Jim kissed me softly once then again and then the third time. I felt excitement running in my body. I waited for another kiss but it never came. I ope...ed my eyes and Jim was smiling at me. I smiled into his eyes and pressed my lips to his. Jim was an excellent kisser a quality I adore in men. I felt his tongue exploring my lips and willingly opened my lips our tongues met and sparks flew. I knew he was the ONE.We stepped back on our chairs and Jim asked can we go to your backyard? I giggled and. My wife, however, only started really expressing and exploring her darkest desires after we met. She's never been a "prude" so to speak, but in her mind things like swingers parties and orgies were things you only fantasized about and never actually experienced.I gradually got her to express her self and we started slowly together into the lifestyle, and it's been an amazing time with so much more in our future. This story, however, focuses on one particular "first" for us: my wife's first time. I could have sworn she was already ready for round two of the day the way her nipples were already taught with desire, I knew I was as my phallus grew thicker and fuller, since there was no telling when I’d have such freedoms with Sandra once Marie got back. We ate breakfast silently except for an occasional moan of wanton desires. By the time I finished off my plate I had another hard on that had a need to be drained and set her on the table only to find out she had not worn. We may have stumbled across a branch of the main hive. Remember Kaz, hold your fire until I give the order, we don’t want to throw rocks at the wasp’s nest.” She didn’t respond, and so he snapped his fingers at her, getting her attention. “Kaz, get your head in the game.”She nodded, lowering her weapon.“You don’t smell it, Walker, it’s like they’re still here.”“Come, let’s keep moving.”They spent another day walking, coming across nothing of note, and that night they slept in shifts to keep.