I seem to have an affliction that causes me to enjoy seeing the love of my life been taken in the biblical sense. No not just taken, but taken with the full blessing of myself, my other half and I may add, absolutely enjoyed by all.
I later found that the chaise was also a major part of the game. Many of my Partners, (and there have been a few), were very suspicious when they first learned of my fetish.
They thought that I was looking too sow my own wild oats, and that by allowing them to indulge, I was opening the way for myself to stray. A few were scared off, but most jumped in at the deep end.
There were some that only indulged now and again and liked it all to happen spontaneously, while others were true hunters and went out for a night on the town with one thing in mind. Some had me by their side while others preferred to go out alone, and would come home with a pussy full of the proof.
I still found this erotic, but it wasn't the same as watching it all take place. These women did allow me to watch as a stranger, (as much as possible), depending on the circumstances.
A couple of times I ven managed to join in a gang bang without the other men knowing that the person who was their play thing, was actually my partner. Most though, preferred that I be present.
There were even a few occasions that things got out of control, and we had to beat a hasty retreat leaving our dignity and clothing behind. One of these was when the huntress became the hunted, and we both were lucky to escape with our lives. 99% of the time things went well, and trust me, we learned from our mistakes.
Spanning all of the above groups, I can honestly say that the majority of them thought they were in cock heaven when they realized the truth, and par-took of what I was offering. The chance to find out how far they could push the pleasure envelope. As I said, my partner's pleasure was paramount.
I found out that I had this fetish many years ago when as a teenager, I arrived unexpectedly at a beach party that my girlfriend and I were to attend. I had a last minute family commitment that had gone much more smoothly then any of us had expected and instead of being away overnight, I arrived at the party, very late, but early enough that the party was still in full swing.
Things that I witnessed on that warm and salty night have changed my life from that moment onwards.
Hang on I am getting a little ahead of myself. I had better start at the beginning and give you a brief overview of my life to help you understand me as a person, and generally what makes me tick.
My mother was hitch hiking in the backwaters of the British country side, when she was raped by a lorry driver and having fallen pregnant, she was sent to Australia to give birth to a baby boy, me.
I was put up for adoption and grew up in a loving and caring environment.
I had been with a number of girls, all slightly older then myself, but it wasn't until I met Angela that I realized that I was a bit different from my friends.
You see they were quite possessive of there girlfriends. Yes I do admit that I was jealous when my girl, Angela, (not her real name), flirted with some of my friends, but it was more of a mental fear of rejection then jealousy of a sexual nature.
Angela was three years older then myself. She had turned 21yrs old three weeks previously. Her long shapely legs started at her ankles and rose to her arse, where they blossomed into the most curvaceous buttocks.
Her pussy was bald all the way up to her pubic bone where she had a small landing strip. We had often joked that this was my moustache. Her inner lips were small and only just protruded past her outer lips, which seemed to be puffy and red all the time.
I was sure that any time I touched the entrance to her vagina, she was wet. Her explanation for this was that she was constantly horny. Her breasts were a good firm handful. Small by some standards, but her nipples were extremely sensitive and I was able to make her come just by playing with her tits.
Angela didn't need to wear a bra and I could always tell when the fabric of her clothing had rubbed her nipples till she was close to orgasm. She would thrust her chest forward and sway her shoulders when she walked.
Noticing this had me on the go most of the time as well. We would be shopping, or walking down the street when I would see the tell tale movements.
This led to us making love in numerous public locations. Public toilets, changing rooms, in the car at a car park, and even down behind the dumpster at the local fish and chip shop.
She was always in the mood. We had been caught by passers by on many occasions and it always seemed to excite the both of us even more. These people would hear us and sometimes they would even see us.
Once or twice males had actually stopped and watched, but up till now nobody had tried to join us. I believe that we were both called exhibitionists, but I didn't realize we were in fact much more then simple exhibitionists.
The truth came to the foreground when we were preparing to go to a beach party that was to start about 9.00-9.30 at the local bluff. It was 7.30 in the evening and we were going to go to the pub first.
Being summer, Angela was wearing a double layer cheesecloth dress that provided ample airflow as well as a good view. If the light was at the right angle, the material was quite see through.
As we dressed I marveled at the way her nipples were already poking forward and up. Knowing that I was watching, Angela slowly slid her brief panties up her legs and pulled them tight against her pussy. Her camel toe was quite visible and a spot of moisture formed on her knickers between her lips immediately.
I was just about to take a taste when the phone rang. It was my parents. They had rung to say that my sister was in need of assistance. She was moving back to the coast from Brisbane and needed my help to pack the last truckload of her belongings, I would stay overnight, and then to return with her in the morning.
Angela hit the roof when I said that I was willing to help. We had been looking forward to this party for some time. I told her that it was no use us both missing out on the party and as long as she didn't walk home alone afterwards, but had one of our friends drive her, it was okay by me.