Until recently, I’ve always been very judgmental of anyone who cheated on their spouse.
And then I did just that. Cheated.
To quickly revisit it [bear with me, this isn't just a re-hashing of old stories...], Veronica was my first and only lover for the first 38 1/2 years of my life. Yes, I was a 20 yr old virgin when we met. But I was curious, so I did something to satisfy that curiosity.
Remember all the brouhaha last year when the governor of New York, Eliot Spitzer, got busted using an escort? Being a curious type of guy, and hearing news reports about how prevalent working girls are, I thought “Is it really that easy to find a girl for sex?” So I pointed my trusted web-browser to Craigslist and starting reading the Erotic Services ads, some of which referenced “highly rated on TER”. TER turned out to be The Erotic Review, which is basically a searchable database of girls for hire, complete with reviews from past clients, services provided, and the recommended “donation” for the girl. After browsing ads for a few weeks, I decided, for reasons I still can’t wrap my brain around, to contact a girl.
And then I got caught. 1 encounter, 1 girl, and Veronica busted me. My dumb ass forgot that she had access to the e-mail account I used to contact the girl. [Stop rolling your eyes, Riff Dog!]
As we recounted here, this whole incident led to a lot of honest, frank discussions between us.
Veronica had long been interested in being with a woman, and of course a 3some is every man’s fantasy, right? So I was fully supportive of her desire to explore this side of her sexuality.
Ironically, as she was contacting and being contacted by ladies on Craigslist and AFF, one of the things I was against was getting involved with a married woman. It would be one thing for her to play with a woman who like Veronica had her husbands blessing to do so. But, I argued, I hurt her, terribly so, when I cheated on her. So we should not put another woman in the position where she is cheating on her husband, right?
It was around this time that Veronica really got involved with her blog and reading other blogs. And I got into it as well, commenting here and there and really enjoying all that the blogosphere has to offer. Ironically, we found ourselves reading a number of “infidelity” blogs. Then Veronica and I had the chance to meet our very first blogger friend last summer. I wish I could tell you more about her, but she is very protective of her identity. We never wrote about her, or she us, so don’t even ask us to disclose who she is. But I will say that she was and still is an infidelity blogger, and ridiculously good looking. You’re damn right I harbored fantasies about her. And still do *wink*
In the course of one of our discussions about the marital status of a woman who *might* choose to join us in bed, Veronica asked “What if so-and-so invites us to her room when we meet her? Would you want to have sex with her?”
[Not that this was likely at all, she just posed it to me as a hypothetical question...]
Of course! was my immediate, unwavering reply. Even after Veronica pointed out my contradictory feelings, I did not change my mind.
Ah yes, Hubman the hypocrite. It’s only going to get better folks…
You see, I no longer care about the marital status of any woman that might join Veronica and I in the bedroom. Why the change of heart? It was a long, drawn out process, entailing many more discussions with Veronica about the moral considerations of my possibly fucking another man’s wife without his knowledge.
OK, not really…
The bottom line for us is “Hey, she’s gonna cheat anyway, it might as well be with us!!”
Shallow, I know.
And I don’t care.
Sarah, beautiful, curvy, statuesque, busty, sexy, exciting Sarah, is married. Not only that, but shortly after Veronica and Sarah had their first nekkid fun together, we all went out together, socially. Veronica and I met Sarah and her husband for drinks and fun at an area strip club. And we all had a good time. I like her husband, he’s a nice guy.
But you know what? I still don’t care. She’s going to cheat on him anyway and there is a built-in alibi of sorts because he thinks she is just with Veronica. So the 3 of us are having fun together.
And then there is Southern Vixen. Go check out her blog if you don’t already know her story.
Again, the same thing. She is going to do her own thing anyway, Veronica and I had already developed a wonderful friendship with her and there was mutual desire among the three of us. So why the hell not?
But we do have standards, believe it or not…
What both of these women have in common are sexually unsatisfying or sexless marriages. We wouldn’t be comfortable playing with a married woman who has a good sex life at home. If that was the case, what is she doing looking for others? [Remember, I'm talking about cheating, not hotwifing, that's different]
I would never play with Sarah in her own house, especially in the bed she shares with her husband. That is just plain wrong to me and I won’t do that.
What about an “open marriage” or “hotwifing”? While I realize that is something that works well for others, and I enjoy reading others adventures [Yes, Surburban HotWife, I'm talking about you!], it’s something I just don’t understand. I’m going to stay home and take care of the kids while Veronica goes out on a date? Or the other way around? Hah, not likely! Playing with other partners is something that we do together.
But, here comes Hubman the hypocrite again…
In early December I was traveling for work and visited SwingerWife, since I was in her area all week. While she and I did not play that night, Veronica had given me the freedom to do so, and SwingerWife knew that. And if my work ever takes me to Southern Vixen’s area again [which is a distinct possibility] I hope that Veronica again gives me that freedom.
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Ok, dear readers, don’t be shy.
Do you understand our feelings on the matter?
Or do you think we’re amoral sluts and karma is gonna bite us on the ass something fierce someday?
[Bracing myself for the inevitable comments...]