My legs began to uncurl and kick at the open air. That sent Anubis over the edge. He grabbed my face with both hands and shoved himself down my throat... Though it went straight down, I still tasted him and wished I could hold his load in my throat.His last push - when he shot the last of it - he growled, "FUCK!" He held his cock deep and began twitching, squeezing my head tightly in his hands. About a minute later he was done. He let his robe back down, and vanished back into the night from. ‘If you want to . . .’ she began. ‘No, no, baby,’ I said firmly, ‘if you go to a swing club, you go out of curiosity, or to get laid, or for the hell of it. You do not go because someone wants you to.’ Bette’s face turned solemn. She said slowly, ‘I may not have been around like you and Louise, but I am curious. I’d like to see what a swing club is like. Who knows? I’d probably like it.’ The next day, Wednesday, I called the Ten/Thirty club across the river in Portland, and made dinner. Jenny stopped touching herself and went to switch on the shower. Stepping under it she relished the feeling of the hard spray on her skin. She let the water spray down her back, almost massaging her. Then turning around she felt the water cascading over her breasts, stimulating the flesh making her already tender nipples ache to be touched. She raised her hands and started to massage her firm breasts, kneading her flesh beneath her hands. Then her fingers playing over her nipples, rubbing. Before the affair our lives were great and sex with my husband was amazing he always attended to my needs and my son was born out of love so you can understand why I’m so hurt,It all started when we use to get together as a group of friends every weekendWe would all meet up and go out for a drink and a meal together,I did not suspect what my husband was getting up too with one of our friends I always thought he never wanted anyone other than me I was good looking and looked after myself always.