Lustful Paradise

Sasha looked at Lucifer, who had just downed the last glass of rum from the bottle. She saw the look on his face, which was full of disgust and confusion, and she couldn't help but shake her head.

"I see what's going on, boy. You don't care about how women show their nude bodies or about the number of men they sleep with, and that's good. But you're having a hard time understanding why men would let their girlfriends sleep with other guys to satisfy their fantasies or desires. That's the reason why you're feeling so disgusted."

She paused and gave him a look. "Don't you see the irony of it, Lucifer? Most of the men think about having harem or sleeping with a different girl every day. But in the same breath, they don't like to share their girlfriends with another guy. It seems like the case with you. You are also like most men in this regard.

You are fine with the idea of fucking different girls every day, but you don't like the idea of a girl fucking multiple men and sharing her with another guy. It's just a different perspective, that's all."

"You don't get it, Aunt Sasha. I don't care about women who sleep around with different men. It's their life, and I am not here to judge them. I don't care if they are in a relationship or not. That's not what I am talking about." Lucifer explained, his voice filled with frustration.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and continued, "I am talking about a man who wants to share his woman with someone else, who wants to see her fucking another man and enjoys watching it. Why would they enjoy such a thing? Why does it make them hard? I don't get it."

Lucifer sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He looked at his Aunt Sasha and asked, "And you, are you trying to help me or just giving me a lecture? It doesn't sound like you care much about what I am feeling, but more about making me understand what you think is right and what I think is fucked up."

"Of course, I am here to help you." Sasha replied, her voice steady and unwavering.

"Then, why are you sitting so far away from me, Aunt Sasha? Come closer and let me feel the comfort I seek from you. After all, there is no better comfort than a warm hug." Lucifer said, leaning back on his seat, his eyes locked onto Sasha's as he gestured for her to come closer.

"Heh... That's a good one. Trying to act smooth, are you? You're still the same mischievous boy, even after all these years. Always up to some tricks." Sasha laughed and got up from her seat. "But I guess I can play along with your little game, naughty boy."

With those words, Sasha moved around the table and approached him, a sensual sway to her hips and an aura of seduction in the air. When she got to his side, Lucifer pulled her down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her and burying his head in her neck.

"Hey, hey! What are you doing, boy? Behave yourself, will you? I'm still your aunt, remember? Show me some respect." Sasha's words sounded firm, but the way her hands moved to caress his hair betrayed her true emotions. "Even if you wanted to feel the warmth and comfort of a woman, I don't think I'm the best person to be with you.

You should go out and find someone your age, not try to cuddle with your own aunt."

As Sasha finished speaking, she felt a warm, soft sensation against the back of her neck. A kiss, planted by Lucifer, whose arms were still wrapped around her, his lips lingering against her skin. A moment of surprise, before she found herself tilting her head to the side, giving him better access.

A small, involuntary moan escaped her lips, and Sasha quickly tried to cover it up. "Okay, okay, that's enough now, boy. I don't mind giving you a little comfort, but you're playing dirty here. Don't push your luck, or you'll be in trouble. Do you hear me, Lucifer? I am your Aunt, not your lover."

"Oh, I know that. I know that all too well, Aunt Sasha. I just couldn't resist the temptation of tasting you," Lucifer whispered, his lips still against her neck. "Besides, you haven't solved my problem yet. You only gave me your opinion, but not what I was looking for. And I need to know; I need to get answers, so please, help me understand.

I want to know why some guys enjoy watching their girl being taken by another man. What pleasure can they get from that? Is it because they are just plain perverted or because they are insecure and want to see that someone else can find pleasure in their partner too? I just can't wrap my head around it, no matter how hard I try. Please help me, Aunt Sasha."

Sasha let out a sigh, feeling Lucifer's hot breath tickling her neck. "Well, you see, there's no one answer to that, Lucifer. It depends on the person, their feelings, and their emotions. It could be a kink, a fetish, or a fantasy they have. For some, it could be a power thing. The thrill of knowing that another man is pleasuring their woman and she's enjoying it.

For others, it could be an ego boost. They like seeing their partner being desired by another man; it makes them feel important, like their woman is some kind of prize that they get to share. But for most, I think it's a combination of all of those things. The excitement of watching, the feeling of power, the rush of adrenaline, the ego trip. It's a complex thing, Lucifer, and there's no easy answer.

But one thing's for sure: it's something that's not for everyone, and not everyone will understand or appreciate it."

"I don't understand it at all, but at least I got to know what's going on in their minds, Aunt Sasha," Lucifer said, his lips trailing up to her ear, where he planted another kiss. "And I also know that I will never want to see my girl being taken by another man. It just feels wrong to me, like a betrayal. I don't care if it's a fetish, fantasy, kink, or whatever the hell you call it.

It's just not for me. And it never will be. I would always make sure that no one touches my girl except me. I am selfish and greedy like that. And that will never change."