My wife French kissed another guy with my approval..and now I want more. So the day after the bachelorette party we got in bed and before we even get started with some action she drops the topic: the French kissing. Summarized it came down to her feeling the tension again we used to have when we started dating. Which I encouraged, saying it’s a good thing I fully support. After being together for 7,5 years things get slightly boring and they can be spiced up a little.

So when she understood that it really wasn’t a big deal for me what she did, she said: “well, I guess there are more couples out there with an agreement such as French kissing allowed, right? I don’t feel the urge though. I wasn’t even like this when I was 16!”. To which I responded: well, obviously you did feel the urge since you went for it and kept kissing him for an hour. She actually went to the other end of the club where the guy was (after my approval text). She said that made sense, but she blamed the alcohol. I told her alcohol removes all boundaries, so this is clearly what the true her wanted to do.

“Ok, yeah it was nice. I got the feeling again that I used to have when we were dating in our first months. I felt wanted and I loved the excitement and tension that night. Me teasing him was nice too.” I smirked. Then she asked me: but what do you get out of it? How come you like it that I kissed another man? Well, I love the fact that my beautiful wife is wanted by other men. I love that it boosts your self esteem, something I wish for you. And the thought of you French kissing a guy turns me on. “Ok, but now you were 300km away. I can understand that it’s hot if you participate or spectate like in a sex club. I’m not saying we’re going there again, don’t get your hopes up too much honey! But now I was there and you couldn’t see a thing, but still you got pleasure from it?”. Yeah. You having fun makes me a happy man. She smiled, but still didn’t really know what to do with this.

Then we came to the point where I told her it would make me the happiest man on earth if we would go to a bar/club and she’d be sitting a little further away, flirting with other men and driving them crazy. Her: oh but that’s easy! “Ok. And I’d like you to make out with him when the opportunity arises.” Her: yeah but you’re there. If I want to kiss someone, I can kiss you. “Technically true honey, but I get pleasure out of the fact that I get to watch the whole ordeal. And if the both of you want to go to the hotel room after that, you’re free to go. I would love to see you giving a guy a handjob or blowing him while I get to please you as well.”

She said she thinks she couldn’t handle two men, to which I said I’d watch then. She gave me “the look” of which she isn’t aware she gave it. Her: well, we’ll see. I just don’t want you to have too much hope honey. What do you all think? Likely I’m spoiling her with another man before Christmas?