I had no idea how I could bring something like that up with him.I had another sip of my drink and asked, “I can see how what you’re saying might h...ve some validity, Martha, but how could I even begin to bring something like this up to Brad?”Martha smiled and said, “Well, I’ve never been involved in trying to convince a husband to join a swinger’s group, but I do have some ideas. Maybe you can wait until the next time you two are having oral sex, and when you sense that he is only moments from. The excitement is beginning to radiate from my body, I can hardly hold still. Like my pussy knows his dick is only inches away. One hand splayed across my lower back, he starts teasing my cunt with the tip of his cock. I hum in approval as his warm flesh slips over my own. “Fuck, you’re already wet, Chanel," he states, circling my opening. “Mmhmm,” I reply in agreement. His body leans forward and I hear him close to my ear. “You’re wet for me?” he asks. I nod my head, the side of my face. ” I didn’t answer and backed away from the wall, bumping the opposite wall. He giggled and calmly ordered me, “come here bitch.” Then slide his limp nine inch cock through the hole. I swallowed and slowly crawled towards it. This was what I wanted and I didn’t even hesitate. I was as though I was possessed.Grasping the shaft I stocked it sucking on my lips to get more saliva in my mouth. Then licked the head and took it into my mouth. He moaned softly from the other side. It tasted so good, I. ”Soon we were at the dining table, waiting for the dinner. Repeated flashes of Mrs. Sophie’s tits and ass kept surfacing in my mind. It gave me a hard-on. My dick was fighting with my pants for a passage out of it into the cool air. It had become hard even to sit down on the chair and so I feigned to be unwell and requested mom to send the dinner to my room. She agreed and soon I was lying on my bed, thinking about Mrs. Sophie and her body (and even her pussy, which I had just felt and couldn’t.