My wife takes me to cumsluts' heaven
We're at a resort. A swingers resort, you can say. A manor where they host parties, where they fulfill fantasies.
I submitted a letter, describing the scenario I'd like to enact, and if I'm chosen, they'd make it a reality. The manor is a safe place, everybody is tested, healthy. Anything can happen.
In my letter, I described how I fantasized about being the star of a cum party, a cumslut husband. I watch porn and secretly desire to be the women on the receiving end rather than the men. And I'm sure I would be good at it. I wouldn't back down. I'd like to test myself. Would I be able to go through with it?
I receive a reply. I've been chosen. If I so choose, the scenario will be offered to me. There will be at least a dozen couples. Men, women.
The mistress will direct the action. She'll make sure I show what I'm capable of. It will be an initiation. If I go through with it, I can stay for the week. If I don't, I must go home.
I'll be wearing nothing but a collar. And you'll be wearing a leather blindfold and a latex crotchless, cupless bodysuit.
All the men will have been instructed to abstain from cumming for a week.
They will give us a proper welcome. A proper greeting.
We pull in at the gates of the manor. They let us in.