”He just looked at me dumbfounded and said, ”I didn't steal your panties. I don't know what you're talking about.””The little black silky ones...from the hamper last week,” I answered, ”They aren't under your mattress? You didn't sniff them while you played with your little dick?”With a guilty look on his face he kept denying my accusations. Mom walked into the living room and said, ”I didn't think you liked this show.””It's stupid,” I said, ”Who drinks their own pee?””Eww, ”Mom said, ”I can't. "No, I'm not going to let some guy I don't even know fuck me!" I insisted.In the early years of our marriage we had done some swinging with two other couples that were friends of ours. It had been fun but as we started families we gradually drifted apart.For the past several years it had just been Rick and I had been just screwing each other except for that one Superbowl party where I got drunk and the guys all gang-banged me.At least I knew all the guys that fucked me and Rick had talked about. Pound. Pound. Pound. Splash. Splash. Splash.Every push and pull was the cause of a massive splash, disrupting the entire lake. She kept switching her gaze between staring deeply into my eyes and flinging her head back to look at the blue skies and tree leaves above us. Her facial expressions kept changing between pure pleasure and a devilish grin. Every time that grin came up I would pound my cock into her harder to wipe it off and see that mouth open wide and gasp for air again. Every now and. ”“Yeah, right! I broke up with my boyfriend nearly a year ago and guys don’t seem to like me,” she said with a slight sorrowful tone.“I’m surprised you haven’t got a boyfriend, you're so sexy.”“Thanks, but I’m an ugly bitch and guys don’t even want to shag me.”“You’re not an ugly bitch. If I wasn’t married, I’d shag you.”Sandra eyed me with a shocked look on her face. “What?”“Said I’d shag you.”She eyed me with suspicion. “You’d shag me?”“Yes. I’d shag you.”She went quiet and I thought I’d.