Wasn't sure it would fly below DeviantArt's guidelines so had to censor, apologies.
Follow-up to:
Sequel:
The evening had been sold to me as a sophisticated, intimate affair, yet the bar my fiancé leads me down steps into looks like some skeevy club, replete with flashing neon sign, thick cigarette smoke and the smell of sweat.
"I just don't think I'm comfortable fucking all your friends at once," I object, wishing to be anywhere else.
She rolls her eyes like I'm some knuckle-dragging troglodyte. "You won't be! It'll be me. They'll just be experiencing it."
"That's what creeps me out!"
I'm finding out so much about my fiancé now that we're engaged. Mostly all the freaky stuff. When she first said she wanted to try RV sex, I pictured loading up the Winnebago for a weekend out in the boonies. Not this.
As a realtor, she uses Remote Viewing helmets on a regular basis, giving tours of properties to potential buyers via her own senses, usually overseas investors wanting to see, touch, and even smell their investment without flying out in person. She's great at her job, with a contagious enthusiasm that somehow seems to transmit alongside the electronic sensory feed. Still, if the buyers knew what she did with those headsets out of hours, they'd probably want them sterilised.
"Besides, it won't be you fucking them," she adds.
"Huh?!"
She grins. "I've been telling all my girl friends what a huge dick you have. They can't wait to feel it inside me. They're going to be experiencing you. They're really excited. Most of them have never been a man before." She leads me towards a gaggle of women. "Hey, girls! Hope you're all ready to blow your load in me!" she exclaims, pulling them into a tight group hug.