It started like a thousand other nights where we flirted with the idea of more.
David and I had talked about it — the fantasy of seeing me flirt, seeing another man want me, the rush of feeling wanted and watched at the same time. But talk is just talk until you’re sitting at the dimly lit hotel bar, your hand lazily stirring a cocktail while your husband watches you openly seduce another man. Hell, I didn't even know if I could anymore. Was I even sexy? But then it happened...
The guy was gorgeous. Tall, tan, confident but not cocky. He caught my eye immediately.
David saw it too. He smiled that little knowing smile of his — the one that said go get him, baby.
And so I did.
I leaned into the stranger’s space, laughing a little louder, touching his forearm as I made some ridiculous joke. I was shamelessly flirty in a way I never allowed myself to be before.
David watched — quiet, calm, and god, if I didn't see a spark of something raw flicker behind those strong blue eyes. A mix of jealousy, lust, and pure adrenaline.
I didn’t have to drag the stranger along. When I suggested we go somewhere “a little more private,” he practically leapt off his barstool.
His hotel room was just a few floors up — same building, just a short elevator ride away.
As we piled into the elevator, there was this electric tension.
I teased David: "You sure you want to come with us, honey? We could leave you at the bar…"
But he shook his head, a little breathless.
"No. I want to watch."…
Lovely story, beautifully written. I also like the AI image chosen to illustrate it. Something about the woman’s chest being so exposed highlights her femininity, and the intimate pose between the three; perhaps this is the three characters in this story further down the line 🥰
Again there’s this obsession with humiliating the husband at every possible opportunity. As Emma has said in this blog Sexualizing Insecurities: Is small penis humiliation (SPH) healthy? – Evolving Your Man this level of humiliation is not healthy so why write about it. Is there something inherently fun to be cruel to the person you claim to love?
You write
“In making David submit, in making him show his love so openly — it erased any guilt I had about wanting more. About craving pleasure that he couldn’t always give.
It made me feel loved.
It made me feel cherished.
It made me feel like I could finally breathe again.
I felt so powerful, like my sexuality was the strongest thing in the room. No – the strongest thing in the world.”
All this gives is a narcissistic scream of “me me me me me”. David got nothing apart from a cheap wank in the toilet. To write it pretending that he got anything out of this is a narcissistic fantasy at best and instead a sociopathic cruelty to David at worst.
Pretending that the husband actually gets any fulfillment or any emotional need met in the above situation is a joke, it´s laughable. The line where David says
“Finally, David reached over and laced his fingers through mine.
“You were amazing tonight,” he said softly.”
is simply included to try and trick the reader into believing that he´s ok with what happened, while the rest of the story makes it clear that nothing about what happened is for his benefit.
The line
“It was about him lowering himself — choosing to be small — so that I could finally see myself as enough.”
in particular is very telling since only weak people need to put other´s down to make themselves enough. Truly strong people see themselves as enough without their partner having to lower themselves and choose to be small.