I don’t understand why it excites me. We have what I’d call, at best, a vanilla sex life. When it happens. We don’t sext each other. You’re not really into dirty talk. You’ve got a few erotic novels, but it would be a stretch to call them “porn”. There’s some toys gathering dust. The rest of our lives take all our time; work, kids, just living takes everything out of us. Perhaps it’s because of the unlikeliness of it? Perhaps it’s the distance from our everyday world?
Also, I’m an insanely jealous guy. When we briefly split decades ago, for the only time in my life I was brought to the point where I was ready to physically hurt another guy, multiple times, because of how he and you acted. I can’t stand the thought of another guy being by your side. Of someone else having you. It ignites a rage in me that I can’t rationally understand or control and that amplifies the frustration I feel in relation to it.
So why do I desperately want to see you on your back, legs spread wide, another man’s cock deep inside you? Your wide hips and ass almost split apart trying to give him as much access to your pussy as possible. Another cock in your mouth, your head tilted sideways so he can comfortably insert himself down your throat. You hugrilly taking every inch. His hands squeezing your tits and pinching your nipples. Your hands reaching out for a third cock, intent on ensuring he’s being shown a good time and that he’s being kept hard while he waits for a hole to become available. Three guys treating you as a tool to help them cum. Orifices in which to shove their erections and a set of willing orifices at that.
Why is it I get rock hard imagining you straddling a guy as he sits right here on our couch, tits pressed against his face as you bend over to expose your asshole and make it available for another guys dick to enter it? Your chest getting flush, sweat covering your body, your hair a mess as you pant, expending all your energy on trying to do as much with as many cocks as you can in as short an amount of time as possible. Facial expressions that sit on the edge of pain and pleasure. Moans of “yes” interspersed with winces of pain as someone pushes too hard or too deep which quickly disappear as they settle into a rhythm of stimulation.
How do I imaging I’d be fine watching you service cock after cock in a row of guys eager to blow their loads on your tits? Your lips sucking, your tongue licking the underside of their cock heads, one hand stroking their shaft, the other feeling their tight bum cheeks. Load after load of hot cum being pumped in your face and on your tits. The way you stare into their eyes as you bring them to orgasm, the look of joy as you realise you’ve made them happy, the eagerness with which you lift your tits to taste their semen.
Why is it that the sight of you exhausted, covered in sweat, cum all over your body, your cunt red raw, your ass sore from being stretched open, with a smile of satisfaction on your face is where I’d be happy to start my evening with you?
I can’t explain it. But I’d love to see it happen.
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