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My wife and I have a one-sided open relationship. She sleeps with whoever she wants, and I stay loyal. We’ve always had one non-negotiable rule, which is never anyone from my circle of friends. A couple months ago I kept telling her about this friend of mine, Jake, who’s a PT, was moving here from the States. She kept asking way too many questions about him and I reminded her that he was off limits.
Last weekend we decided to take him out clubbing the day after he landed. Pre-drinks at our place turned into my wife putting on a full fashion show while we drank. So many outfits, each smaller than the last, with no bra, skirts barely covering her ass, bending over, twirling, asking which one was perfect for the night. Jake was eating it up, eyes locked on her body. She finally picked this black micro-dress that basically covered 20% of her body.
At the club I got hammered way too quick. She wanted to dance, I could barely walk. Next thing I know she’s dancing with Jake. Grinding her ass into his crotch, his hands sliding all over her bare skin. I told them to cool it, she laughed it off as “just dancing.”
We ended up back at our place to keep drinking. I was fighting to stay conscious. She spent the rest of the night teasing the shit out of him, bending over right in his face to pour drinks, “accidentally” spilling wine down her boobs and wiping it slow, then full-on dirty dancing with him in our living room while I sat there like a fucking.
At one point she parked her ass an inch from his face asking if her squats were paying off. He held her hips, turned her around, and told her it was perfect. I was too wasted, I went to bed and passed out.
Woke up and confronted her about everything breaking the only rule we have, acting like that with my friend right in front of me. She just looked at me with pissed and said I was pathetic for thinking I could ever control who she fucks, that Jake was a real man, unlike me.