"Ok," I agreed and giggled again.I rushed to find the things he had mentioned and I was just finishing buttoning up my blouse when he beeped his horn....Hi, babe," he said and leaned over and kissed my exposed neck.His mouth found mine and we kissed lustfully."Give me your knickers," he whispered.My knickers were like a touchstone to me, to surrender them to him meant he was in control of my body for as long as he held them. I reached under my skirt and wriggled them down my thighs and off and. I leaned in and kissed the bruise gently, hearing the kid whimper at the touch of my lips. I grinned at his distress. I remained fully dressed in my Armani, but I loosened my tie and undid the top couple of shirt buttons as I walked around the hanging boy, admiring his young body, lean and tan, nicely muscled with regular exercise. Stopping at a work table by the back wall, I pulled on a pair of black leather driving gloves. I clipped and lit a cigar, a fat Jeroboam, sucking in the flavorful. We met another couple that was slightly younger than us but similar in looks and attitude. They were more experienced which helped. We hung out with them and by the end of the night we were in a full swap situation. What was interesting is how we didn’t feel the jealousy we thought we would. Instead, we were both turned on watching our partner fuck another person.During the night, I was able to split roast my wife and the other girl with her hubby. Also, at one point I was getting my cock. I think I was in shock as I clicked on "down-load", which took several minutes, then "save". Before I opened the movie-file, I went and poured myself a stiff drink. I clicked "play" and the nightmare began.This wasn't one of those slick, badly-acted, back-street Hollywood productions. This was thirty minutes of straight fucking, filmed entirely in video-tape, with no music track. With a view of the New York City skyline occasionally showing through the large open windows of an apartment, or.