Obviously, a lot of sameness and staleness had set in. There was also the fact that we had lost our virginities to each other, so we had never been wi...h anyone else.Like most men, I started flirting with the idea of experimentation. Threesomes, foursomes, wife swapping, were all things I read about online.For years I had fantasized about sharing my wife with someone else. And sleeping with other women. But for years, I kept my fantasies and thoughts to myself.I finally decided to broach the. Patrick closes his eyes, Michelle is sitting on Carol’s desk with her legs spread wide, he kneels before her and looks at her inner labia, remembering how the lips flared out and lay over her outer labia as he ate her. They turned dark pink when he sucked on them. The memory of the contrasting colors of his caramel skin against her pale white thighs as he sucked her dark pink lips brought a smile to his face. He could still see the cute little wrinkles and creases in the tiny folds of skin that. He just popped onto the photos section for a little look before he went to clean up. That’s when it happened. He opened up a gallery of one particularly large white cock, long 7 or 8 inches by the looks of it, veiny, a bulbous head and a thick shaft, scrolling down to check the comments he thought he would throw his own in for fun “mmmm looks so tasty sir”…just for fun. Simple as that.It had been two days since that comment, all but forgotten in his head, he had been busy on assignments for uni. “I could make a fortune selling that much sex appeal.”I found the switching rapidly from one woman to another, a kiss and a few caresses then shifting immediately to the other, a bit disconcerting. While it maintained a constant state of enthusiasm, it provided just enough of a disruption to keep me on an even keel, especially because I had to measure each girl’s emotional response as I went along. I couldn’t let myself simply get swept away with the novel experiences I was having. I couldn’t.