She grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly pulled her to her feet and took her to the doorway where she extended my wife’s arms and secured them ...o hooks attached to the frame of the doorway. My wife was still looking toward the floor. I stood and walked over to the drawer and slid it open. There was a flogger, a Hitachi wand, butt plugs in various sizes and two notebook binders. “I’d suggest beginning with the notebook binders” Connie said, as she finished securing my wife’s wrists. I. An involuntary gasp from deep in my throat escaped as he worked it round in circles using a slight pressure, god he was a master at that and had me panting and squirming at fever pitch! My fingers gripped around his cock like a virgin’s muscles , they squeezed and explored every inch ,cradling his tight ball sack in my hand whilst he performed his magic on the protruding tiny bud. I closed my eyes in sheer bliss and bit my lip at the feel of his soft kisses on my big belly. His hands fondled. Heck, they want to come back for more of what they got at the party, and so do I. Both men said their wives had the hots for you, but they weren’t at all concerned; both have been swingers for a long time I learned at Halloween.”I was surprised that I hadn’t rejected the idea of marriage out of hand. This was the first time since Meghan’s departure that I had a positive reaction to the idea of marrying one of the girls. I must have healed. I guess love does that for you.“Which of the three. “I’ve never had, no one’s ever done that…” he paused again. I felt his crotch and it was stiff and getting stiffer. I moved closer now and whispered in Mark’s ear kissing it softly.“I want to suck your cock Mark.” He groaned against his will.“But, but, you’re actually a guy,” he said gently. I pulled back and stared into his eyes.“Mark, do I look like a guy?” I asked. He grinned sheepishly. And replied.“Well, no. Not really.” I took Mark’s hand and led him into the dimly lit guest.