I even got on the car that I usually take. But he wasn't there! My flashing partner had either missed the train or was in a different car. I nearly pa...icked. I looked around for him before I even looked for a seat. I felt like I was going to be ill.I finally looked around and found a seat half way down the aisle. I sat down and ignored my skirt as it rose up my thighs and nearly exposed my lack of underwear to the man sitting beside me. In fact, I was disappointed when it didn't.I took my book. I wanted it all: cock, pussy, tits, ass, a shapely woman and a hunky guy. How could I make this a reality?I had registered with a swinger’s website and posted a few pictures of myself. Although married at the time my then wife was not at all interested in sex so I looked elsewhere.After a few weeks I was contacted by the male half of a couple interested in a MMF bi meet. The photos on their profile were good but nothing special so I wasn't particularly hopeful. However we exchanged email. .. This is -" - mud, I know. Why do you keep asking me to make it then?" It's my prerogative, I'm your boss. Now be a good girl and make me a fresh cup, yeah?"She didn't reply to that, and I knew she was already hard at it. I had hand-picked her from among the bureau staff because she was one of the few who had finally survived the ordeal, a real good shot, and very keen on voicing her personal opinions, which could be easily discerned from the fact that I could see her through the glass pane,. “DAD! For your information, I DID get some last night and this morning and it was wonderful! Just like it usually is.” Blossom sort of blurted that out.“Well good for you! Terry, welcome to the family. Keeping the womenfolk happy is a family tradition.”“Thank you, sir.” I shook the offered hand and we laughed about our wives, as only husbands can.“Welcome to the family, son.” Gwen hugged me. “Now you better scoot or you are going to be late for work.I quickly got our bags from the bedroom,.