“I was wondering what I’d find if I came home for lunch…”It was Paula, leaning against the doorway to the family room with her arms folded.Ken...was startled, and started to pull out of Sandy’s cunt, but Sandy reached back, grabbed his ass cheek and pulled him back inside of her, saying, “No, Ken….keep going…”Ken surprised himself by doing as Sandy demanded, while looking at Paula with raised eyebrows and a guilty grin on his face.Paula slowly walked into the room, and totally shocked Ken again. He stops and throws his phone to the side, removes himself from my mouth and grabs my ankles. He drags my body through the soaked bedding to the edge of the bed. With my knees propped up, he plunges his very hard cock inside my sloppy, wet pussy. That feeling is the best I’ve ever felt. As he’s fucking me, I’m pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit. I start squirting again. The streams of my cum hitting his body and the sloshing sounds set him off. He watches my body explode onto his and I’ve. Sure enough, we met at a nice place just off the freeway. After some cordial discussion about life, career, and family, Stacey seemed comfortable enough to ask me if I was familiar with..."the lifestyle".I'm a guy with an open mind, so I was interested. This is when she let me know that she and Derek were swingers. I was taken aback because in all the times I saw them, or knew them, who would have guessed that? They were only in the lifestyle for about a year, and were really selective about. "So you're the chap who found Cy," she began in a low and unexpectedly attractive voice. "I saw your piece on Laxness but didn't finish it. I can't get myself into novels about nuclear power stations and homey communists in Iceland. I must admit I'm glad he's dead -- Cy, not Laxness. He's been a thorn in this department's side for twenty years. Now we can get someone decent in the early novel. Lots of young people looking for jobs these days, not at all like the early sixties. I called Susan.