There is something really exciting about having men and sometimes women flirt with me. Especially while my husband is at my side, or across the room watching me, keeping me safe. I do enjoy flirting almost as much as I enjoy being flirted with. Flirting is food for the soul. It just makes me happy.
My fantasy is to be able to watch my husband, as he watches me, orgasm in someone's arms. Preferably with us both naked. And maybe someday with another cock in me, filling me with sperm, as I hold my husbands hand and tell him that I love him. My husband, who enjoys the fantasy while we are making love, says that he could never handle the reality ever taking place. So I fantasize a lot while flirting.
We haven't been married very long as I'm only 22 years old. He has some growing up still to do before he becomes secure enough in our marriage, and my love for him, before jealousy fades away. I hear that women often have to wait until they are in their mid to late thirties before their husbands can relax enough. I think that is one of the reasons women go for the older men. Less jealousy and insecurity issues.
My husband is definitely not a cuck, or he would already be begging me to fuck other men. Perhaps with some coaxing, he could enjoy having a vixen for a wife though? We will see. My husband is a strong man. Strong in body, strong in willpower. He does get nice erections watching and listening to me flirt. But gets angry if someone touches my breasts or pussy with their hands. Other body contact is ok though. Mostly.
On our honeymoon, a man had his fingers inside me while my husband and I were in the hotel Jacuzzi. I was orgasming with my husband sitting right next to me. It was so exciting. Then a whole group of people got into the pool with us and my husband got out to get us beer. I very quickly floated right up on that mans lap. Before my new husband returned, my vagina was full of sperm, right in front of several other people, who had no idea what was happening. It was a very thrilling experience.
We live in a second floor apartment. Between us and the building next door, is a space of about 20 feet. The apartments in that building mirror ours. On the third floor, I sometimes see a very tall older married man looking directly down through his tiny bathroom window as I'm showering. I know that he can clearly see me from the shoulders up, as I can also clearly see him. If I back up, I can no longer see him, but I have squatted down, looking up, and realize that he has a clear view of me from belly button to shoulders, whenever I back up in the shower to soap up.
Lately, whenever I am in the shower, he just happens to be there. We wave, smile, and say hi to each other. I pretend that I don't realize that he can see my breasts.