We met in Sunday school but I was five years older than she. My wife is a pretty ginger haired girl whose sweet nature I could not help but fall in lo...e with. I didn't date a lot. I screwed a number of women, two of them were wives. They flirted with me and I was an easy fuck for them.My wife's friendship grew stronger every time we met. By age 16 and me 22 we had something special. Just by change one day after church we went outside after the service and without saying anything we kissed. From. She rode me as hard as she could and when I said I was cumming she pushed down on me so that my cum would enter her as deep as it could. She shuddered with an orgasm and laid on top of me until my cock slipped out. A few days later I got an email saying that she had fucked her partner as soon as he had gotten in so that there was still a chance of some of my cum being inside her when his cock pushed in. I didn’t minbd being used for revenge but I didn’t think it was healthy for her which I told. .. hhhaaaarrrrr... eeeeeeee... eeeee...” Xena had begun to squeal ecstatically. There was more laughter, more clapping. But Xena didn’t care any more. She was lost in a tide of rising lust. She was over the brink. Flooding, flooding down. Lost... lost... totally lost. She cried out again and again... squirming uncontrollably... as she spent herself again and again. And again ... “What an exhibition,” said Venetia derisively. A few moments later, the slave erupted into Xena... his job well done.. I hung up with them and walked into the restaurant.The waiter took me to the table where Jeff was sitting. He stood up as he helped me into my seat. We chatted until John and Jodie, shown up. Dinner came for us to eat. As we sat talking about life, a slow song being played; John asked me to dance. We walked to the dance floor and snuggled tightly. John kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, that Jeff was hoping to get lucky tonight. When I looked over to the table, Jodie and Jeff were.