Like most "lifestyle" couples, we have a few rules. No friends, nobody from work, and a number of rules related to discovery risk. The rules have always driven me a little crazy, as they feel like topping from the bottom. My husband, Joseph, also fantasizes about humiliation, but does not seem able to actually take it... Joseph always says this is about my pleasure, my control, my empowerment, but then he has rules to keep it confined to his comfort zone.
Several months ago, I went on a rule breaking rampage. Don't worry... I confessed and we have worked through it. He is not learning about it here. The culmination of this rampage was at a bonfire with our core group of friends. There may or may not have been psychedelics involved... The weather forecast on the day of the bonfire called for cool and rainy, but as usual, we had a forecast defying day. Perfect sunshine gave way to glorious stars.
My husband's best friend, Christian and I took the same thing, and were peaking at the same time. Joseph and our other friends took something different, and it was taking longer to kick in.. I left the fire and did some amazing star gazing, as the last twilight pinks gave way to inky blue. The stars were dancing like crazy, and the leftover sunset rimmed the mountains in swirly flame. I could hear my husband calling for me, but I was entranced with the stars and sky... I wanted someone to join me for the show. Frankly, whatever my kinks, I wanted my husband! I watched a bit longer, and then went to the bonfire to get everyone.
Everyone came to the viewpoint, but the stars were really only dancing for Christian and me. We were all sweaty from dancing, and I was in bare feet, a mini skirt, and a cut-off t-shirt. Pretty quickly everybody was feeling chilly, and started making their way back to the fire. I guess Joseph was satisfied that he laid eyes on me, and he gave me a sweet hug and a peck on the forehead and nodded his head towards the fire.
I didn't follow. Neither did my husband's best friend, Christian (who in fairness, was my good friend before he even knew my husband). He was wearing a warm zip up sweater, and I backed up to him, shivering. He took the cue, and wrapped his warm arms around me. There was nothing weird about it... I do a lot of "guy" things, and everyone has gotten used to needing to share warmth with me. We marveled at the stars and talked about how amazing it looked and how amazing we felt. Christian is tall, so when I arched, the back of my neck was against his warm exposed chest, and I guess I forgot that with unusually long legs for my height, arching my back also pressed my tight round ass against his crotch.
Just a little back-story... When I fell in love with my husband, I fell in love with my prototypical "type"... An alpha who did not ever rub his alpha in other people's faces, but could alpha the brainiacs or the athletes. I was pretty surprised when I found out that while he is alpha by day, he likes a good power-exchange. He was first attracted to the fact that I am an alpha woman. In our courtship, I never imagined I would be a hotwife... I was expecting a bit of a possessive husband. I have a history of getting off on jealousy, and it was an adjustment that he did not ever fuel that fire for me.
When we were negotiating our lifestyle, I made a few rules too... anyone who is off limits in real life is also off for role-play and pillow talk. Since friends and ex-lovers were off limits in real life, they were also off limits for fantasy. It comes down to Joseph and I having different views of fantasy. For me, fantasy is planning. For Joseph, fantasy is just entertainment. Joseph didn't really think about how my mind works when he regularly broke my rules, either talking about my super-endowed testosterone rich ex-boyfriend, or talking about me with his best friend. In the back of my mind, these things may have made me feel justified in my own transgressions.
I may have tried to fuel a little jealousy and rivalry a few times. I have had my husband's best friend on string for years. There is always a little innuendo in our texts, and I always flirt with him at our parties. I feel a little bad, because he always comes to our parties solo... and I KNOW he does it so I don't intimidate the girls he is dating. I also suspect he comes solo because he loves my flirting and does not want any barriers.
There are also people who think I am a bit of an exhibitionist. I can't count the times I have caught my husband's best friend looking up my miniskirt to confirm I am not wearing panties. I tease him every time I catch him... sometimes I lick my lips, sometimes I lick my fingers, sometimes I shoot him the bird, and sometimes I just lean back and splay my legs open while locking eye-contact and daring him to look down.
Okay... so confessions are good for the conscience, and hopefully I have conveyed that nobody was fully innocent, and nobody was fully to blame for what happened next.
My timeline is a little fuzzy... I was a bit high.
The cold air nipped at my legs as the stars danced for Christian and me. Christian's warmth felt so good. I flipped my long hair forward over my shoulder so my bare neck would be pressed against his chest. His hoodie was unzipped so there was just his t-shirt between us.
I honestly don't remember when things shifted gears, or which of us started. I was pretty blissed out and not really in my head. The stars were POPPING and now I could really lean into it since my body was warm and cozy.