”“Ja, ich weiß, es sind unsere Flitterwochen, aber ich und Jürgen haben die Hochzeitssuite. Dein Zimmer ist drei Stockwerke tiefer. Ich seh dich...dann in einer Woche!”“Ohhh, Jürgen hat so einen schönen, großen Schwanz. Ich liebe es, seine geschwollene Eichel zu lecken und meine Zunge über jeden Zentimeter wandern zu lassen… und er hat wesentlich mehr Zentimeter als du, mein Süßer! Hihihi! Schleck! Daran könnte sich wohl jedes Mädchen gewöhnen, so ein köstliches Stück Mannesfleisch wie dieses zu. She danced over to me and said, “Not one word out of you, you bastard, your going to get yours! Turn about is fair play and this is my party, too. Just sit back and watch me enjoy this.” My heart was pounding with fear as I had never seen her like this, I wasn’t sure if she was pissed or serious about fucking these guys. I knew I was in trouble and I had better not protest or I would be in the dog house for a long time.Vickie danced to the center of the room and I thought my wife had never. Jane lowered her head and put her face in her hands and started to cry. Ring…ring… Jane looked up. Ring…ring… Bill, he’s come back she thought. Jane answered the door, her eyes still wet from her crying, but with a smile beaming across her face. She opened the door. Her smile left her in an instance. “Hi, are you alright?” questioned the man from next door, he twisted his head to the side in a questioning manner. She only knew him as the man from next door because he had just moved in, he was. We were all exceptionally happy, but from time to time when on leave we would come close to that line-you know, the "cheating" line. During parties and visits we would dance with the other spouse, hug and kiss-perhaps occasionally cop a little feel, but, as far as I knew, nothing else. Alan and I would talk about really wanting "a little strange" and mention we would really like to "do" the other's wife but, again, that was as far as it went.When I retired and moved back home we were all much.