Question & Answer

Question:I'm not uncomfortable at all with their friendship. I think it's more jealousy than anything. Occasionally, he seems to get super flirty, and I'll get a little irritated by it. He's made it very clear that he wants to relive that experience. Now, I don't really consider myself "vanilla" (I'm under the assumption that vanilla means boring and unadventurous), but I'm not sure I'm ready to watch my wife be plowed by another guy. I've also recently found out that, after meeting him and his wife, they had a mid-coitus dialogue about swapping with my wife and I. 

Answer:
First, my apologies for the delayed response, I've been neglecting my blog! Second - don't want you to think I use vanilla in a bad way! To me, vanilla just means non swinger. So, my BFF who is not boring or unadventurous by any means is still vanilla because we don't swing with her - nor does she know about us!

Second, if you asked me (which you didn't really, but apparently I'm going to tell you anyway) it sounds like they're trying to feel your comfort level out. I don't think it's unusual for a swinging couple to talk during sex about other potential playmates, but when they share it with you it makes it more of a testing the water than oh, funny thing about last Tuesday... Ya know? The Hubs and I talk about a few people we know on occasion, but I would certainly never tell them unless I was hoping they'd be up for more fun.

My advice? Keep the dialog going between you and your wife. Make sure you're both talking about what you are and aren't comfortable before you're put in a position you may not care to be in.

The Wife

Onions + Christmas Trees

A family is at the dinner table.
The son asks his father, 'Dad, how many kinds of boobs are there?
The father, surprised, answers, 'Well, son, there are three kinds of
boobs:
In her 20's, a woman's are like melons, round and firm.
In her 30's to 40's, they are like pears, still nice but hanging a bit.
After 50, they are like onions'.
'Onions?'
'Yes, you see them and they make you cry.'
This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter said, 'Mum, how
many kinds of 'willies' are there?.
The mother, surprised, smiles and answers, 'Well dear, a man goes
through three phases.
In his 20's, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.
In his 30's and 40's, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable.
After his 50's, it is like a Christmas Tree.'
'A Christmas tree?'
'Yes - the tree is dead and the balls are just for decoration.'