The bastard pulled me by my hair again fo(r)cing my head to his dick.What did you do?I opened my mouth and cleaned off his cock off. Tasting his cum a...d my pussy cum.Really?Yes. Believe it or not it tasted good. Wow sounds like you had a rough night.That's not the end of it.Really?My br(o)thers cock got hard in my mouth.Your br(o)ther?Oh sorry yes it's umm my br(o)ther fucking my brains out.Holy shit that's makes it even hotter. Fa(m)ily fun. You know it safe. I was hoping it wasn't some. But we still do it, and there is lot’s of it. We have read Open Marriage and talked about some of the possibilities of bringing another person into our sex life. I wonder a lot about what it would be like to fuck someone other than my Wife, even though it obviously is just a mental exercise, as she would never in a million years let me fuck anybody else. I do have detailed, elaborate little affairs of the imagination, involving fucking some of the women I see or know, or imagine. These. As my eyes adjusted I could see people dancing, others surrounding the bar, and many more at tables and booths. I could smell that sweet fragrance of weed in the air, and saw people sharing joints and pipes. There were guys with guys and girls with girls and a mixture of all the above. And there was more shemales than I'd ever seen at one place before. Someone from the club was talking to Linda and then he led us all upstairs to a section where there were sofa's and couches overlooking the. We headed out into the living room and Debbi lit a cigarette while we sat there waiting for Paul to enter the house. What a pair we must have made! Debbi had a flushed look because of the arousal and we were both dressed like women on the prowl. Debbi was wearing a black leather mini, dark hose, 3inch heels and a sheer silk blouse. She was sitting there with her legs crossed, heavily made up, a cigarette between her bright red lips. I was in a short skirt, tight top (made to show my "tits".