It was for sex. I knew that, and she did too, which was probably why she turned it down out of hand.Of course that made sense. She wasn't here for sex... after all. And the suit she'd chosen, while it looked nice on her, was just that--nice--as opposed to revealing or sexy or whatever. It actually made it possible to swim with her (she relented and allowed me in the pool) without thinking constantly about the fact that she was female. Unless I saw her ass, anyway. Those boy shorts bottoms. After a bit of a rummage, he sat up and poked out his tongue.“Ah-ah, mithed a bit.” After all, it's a bit difficult to talk when your tongue's sticking out.Angie was just about to sit up and lay claim, when Ian's head whipped around from behind Oliver, took his tongue between his lips, and sucked the cum off.Now it was Angie's turn to look disappointed. Her disappointment didn't last long, as Ian bent to her and passed the cum into her mouth. Oliver joined them and the three of them exchanged. I was so wet and open it went in all the way real easy. My hips automatically pushed back. I was getting noisy when I came and the big guy put his hand over my mouth and told me to 'Keep quiet whore!' like he didn't like it because I was getting pleasure. After a while I almost didn't want it to end."She paused and I wiped away some tears.Then she said quietly, "Does this make me a whore?"I kissed her and put her hand on my hard cock saying, "Nature designed your pussy to be very good at. ...............My wife and I had been swingers for many years but we still both enjoyed random pickups. It was easy as we both had jobs which required travel and allowed the maximum opportunity for some healthy extra curricular nights. The tale I am about to relate is of an attempt to blackmail me with incriminating videos of my wife. The story begins with a Jiffy bag containing a video tape being delivered to me just before Christmas. The note attached said I should watch the tape and consider.