But the Internet changed all that. It also told me about this latest swingers party, and all the girls who’d be heading there in skimpy outfits and ...robably undress and let the men do stuff (yeah I know it’s not like that nowadays – the girls are just as up for it too). Now of course I don’t want to see them actually doing stuff – that makes me SO uncomfortable when I come across it on the Internet by accident. I’ve never ‘gone’ with girls or anything to do with that at all – I only need to. Some people communicate volumes through their eyes. These people always make wonderful friends and lovers but incredibly lousy liars and salespeople. Some people, when they come upon others in a sexual situation, avert their eyes, look embarrassed, or, if they're men, suddenly take on the look of horny dogs. This woman was almost mesmerized. Her nervous energy suddenly had an object and the pure lust in her eyes gave little doubt that she had seen people doing something very nasty in that room.. . that I supported her and her needs... that I loved her.At that moment, just after I had shot my cum deep up into Connie's rectum and as my wife tenderly licked Connie's messy anal opening, I loved my wife more than I had ever. I gently stoked her lower back, my then fingers trailing over the red welts, still clearly visible from last night's activities. I then ran my fingers around and up her inner thigh. She was on all fours, head leaning down to lick at Connie's still upturned ass, her. "Good morning, Derek. Thank you for coming again. You really were such a help yesterday. I washed your lab coat but I'm afraid it hasn't come out too clean." "Thanks Jean. It's only an old one that I won't use in the lab any more." I donned the coat and seeing Jean's troubled face and reading her thoughts I went on, "Jean? You look worried. If it's over what we did yesterday, don't be. I enjoyed what we did and I think you did too. I doubt if either of us will blab about it. It's something that.