Wife is unshareable
That's what men should say to another who covets her.
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Physical violence against said man is better as a deterrant.... Talk is cheap... If all the husband does is complain, they will just laugh about it later when they are in bed together...
The thing is, in contemporary society this kind of deterrant is socially unacceptable and considered criminal in most places... Still, a credible threat of violence does wonders to keep away would be loverboys...
Depends
shareLet people make their own choices.
Let them also suffer the consequences from said choices.
Spouses are not property.
Sharing IS caring.
It should be both of your choices and based on a mutual understanding.
Since I'm playing a part here, in order to be authentic I shall not be responding to any of your replies,except for you which I HAVE to do in order to announce that I won't be replying to replies, nor shall I be responding to responses, or commenting on comments.I won't be remarking on remarks, making observations on your observations, mentioning or discussing, observing, noting or interpreting ANYTHING.
What do we all think of that?
Don't bother answering, I've no doubt moved on to another thing by now.
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Dazed,
I will never forget what my husband said to me about the local house parties we attended. Back then (some 35+ years) I was a party hardy gal, always with a red Solo cup. It was like âpulling teethâ to get him to go with me and the argument continued until we arrived at the hostâs door. Since by then I was in that happy party mood (booze does that) I went my way...he went his. Not realizing (yeah, right!) I was having an effect on some of the inebriated husbands I just kept partying away!
Needless to say by the time we reached home neither of us were âhappy campersâ (booze does that) due to his continuing diatribe against me. After one of these âget togethersâ the fact that one of the wives was sitting on his lap and rubbing her braless huge boobs all over him didnât enter into the picture!!
Anyhoo, there came a time when he absolutely refused to go with me. He had enough! His reasoning: âI hate these parties! All I see are guys hitting on other guyâs wives! And youâre too drunk to see how theyâre all over you!â My response? âReally? I hadnât noticed.â Wink!Winkđ And off to the party I went without him while thinking âHe didnât own me! I wasnât his possession!â
...Perhaps he wanted that, but, couldn't face himself in such a setting. But, alone, at the house he could imagine what he'd already seen. He could then process it at leisure. He just didn't need to see it again. He wanted to exercise his power over it, and could not do so at the party(s). You were out of his control there. The men were out of his control there.
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I think you read much more into the situation than what I wrote. You seem to have a knack for parsing what we post. I wasnât out of control. The men werenât out of control. I was in a happy party state. Nothing unseemly occurred by me or to me. I knew my boundaries no matter how much I had imbibed. My husband always reads much more than necessary into a situation.
I took his assertion ["I hate these parties! All I see are guys hitting on other guyâs wives! And youâre too drunk to see how theyâre all over you!â] as a point of contention.
I didn't say the men were out of control. I didn't say you were out of control.
I said the men were out of (((his))) control. I said you were out of (((his))) control. You stipulated to that appraisal when you stated that "He didn't own me! I wasn't his possession!"
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A red solo cup is something traditionally used at parties to hold whatever you are drinking. Whenever I read red solo cup, I always picture someone getting hammered.
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There's a song about them. Here it is. as you can see in the video, they can be quite decorative too!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BKZqGJONH68
At one time in my life wherever and whenever you saw me, I always had a red Solo cup in my hand. Over the last year I have wrote about so many of my escapades involving a red Solo cup. You would (if you care to) have to search my old posts to read my stories. That is what Dewey meant when he said he couldnât keep up with me. I definitely have had some wild arse tales to post about.
shareI definitely have had some wild arse tales to post about.
Lay 'em out, you big, beautiful kap, you. share
I hope he divorced you. You don't sound like wife material.
shareNope! Thatâs your opinion and not a very nice thing to write! More than likely Iâve been married to him longer than youâve been on this earth. I suppose your idea of âwife materialâ is one who stays home, barefoot and pregnant while baking cookies for âher manâ!
shareHe got you good, kap!!!
Hans
Ruh, roh.
shareBTW, Iâm not *his* wife....Iâm his better half!
shareI think a lot of men like this idea of wife swapping or wife sharing. Its adventurous, throws some variety into your life.
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I've had tons of people tell me about it. That type of lifestyle isn't for everyone.
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Kind of amazing what different kinds of people that can exist even in a small town of 3,000 people. I remember swinging being talked about back during the 1970's when it seemed to be catching on going by public perceptions. You would think that swinging in a small town would be detrimental to functioning there but most likely people were screened extensively to keep such a secret. Obviously, today things are far more lax in terms of sexual practices.
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You've just lived a very different life with different values. Obviously, these swingers have forgotten about "forsaking all others" when they took their vows. They may have even left that part out.
Personally, I just can't see it being much of a marriage if the couple still wants to live like they are single.
Not in my house. lol
shareHaha, I like that answer.
shareWell, after one of those glorious house parties I attended in Texas (with my red Solo cup of course) I rcvd a phone call the next day. I didnât know the guy, but apparently he had seen me. He was probably at the party and I just didnât recall him. Come to think of it I donât recall much of anything or anyone after one of those neighborhood đ»đ„đčparties.
Anyhoo, he inquired of me if I would be interested in throwing my house key into a hat đ© where others have put their keys. I responded âWhy would I want to do that?â He then proceeded to clue me in about this fun time group he was a part of...âYou know draw a key out of the hat and thatâs who you would go home with.â âWhat for?â I asked. He hemmed and hawed before coming right out and telling me he was a member of a swingers club. âAnd?â I responded. He had to practically draw me a picture before I got the gist of it. Iâm from a small Central Florida town and was quite naive about certain proclivities people choose in which to indulge. I was like Rose on The Golden Girls...not like Blanche. Well, thatâs another one of my stories.
So you did not participate ???
shareOh, I forgot to write how the conversation ended, didnât I? By the end of the call he was so exasperated with me, I think he was ready to hang up on me! To answer your question I politely told him âNot interested. Not our lifestyle.â Never heard from him again.
But, irony of ironies, after many years my daughter and I were talking about the old neighborhood. She recalled the girl she befriended from school who lived down the street. She remembers the friend âhad a really weird dad!â We started putting things together and came to the conclusion her dad was the one who called me. I remembered he told me he lived on the first street you turn on coming into the neighborhood.
You are some sweet tease, kap!
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