”“May I speak with him again?” She handed David the phone.He finished the conversation and made another call. When he finished that one, she ask...d, “And just why did you give Metzger that cock-and-bull story about needing my permission?”“I do need your permission -- need your permission to do anything. I’m terribly henpecked.” A henpecked David was a laughable proposition. “Well, why should I do a favor for a DS? I’ll never need a favor in return. You, on the other hand, will be up for. We placed an an ad there.MF twosome in their mid 30's seek same or older to explore the swinging lifestyle. Adventuresome, willing to travel, willing to try new ways of expressing affection. We are both bi-curious.An even dozen replies came in the mail, about half of which we classified as possibles.After a few exchanges of letters and numerous phone conversations, we narrowed it down to two couples, then one.Marv and Winnie Burton were intelligent people in their mid 50's. They lived in. But if you were jealous, the experiment failed. And the same goes for me, all of it, if you go out and have a great time with some stud.” “So we can do it, but we can’t tell each other about it? I don’t like that.” “Well, I think that only applies to people we both know or might meet, don’t you? Not to classmates at our different schools next year. We can tell each other everything about that!” We grinned at each other. I summed it up. “We’re both going to try to date and have sex with other. Now I wasn't completely ignorant back then. So I knew he would eventually be shooting cum. It just never occurred to me that he would cum in my mouth...at least not until his thrusting got more frantic. Then just as I realized the problem he gave one big thrust and held my head as he stopped moving.The feel of that first shot hitting the back of my throat almost started me cumming. It hit hard and the second shot hit even harder. There was no thought about spitting anything out, I just.