We had a great dinner during which he asked where my husband was, mentioning him by name. I asked how he knew him. Apparently, they met at a few parti...s back when my man was with his former wife. Trevor never had a date at those times so he couldn't play with them because my guy said they only played with full swap couples. Technically, we have the same rule.Trevor went on to say he tried to meet my guy’s ex-wife — and then me. He said he loved my pictures, he’d seen me at lifestyle events, and. I was lost in a hypnotic reverie, all fragrance and erotic ache. Icould smell him above any of the others, as if my olfactory senseswere starved, waiting to be fed by his male odours. But now I alsocaught a faint whiff of her. I allowed myself to imagine it was herhandsome feet I smelled until I was engulfed in a sweet, intoxicatingdaydream of shameful imagery. Still, she looked down at me and I wasstill unable to break her stare. Her eyes were striking orientalslashes, immaculately painted. I. "That's the way, Matty. Treat her like the whore and slut she is."He turned to the rest of the group. "That goes for everyone. Maria is a huge whore and slut and is simply available for everyone's pleasure. Some of you are being a bit gentle with her and treating her as Maria P@&#o, because you know her as a former work colleague. But she isn't Maria P@&#o, she is titsMaria, a fuck doll, a fuck toy, to be played with and use as you see fit. Her body is merely a collection of parts like her. I’m so close. So close. I shudder as I crest my peak. No matter how I try, the orgasmic feel is indescribable. Wave upon wave breaks as he alternately rubs, taps, jiggles my clit. I drive my hips against him harder, forcing his cock perpendicular. I sigh as I feel it along my cleft. ‘Please,’ I beg. I angle my upper body forward, my leg high over his hip, my hand guiding him into me. I feel his tip at my entrance. He pulses, both to tease me and to allow my moisture to glide over him. With.