“Gerry told us that you guys had done some swinging so we were hoping to meet you guys.” Greg went on to tell me that he and Tiffany were thinking...about trying it and the party would be a good jumping off point. Greg and I chatted about swinging while kissing and letting our hands roam. Greg was rubbing my tits and squeezing my nipples. I stopped him for a moment and then stood up. The confusion on Greg’s face was obvious. I slipped my hands under my skirt and slid my thong off. As I sat back. As soon as I felt the bare skin in my hand, realized that I was as hard as a rock, and became aware that I was drooling precum so much that my underwear was getting very sticky. As I began to slowly stroke his cock, I slowly turned to look at it. It was jet black. He was uncut and the foreskin hung well past the huge head. He was only about half hard, and it was already twice the length of mine, and so thick I couldn't squeeze it hard enough to touch my fingers together. His nuts hung down in a. You held the tip of my cock in your mouth until my spurts subsided and stopped, then licked my cum from your hands, licked your lips, then looked at me and smiled happily. You looked so loving, so sweet, so beautiful, that my heart swelled anew with my love for you.I grasped your arms and lifted and pulled you up over my body until you were lying on top of me with my arms around you, your eyes nearly even with mine. I kissed you lightly, caressing your lips with my tongue, then passionately,. Another factor was that I agreed with her that going all the way with this slave stuff would probably make for a better experience for both of us once we did have sex. A third factor is that if I did use the safe word, then I would probably never experience that same feeling as 4 weeks ago. I absolutely had to try to re-create that feeling. In a way, I felt enslaved by that feeling but it was okay because my wife was right here with me and I know she loves me as I love her. Was she doing this.