I have been to several swing events too and the only difference with us is everyone get naked and plays. So let me tell you what I saw last time. Abou... 6:00 a lady we had never met before, that was new to swinging, arrived at the hotel. We chatted and she had told us her hubby was sick and died about a year ago and she hadn’t had sex in over 16 months. She went on to say she had been masturbating frequently for the last 6 months and was fantasizing about being with a black man and women in a. Where my stunned husband and boss were sat looking like two startled engineering lemons.I put my best femme-fatale look on and kissed Chris gently, a lot more gently than I’d just been kissing Rocco, and whispered in his ear. “Honey, I’m taking Rocco upstairs to his room so I can fuck his big Italian cock.” I pulled my head back to enjoy my husband’s trembling look of shock and excitement, before gently giving him the second barrel. “I know you thought you’d be watching your sweet wife getting. Then as she began to spank me, her fingers wrapped around my bottom and between my legs, so that I even became more sexually excited. It seemed like a combination of pain and pleasure as Ann spanked me. I actually was disappointed to hear Cindy say, “Clyde, stand up now and go over to Karen and ask her to spank you.” This time when I stood up I said to Ann, “Thank you for spanking me.” Ann answered with, “I hope I can spank you again.” Then I walked over to Karen, spread my legs apart, put my. Maybe it was the thick mist of arousal swirling around me, or maybe it was the way he said, “don’t move”. Like a dare. Like a promise. His words, his voice, had snaked their way around my limbs and bound me just as surely as if he’d used rope. So, you see, I didn’t move, because I couldn’t move.I’m not sure I can ever really explain what I felt like right then. Rooted to that spot. Waiting. Knowing. And I really mean, knowing, as there wasn’t a single, solitarily part of me that didn’t know.