“Too big,” she answered shaking her bottom to push me away, but I could sense that there was little conviction in her voice.“Do you allow him to...fuck your arse?”“No.”“Has anyone?” I asked, caught up in the moment, savouring the anxiety.“No.”“And me?” I asked, placing my engorged tip against her closed orifice, letting a mouthful of spit slide down my tongue, and drip onto the fleshy crevice of her behind, “do you think your husband would approve?”“No, he wouldn’t.”“Are you sure? Don’t you think. .. lady like. I sighed as I turned my hips, the bulky dress swinging with me. I felt like I wore a bell about my waist.“You do look great,” a high-pitched voice announced.I jumped and whirled, my heart racing.Minx lounged against the wall. She had slipped in from the balcony without me even noticing, wearing her tight, leather britches and a band of brown cloth about her small, round breasts. Her bright-sapphire eyes slid up and down my body. Then she walked to me on silent feet.“So I just hide. She enjoyed having sex without the guilt, the shame, and the remorse. She enjoyed having sex without the normal complications that seemingly always came with the give and take of a relationship and that always ruined a good thing too soon. With more married couples not having sex than there are married couples that do have sex, swingers always have sex. With a multitude of partners to choose from, there aren’t very many sexually frustrated swingers. With more married couples lying to and. Great attitude on that girl for sure. The first night at my place she walked in like she owned it. I was kicking off my shoes and she was already in the frig grabbing a couple beers for us. She jumped on the couch with me and snuggled up under my arm with confidence. She kissed my cheek and started licking and kissing my ear just enough to make me squirm. At the same time she reached down to unlace and take off her shoes and cute little white socks. I watched her toes wiggle while she.