[Based on Real Events]
“Would you mind if I kiss him?” it was loud in the club, and I barely heard what my wife, Zoe, asked me. It took me a second to realize what she was talking about. We were with a group of friends in this place, and she was talking to one of our friends, Zack. Then it hit me. She wanted to kiss Zack.
This event happened five years ago. It was completely random and unexpected for both of us. Until then, we both have been pretty vanilla for sex. However, I think when Zoe kissed that guy, we both woke up a beast sleeping deeply in our minds and souls. We started a journey that gradually escalated beyond the more significant part of our modern society’s moral boundaries. We started with standard threesomes, passed through orgies, gangbangs, interracial sex, living with multiple partners, drugs, mild bestiality, incest, and maybe many more things I cannot think of now. I often joke that if you open the categories tab in PornHub, we are all over the place. It was, it still is, a constant whirlpool of decadent sexual ideas, which we discuss in detail and then execute. At one point in time, we started to understand what we do. We were doing art! All of our sexual experiences draw a scene from a painting in our heads. In the beginning, we were going with the flow, but once we gained knowledge and understood what we wanted, it became art. It became a place for us to escape from reality and hide under the soft, sweet curtain of perversion. We did it first cautiously and with the fear that it might break us and then confidently and with the clear understanding that we are in this together. I will carefully describe to you, my readers, the experiences and the emotional states my wife and I passed through during those years. I firmly believe this kind of adventure forges your relationship and transform you into a super couple. This couple cannot be surprised unexpectedly by any ups and downs in a relationship.
But first things first. Let’s get back to the club. “Would you mind if I kiss Zack?” Zoe asked me insistently once again. “Yeah, sure, go ahead!” I’ve always been an open-minded guy and never experienced jealousy or what-so-ever toward my spouse. I think she didn’t wait for me to finish the sentence. Instead, she directly went to him and kissed him deeply and passionately. I was on the other side of the table and watched them curiously. At that moment, I experienced a massive wave of creativity. Scenes started appearing in my head. I immediately walked to them and told them, “Do you guys want to get out of here and continue this, whatever it is, back home?”. No words were necessary. We paid our bill and walked towards a taxi. I sat in front and left the two birds behind to make up as much as they wanted. I didn’t turn around for a moment. I was talking to the taxi driver. Once we arrived, I paid for the taxi and said to the driver, “We will fuck her brains out,” I winked at him and left. Little did I know I would say the exact same sentence a couple of years later, but this time my wife was going to invite the taxi driver to watch, and he would come. But that story is for another chapter.
So we came up into our apartment. That was our first home back then, and we loved the place. We had a big sofa in the living room and an armchair across the couch. So Zack and I poured a whiskey and sat on the sofa, and my wife told us, “I’m going to take a shower, and I’m coming.” Read more »