Within months after the wedding, Jim started talking to me in bed about swinging and being with other men and couples. It was usually in a joking tone...but sometimes he sounded serious. He liked to play sex games where he pretended to be someone else. Sometimes he would be the plumber who came to fix a leak in the kitchen but wound up fixing my leaking cunt too. Sometimes he was my doctor who inspected my female parts with his male parts. That was quite a tongue depressor. We both enjoyed these. I got hard again as soon as I saw her do that. When she started pulling me toward her room again, I gave up and went with her. I just hope she knows her friend, Jo Anne Kirkendall well enough that she won’t start screaming when she sees me naked in the same room with her. Hell, my cock was bouncing up and down when I walked and Emily was giggling as she rubbed it and patted it until it was pointing up instead of out.I saw Jo Anne as soon as we entered the room. She was lying naked on the bed. She bent at the waist and with her hands bracing her on the back of Bobby's chair she moved her feet a little farther apart and the cock went in deeper.Marci had Bobby's cock hard by then and she stood up and straddled him with her back to him and then she slid down on his erection. She started to ride him and Jimmy, the bride's father, stepped forward and aimed his cock at Marci's mouth. She smiled at him and then opened her mouth and swallowed the head of his dick.The man fucking her from. The profusion of your nectar pours forth, painting my face and coating my tongue.Your breathing near normal, and chest flush with a light blush, you tell me, "Clay, I want to suck your cock."Changing places on the bed, you kneel between my thighs. You seem to attack my manhood with a hunger, a need. Taking my cock in your hands, you feel my need, the throbbing evident as you examine me. Your eyes meet mine, a slight smile crossing your lips. You lower your face and nuzzle my cock. A darting.