Our Marriage License
The agreement gave Allyson total control over my sexual desires and hers
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His name is Bradley. Allyson told me as he approached, offered his hand, and took her into the pool. Her legs wrapped around his waist buoyed by the water and her incredible lust, flowing powerfully throughout her body.
Her back curved artistically and enhanced the shape of her ass, a shape I tried to look past but couldn’t. Every moment I glanced at her, tossing her head back, with Bradley’s hands caressing her body and his mouth nibbling at her tits, was a moment that increased the ache that I loved and also loved to hate.
She had chosen him out of several men who had eyed her, enjoyed small talk, and introduced her to their wives and girlfriends.
Bradley’s wife was with another man in what was called the Covered Cabanas, on her hands and knees with her ass in the air, and gripped the sheets and moaning while her connection thrust his cock into her pussy.
The atmosphere at this Mauve resort was erotically charged, and I lay in chaise lounge, soaking in the sights, and closing my eyes to clear my mind, but opening them again to see Allyson grinding her mouth against Bradley’s.
A woman lay near me wearing only her bikini bottom while another woman rubbed lotion on her back and paused to bury her face in the lady’s ass and fingering between her own legs.
The scenes fucked me mentally and arousal coursed through me like a steady drumbeat, banging slowly, and getting deeper and louder with every shrill scream of pleasure and the deep, guttural orgasms that echoed around the pool and hot tubs.
And, now, Allyson was cushioned on the pool’s deck with Bradley lathering his mouth and lips over her body, moving lower to her pussy, ready to take her and fuck her into his psyche—a passion he likely wouldn’t forget.
Why did I watch and willingly lie in the chaise lounge while my wife was being ravaged by another guy, with another man approaching and still another?
That was the agreement in our marriage license. The one we explored and crafted together.
