“I bought these for the lady who I thought lives here,” he said, handing the flowers to me. I was overcome, not by the flowers, which were lovely,...but by the gesture. “I’ll see that she gets them,” I offered. As he sat down, his eyes moved to my now flattened chest area. I tried to find something to take my mind off what was going on, and noticed a card on the flowers. It read: ‘To “Paul”. Nice two bump into you earlier today! Bill’. My cheeks took fire again. “Have you been home long?” he. So, anyway, the threesome.We are talking with friends a few weeks ago about a couple who just broke up. Our friends didn't know this couple were swingers and were totally shocked because they knew them for years. So the conversation goes on for while. A one point Lynn says something like, "Well, I'm up for anything once, but the image of him (me) having sex with another woman would eventually make me have to kill him." We all laugh and move on.I, of course, keep thinking about what she said,. ” “I don’t think so,” she said as we got up to leave.Just then he smacked her on the ass and blew a kiss at her, which pissed me off. “Hey man what the hell is your problem?” I said as I pushed him. Even though he was taller than me, he was really skinny, so I felt I could take him if I needed to. “You don’t want none of this, punk.” “Try me, touch her again and we’ll see who’s the punk,” I said staring a hole right through him. He was quiet for a while, and then he said “this isn’t over, ill. My legs begin to shake, my breathing becomes more labored as my pussy begins to clench around your cock. I scream "Fuck,... so good... that's it" as I begin to orgasm.Feeling my juices on your cock and the pulse of my pussy you finish not far behind.We move to the center of the bed, catching our breath and get ready for round two. My part of the story ------------------ Dear sweet Gennie, I loved that, but you would have to be very, very good to make me cum in your mouth, I have fantastic.