Glancing behind me, I was dismayed to see that the queue of guys waiting to take their turn with me had grown. I cursed my boyfriend Eddie and my own ...oolishness for agreeing to join a private swingers club. What I hadn’t known at he time was that as a newbie, I had to take a turn as the club’s “bike”, which involved my going bottomless and dr****g myself over the arm of a special sofa so that any single guy without a partner – and a few with partners – could fuck me whenever and as often as. That if I could calculate the odds on something, precisely, that I could then accurately understand the situation and what the facts likely were, but they each mercifully resisted any urge to blurt out the details ... that I was apparently quite as special in my own manner as those heroines were.Eventually, it all started to make some sort of organic sense in my head and I could then offer up some fairly likely conclusions and suggestions. Having another assistant providing me with a brace of. He laughed , I returned back a d said am io a spy missi9n. N9 he said 8 just know how little they must see the father so go hit some with them. The girls lesson went great that day and the mother kinda Spall ed out the cabana chairs talking to people all over. I did notice a pair of perfect fake tits and when she move 8 her Capri k saw mY all time want . Camel toe . An what a Guage I thought could I lick on that all day . At the end 9f lesson she asked to hit with me 9n Tuesay her husband had a. So I put on my sexy lingerie, my lepodprint baby doll, because he was certainly in for a wild ride tonight. Next there was a knock on the door, so I rushed down the stairs but then took a moment to compose myself and brush my hair out of my face before answering the door. A smile was all that was needed as he looked me up and down. My dressing gown gaping open to reveal my saucy outfit. He pounced through the door grabbing me and flinging me against the wall as he started ravishing my neck.