Stacy paused and looked at me some more. "Do you think we're swingers?"I shrugged. "That's a label that maybe contains a harmful judgment. The men in ...hat group are my friends – my best friends. The women I am in love with, and enjoy the sexual times we have together. They've told me they love me. I don't think swingers do that; they just fuck away an evening once in a while, and then go home. I wish I could take everybody home with me because I care about them so much, and I want to spend time. Helen almost sounded like a guardian of moral standards. Why would she disapprove of our behavior? Everything had happened exactly as we had jointly planned. Or did she disapprove of the fact that Cathy had gotten so much enjoyment out of flashing her pussy at my friends, letting them feel her up, and finally getting spanked by them? Was Helen frustrated that what she had planned as Cathy's punishment had nearly turned into an orgy?"I don't have any reason to regret anything that happened last. Something dark and dangerous glittered within the depths of her eyes as the charming smile upon her lips turned bitter. ‘Bad boy.’ She scolded with a playful tone, as if talking to a small child. ‘Didn’t mama ever tell you not to threaten a lady.’ With a gentle flick of her wrist, the sickening snap of bone rung loudly in the ally – soon followed by the metallic clank of the switchblade hitting the ground at their feet. The sound of the man’s pained scream caused a sense of pleasure to run. "I won't." His reassurance put her at ease.They grabbed a drink and went for a walk around, checking out the pool and heading upstairs. Everyone was mostly naked, drawing attention to the fact that they were both fully clothed. Then they found a room where a petit redhead was on top of her guy,her long hair partially covering her tiny tits. "Do you mind if we watch?" Matt asked. The redhead turned and gave them both a once over, smiling at the sexy couple standing in the doorway, "Not at all".