We walked hand in hand and talk just naturally progressed to the night before and the way whilst having sex the dirty talk had been about seeing each ...ther with somebody else and what we would do.“Shall we do it? If we are going to do it for real I want to do it before I get too old and flabby” was all she said.I readily agreed but then came the difficult problem of how do we start? How actually do you get into swinging? What is the etiquette, just how do you go about meeting other people for. 'If we did, please have used a condom,' I silently prayed. I moved my arm and he stirred beside me. “Hi,” he whispered. “Are you ok?”“Did we have sex?” I asked, bluntly.“No,” He replied, sounding pissed off. “No blowjob, no sex, no nothing. You passed out so I put the covers over you.”"Oh, thank fuck," I silently cheered. I actually felt fine now I’d thrown up and had a quick sleep. The fact that I was still probably still drunk explained the lack of hangover.“I’m sorry,” I whispered back. “We. He didn’t seem angry, just sad. So painfully sad he was calm, was logical, just thinking out loud and not even trying to hurt her. ‘I’ll hate myself for stifling you,’ David said. ‘And you’ll hate yourself for hurting me, and in the end it will all be too much. You’ll go because I won’t.’ ‘No,’ Ashley said. ‘You will because that way it hurts us both less, in the end. Not because you want to.’ ‘I promise…’ Ashley said, then stopped. She didn’t know what she was promising. ‘I promise I’ll try as. In a few minutes, you'll be bouncing your ass on my cock, one way or another. This is as easy as it gets.?She whimpered and shifted a little, clearly wanting to obey, but the pain was too much and she halted again. I feigned anger at her refusal, but deep down, I was delighted. I'd been waiting for a good excuse to try my new toy out.There was a small unobtrusive button on side of the dildo, near the base. I stroked it a few times, savoring what was about to happen, then giggled and pressed.