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One afternoon, I ran into Thomas while having coffee near his office. We ended up stepping outside for a quick smoke together. He thanked me again for the memorable night we all had. Then he asked, “How come you're so open about letting your wife join in on things like that? I know you love her a lot.”

I replied, “Exactly because I love her. I'd rather we explore fun things together—within boundaries—so nothing gets out of hand. It keeps things exciting between us.”

He paused, then added, “If only my wife were a little more adventurous.”

“What happened?” I asked. “Did things change after the kids came along?”

“Maybe. That was definitely the turning point. Even when she does show interest now, I don’t always feel that same spark. It’s different. But when I saw your wife… sorry, bro.”

I waved it off. “It’s okay, I get it. I know a lot of guys notice her. But is it that you lost interest in your wife? Is it how things changed physically or emotionally?”

He shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t even know.”

Then he said, “But your wife… she’s something else. I’m just being honest. What if the four of us went on a double date or even wife swapping? Just to have a good time—no expectations.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious?”

He laughed. “Kind of. Just saying… but I know my wife’s not as open or adventurous as yours.”

“Well, everything needs to be respectful and mutual. I can always ask my wife how she feels about the idea.”

In the back of my mind, I knew I wouldn’t actually let my wife go along with something like that—it’s just not us. But I couldn’t deny I was curious about Thomas’s wife. There was something about her—quiet, sweet, and composed—that made me want to understand her better.

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One night, I got a message on Instagram from Thomas’s wife.

Her: “Hello 👋 Still awake?”
Me: “Yup, still up. Prepping for a late-night call with the US.”
Her: “I heard from Thomas—you suggested a double date?”
I raised an eyebrow behind the screen.
Me: “Kind of. Why? You thinking of coming?”
Her: “I don’t mind. Since you’re going too, sounds fun. What’s the plan?”
Me: “Was thinking dinner, then maybe some drinks or even a movie. Been a while since I caught one in cinemas.”
Her: “Love that idea. Let’s wine and dine—then a movie!”

A few days later, Thomas texted me. “Double date confirmed.”

We had dinner at a cozy steakhouse. Good food, red wine, and plenty of laughter at the table. I found myself often in conversation with Thomas’s wife—engaging, quick-witted, and warm. There was this occasional eye contact that lingered a little longer than expected. Under the table, I could’ve sworn I felt her foot brush lightly against my leg. Once? Maybe. Twice? Definitely not by accident.

Before we left for the movie, I excused myself for a quick trip to the restroom. As I turned to leave, she followed close behind and lightly tapped my shoulder. Leaning in, she whispered, “There’s nothing underneath this skirt, by the way.”
She wore a black tank top and a short brown pleated skirt. The way she said it was casual, playful—yet completely disarming.



“Can you help me take some photos later?” she added.
“Ehh… influencer mode? Sure,” I joked, trying to play it cool.

While I took her photos outside the restaurant at alfresco sitting area, I couldn’t help thinking about what she said. She glanced through the shots and smirked. All I had in my mind was how good it will be to doggy her.
“Well taken! And… I think someone’s enjoying the view a little too much. Nice tent you pitched!😉”
I laughed it off, awkwardly adjusting my stance.

When we got to the cinema, I casually suggested,
“Why don’t we have the ladies sit in the middle? Easier for all of us to reach popcorn or whisper comments.” In my mind, I already knew what I wanted to reach for. Definitely not popcorn.
Everyone agreed.

But when we arrived at our row, things shuffled quickly.
Thomas’s wife asked him to go in first—she didn’t want to sit beside strangers.
Then my wife nudged me, “Let you sit next to her. I prefer sitting in the center of the cinema.”
So the final seating ended up being: My wife – Me – Thomas’s wife – Thomas.

As the lights dimmed, I sat there feeling like I was balancing energy from both sides.

Lesson learned: Never sit between two women who are hungry for you.

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You got fingers on both hands coated with juices?

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Originally Posted by Nitrolicious

You got fingers on both hands coated with juices?

I’m not ambidextrous, and it’s a bit embarrassing to admit that both my hands stayed dry throughout.