With a smile on her face, she sat down and kissed him on the forehead. The sensation of her lips against his skin made it feel like the water around h...m was as warm as home-cooked stew. ‘Good morning,’ she said as she moved his head onto her lap. ‘Serenity…’ he murmured, unable to believe she was real. ‘I’m glad to see that you are alright, though you should not be out here. You should be in bed, resting. Your muscles are still far from having fully recovered and you need to take it easy if you. Before I knew what was happening there were three women surround me and one was behind me and grinding her pussy against my ass cheeks while another held my cock as the two of them stood on either side with their pussies rubbing my hips and they traded places with my cock and my nipples. I finally decided that this wasn't a wet dream and it was really happening. I decided to throw caution to the wind and began sucking one of the tits in front of me. The lady behind me was. She did not want us having sex in our home town with anybody we knew. We would only swing together, in the same room. She did not want to swing with any blacks. My wife was from the deep south and was raised in a very closed minded home, when it came to race. When we were looking at some swinger’s ads I made a joke about her seeing a well hung black man she got very upset and refused to look at more adds or talk about it for days. I did not bring the subject back up after that.For our first. She lived with her Mom at the time, who had apparently gone out of town for a few days. I had never been in her house, or really anywhere besides school and the coffee shop with this girl, and didn't know what to expect. We stepped inside and I followed her to her room upstairs. She made a big fuss of making a pot of tea, picking out records and turning on the radio, getting all her french notes organized, making small talk about music and movies and bullshit. ...And then I don't know what.