She was moaning like, “Ahh, Maddy.” And then I took off the condom, and she made me cum on her tits.Then she told me it was the best session of he... life. We talked about our personal life for few minutes and slept. I woke up at 8 am after hearing kissing sounds. Then to my surprise, Harita and Sanvi were both naked in bed having a hot lesbian session.Then they saw me and wished me good morning. Harita replied, “This is how I satisfy myself as my hubby is not good at sex.” Mine was hard seeing. There was no turning back. I asked, "Who gets to fuck who tonight?" Pete was quick to say, "I'll fuck Nancy. John can fuck Diane and Dave can fuck Amy." The girls all looked at each other. Nancy said, "Works for me. I'd like to suck Pete's cock and imagine he might be good for at least three fucks during the night." Holy shit. This was actually going to happen. My beautiful wife was going to fuck Pete. I was going to fuck Amy. My mind was spinning. We were actually going to swap wives for the. I write songs. I write poems. I write raps. All of my songs and poems and raps are stories. Either they happened to me or I just make it up. Poems and raps are like stories to me. I don’t know what it is about hip hop, but being around it all my life makes me love it. The funny thing is, I don’t consider myself a rapper. I consider myself a poet. I’ve had this conversation with my cousin, who is a rapper and who I repeatedly sit in on studio sessions on and write. You’d be amazed at my muse and. Just as I looked back at my table from the initial noise, I realized that I recognized one of the women. It was Beth! I stayed low hoping that she wouldn’t see me or remember me. Dad had looked up, too. I saw his eyes widen as he also recognized Beth. He looked back down also.Suddenly, Beth changed direction and came toward our table. I braced. Beth said, “Hello, Gerald.”“Hello, Beth. I hope you’re doing well.”“Quite good. My company was having a little party to celebrate a great sales month.”.