“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.

Mom went shopping with her friends and Dad was at work, so I went to her bed room, like I did before when she went for a while. I pulled out her sexy underwear, socks and her tallest heels, about 5 inches. I undressed and put his things and laid in front of his mirror when Mom attacked me.

“Dear, why you wear my stuff,” she asked. I jumped and said “because they’re so beautiful and you look so sexy in them. And because I wanted to wear something you wore”

Although I was looking forward to having friends on this particular evening I had to admit that dinner went well. My ribs were slightly painful by Steve’s laugh, telling us how he was trying to get into his high school football uniform and split the open contour. Suggest that we could be more comfortable in the living room so we filled all our wine glasses and we moved to the living room. Dimly lit and soft music play the furniture filled quickly so I sat in your lap. Brian (who is never without a story) begins to tell us the problem he was having in chemistry in college and required tutoring. He told us that the only thing he learned from his tutor was the right way to fuck and we all laughed. This naturally leads to trade our erotic school stories.