LMFirst TimeLeslie MooreShe lived on the fourth floor of our walk-up in lower Manhattan. Ipassed her several times a week in the hall and each time my...heartstopped.She was the angel of my dreams - tall, brunette, and lean. With abeautiful, delicate face, her smiled warmed me every time I saw her.While she rarely talked, except for a generous "Hi, George."I dreamed about her every night as I fell asleep. I would massagemyself thinking about her. I dreamed about holding her in my arms,kissing her. The foolish fellows had unwisely succumbed to his wife's web of seductive intrigue guided by the leadership of their shafts of immediate pleasure and complete lack of logical consideration.Admittedly, I was in somewhat of the same line of thinking when I stood above the beautiful Mrs. X and peered down her down at perfectly shaped artillery rounds with nipples to die for quivering in innocent repose just below her low cut bodice. At that moment, all I wanted to do was to pull them out into the. I then sat down next to my wife on the couch. Sylvia had moved over to join Tom on the love seat.All four of us now watched the porno, and as my cock got harder and harder I knew the moment had come when we would see if we would be swingers with Tom and Sylvia! I started massaging my wife’s shoulders, back, and after a minute her breasts. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tom and Sylvia looking at us.As the porno continued, I began unbuttoning my wife’s blouse, rubbing my hands over her bra,. “That’s it Abbie, rub your clit, you know what that is?” She nodded with a slight whimper. “Good! Because here we go.” I pushed in what I had already pulled out plus maybe an inch and again luxuriated in that divine unfolding of her tightness. I know to her I was hard and rough and much too fast, but in my mind I was moving at a snail’s pace and I wanted to finish the job with a single thrust! Either way, minutes later I was pounding into her pussy as the first man to enter her most personal.