I sneaked down the hall to their door which was slightly ajar, and in the darkened room lit only with a small lamp i could see jack between wills legs...sucking on his cock. i was like a bunny caught in headlights, and just starred with wide eyes, wills cock glistening with with spit as jack sucked him hard. something was happening, as i watched more and more i could feel my cock harden in my briefs. i told myself i wasn't gay, but it just kept growing. i must have shifted my weight and the floor. I would find out later that Jack had continued to fuck her several times a week for the next 5 years. But I also discovered another side of me; I loved watching my wife get fucked!It was almost 15 years before I would again get to see her being fucked. We had given up the swinging life-style; at least I had it turned out, for almost 14 years. But then at Wanda’s request we resumed swinging again. It turned out that the husband of one her female friends, Cheryl, was impotent and she was getting. . damn! Finally, at almost 9 PM Sam called. "Joan! How are you?" he asked me as Ipicked up the receiver. I wanted to tell him that I felt miserable anddisconsolate, but instead I said nothing. Silence filled the airwaves asmoment after moment passed. "Let's go for a walk," he said when hecouldn't take the silence any longer. I'm not sure why that suggestionlifted my spirits, but it did. Ten minutes later I was decked out in my blue pleated skirt with one ofmy new tops and just the right amount. The crowd was jeering and banging beer cans on the tables as Traci's tits became exposed to everyone. Traci, her pussy still aching with pain and her shoulders being crushed by Denise's knees, struggled feebly, her legs twisting and kicking, but there was nowhere to go.Just then, Denise grabbed both of her nipples and twisted them savagely, sending new bolts of agony through her."OHHHHGODDDDDSTOPPPP!!! She yelled."Shuttup, bitch!" Denise barked, and dropped her crotch down lower so her knees.