My wife takes me to cumsluts' heaven
'Are you nervous?'
Yes, but I'm also completely aroused and confident. It feels like a role that's made just for me. I can picture myself.
We have room, you and I. We get settled. We take a bath, and we bond before descending in the multitude, in the depths of desire with the promise of abundance and otherness for the first time. We get ready knowing we'll be there for each other on the other side. No matter how deep we go, we can lose ourselves in the moment with the knowledge that we are still together.
Completely naked, I put on my collar. You put on your body suit. We go downstairs in the room. We open the door. There's an altar.
A woman is sitting in a chair. Below, men and women, fully naked, stand and look at us making our way in.
'Welcome', she says. She orders you to put on the blindfold.
The last thing you see is the body of a dozen, probably more, naked bodies. Erect men, breasts. And everything goes black.
With one motion, she orders the couples, the bodies, to walk toward us. They circle us, they touch us. They rub against us. We feel flesh, skin, breasts, lips, cocks on our bodies.
You're kissing someone.
'Are you jealous?'
No. Well maybe a bit. But I like it.