At last she pushed herself away from him tears continuing to pour down her cheeks. He handed her his handkerchief and she blew her nose loudly and mop...ed her eyes and cheeks."I love you too, Mark. I have done for years," she said haltingly before bursting into tears and burying her head in his chest again.Mark bent down, lifted her under her legs and carried her over to an armchair. He sat down in it with her on his knee, continuing to stroke her and kiss the top of her head.Finally she pulled. They encouraged me to consider joining this select group of couples who met every other week for fun and swapping. Curiosity then overruled my common sense, and I would respond that yes, I was interested, however I knew Liz would not be attracted to join.Our bedtime talk continued, and we would fantasize that we were open to full swaps, and the images in my mind of Liz at the soft swing parties, and how she reacted to the advances of other men, was a complete turn on for me, and Liz seemed to. Now I wanted some pussy. I put my hands on her luscious melon ass cheeks. I lifted her up and pressed her against the wall of the shower stall. She had her arms around my neck but she reached down with one hand and placed my cock head at her vulva. I just had to press lightly and he slipped right in. She was so wet from the shower and her own cunt juices that my cock had no resistance. But she was still tight. Very tight. What a great cunt. Now the real fucking began. I always called fucking. “I love you.”“Speaking of which -- when will Dr Lang be able to give us the green light?”“I have a six-week checkup scheduled in a month.”“A month! My balls are going to be so blue I’ll need to wear them in a sling.”After dinner we sat in the front room and played cribbage, each of us winning five hands. Then, Andrea took Annette up to the nursery while I policed up the kitchen.When I went upstairs Andrea was standing by the crib. “I just love looking at her,” she said. “Could you take those.