“Mornin’, lover.” The words are spoken into my mouth and your tongue follows them with abandon. For a moment – the briefest of moments – my ...ind recalls a line that I’d read somewhere (“I wasn’t kissing her. I was whispering in her mouth.”). Then all conscious thought is gone, replaced by your overwhelming warmth and passion. Our tongues dart and mingle like newborn pups and I taste my scent on your lips. You moan as my fingers dig into your shoulder muscles before gliding down your spine to. It was for employees only. It was a Saturday afternoon and I was doing my normal chores like cleaning the pool and cutting grass. My wife was inside getting ready. I came out of the garden shead after putting up the mower and she was on the deck. She called to me and said she was about to go. I went to kiss her bye , as I walked up the steps she had moved right at the top of the steps , she was standing with her legs slightly apart and she was wearing a mid thigh length skirt. Her legs where. After a few minutes of me moaning and sucking her dildo, she untied me and made come into doggy position. I was blindfolded and she spits on my ass and pushed the dildo into my asshole. I shouted” ah…Riya what are you doing” she replied “Fucking you for your mistakes slut”. I was shocked to hear that but she already started fucking me and I was in no mood to stop her. she kept fucking me and made me scream calling me a slut occasionally for 15 minutes and then finally stopped. I was exhausted. They began an easy lope down the road, south into the bright morning sun.“I see you found our tapes,” commented Ronnie.“Huh?” said Sue, a guilty look on her face. Did Ronnie know she had fucked Frank last night?“The tapes, I saw one of our tapes in the VCR in the den. I guess that’s a surprise, huh?”“Jesus, Ronnie, what is with you two? What are you, secret swingers or something? How long have you been doing this? How come you never told me?” asked Sue.“Shit, it must be twenty years now. You.