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Reid flipped me onto my back and fucked me with long, deep strokes until he came inside me again. After breakfast he bent me over the desk. He spread my legs and pushed his cock back inside me from behind. He fucked me hard, his hips slapping against my ass. One hand reached around and rubbed my clit fast. I came twice like that, moaning loudly. He finally came deep inside me, holding my hips tight.

Not like Naomi had mind you, but I felt myself lubricate enough to have it leak out of my very full pussy. "That's one," said Naomi and she started now to tease my nipples instead of pinching them. I just moaned as my clit had calmed enough to enjoy Jerome again. I then discovered a new and very positive aspect of the swing. Instead of just rocking back and forth powered by Jerome's thrusts, if you have someone behind you, they can grab your tits while they tease you and forcefully pull you back off her husband and then push you down back onto him with a vengeance. This added to the collision force of him when he reached full penetration. My mind was spinning and I was lost in a fog of lust.

"Oh, why?" "I don't want to share you with anyone, and I don't want to fuck someone else's woman. I don't want to fuck anyone else, period." "I'm confused. I don't know what you are talking about," Emberly pouted as she boxed up another item. "Yeah, I was also confused, but it's a swingers club where couples swap partners. That isn't something I'm willing to do." "That doesn't sound like something I would like to do either. I have the perfect specimen of a man already," Emberly grinned.

I was already soaked, my pussy lips were swollen and slick. He watched every move I made. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, it was thick and hard. The head was already wet with precum, he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly. “Tell me what you wrote,” he said. I kept rubbing my clit in small circles. My breath came faster. “I wrote about a man coming in after closing. He bends me over the desk, he pulls my skirt up and fucks me hard.” He stroked faster. “Keep going.”

Then, remembering what Vicky had said about the magazines, I quietly tiptoed in, carefully opening the drawer to find them. There were three of them, all titled Swinger. Quietly removing one, I went back to my own room and proceeded to read the magazine. As I read, I was shocked when I realized how many people were swingers. It seemed that trading partners without jealousy was a big thing. I knew that Mike and Vicky were into it and we seemed as happy a couple as I'd ever seen. As I read more, I learned that suppressing the desire to know other people intimately was one of the things that led to stagnation in relationships, that the couples who did swing were more apt to have happy, long-las

He looked powerful, untouched by the sickness that had taken his brother. He crawled back over me, his knees forcing my thighs wide. He positioned the wet, blunt head of his cock at my pussy entrance, rubbing it against my clit in slow, rhythmic circles that had me clawing at the sheets, my toes curling into the silk. "Tell me you want it," he commanded, his jaw tight as he fought for his own control. "Tell me you want your husband’s brother inside you." "I want you," I screamed, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "I want you inside me, Richard! Now!"

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

“With what, Ladybird?” “Swingers in the bathroom?” “I’m sorry, what?” he followed her gaze, and the woman named Paris wiggled her fingers in a hello at him. “What do you mean?” “They are swingers. She asked if we, as a committed couple, ever swing. It seems the people they are traveling with are their usual swinging partners are back at their room fighting, I think. I lost part of what she was saying as I panicked.” He leaned forward and met her eyes, “tell me you said no.”

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio