I peeked in and saw my wife looking at the swing. I quietly went inside. I went down to the basement and asked her what was going on. She smirked and ...aid she was giving the swing a look over. She tried to sit in it, but her clothing restricted her. I told her it was geared for people with less on. She took off some clothing and in her bra and g-string, she sat in it. She had a look of a k** at an amusement park. I just let her get used to it. Maybe I would not have to end up returning it after. “Good! I didn’t want him to have any reason to go out and get some from another woman while I’m having these babies”. Mother had been right about my wife wanting me to not only help her have decent sex while she was bloated with the twins, but also had a plan for me to be a sexual surrogate for her pussy while she was in labor and recovering. That is, as best I could, Nick didn’t really care for my blowjobs nearly as much as he did for my wife’s pussy. But. Then he went in with his lips, eating me out as passionately as ever, brushing my pussy with his tongue.“YESSSS, YESSS, don’t stop. Take all of me” I cried holding his head steady into my pussy. He was killing me with pleasure and I loved it. When he lifted his face, his chin and lips had caught so much juice. He pulled my legs apart the more so he could get in-between before greeting my already hardened clit with his dick.“Damn, this is so wet” he brushed my pussy with his dick making me moan. I had previously thought that our sexual encounter together down in The Pit was supposed to be a one-shot deal. A one-time, friend-on-friend dick-sucking experiment, if you will. That’s what Chris had implied, when he had originally asked me if I would let him suck my dick. And now, here I was, being confronted head-on with the “totally-unexpected news” that Chris was wanting to continue having a sexual relationship with me.I really didn’t know what to say to Chris, even.