I laughed, saying I'd met a few since I joined. Mark was about six foot and little overweight., the sort of guy no woman would really look at twice. H...s salt and pepper hair was a mess under his hat. He ordered a beer and a plate of wings and we began our lunch. Mark said he was forty-eight and divorced and I told him more about last night's party and how much fun I'd had. He asked if my husband knew I was with him. I said not and that I didn't want him to find out. I explained the swing rules. As Christina moved behind Sam, I could see that Sam was trembling. Christina put her hand on Sam’s lower back and said. “Sam. Relax. I am going to put a small butt plug in your ass and fuck you a couple times with my dick. Nothing too difficult. Just relax and enjoy the sensations. Once you get used to it, you’ll love having something in your ass… including John’s dick.” She looked at me and grinned. Then she did the same thing to Sam that she had done to the other two. Sam didn’t say a word. She asked me how I wanted to see him take her bent over or on her back? I said the first time, missionary, wanted to see her spread her legs for him. She said to wait a few minutes for her to get undressed and use some "ky" to get lubed up and then come into the bedroom.I told him while we waited how much I wanted to watch him fuck her and he said, no more than he wanted too and hoped he didn't disappoint her by cumming to quick and I told him not to worry about that, she liked it fast to get. She bounced off to yet another interest, gathering Vicki and Rachel along with her. I watched them, had a little pang of regret that I didn't provide anything like this when Cindy was their age. Still, I see Cindy now, standing over there with her arm halfway around her own husband, her hand in his back pocket. I don't know how one path would have led to another and finally to this."Forward," Bill tells me when I start getting morose over my history. He's done it a lot of times. I explained to.