Gallery Carre
A Heat Haze Fix
Dec 15th, 2024 by Holiday
I contacted the married man because we both needed sexual debauchery.
Behind the facade of wedding vows and children, we needed some hot, deviant action.
Behind the facade of the Chamber of Commerce and Youth League activities, we needed something proper wives couldn’t offer.
Behind the facade of the Baptist Belt culture, we needed release from the burden of worshipping a celibate man with a band of 12 unemployed brothers.
We needed to dissolve in a heat haze fix of promiscuous mingling.
This man had a treasure, and I wanted it; me on my knees unzipping his pants, richer than I’ve ever been. And the results were all that could be wished.
He was a few years older than me, and looked equally nondescript. Most people disregarded us as sexual deviants.
Appearing unremarkable has advantages, and remaining overlooked is chief among them.What provoked a wicked and intoxicating anxiety is that my male partner worked with my wife.
Everyone knows it is folly - if not lunacy, to engage in an office fling – any kind of fling. The outcome is predictable to the point of cliché. Yet play among married bisexual men in the general office setting is a step into June Carter’s Ring of Fire.
It is hot and forbidden and indecent and disgraceful. A strong person refrains from this degenerate behavior.
But I wouldn’t know. My slut mentality rules my nature in arbitrary fashion.
Most days I can resist my decadent instincts. Other times I am no better than the Whore of Babylon. I give in and I put out.
I dream of sucking his well endowed cock, and being lifted from my flesh into the delirious oblivion of a clean white room.