She was the waitress that served us our drinks. Long story short, I married her five years later. Now Beth, my wife, and I had talked a few years ago...about the possibility of us venturing outside of our marriage and checking out the local swingers scene. I wish I had never brought it up. She didn't like the idea at all, and thought that I was sick and perverted for even having these thoughts. In fact, she even called me a sexual deviant! So needless to say I have had to repress my sexual. Before that i drank 2 to 3 glass of water so that i can get up in the night purposely. i didnt know when i went to sleep. when i woke up due to nature call i saw my chachi sleeping in the same manner as that of yesterday. i hurridelly went to the bath room and came back after releving my self i sat on my bedsheet took the torch and slowly lifted my chachi’s maxi which was already up to her knees. i lighted the torch and directed towards my chachis pussy i was shocked to see that my chachi. It was 9:30 on a Friday night Sarah was at a nightclub and was recovering from a long week of school and couldn’t wait to loosen up. She had arranged to meet Stacy and a few other girls from school and have some fun. Sarah was wearing a short Denham skirt revealing her lovely legs but not showing too much else. It was accompanied by a black tank top also revealing a little cleavage but not a whole lot. Sarah did not consider herself a tramp and it wasn’t like she didn’t want a boyfriend she. Oh lord, I was absolutely soaking. A little squirt of my juices actually spurted out and onto the carpet. I breathed in deep and walked on.Then it happened. I heard a distant “bing”, and the numbers on the lift lit up. I could read them from where I was: one, two, three, four… oh heavens, they were coming. I stopped, too afraid to go on, but then the sign stopped at five. I breathed a sigh of relief, and kept walking.Then the lift started again, very quickly: six, seven, eight, nine…ten.And the.