Maybe 10, 15 mens tops. Possible 20. Could be... 30. No more than 40. Absolute limit 50, no more. Unless we get 60 want to play. Doubt if there'd be m...re than 70, 75..." his voice kind of drifted away.Tess went white. Then a sort of rosé, and finally a deep, dark burgundy. "I'll do it."I goggled and gulped. "Tess, old gal, are you sure? You know I worship every educated bone in your body, but it's been a few decades since you..." I let the finish unspoken. She knew what I meant."Roderick, don't. He pushed my panty aside and removed the toy.He brought his face down and started licking my vagina. He spread my vagina and ran his tongue through the spread area. He started kissing and sucking my vagina, vigorously with noise. I was nearing orgasm and made a sound resembling ‘hmm’. As soon as I made the sound, this tall dark guy jumped in. He looked at me and the old man in awe and said something which translates to “ it’s been a while, thank god “.The old man got up and I closed down my. Although not as wild as Rio or even New Orleans, in the right areas of town during the first ten years there was plenty of naughty stuff to do. Jeena and I moved to Houston in 1988 and continued the swinging activities we started in the Midwest. We wanted to go to Galveston for Mardi Gras but it was always too cold in February for what we had in mind. Then came 1991 and the warmest winter in years. We and two couples we played with decided to go for the first weekend so our wives could show. Fortunately, the ceremony was short and sweet. I think the JP was in a hurry to get back to the golf course. We exchanged rings and kissed, and then we were Mrs. and Mrs. Michael Carter Woods.We held the reception right there on the patio. After we'd greeted all the guests and the photographer had his turn with us, I pulled Rebecca aside. I was curious about the guest list."Sweetheart. How did Vincent get invited? You didn't have anything to do with that did you?" I knew she did, but I wanted.