[flirtyforty]

My husband and I have a semi-open marriage. We are allowed to fool around with other people, but we need to let the other one know and get permission. Sometimes it is hard to follow this rule.

For example, when I was a senior in college I made friends with a freshman, "Kip", who was having a hard time. We didn't have a romantic relationship, just a lot of long talks and some hugs. I could tell he loved to feel my full breasts against him when we hugged, but I never let it get any further because I didn't think of Kip that way and had a boyfriend. My BF was only a little jealous of Kip, because he was skinny and shy.

Now fast-forward about 15 years. I am in my semi-open marriage and Kip reaches out to make friends again. He has been going to the gym and has bulked up a bit. I think he even got a bit taller. The first time he stops by our house, I pull my husband Rick aside and ask, "Can I play with him?" Rick gives me a dirty look. He explains that he is uncomfortable because I was so close to Kip in the past. It is not like some rando we met in bar. So I let it go, temporarily.

Kip and I get back into our habit of having long talks. Now it is on the couch on the back porch of our house. Rick stops by once in a while to offer Kip a beer or something, but it is clear that he wants to keep an eye on us. Kip tells me about his love life. Once he got buff he started dating a lot of girls, all younger than him. I feel jealous of them and horny. I ask him point-blank why he only dating younger women, and he says they're "juicy". This makes me laugh out loud, and I get a naughty idea.

"Kip, you know how old I am right?"

He thinks for a moment. "You must be about 38."

"Exactly," I replied. "Do you really think women my age can't be 'juicy'?"

He turned beet red at this question, then he figured out was getting at. "I honestly don't know. I've never been with a girl older than about 30." He was quiet for a while, then put his hand on my thigh. I could tell what he was thinking. The though of him touching me got me wet.

"Do you want to me prove you wrong?" I asked. This question hung in the air for a while. Old, shy Kip was back. Without saying anything, I took his hand and guided into the top of my yoga pants. He fingered my clit a bit and then parted my labia, then dipped a fingertip into my wet hole. The thought of breaking the rules already was exciting.

"Can we..." he asked. I had told him about my arrangement.

"We need to stop," I whispered, try to hide how turned on I was. "I need to talk to Rick."

To Be Continued