My wife was traveling and spent the night at a hotel. She told me a girl was very interested in her and vice versa. The girl, an employee there, knocked on my wife'd hotel door and wanted to carry out the obvious flirting in her bed. My wife said she was getting so wet in her panties with anticipation when she saw her and what was about to happen. Then she simply declined because she felt like there just might be an emotional connection that would hurt our relationship and possibly end it. The girl got real pissed off and said she hated teasers and left.
I was the one who declined an invitation, twice. Tempted? YES especially one of them. That was a work place issue for me, I always steered away from that.
My teacher wife had a summer symposium at a State University. She was going to spend a week in the dorms. She didn't know the other female teacher she was to share the room with. The other teacher from her school was a male, (B) twelve years younger. He was married and had four kids , B, liked several of the younger and cute teachers at their school. It was assumed B would fuck around if the chances arose. The teacher with my wife had relatives in the same town and she decided to stay with them. So every night, the wife and B would go out and drink , dance and unwind with all of the rest of the teachers. I always thought if there was anyone who may be able to fuck my wife it would be B. The next to last night the B was getting hit by several female teachers while they were out. One in particular wanted B bad. I imagine all were feeling no pain. B didn't want the other female attention and asked my wife if he could stay with her in her room. My wife laughed him off and turned him down. I couldn't blame him . My wife would be the older cougar he could put his mark on. I never knew this until a couple of months ago. We were on the back patio, drinking some wine, and she brought that up. I often wondered about those two. That was twenty years ago.
You should be very grateful to your wife for having the intelligence and willingness to stop. Regardless and despite what you read on sex forums, affairs are extremely dangerous to a marriage. No matter how open the marriage may be. Emotions are almost always going to eventually come into play.
I'm extremely grateful that she didn't go through. I feel there could been some sexual tension with those two at some point in their relationship as team teachers. Being away from home for a week and having an open opportunity. Whats to say that a little enbrace, handys on the body didn't happen. They did go out with other educators, dance and have a great time. It's wonderful that she spoke out on it, twenty to twenty-five years later. I'm kinda turned on to the situation really.
My gf has. She was on a week long course and talking at night said this guy was flirting and winking at her. She asked if it meant he wanted to have sex with her. I said yes. She just sort of said hmmm and nothing more. When she got home she said if we hadn’t been seeing each other she’d have fucked him. That turned me on and I said she could have. Just tell me all about it.
My gf has. She was on a week long course and talking at night said this guy was flirting and winking at her. She asked if it meant he wanted to have sex with her. I said yes. She just sort of said hmmm and nothing more. When she got home she said if we hadn’t been seeing each other she’d have fucked him. That turned me on and I said she could have. Just tell me all about it.
In college, an on-again/off-again gf stayed at one of my friend's place while she was on a weekend trip out of town for school. I was at the house of my other, actually main at the time gf, enjoying a weekend of lots of sex. Got a call from the out of town gf (who apparently thought, unlike me, that we were on-again) who had tracked me down long-distance, pre-cell phones, to guiltily tell me she'd almost fucked my friend the night before. Meanwhile, I had less than an hour earlier been face down in other gf's pussy, blissfully unaware out of town gf had even thought we were a thing at the time. Being young and stupid and letting my dick do the thinking, I hung up and soon after was back to bed with the girl I was with at the time. Fast forward a few weeks, and I was back with on-again/off-again gf, fucking like rabbits until we broke up the next time. Oh, the life of a young guy in search of hot girls to fuck.
This happened several times. Always when I was away on a business trip. A tall dude shows up looking at vacant property across from where we lived. She was gardening in front. She said she curiously approached him but his pickup was between them. He turned to look at her and the sight of his rugged face made her heart flutter. His height added to the now forming fantasy as well as his deep voice as he spoke. She was intrigued. Intrigued that is until she saw the rest of his body as she came around the truck. Have you ever heard of Donlap disease? Well that's where the belly is so large it has done lapped over the belt of the pants. When she realized his condition it was an immediate turn off. An other time was with a coworker. I had been away for a good three months this time. He paid attention to her in a not so worker like way if you catch my drift. One thing led to another and they ended up with tongues entwined together while in a conference room. The almost had sex ended when another coworker popped unexpectedly into the room. Fortunately my wife and her kissing friend had come up for air before the door opened. She told me that evening on the phone so I asked what would have happened if they had not been interrupted. She said she would have fucked him on the conference room table. I said if she must, go for it. The thing is that was the last time they found themselves together privately. A few weeks later the coworker left the company. But there were other times there was no almost and a couple were when neither of us were away.
I'm not sure if my wife ever did that and I know that she'd never admit it if she had. However, when we were young, she had plenty of opportunity and a lot of motivation to boot. Anyone who's read any of my previous posts has heard me talk about the wonderful MFM threesome that she and I participated in with a very close male friend, back in 1985. It only lasted for 7 months, but it was fantastic. During that time, my wife and our friend fucked like rabbits. He only had his cock inside her twice a day; when it was light, and when it was dark. After the threesome ended, we stayed on good terms, but I know my wife missed him fucking her regularly (she reminisced about it frequently.) The following year (1986), I went to work for a multi-national electronics and computer firm as a technical trainer. (My job was to travel to other corporate locations, teaching local engineers about new products.) My trips were one to two weeks in length, plus travel time on each end. Most of the time, I was traveling in the U.S., but went to Germany once or twice a year. England, France, and Japan were also occasional destinations. Needless to say, the nature, location, and length of my trips guaranteed to my wife that I wasn't going to pop in on her unexpectedly. We did stay in touch, when phone calls every day or two. Otherwise we were on our own. Given the fond memories she had of sex with our friend, plus the fact that he lived in the same town as us and I was certain to be out of town for a multi-day stretch, it seems to me like the opportunity for her to invite him over and have him spend the day fucking her cross-eyed would have been almost irresistible. (To give you an idea of how often this opportunity might have presented itself to her, during one year, I was on the road and out of town for at least 10 days every single month of the year. You can get a lot of fucking done in 120 days!) I have no direct evidence that she ever did this, and almost no circumstantial evidence either. Nothing was ever amiss when I came home from a trip, but on a couple of occasions, there was a very faint musk in the air of our living room that I noticed when I walked into the house. The fragrance definitely reminded me of our friend, and the living was where he spent the bulk of his time fucking her. I know that she'll never tell me (or might even lie about it) if I question her directly. (After all, it has been over 40 years since all that took place.) I guess I'll just always wonder.