I liked how your wife’s cascading hair tickled my thighs but what really excited me was when she stopped pleasuring my cock and left the bed for a moment. I almost shot my wad right then and there when she returned to me pulling a scrunchy into her hair for a pony-tail and said, “I want you to see every bit of this.” I’m not sure which of us she was talking to but it didn’t matter! Between Audrey’s hot, wet mouth on my cock, her soft hands caressing my balls and that pony-tail tickling everywhere it touched, I did not last long.
What an odd but satisfying relationship this is becoming! While driving out to meet you guys I thought about little else. So what are the chances that a sexual relationship based on me banging the wife in a couple will endure for very long? This relationship seems different from a “love triangle” so to speak because those generally are illicit relationships acted out in secrecy and deceit. There isn’t much secrecy when she and I are fucking our hearts out and you’re nearby in a chair taping every thrust and moan!
One of my quirks is that I tend to over-analyze relationships. In fact, I’ve analyzed electrical circuits and physical structures for a long time now. So, structurally, what is the deal with us?
You get off seeing your wife have sex with another, in this case, with me. Your wife enjoys being with me and I enjoy being with her. And while I have no particular affection for you, per-se, I do get a rise out of brain-teasing things to do with your Audrey, that end up cock-teasing you. So, we are a triangle, quite different from a love-triangle per-se but a triangle nonetheless...
Triangles are an interesting geometry because they are inherently strong and able to resist forces that would destroy other shapes. Triangles form truss bridges and roof trusses. The other shape that enjoys centuries of success is the arch. Arches support bridges and also form the structural basis for the domed cathedrals of Europe.
So, I see arches as the metaphor for marriages where couple chooses to conjoin each other’s minds and hearts, “forsaking all others” as the vow says. Such marriages are great and I hold every respect for them. But they aren’t for everyone and that’s where the triangle shines as a sturdy structural construct.
Imagine a bridge over a river and the loads imposed on it. In a relationship comparison to a bridge, I consider the span to represent the time that a relationship endures.
Gravity and the weight of the bridge materials, combined with the weight of whatever vehicles and the like that cross the bridge are the “load’. All of that load is borne by the soil beneath each end of the bridge. Architects and engineers consider that action as being in “Compression”.
The triangular or ‘Truss” sections bear the weight because those members are under “Tension.” Each member is trying to pull apart but they are held in place by the next member, also under tension in an opposing plane. Essentially, tension holds the triangle together.
Clearly, you experience sexual tension whenever you witness or fantasize your wife being fucked by another. Part of your fantasy seems to be seeing her degraded by the cum-on-her face videos and similar acts imposed upon her to satisfy a pleasure that you have called “perverse”.
Is that a bad thing? Does it hurt a marriage? I think maybe it depends on your wife’s views more than anything.
How many TV shows have been held together by relentless sexual tension between the characters?
I think that any shrink hearing your story would ascribe a differential diagnosis of Madonna-Whore Complex. The trait was first identified by Sigmund Freud and essentially refers to men who can only become sexually aroused by their wives or lovers after those women have been degraded. Prior to her degradation, the woman is a Madonna – a mother figure and sex with her would be incestuous and therefore impossible for them to handle. Once degraded, the woman becomes "a whore" in her man's eyes and therefore a suitable sex partner. She is fit to fuck so to speak.
So, the more your wife submits to your control and the more you can degrade her, the more exciting Audrey becomes to you sexually and in turn, you can vent your spleen (and your achey-breaky testicles) once you get her home. All that is fine so long as being degraded is okay with your wife over the long term.
After all, sometimes love is when your neurosis mesh.
But…
What if being continually degraded is not okay with her? What if there is gut-deep resentment over her sexual exploitation that turns her love into revulsion? How does a woman feel about a husband who can only make love to her after she’s gagged on God-knows-who’s cock and had her vagina creamed into by some faceless guy or group of guys with questionable hygiene and worse breath?
Returning to the bridge geometry metaphor, such ego grinding resentments are tension forces that if not countered, by an opposing force might cause the “span” of a marriage to collapse.
In our case, my approach to your wife is a giving, loving and nurturing one. Your wife knows without doubt that I value who she is as a unique person. And while I am willing to shoot those hot, ropey strands of cum that you enjoy so, the act is one of love and the growing lust between she and I. And you are there to enjoy the sights, sounds and smells there in the moment, and to reclaim her once you get home. Accordingly, geometrically, you and I are the rafters – the opposing sides - of a triangle truss.
The strongest of truss designs have a vertical member actually dividing an equilateral triangle into two right triangles facing opposite directions. Sometimes these are called “Kingpost’ trusses.
Oddly enough, your Audrey, your queen is the Kingpost in this odd relationship. Without Audrey, you and I have nothing to share and no reason to be associated with each other. Without me or someone like me, your wife will soon feel too degraded and your relationship will collapse. Without you, Audrey wouldn’t have all she needs because I cannot be there for her fulltime. I exist within a marriage that has lost any semblance of love but is legally and financially binding.
Call it a love triangle, a sex triangle, a friend with benefits relationship or whatever, but it seems to be working.
While your wife locks her eyes with mine when she does a slow strip dance for me, every now and again I see her glance your way for approval. When her heels tread my back as I tongue her pussy and suckle her clitoris like an engorged nipple, I know that she feels loved and respected and therefore fully able to give and receive all the sexual pleasures that love has to offer.
Even faux-punishment has become a thing of joy. Your wife had just finished fucking my brains out – literally, I was nearly spent. We lay cuddling and catching our breath. After a while, Audrey said, “I’ve been a naughty wife.”
“How so,” I asked – with a mischievous raise of an eyebrow.
“Look,” she said nodding your way, “My husband has dozed off and I am here in this bed having sex, very hot sex with you and he isn’t awake to enjoy it.”
“Are you enjoying it?” I asked.
“Very much so kind Sir,” you cooed in a breathy voice.
