I once talked with my Grandmother. She'd been a swinger when all they had available were condoms. Girls weren't supposed to use birth control. She was...supposed to spend most of her life pregnant or recovering from a pregnancy. And Grandma's grandmother died in childbirth as she bore her twelfth child. In fact, that was the most common way for a woman to die. Biochemistry sure changed all of that.What did they do about "accidents?" Well, the law assumed that if a woman was married and she got. It’s basically voyeurism and a little swapping because there were three guys and only two girls back then. Now that you are here it balances out.“Oh. I think I see what is going on here.”“Wait. Don’t get mad! Of course, you don’t have to do it.” What I mean is that the four of them can get together and I can be with just you. I’m not the odd man out anymore.”I was not sure how I felt about this revelation, “They let you watch them have sex and then one of the girls would have sex with you?” I. He glances up to see Hugo’s reaction, tip of his dick still in his mouth, but he’s still looking directly at his computer, like Ellis isn’t even there. Is this a new challenge? Accepted. He teases, long, slow licks all up and down the length, working his way around the whole of his cock. On his second loop, he pulls Hugo’s balls out of the underwear too, putting each one into his mouth in turn. He’s completely erect now. Ellis’s own cock is throbbing and he wants so badly to give it more room. I had many drinks and was feeling really good. I noticed a girl and a guy staring at me. Finally, she had the nerve to approach me. “I wondered if I could buy you a drink.” “Sure. The name's Al. What’s your name?” “Charlotte. Nice to meet you.” “My boyfriend and I saw you and wanted to talk with you.” “Where’s your boyfriend?” "He's right there. I could call him over." "Sure." A young attractive guy walked over to us. He was tall and worked out. He had black curly hair and green eyes. I.