Relationships are built on the foundation of trust
and transparency. To be successful, ever-lasting and happy, relationships also
must be a level playing field. We often come across relationships where one or
both cheat on their partners. Some are aware of their partner’s infidelity, but
choose to ignore it, while others use the opportunity to sleep around to get
even with their partners. But have you come across some partners, who’ve
replaced the word “relationships” in the first two sentences with “infidelity”
and continue to feel contended, secure and happy in their relationships? Now, replace
and re-read the first two lines again before you embark on my (s)experience journey.
PS: I believe
relationship responsibilities belong to those involved in it and it is not the responsibility
of those who sleep with one or both of them.
Sealing
the deal
Humans never forget their innate hunting instincts,
how to create a spark and nurture the fire to keep themselves warm and use it
to feed their hunger. But only some amongst those believe that sharing is
caring. Unlike the usual player profiles that claim to be single (aka celebataire
in French), despite being in a relationship (man or woman), this profile was
honest and upfront. It had naked pictures of both of them and the couples were
soliciting men to sleep with them together. After a volley of messages back and
forth discussing interests, likes, fetishes, kinks, we finally exchanged
numbers, addresses and agreed on the time of rencontres.
Secrets
in Paradise
I rang the door bell and within a minute the door
to the paradise opened. A well hung naked man opened the door, I didn’t know if
he was the man that I was corresponding with or if he was his partner. But the
man looked much better than he appeared on the picture, sometimes pictures are
more deceptive. Very soon his partner welcomed me with a peck on my cheek and a
quick hug to make me feel at ease. Intoxicated in their beauty and ambience, I
forgot who topped and bottomed amongst the two.
Being swirled by aroma from the candles and surrounded
by light from it along with naked men ready to please and pleasure made me feel
in Paradise. I couldn't see much in the candle light, but the painting on the
roof, tastefully and aesthetically decorated home and their hospitably forced
to shameless ask them for a frequent visitor pass.
But then they said I was not the only one who felt
that way and shared the history of the place, I felt all the more proud and prejudiced.
The house was a brothel until the French Government shut them down in 1940s. I
said aloud in pride, "may be we were whores in the same house then and we
are being recycled to keep this place alive". That moment I felt the
purpose of my life was achieved and I felt like a happy bat hanging upside down
in its dark space.
Pillows,
willows, wallows!
The doors to the bedroom were open and inviting,
the bed was cleared of pillows for us to wallow with our hormone raging willows.
I may sound like a greedy slut, but to watch multiple erect and dangling dicks,
and multiple men in action sporting their horniness made me feel more powerful.
We began the evening on the bed of poses and hoses with
a volley of kisses. Three lips came together and their powerful whiskey
intoxicated tongues wrestled in my mouth and tongue-cuffed me. For a teetotaler,
their kiss was more intoxicating than alcohol. That night I realized the potency
of a French kiss. It can be served as an aperitif, a sizzling starter, a filling main course and
a ever lingering desert.
Finally the sensory nerves on our lips turned numb,
we shifted the focus elsewhere. Come back next week for more action and ad(vice)!
