As Rosie and I now had sex with other men at various times at work, thought it a good idea to have another male or two spend the night at our place, j...st for us to have a full night of sex with another man so that we could appreciate each other even more. There was one couple in the bar that we got on very well with, drinking and talking, and found out that they quite often swapped partners. So one night, we asked if they would like to come to our place for dinner, and stay if they wanted to.. So I stopped talking to him completely. My career was at its peak and nothing was stopping me, least of all Jack's 16th century chauvinism.The last straw came after a long day with a bimbo secretary, pissed-off clients and the boss who just could not keep his eyeballs out of my cleavage. All I wanted was to get undressed and hit the bed when Jack launched into another one of his lectures. I shoved him towards the bed, "You know what Jack, I'm sick of you and your shit. You sound better with. GODDDD!”He words were choked away as the strength of the orgasm she had largely given herself, robbed her of the power of speech. Her deep blue eyes closed tightly then sprang alarmingly wide open as she came silently but violently above me.With all this happening, I could not control myself any longer and with a moan so loud it surprised even me, I surrendered myself to one of the most powerful and intense orgasms I had ever enjoyed. My throat seized up and my chest went so tight that I was. It was only right on the last summer visit at ten, we would let the old man touch us, as we stripped naked and splashed before going to him and taking matters into our small hands and drinking his cock nectar on a daily ritual, his warm semen was the cement that bonded our love and friendship as we entered our teenage years, hymen free and sexually wiser, it was inevitable the we both would fall pregnant with the amount of sex we indulged in and both bear a male c***d by eighteen, her son, six.