“Ohh, John, it was beautiful. So, how’s your day? Do you still have a bad day? I’m playing.

“I’m having a wonderful day,” whispers gently, a soft breath that colors your voice.

“Wait until you see what kind of night you have!” I’ll give myself a little, kissing again.

“Oh oh,” smile in response.

“Oh, my God!” I sigh. “I forgot. I brought home some work I need to read before tomorrow. Because I don’t clean this dinner stuff and start working. You could relax, read the paper, take a shower or something. Sorry, love, it’s just a few hours of reading. I’ll make you forgive later if you’re patient.” Breathe in, but smile when you pick up the nasty spark in my eyes. “Nice is not over yet,” think about yourself.

Linda and I didn’t see the time for the party. We were already there, so we had a good idea what to expect. They held a dance every other week, and many of the couples would get a room at the motel for a bit of playing time after the dance. The last time we went, we were invited to a room, but this time we would have our room.

“This guy and his wife love the key parties,” Emily said. “The boys throw the keys in a pile and the women pull out a set and go home with the guy who belongs to the keys. "

“What? They don’t really do that, do they? I was curious, stimulated, really. I read and dreamed of these things, but I never thought they were true. I thought people were just telling stories; desirable thought, I would say. My wife, just 28 years old, made me meet one of these “key” people. Apparently, when I talked about these things with Emily, I made an impression, and because Emily has a sexy pussy, I guess she herself was blinded by thoughts, especially, knowing that I could give her approval to fuck other men.

Our car was in the garage for repair and did not have a ’loaner’ reserve, so my wife, Angel, (which is a beautiful, petite 26 years) and I had to travel in town on the commuter train. We complain that the train is full enough and must stand. We didn’t know how well we were where, at the next station there were dozens of extra people and where we packed as sardines.

Oh, man! His mouth feels good on my dick! She’s going on like this and she’s gonna have a real mouth. All right, though, she loves swallowing. Can’t you ever have enough dick and who am I to deny it? I’m telling you what I’m typing and it’s really excited; The more I type, the more it sucks.

Before you tell me what he did, let me tell you about us. My girl Kathy sucks my dick. She’s 42, but she doesn’t look like a day over 30. It’s a natural redhead, but I couldn’t prove it, since it shaves completely. She is in great shape, and she has a smile to die. My name is Frank; I also have 42 years, training three days a week, and I do not want to brag but I am quite hung; 8 inches to be exact. I met Kathy through a common friend almost a year ago and moved with her about a month ago.