The more we talked, the more intimate the conversation got and included sharing videos of each other wanking and fucking. S has a long history of swin...ing - something I have always been curious about so he started telling me his ‘story’ and all about his experiences. I was so turned on by his experience and willingness to experiment. I’d never met a guy like him before…a guy willing to share his partner with another man or woman. I love having guys wank over me. and I loved it the first time S. .so mai kh rhi thi ki agr tere ghr m jagah ho to …. tu samaj rha hai na ….???Me – kya yaarr aap bhi isme puchne ki kya jurt hai …… bis bta do kab anna hai mai ghr thodda saff kar dunga na…..???Ankita- hahaha safai kro kro.Aur mai parso aungi tu adress bta de. Then maine usse btaya mai usse kha se pic karunga thoddi bhot aur btaya mai usse kha se pic karunga thoddi bhot aur batte then phn cut. Now the day when she came and me desire come true of fucking her on the same day. Usnne jean top phni. This is soon followed by another harder contraction. Is she cumming again? is the last thing he thinks of as again she moans on his penis, and the third jet of cum forces it's way to the outside world. As it exits his body, he's just in time to look down and see it hit the inside of her one breast, making the stream of pleasure change direction rapidly - leaving a bit on her to drip off to his stomach. A fourth, and fifth, and eventually enough to lose count of exits his body. Some hits her. His eyes sharpened, holding her. She couldn’t look away. She felt it, his stare, in her center, making her naked, afraid. ‘Yes. That’s the burden of my position.’ She replied, a slight quaver in her voice now, a hesitation, barely perceptible yet glaring, deafening. The small doubt since her experience at the stranger’s house grew a little at Greg’s question, needled. Her seat was uncomfortable suddenly, her clothes ill fitting. An urge to flee her office surged, flitted across her mind, died..