I share our home with Steve, my husband, and for the last year, with Jenny. Jenny was thirty five when she came to the island as our friend. She more ...r less lived with us for over a year and it would be fair to say, she shared us, completely. In fact, everyone on the island shares everyone else. We could be regarded as one big swinging community to the outside world, but we are more than that. We help each other as much as we can, and if that means pleasing each other, then so much the. She knew it was coming. All the pleasure and multiple orgasms. The 15 or more boys that just came on or in her and a whore in training that kissed her deep. Brought back the memories of how her and her husband met. When she was a high priced call girl that was paid for these unending gang bangs for days. He rescued her from this life and used her solely as his own. She was happy as a whore, a servant to her master. The head games, the use of her body. The shame and value he gave to her equally.. His hips smashing against my ass with each thrust. His hands bruising my hips as he used them to leverage himself into me. But he was bored soon and decided to retie my legs to my arms. I would have kicked and fought, but something kept me submissive as he positioned me. He seemed to enjoy the new position more as he slammed into me. His breath heavy on my neck while his shoulders pushed my knees towards my shoulders, his hands pressed into the bed. He started panting before he pulled out, his. ” I replied in kind and said, “Thanks’, but you have me beat with that fuckin’ body.” I looked across to Tom and he was flat on his back and his head faced towards us. Nat looked at me as I looked at him; she stroked my cock and said, “He’ll never know.” She pulled on my cock – she wanted me to move onto the bed. I got up and she never let go of my cock. I was afraid I was too heavy for her and said in a whisper, “You get on top.” She got up and let me lay down; she leant across to Tom’s.