..I remember going to bed, admittedly after arguing withPenny about our sex life. She has such a high sex drive that she oftenwants sex when I do not!...So I must be asleep in bedI can sense my surroundings but I cannot move....am I deadVaguely I here a buzzing noise almost like the sound of an alarm clockI open my eyes.....I can see but everything is fuzzy I cannot make out the details of theroom but it is certainly not our bedroom. There is a knock at the door."Come in I call" sitting upNow two. - Yes, I said. But it's because I really want you.I let my right hand slowly work it's way down to her ass and then around until it was on her pussy outside of her panties. I pushed them to the side and explored her pussy with my fingers. When I found her clit I started to rub it while I ran a finger between her lips and when I gently pushed it inside of her she let go of a moan. I really wanted to fuck her now but I wanted her to let me know when she was ready so we continued on a while.Then. Questions like, Did I get jealous when my wife had sex with other people, What got us into the swinging lifestyle, How long had we been swingers, ect....ect. After about an hour of chatting I suggested that he and his buddies have dinner with us that evening, which he excepted without hesitation.That evening we met John and his two buddies at a local restaurant that came highly recommended. John, Steve, and Luke were complete gentlemen, but none of them could keep their eyes off my wife and I. “I am not a whore, sir!” she retorted weakly, her face burning with humiliation.“True. A whore gets paid, after all,” he chuckled.Any reply she might have managed was lost when another plump prick was pushed between her swollen lips and, once again, she was fucked from behind. After that, she’d lost count of how many times she was used and how many times she had climaxed (the latter being greater than the former). At some point, she’d become exhausted and her orgasms became an equal measure of.