[FM] I got fingered and then fucked in the minibus on the way to Paris

I’m currently in Paris and alone at our Airbnb with my youngest who is playing on his Nintendo Switch.

We had a great day consisting of some sightseeing, a boat trip through the Seine, exploring the shopping street close to Champs Elysees and having dinner.

The rest of the group just left and went clubbing and I couldn’t wait to share something that happened last midnight/this morning. Sorry for the spelling errors, I wanted to share this quickly before they’re back.

Around 2 in the morning, the friends of my oldest son Justin gathered at our place preparing to go to Paris for the weekend.

The group should have consisted of Justin, and his girlfriend Sarah, Koen, and his girlfriend Lotte, Dax, and Jermain who I both introduced in my previous post and another couple that was supposed to join but had food poisoning.

Sarah suggested my youngest son Lucas and me to join instead else it would be a waste of space of the minibus and Airbnb they rented.

I was looking forward to a quiet weekend so I refused but Lucas begged me.

*”Please, mom! I’ve never been to Paris.”*

[FMM] I’m afraid my husband can’t satisfy me anymore

Hello Reddit! Last Sunday I’ve written about my first encounter that happened about 3 months ago. I didn’t dare to press the submit button but today I’ve gathered enough courage to share it with you guys! Wine helps. Sorry for giving so much background story but I wanted to explain myself as I’m afraid of judgement.

My name is Isabella but my friends and family call me either Bella or Isa. I’m 35 years old and married to a husband who is currently serving overseas. Well technically it’s more a training mission nowadays but it feels the same to me.

We have two sons, aged 18 and 14. I have to admit, the oldest wasn’t planned and happened a bit too early. Luckily both our parents were very supportive and helped us with raising them. Thanks to them I’ve been able to study, have a social life and got a job that I still love every day!

I’ve been writing letters and sending care packages regularly and ended up becoming very good friends with 3 American soldiers my husband used to share a base with. My friendship with them started when my husband mentioned he read all my letters out loud and showed them how I look like. At first, I felt awkward because I’ve written some very intimate things.