As we ate dinner watching television my wife noticed half a joint in the ashtray. She asked if we smoked it earlier and I said yes. After we cleaned...up and put the dishes in the dishwasher we sat back in our respective seats she asked me if I wanted to fire up the joint. I said sure and lit it for her. She toked on it a couple of times and handed it to me and I puffed on it a bit and we passed it back and forth until it was gone. We were both pretty stoned and she said she wanted to go. I traded her for another girl and she had to fuck the boyfriend. I could make her service my friends, both boys and girls. So when you have your fantasy, what's it that you see?"She said, "I didn't know there were so many choices. I guess I would like to try them all. Both of us are alone this summer so I thought I would ask you to help me out." OK, but first of all you need to understand our relationship. You are not my girlfriend and I'm not your boyfriend. Second, you will have a safe word.. ’ All of the events in my stories at this time are true and only names and perhaps venues/places changed to protect others.Many years ago, around 30 or so, I had an ‘English girlfriend’ who for a short time lived in the Greater Glasgow area. She was dark haired, spoke with a London accent and had a fantastic body; her tits were magnificent, full and great pointed nipples and areola which was dark and large along with the hairiest yet trimmed magnificent vagina. She was quite simply a. Her hands fumbled to undo the backs. Adam put his hand out in front of her and she gingerly dropped the two hoops in his hands. He put them in is pocket. Adam waits for the tension to rise before looking back at Neil. He nods.Neil releases the belt from her neck. She coughs and rubs her neck. He quickly gets out of the car and pulls the driver’s door wide open. “Get out!” he barks. As soon as her head is past the frame he grabs a fistful of hair and drags her to the hood of the car. Neil slams.