Michelle and I lost and, as a penalty, we were required to screw each other on the dining room table. Once again I retired with her to my bedroom that...night while Steph and Mark took up residence in the guestroom.The next morning we had another discussion. This one had more honesty attached to it. We all admitted that we liked the spouse-swapping activities as a means of variety. We agreed that, as long as all parties were in agreement, we would continue to do them on the nights of. “Honestly” I said, “It’s been really, really boring”. “Ha! She said, Fuck, I always have boring days”. After about half an hour of standing in the kitchen and talking we went back to her room and sat on the bed. “So” she said, “I have some interesting news to tell you”. “Oh cool”, I said, “I love interesting news”. She started “Well, okay so this is really weird and everything but I…I…I kind of had sex with…” “Go on, tell, tell” I said, “Who is he?” She blushed and looked down. I poured some in my hand, made a bit of lather, and proceeded to soap her body thoroughly. I was careful not to put too much pressure on her pert breasts or her clearly engorged clit. I could tell she was enjoying the attention.I took my time because I wanted her first time to be perfect. I had to pay close attention and not mess things up. I’d developed decent self-control since my first time, when I had shot off instantly, just like her lone attempt. I also apparently wasn’t as big as he was.. The night is cold and dark, my cape and tights not providing any warmth against the slicing wind.I sniff the air. There was evil out there, I could sense it.As I sneak down the shadowy road, I see a young couple walking along the path, towards my direction. I align myself flat against the wall, trying to make myself as invisible as possible. As they walk closer and closer to me, I hold my breath.They must have had super-hearing or something, because as they walked passed me they gave me a.