I kept watching you get excited reading the stories and thought you might want to try living out a fantasy or two. That it might put something new int... our marriage. Maybe a spark of some type.’ ‘So your saying you thought I might want to swap wives, or have group sex, or even be cuckolded?’ ‘I didn’t know what to think Roger, all I knew is whenever you read the erotic stories you got hot. I wanted to share in those feeling, whatever they were.’ ‘Let’s use an example here Marsha, since you. J., Shamus' bartender. She wouldn't evendance with me when I asked her first. That ain't --"Now Cap was frowning. "It certainly isn't. Thanks, Blackie, you'd better getback to work now." Blackie nodded and walked over to where his horse wastethered to another tree.'And so had I,' Cap thought. 'The sooner I get finished with the chores here onthe ranch, the sooner I can ride into town and talk seriously with Bridget.'***Maggie lit a small candle and set it down on the worktable next to. “That right, pet?” Reg asked. “Or more?” “Yes, more.” Connie was biting her lower lip. Reg, I now saw, was stroking a cock that had grown to its full length, the circumcised head protruding obscenely. I was now wholly absorbed into the erotic encounter that had sprung out of my innocent masturbation an hour earlier. If this was what sex meant for this apparently archetypical suburban couple, I wanted to be part of it. My cock was throbbing and I badly needed to get it into Connie,. "Ideas?" I asked innocently. "What ideas?" "Boobs next," she told me when I had finished her back. I got up and she rolled over. By now I was finding the situation very frustrating. For my eyes and my hands it was a feast, but for my poor old dick it was a famine. As I straddled Vanessa from the front, I leant forward more than I really needed to just so that my aching cock would occassionally brush her belly or get tickled by her luxurient pubes. I squirted more sunscreen into the palms of.