I was shaking my head as the tears ran down my face. I could taste the salty droplets on my lips. I wanted to cry out that she didn’t have to do thi.... Just go. Leave me now. Her fingers pulled at the zip of his jeans as he pushed her down by her shoulders. Her hand reached in and fished it out. The rumours were true, it was big. Big, thick and angry.“Can you smell her?” Oh, the hypocrisy. He was punishing us for have an affair while even today he’d been fucking someone else. It was beyond. We got hooked into a swinging group of eight or ten couples who really enjoyed group sex, sharing each other's wives and husbands among everyone in the group. I got to watch Lydia fuck and suck and perform her full repetoire of far out sex acts on other men on a regular basis and Lydia got to have her cunt possessed by lots of different cocks and give them cum eating blow jobs as well as eat lots of cunts and pussies.Our personal sex life at home was out of this world. She became such a real. ‘Why do you say that?’ Leigh asked. ‘Because Salvatore will make sure of it, Michael won’t live long enough to testify.’ Brian explained. ******** The group ended up talking most of the night. Before they knew it, it was early in the morning and Leigh was exhausted. Brian and Lucy left together with a promise of checking in on her later that day. Once Leigh had a moment to herself, she moved to the kitchen where Damien found her facing the sink. Ten excruciating minutes and Damien couldn’t. Some of the guests were dancing in bare feet on the fluffy white carpet to the slow music from the corner and he suspected it was just an excuse to "get the lay of the land" with the spouses of other men. Everyone seemed to be having a happy experience and he tried to lose his unseemly attitude of pending doom. Two servants brought forward a silly device that looked much like the antique "stocks" found in museums and tourist centers for castles and long-closed jails. It was modernistic with.