"Not a lot, really," I told her. "We'd love to get out of the usual family affairs if we possibly could, but where to go? I really don't fancy the fak... bonhomie you'll get on a yuletide hotel package, and it will cost you an arm and a leg." Well we've had a much better idea, sweetie," cooed Janet, placing a thick brochure on the kitchen table."Oh do tell," my wife cried excitedly."A Swingers' Caribbean Cruise! From what I've heard, they're supposed to be uber-hot. And I'm NOT talking about the. I waved as I saw her run out of the school gates. Wow, I thought, she is really excited to get out today. But when I looked closer, I nearly was about to cry out in anger. Two higher grader boys were throwing rocks at my baby girl! If it wasnt a school zone, I probably would have got out of my truck and beat the living shit out of them. But I calmly got out of my truck, and started dashing towards her."Hey! Damn kids get away from her!" I yelled as I kicked an incoming rock into one of their. She said tonight? Yeah tonight, get that sexy pussy of your's wore out again and I'll guess who it is. She said not tonight. I'll go tomorrow afternoon while you do the yard work. OK it's a bet I said. The next day was Sunday and I was edging the drive when I saw my wife come out of the house. She was wearing a light yellow sun dress and white high hill sandles. I walked up to her and asked where she was off to looking like a southern bell? She said I'm going to have my pussy fucked , why? I. Not sure how it got started—sometime back in Freshman football, I guess. Going into the locker room after practice. Fifty guys all hot n sweaty—some with it literally pouring from their pits, down to the waistline. I started getting right up next to one of them to untie my cleats—getting a whiff of some ripe rank pit. The bushy ones were best—all that hair would hold in the funk better. Feet wern't too bad cause mostly new cleats with clean white socks didnt produce much stink. But then, off.