfits. That's right, he buys exceptional ones that send out a signal to men. He would select a few for Venus to choose from. She does get to make the final decision but he is still quite rock hard that wife looks good enough to get fucked by men of his choice. He can be pretty selective. Not any man gets inside of his wife's dress. This dress is the one he bought her this past Valentine's Day that he was proud of for the special occasion at his buddy's house. When Mars takes wife to get together with another man, the other man has to have a good looking woman in presence. But it's OK for this particular one, “Prince”, to be solo when Mars and Venus showed up on the V Day. A very dear buddy. So very charming. He gets lots of affection from both Mars and Venus. The three of them are suga, cream and honey together. Shortly after they sat down in the living room with wines in glittering tall glasses, Mars said, “ My Love Venus, show buddy Prince your new panties”. The woman was in the milky moonlight by the window where *Eros*in lust was watching. …..They had it all night long.

“ Jordan, did you have questions for me? One at a time please.”
 
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The tone of her voice once again conveyed a sense of confidence, authority, control. I paused before answering and stared across the table at her. The look in those soft, liquid brown eyes betrayed her effort. There was no doubt that outside this dynamic, she certainly was that woman. But I knew now that Mars was in control when there multiple partners involved and she willingly complied with his wishes and commands.

My ex was much the same, strong, successful in her private and professional life but yet readily yielded to me when extramarital sex was involved. I told her how to dress, who and how to fuck, I took complete control of her in this environment. Never did she object and it seemed to only heighten the level of hers and my sexual gratification. I’d bet my life’s savings Venus was the same.

She invited me to ask her questions but I already knew the answers to them. My cock began to stir and harden, partly because I was with such a beautiful, sexy, sensuous woman but also I felt free of all guilt and apprehension that had burdened me. My goal was to meet people who shared these same desires and I now I had found them.

“Yes, I do, Venus,” I said with a confidence that bordered on command. “You mentioned Mars kept an eye on you when you were with other men. Does that mean while you were fucking them too? Did he get hard, stroke his cock while he watched?” That’s two questions but answer them both.”
 
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