Then thought to herself she was glad she had planted those vines beside the pergola. “At least it will allow some privacy.” He pushed the fridge ...oor shut, took her hand and led her out of the house to the pergola. She, of course, followed willingly, happily. Once there, they came into each other’s arms. His tongue licked along her bottom lip as his hands once more found her breasts. Her nipples were diamond hard as he twirled them between his fingers. “This dress must go!” he said as he. She got on all fours and between us started putting the soapy lather up her arsehole and opening it up a bit at the same time then she said she was ready so I knelt behind her and I started to ease my cock up her shitter. She moaned a little with obvious discomfort and I offered to stop but she told me to keep going and God she was tight. I eventually got into my rhythm and her moans seemed to be of pleasure now as I pounded her arse, she then took my cock out her arse briefly and sat on top of. ‘O Lord,’ exclaimed Freddy, ‘We are going to get a soaking.’ They started down straight away, at first there were a few large drops, then it became very dark and the rain teemed down. ‘Let’s just keep going Freddy, because we don’t know when it might stop and there’s no shelter anyway. Just take it easy, don’t rush.’ They were both soaked to the skin within thirty seconds, but the rain lashed down without remission. The steps were immediately turned into mini waterfalls, the path into a muddy. ............My wife and I had been swingers for many years but we still both enjoyed random pickups. It was easy as we both had jobs which required travel and allowed the maximum opportunity for some healthy extra curricular nights. The tale I am about to relate is of an attempt to blackmail me with incriminating videos of my wife. The story begins with a Jiffy bag containing a video tape being delivered to me just before Christmas. The note attached said I should watch the tape and consider.