I am a very jealous person, a request for a three way will lead to a murder… or at the very least, a good beating. I never understood the groups of swingers entirely willing to just share their wives with filthy strangers they meet on the internet.
“Hey honey, I brought Charlie home tonight”
“Hey honey, I brought Frankie home tonight”
“Hey honey, I brought Steve home tonight”
This will never make sense to me, and truly, it’s really disturbing. Are you really that bored? Are you really unable to commit to one person (as you promised in your damned vows) for the rest of your life? I’m not quite sure what is in a person’s character that seeing their spouse with another person is a turn on. To each their own, I imagine, but if you are able to share the love of your life with another person, maybe they aren’t the love of your life at all.
Do not even think of touching the love of MY life (he no longer exists). I will hunt you down, and spank you, really hard, with a paddle.
However, the “love of my life” that doesn’t exist is allowed to do a great deal of things that many women do not allow their spouses to do.
1: dance with whomever you want, I’m likely not dancing, I’m busy outside on the patio having a cig.
2: talk to whomever you want, I am, I’m talking to Frankie about how his wife likes to screw random strangers.
3: need to hug a coworker? Please, hug them, there must be a reason, and the love of my life is a wonderful man.. (well probably, let’s find him first)
4: go ahead and go out with the boys, regularly, as often as you wish. I trust you, you are the love of my life.
5: watch porn, watch all the porn you want.
The things the “Love of my life” are not allowed to do, are very reasonable and understandable.
1: no tongue, do NOT stick your tongue in ANY woman’s mouth or do not come home. (yep, been there)
2: do not put your hands up someone else’s top during our wedding dinner. (yep, been here too)
3: do not ask me for a three way, orgy, key party, switcheroo, or any other thing you want to call it. (this was a very bad day)
4: sexual texting with random women you meet on the internet. (yes, my marriage truly sucked, didn’t it?)
5: buying gifts, dinners or treats. (don’t get me started)
In saying this, I also believe that a small amount of jealousy is healthy and shows passion for the person that you love. I want the man I love to get worried if he sees me talking to Frankie, and I want him to come looking for me if I’m gone for too long. I want him to show other men that I belong to him and to watch it, because he’s watching.
This is a comforting feeling, it shows people that they are loved, by one, one and only one. Isn’t that the goal?