I could feel him getting larger and harder if that was possible. ‘Fuck…I am cumming,’ he groans. I take him as deep as I can in my mouth as he b...ows his load. I swallow most of it but I could feel some of his cum dripping out of the corner of my mouth as I slowly pull my head back. I use my tongue to lap it up and then proceeded to clean his cock off completely. ‘You taste soo good sweetie,’ I comment as I look at him. His eyes are half-closed and I don’t think I have ever seen him look so. I knew what swingers parties were as I’d heard of them but didn’t realise that this is what they were into.On the Saturday I was told by my dad to make sure that I’ve had a shower and that I was clean. My dad drove us to the party. When he rang on the door bell we were greeted by a lady in here forties with just a dressing gown on. We all shock hands and she said that they were pleased I’d made it and they were all looking forward to me joining them. I could hear people talking and laughing in. I knew if I continued with this line of questions, I knew I was bound to conflict with the issue of trust, so I thought it best to avoid that subject. Beside, it was apparent whoever the father was, she hadn't plan to leave me for him. It appeared our marriage was safe. After all, she did say it was "our baby" and that I would be the "daddy". However, on further thinking, I realized she didn't say I was the father. TWO YEARS LATER I came in from work early one day to see my lovely Maria wearing. Performance review time soon rolled around. I really was not looking forward to it. Oh, I was looking forward to the time I got to spend in her office. I would be sitting right across from Helene looking right into her eyes. I could stare and daydream all I wanted to for a time anyway. I was looking forward to that. She did have a reputation as being tough at times, so I was a bit apprehensive. I felt I was a good worker, so I should come out unscathed. Or so I had hoped.When she called my name.