Turning around, Kelly put her arms around my neck. She looked up into my eyes, smiling at me.“Justin, I love you so much. I am having a wonderful li...e since we got together. Sometimes, it’s hard for me to believe this is all real,” Kelly said.“It’s real as it can be, sweetie,” I said. I dropped my head, kissing Kelly’s forehead.“Justin, are we swingers? You know, like Mom and Dad are?” Kelly said, surprising me.I thought about what Kelly said for a moment. Before I could answer her strange. ..I was so angry! I was also ready to come again......so I did. I stood there watching the next event with my cock in my hand and puddle of my cum at my feet. My wife was an amazing whore and I never knew until now. I was so jealous and somehow so very proud of her too.He then pulled his cock out of her asshole. She held it open for him.....She was so gaped. I could probably fit my fist in her asshole. He reached over and grabbed his phone.....he took a picture of her gapped asshole and then. Sure, it was the center of political power, but it was so mundane after living in New York City – the Big Apple. The great nightlife, restaurants, parties, the beautiful women who’d converged there from all over the world. Now that was New York City. It was truly “the city that never sleeps”, and he’d loved it.New York is where he’d made a name for himself. His list of journalistic awards had grown so long, he couldn’t remember them all. He was Justin Story, the star reporter for The. "Do you like it?" she asked."Yes, it's nice," I replied."But, I can see your bra." Then we must have sexy lingerie," she replied.I took off my clothes too and tried on the skirt and top. Mom lifted my tits to see how it fit me."Gorgeous!" she said.Afterwards we went to buy underwear. We went to a sex shop. I had never dared to go into such a store before. There were sexy clothes, sex toys, lubricants and even DVDs there. Mom walked in and straight to the lingerie department. She found a red bra.