Anyways, just a few questions. What else could I have done for him to return more? I couldn't think of anything that wouldn't attract attention. Where else in the club can you go to continue something like that? I wouldn't have sex with him (i'm still a virgin), but I was definietley horny enough to do more. Is suggesting we go to the male bathroom a bad idea? I don't go home with people. 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. Why did you go along with it as long as you did? I'm glad you eventually went to sleep somewhere else. So last night I went out with a few friends to a night club. Anyways, I was dancing with my friends and then as usual a guy came up behind me and started dancing with me. He was actually a pretty good dance so I didn't mind. After a few minutes my friend left me to get a drink and I stayed to dance with him. He has his hands pretty tight on my hips and was pushing me up against him, and I've been told I'm a pretty good dancer, haha, I've even made a boy or 2 hard accidentally. What am I looking for on here is do you think she crossed the sexual line with him, do you think it was more than just a dance? I am hope it was more than a dance as it was a sexy sight and would like it to continue.

Namely, no one other than my husband had seen my body in 10 years. I wasn’t in my twenties anymore. I was thirty and a lot has changed since I was all young and tight. Bored after 18 years with her husband, Robin Rinaldi placed an ad seeking casual encounters with new men and women. She tells what happened on her yearlong sex odyssey in her memoir "The Wild Oats Project." 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. While the couple says that polyamory has improved their relationship, they have also faced some struggles when adapting to this model of relationship. It’s like, 3 a.m.,” one of them says. “Shit,” I reply, and stand on the corner to hail a taxi. One of them ambles clumsily over to where I’m standing — he’s been drinking as much as I have, probably. He crushes a sweaty five-dollar bill into my hand, saying, “Here, I want you to have this.” Perplexed, I look to his friends for some explanation, who only nod encouragingly. “What for?” I ask. “I just, I just think you should have it,” he says. The kid shrugs and disappears into the taxi ahead of mine.Your joking right. Or would it have been ok for guy to bent your wife over right there on the dance floor.

I was far from sagging or unattractive in any way, but I still worried. Would another man want to have sex with me? Would he find me ugly? Too awkward? I was never a social butterfly; I never went out to clubs, I was never good at flirting… How was I supposed to entice another guy to have sex with me while my husband was in the same room with us?

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The pair are now considering starting a family, and plan to be honest about their poly lifestyle if they do have children. I can’t wait for what we decide to do next! I’m sure it’ll be one hot, wild ride. Should You Share Your Wife? OP you are confusing and confused. You questioned her about something you admit you are ok with and enjoy watching.

I did talk to her about it and she said it was just a dance but I think she was trying to down play it, and said she was only worried he would drop her when he had hold of her ass. I did ask her in future if we are out with friends to look at me so I can signal to far but if on our own I am fine with her to dance with others and fine with that dancing and that I thought she looks sexy when doing it.what were you wearing and what was the night club? just wondering what pulled the guy to you leaving that girl what ever she was to him? and i will imagin my own fiction Just as I’m about to call it a night, I’m surprised to see a fresh vodka soda in front of me. “From him,” the bartender says and nods towards the stage, where I turn to see the saxophone player smiling at me. Suddenly I found an updated version of myself. The person I was at 44 was so much different than the woman I’d been when I was last single at 26. She was less shy, more confident, wilder. Scenarios like these were typical during my year of living dangerously — the crazy 12 months in 2008 and 2009 I jokingly call my “Wild Oats Project,” when Scott and I had an open marriage.