They had been married fifteen years and for nine of those years they had been taking other lovers and swapping partners with couples they met. Most of...the couples would soon fall out of the arrangement and more than a few couples had ruined their married lives by contact with the Farringtons, but other people's fate was not their concern. George and she were holding their own, Abby thought, and her body shifted on the bed as he changed positions."Whore," he said quietly. "You're just a whore. With my other hand supporting her I lower her to the grass. She looks back at me panting, Jolts still going through her body. My fingers start moving again bringing her back to the edge. Though I love playing with her, my own need demands. Lying behind her I remove my fingers, but I leave my thumb buried in her ass turning. My cock enters her warm wet cunt, slowly, savoring the sensations. Now it is my turn to moan in desire. As my hands grip her ass I start thrusting. In and out, I try to her. We wanted different things from life, and agreed to go our separate ways. Two years ago, I had lost my job. Liz and Brooke came through for me, loaning me money to pay bills until I had found a new one in a town almost an hour’s drive up in the mountains. I was going to wait until my lease was up on my apartment to move, but found that I didn’t mind the commute that much, and the mountain real estate market was ridiculously expensive. I had started passing the time by checking out Pimsleur. None of these seemed to hold out much hope for him.“He’s managing to keep it really straight. See you in half an hour?” she asked nonchalantly.“That should be about right.”She leaned back in, lowering herself so that Mike could follow her pussy with his tongue. His head was pushed back against the wall as she thrust her body at him, grinding her clitoris against his nose as his tongue fought its way between her spreading inner lips. Mike brought his hands up to her bottom, holding both cheeks.