I unlocked the door, I knew Mommy was at work, and finally alone with my daughter. I shut the door behind us and locked it. I took her by the hand and...guided her to the stairs, and as she climbed them I was entranced watching her ass swaying under the thin black material. As she reached the top of the stairs, she started to turn left to go to her room. “No, not today, get in here”, and I guided her into mine and mom’s room. I through back the covers, this the same bed I fucked her mother in all. Paul stated "It's okay, I got underwear on." I couldn't believe I was watching this, but at the same time I was excited by it. On one hand, I should be bursting in asking what were they up to. On the other hand, I was turned on already. Paul undid his buttons and slipped his jeans off. Karen said she would get some baby oil and told him to roll onto his stomach. She returned with the oil, and because of how they were positioned they would never see me. So, I watched on. Karen moved him into. A few seconds later he asked me in, the house had a bizarre smell, he was smoking… that was the first time I smelled weed… He was rather small in frame, skinny and huffing and puffing away, he handed me a medium bottle of rum which I started gulping down right away. Now the smell of smoke and the drink mix together really got me wild up, I remember giggling to nothing, that’s when he moved close to where I was sitting and pulled down his shorts, for a short skinny dude his dick was hanging. As we can know people’s desire and urges, sometimes reading someone’s story reminds how sex can be great and mind blowing & backs us to our wild memories, life is still lots of surprise and wild.I work for a MNC in Bangalore, many times my friends say they had fucked couples but I never trusted them as how can a man permit her wife to be fucked by some other guy. But somewhere in my mind I keep on hoping to get a wild couple and fulfill mine & there fantasies, usually I travel by Volvo buses.