Pleasingly Debauched

Ginger Man and Dior: From the outside, highly respectable indivduals. But here, in the space they share, their darkest and most intimately debauched feelings surface ... Read on, and be prepared to have your foundations rocked.
(Warning: Adult and explicit content. If you are under the age of 18, go away. Now.)

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Wednesday, April 19, 2006

The Driver

I am not a conformist, so I don’t follow the crowd.

What sets me apart from most men is that I love to share my wife with another male, and watch her uninhibited behavior.

Dior is the consummate lover who knows how to please a well-deserving man, and this makes me very aroused.

Early in our relationship, Dior knew of my debauched outlook. This revelation made her especially happy, and eventually led Dior to an on-line contact with Mark – a hot young cowboy from Australia, for some extremely torrid cyber sex.

I had no problem with this, and even encouraged Dior to be nude for her boytoy on web cam.

So, when we decided to celebrate our marriage with a honeymoon Down Under, the chance for Dior to finally meet Mark seemed perfectly natural.

As we made our way through the arrival hall of the small airport, I could spot her Outback cowboy easily. Despite Dior’s description of Mark as 6'2", blonde-haired and golden skinned, I was not prepared for his appeal.

Since Mark had exposed his long thick cock several times to my wife on web cam, I knew by the wanton look in her eye that Dior would easily succumb to him during our visit – more than once.

The idea of letting my bride fuck another man on our honeymoon is outrageous, but it’s so undeniably erotic.

Regardless of circumstances, after Dior is finished with her lover she always returns to me, and I reclaim her as my true love. While I may revel in her gratification with another man, I seduce her all over again and make her mine.

As Mark loaded our baggage into the back of his truck, I turned to Dior and whispered discretely: “I know you want him. I’ll drive while you have fun in the backseat.”

I convinced our host to let me drive along the unfamiliar roads of the countryside, while he and Dior became better acquainted as passengers. This required no coaxing, at all.

As I quickly made my way through the Outback, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of Dior’s murmured approval of her 6’2’cowboy.

I knew exactly what my wife was doing with her boyfriend, and I loved it. I adjusted the rear view mirror for a better glimpse of what was happening in the backseat.

And what I couldn’t see, I could hear … and between the two, it was obvious that Dior already had her hands on his long and thick cock. In fact, she had two hands at his disposal.

How many times had Dior stroked my cock … sucked my cock … took me to heaven with the combination of her deft fingers and her supple mouth?

Oh, my God. Dior is an extraordinary cocksucker … she has a supreme gift of the oral arts. And I know that when my wife dedicates herself to fellatio, she can’t resist some mild ass play.

So I knew Dior would be finger-fucking Mark, while she stroked his throbbing cock.

What is it about me that becomes feverishly aroused by my wife …. on our honeymoon, no less, misbehaving with a relatively unknown man in a vehicle I’m driving?

What is it about our relationship that I love to watch, and she loves to perform?

What is it about our relationship that produces a fidelity few people can possibly understand?

We are true to each regardless of how others might perceive our behavior.

Sex with other people is just sex; it’s gratifying like anything that satiates an appetite … but it’s not love … it’s not that indefinable quality that produces a unique connection between two people who are simultaneously friends, lovers, and partners.

I could hear Mark moaning from behind me. Dior was stroking his cock with her usual sensuousness.

As I turned to view my wife with her boyfriend, she leaned down just in time for Mark to send a torrent of warm cum into her eager mouth. I heard the familiar sounds of her ingesting a hot, spurting cock.

Mark was all played out, and Dior kissed him and held him close.

I pulled off the road and came round to Dior’s window. She looked absolutely beautiful, and the smell of sex permeated her. I leaned forward to kiss my wife. We were on our honeymoon, and the taste of another man’s warm cum saturated her lips.

I couldn’t stop kissing Dior for the longest time. She was mine, and I loved her beyond words.


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