What if Tom and Sylvia shunned us? What if we were actually not OK with being swingers? What if seeing our spouse with another person brought feelings...of jealousy? We drank a toast together, and determined that if we were not OK with swinging we would use the code phrase “I’m very cold.” That would tell the other spouse to stop swinging, that one of us was not OK with being a swinger.With that, the doorbell rang and my heart jumped as I realized we were about to try becoming real swingers with. Do you know how that made me feel? They had your panties and your clothes. They took my DNA. Do YOU know how that made me feel? My father had to get me a lawyer. I almost didn’t make it to the game on-time.” I couldn’t speak I didn’t know what to say so I said nothing I was too scared. “Just get the hell away from me and stay away I don’t want to ever see you again you slut,” he said and I bent over and just threw up. I was so ashamed, the whole restaurant was dead silent all listening. She leaned over the gear stick and kissed her tenderly down the neck, making Marie stir. Marie was a petite blonde and Gina was a tall brunette with a slender model physique. Marie opened her eyes and yawned. "We're here already?" she asked. "Yep, and for a whole three days of mischief with no one else around," replied Gina with a mischievous grin. She laughed. "Is that all you can think about?" "Well, when do I get you all to myself? Hardly ever with your parents shoving you to go out with. I went up to the window and immediately noticed that the glass was still dripping with cum. so much cum!!! i also noticed a man in the room, it looked like he was going to bed, nothing special. i must have missed all the action.the next night, same routine, i was walkin through the alley, and decided i wanted to try my luck at the 'special' window. i stopped, and peeked through. the blinds were somewhat closed, but i could still see inside. i also noticed the cum from the night before had.