The first two couples we met had women I was attracted to, but the man did nothing for Jean. We also happened to find a couple of women that I got to...play with while Jean watched and joined in with. It was very arousing watching her pleasure a woman, but she experienced a little jealousy after the fun was over and we didn't keep any women partners. I was also very anxious to watch her with a man, it was a major turn on for me, but we just couldn't find a couple where both man and wife were. Polish. All of them were sporting hardons under their overalls. “No money,” I repeated. Then I walked up to Mr. Polish and started to stroke his cock under his overalls. He never moved. I started to pull on his cock and then circle my hands around it. Then I undid the few buttons at the front in the region of his crotch and reached in. I pulled his pants to one side and I just melted. In my hands was one gorgeous cock. Thick. Hard. Meaty, it felt fucking gorgeous. I looked around at the other. Ed was actually becoming a successful rock band manager in his own right, catching onto the buzz around David Bowie, finding that having a partner who was open to sexual experimentation was an extremely useful asset, and not being averse to jerking off the odd stoned rock star himself, as it transpired. After my first visits to Margaret I'd given in to my own urges and allowed bisexual activity into our party lifestyle, but still pretended that the New Year's Eve incident was my moment of. Firstly, her midriff rose up to meet my down thrust withthe same passion and needful desire. Next, one of her hands graspedher left naked bosom and enjoyed the softness, as well as the hardpeak, beneath her palm. The other hand grasped her own leg, rightbehind the knee, helping me keep her legs spread wide and far back.“God, I’m cumming!”The sweat was dripping down my spine as I noticed her own perspirationbeading upon her smooth skin. The sight of her passion-filled.