Oh, sure, but in a context in which two married people have a third adult living with them, and there’s lots of naked, and there are massages, the ‘reasonable definition of cheating’ that many people would apply goes out the window.
Incidental erection parking strikes me as, unless explicitly discussed, *not *cheating in that case.
They can be swingers as wild as the day is long, but if they (husband and wife) didn’t agree to an open marriage where they don’t have to ask permission each time, then it’d be cheating. I mean, he said his wife was cheating on him, right? So, there had to have been a few rules of engagement.
So, was that like a non-Federal holiday and she said, “Well! Since it’s your work day and your day off…”
Problems with Definitions (or Pushing This Thing Back on Track)
Between 7th and 8th grade I went to a summer camp on a university campus (Gifted teens or some kind of theme like that) with a few dozen kids from other schools across the county. We stayed in the dorms for a week, girls on even floors, guys on odd floors; no mixing allowed outside of our teacher-led sessions.
One night, my dorm-mates and I went across the quad to smoke some marijuana at the base of a loading dock for some physics lab. Two girls from our camp session stumbled upon us and we invited them to join in. When we there was no more weed to smoke, we all wandered back to our separate rooms. The two guys in my room fell asleep; I felt restless and wandered back across the quad. The two girls showed up again so I greeted them and asked innocently, “How are you feeling?”
“I feel raunchy!” one of them said with a grin. The other blushed, grinned, and chimed in, “Me too.”
I had heard the term ‘raunchy’ only twice before. Once, when my friend was offering us snacks, he reached into the refrigerator, pulled out a container of fuzzy chile-and-cheese dip, and tossed it in the trash can while saying, “Man! That’s raunchy stuff. We are NOT dipping our Doritos in that!” and another time when my sister commented about someone’s scatological joke, “Eww! That’s raunchy!”
So my response to the answers was to think, I don’t know why you’re grinning about it, but if you’re both feeling grotesque I’m certainly not going to touch either of you.
And then the first girl stepped close and asked, “Do you think you can help us out?”
And since I was 13 years-old and the girls were at least the same age since the camp was for our grade level, it simply didn’t occur to me at all that they could be sexually active, much less available to me. In fact, since all the kids I’d grown up with in my own neighborhood seemed to avoid me like the plague, I couldn’t imagine they’d have an interest in me, or that it was possible that they’d both be wanting to do me at the same time. After all, the youngest I’d ever read about in those magazines I’d found was about 16-year-old girls and these girls had a couple more years to go before they’d magically change into High School Sweethearts and be ready to date and…yeah, that stuff.
So, as they both started to move toward me at once, I put my hands out in front of me, palms up. It put a weak obstacle between me and each of them while looking like a gesture to reinforce my figural empty-handedness while I said, “I…haven’t the faintest idea what I could do for you.”
“Really?!” they both asked at the same time. I could tell they were angry but hadn’t any idea why. Then they looked at each other, shrugged, and walked away.
I stuck around for a few more minutes, having a nagging feeling that I had done something horribly wrong but was too stoned to know just how I had insulted them. Then I wandered back to the dorm-room and fell asleep. Neither of my roommates ever heard anything about it – or if they had, they never told me.
—G?
https://www.vocabulary.com/dictionary/raunchy
raunchy : Something raunchy is dirty in one sense or another: it’s either literally covered in dirt or suggesting dirty sexual situations.:smack:
It was more casual than that. He worked evenings during the week, and I made myself scare on weekends to give them their time alone.
“dipping” our “doritos”
heh
You and I pedantically debating this is like doing laser surgery on hamburger meat.
As non-traditional as the arrangement was, I wouldn’t assume anything was or was not cheating. **TraciJo67 **sort of walked onto an alien spaceship, and was down with FTL travel and transporters and invisibility cloaks, but then announced she’d never ride in a vehicle without seat belts.
None of us - you, me, or Traci, are really invested in this, I don’t think. The next marriage any of us has where there’s clothing optional and an unrelated adult living with us, I think we’ve all learned to talk about the rules on unintended wang rooting.
Why does “clothing optional” need to be sexual, though? Some people just don’t like wearing clothing and don’t want to have to do it in their own house. The line between “cheating” and “okay” is a lot closer to “hot-dogging a non-partner’s asscheeks with my fully erect cock” than it is to “Fabric makes me chafe”.
LOLing again. I am a 13 year old boy apparently.
It doesn’t *need *to be. Hearing that a house is, and two married people and an unmarried woman all live there, though, makes me ask the question as to what the line was.
I’m not presuming the answer, but I’m also not presuming the other answer.
As I’ve mentioned before, I spent summers at a nudist camp when I was a kid, so I’m perfectly comfortable being nude.
But these days, it is a lot more like this Onion piece:
As for my terrible first marriage and fidelity, like a lot of people, I only really objected to the lying and sneaking around. My ex did ask me to devirginize a friend of hers - not an especially proud moment, as I’m sure I was nowhere near as gentle as I now would be. I lost track of her, and she wound up hanging out with an abusive guy. Years later, I found out that she had been driving the car when he committed a crime, and got charged as an accessory. I heard she did a couple of years. I did run into her at a concert a few years back, and she is exclusively gay now.
There were any number of guests in the apartment at various times. One interesting couple was a gay guy and a lesbian who experimented with straight sex together in my living room. She was very butch, and had, I swear this is true, a tattoo that said “If it smells like fish, eat it.”
I’m traditional in how I view my relationship, and my husband is on the same page (or says he is, anyway). We’ve been married for 19 years and neither of us have strayed. But I do support the notion that everyone gets to define their own boundaries. Relationships are hard. Kudos to everyone who make them work. You want to line 'me up cafeteria style and plow through them every 3rd Wednesday of the month, and your SO is down with that? Hallelujah and praise Dog 
I fail to see where that is inconsistent. I was assuming, based on comments that Gaffo made, that perhaps his wife didn’t know that he was knocking on his nudist roomie’s back door, and that he wasn’t altogether certain how she’d feel about it if she did. I was puzzled at what seemed (to me) to be an inconsistency. I am amused by his story, and no, not vested at all. I just wondered if perhaps his definition of cheating didn’t quit align with hers. My sister thinks that casually surfing porn online is cheating. I think it’s harmless (if not boring) fun, and so does my husband. Privately, I think her stance is rigid and unrealistic, but it is her heartfelt belief, and her husband abides by it. Well, that, or he’s hella discreet.
Yeah, if I were you, I’d feel a lot more ashamed about this than I would about not getting to stick the sausage in the stewpot back at Chez Nude that one time.
As I said, I think my ex assumed I was having sex with my friend. I wasn’t, and I’ve been kicking myself for not doing so.
When my wife left me (having stolen the rent and the car, leaving me with huge debts and unpaid bills) my friend was one only person to lend me a sympathetic ear.
What was objectionable was that my ex was cheating on me with her ex, who had gotten her pregnant (she miscarried) before we met and married.
I’m lucky in that my wife understands that porn is a necessary outlet, and that easy access to it probably done more to help maintain fidelity than anything else.
What was worse was that I didn’t know she was a virgin.
Definitely a low point.
As for her being gay, I think the years in a Kansas women’s prison might have more to do with that than me.
I’m not sure why you think spending time in a woman’s prison would make you want to avoid men once you get out. There are, however, a not-insignificant fraction of lesbians who explicitly name past abuse at the hands of men early in life as a factor influencing their current sexual preference. It sure doesn’t seem like the incident ended up being a real positive experience for this woman.
So, yeah. I’d feel really shit about that. Like, wow.
There are a few court cases currently going on in Kansas by women claiming sexual abuse by male guards at the main womens’ prison in Kansas.
And if she asks you to come up for coffee, hint: “Coffee isn’t coffee, coffee is sex!” :smack:
Oh come on. Haven’t we rode this pony enough already?!
Sorry, I didn’t mean to refer to all that. Seinfeld compulsion takes over.
No idea what this means, but then I never watched Seinfeld. The slap bass interstitials were too annoying.