It was a typical Tuesday night for Myra and Sam, their weekly ritual of trying new bars and soaking in the ambiance of unfamiliar places. Tonight, the air buzzed with low conversation and soft jazz, the glow of dim lights making the golden hue of Myra’s dirty martini glisten enticingly. They’d chosen a sleek little lounge tucked into the corner of downtown—a place neither of them had ever been but immediately loved.
Myra perched gracefully on her barstool, the hem of her skirt teasing the tops of her toned thighs. An attractive men sat to her left, laughing at something she’d just said. Her voice carried like a melody—playful, confident, effortlessly charming. Sam, seated to her right, had one hand resting on her bare thigh, just beneath her skirt's line, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on her skin. It was a casual touch, but it said everything.
Sam adored watching Myra in her element. She had this magnetic energy about her, a way of commanding attention without demanding it. While Sam preferred to stay in the background, happy to people-watch and soak in the atmosphere, Myra thrived in the thick of things. She could glide into a conversation, charm a stranger, and leave them feeling like they'd just met the most enchanting person in the room.
The man, Charles, as he introduced himself—was visiting from out of town, here on business. His handsome suit hung neatly on his frame, his polished manner contrasting with the casual vibe of the bar. Charles had a sharp jawline, an easy smile and a steady demeanor that balanced his personality. Myra leaned forward as she sipped her martini, her eyes sparkling as she bantered with him.
Sam chuckled softly to himself, admiring how easily she made the conversation flow. He envied it sometimes—the way she could slip into someone’s world and make it feel like home.
After a few minutes, Myra excused herself to use the restroom. Charles shifted in his seat, turning awkwardly to Sam. “Your wife is amazing,” he said, the admiration clear in his voice. “Thanks for bringing her tonight.”…
Cute story but makes me wonder why some people bother to get married in the 1st place, if they’re going to shag every handsome stranger that wanders by.
Not all relationships come with a “closed for business” sign! Ethically non-monogamous setups like the example in Tora’s story kick sexual exclusivity to the curb—and that’s half the fun! Life can be spicy and unpredictable when all things are on the table. 😉
When you say “all things,” do you really mean all things? Cuz if so, I agree entirely. Or do you mean just cuckold things?
I actually do mean all things. ♥️
I figured as much.
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