." Realization dawned on him. "Oh my God," he said, shaking his head strenuously. "That is not what we're saying at all, Jake. Jesus. How could you th...nk something like that?" Something like what?" Helen asked carefully. "I think I missed something." He was thinking that me and Tom and Stan and Cindy are some kind of... of... swingers or something," Mary said with disgust. "I can't believe that would even cross your mind, Jake." You were thinking that?" Helen asked, astonished. "About your. “It’s the safest way,” the man states. “I wish it could be different.”Cynthia peers up at him and smiles. “Are you going to marry me when I’m old enough?”Robert returns the smile in kind. “Of course I will.”Giggling excitedly, she says, “I think I’m all clean.”“I can’t tell with you under all those bubbles.”“Would you like to see more of me then?”He nods. The desire rising in her makes her all giddy. She stands up and out of the tub. Robert’s eyes fix on her. Her toes wiggle against eh bristly. He was tall and stocky, with a beer gut that I found sexy. I answered, not knowing what to expect. "Hi. I'm sorry to bother you so late." He said. "Its ok. Is there something wrong?" "Look, I don't really know how to do this... so I'm just going to be blunt. I know that your gay. My wife and I have seen several different men coming and going at all hours of the night." I was getting very nervous. Where was he going with this? "Most of these men looked to be about my age, which leads me to. ....Fuck Me like a Whore!"The two of them rammed their cocks into my wife as she continued to cum as I had never seen or heard her before, and then the pace got faster and every inch of their black rods were buried in her as they came with loud grunts. I watched their huge ball sacks pulse and contract as jet after jet of hot spunk were shot into my whore wife. They rolled off Amy, leaving her panting for breath and covered in sweat on the floor.The third stud moved in as the others disengaged.