She dipped her finger into her juices and brought it to his mouth. "Does this taste real?" she said, rubbing his lips with her finger. He licked her...juice off her finger. She tasted sweet and tart. She tasted like her. He moaned and pulled her in for a kiss. Their tongues tangled in each other's mouth. Her hands ripped off his shirt while moving over his chest. His hands supported her back as he pulled her close and placed his mouth over her right breast; teasing the nipple with his tongue.. This is a true story in every fact and detail.My very first experience with wife sharing occurred after I answered a number of swingers’ advertisements. There must have been around a dozen or so that I responded to. I knew it was just a numbers game. Most did not respond, but one finally did, and after talking on the telephone a time or two, we agreed to meet. I drove to the address in this small town in Texas (the name purposely excluded, of course, and I promise to explain the reason why in a. Soon their tongues were fighting in each other's mouths and through her thin skirt Vivienne could feel Tom's cock hardening."Are you really going to rape me, Englishman?" No, but you are going to submit to me for both our pleasures." You smell of sweat and your shirt is soaked through." That's only because of the work I've had to do pushing you around." You ought to take a shower." So should you. Come on, Viv, time to reveal all." No way man!" But Tom was already carrying her squealing to the. ' His lips were full and looked so soft, so lickable. I found myself wondering if they would feel as sweet as they looked and if he would be a good kisser. For some unknown reason, I knew for sure that he would be. "You don't think the pool is big enough for both of us? We can snuggle up if you like."He never stopped getting closer. Once I realized the shrinking distance between us, I started to back away."That's not the point here. I don't even know you." Did I seriously just blurt out.