”“Errm isn’t that sort of talk what got us into this argument in the first place,” I cracked a weak smile.“Yeah, sorry about going off on on..., I think I overreacted.”“No, no you didn’t I was wrong, I shouldn’t have said what I said, I don’t own you. I was just surprised that you were considering swinging.”“I wasn’t as such, you said yourself that they had never openly offered, but I was thinking about what if they did, you know, tonight after the meal.”I took her hands, “I know what you mean. I. I was a bumbling case of nerves, not knowing what to expect; hoping what I would like to have happen. Like a good boy, I rang the bell shortly before 9 with tool box in hand and a single rose. Jo answered the door in a pair of shorts that were short, but not too short, and a blouse with the top three buttons open. She greeted me with a light kiss on the cheek, although she did that with my wife present so it did not surprise me. She led me to the kitchen where we had coffee and talked. Her. The void being filled by the rapidly approaching, but not yet achievable, orgasm.But the real dilemma was how long could she keep herself like this beforeone of the kids came to look for her, brought her to the edge of the abyss Slowlycircling her room in a fog of sexual arousal, time seemed to slow down. Feelingthe foam ball as it filled the crevices of her mouth, with her breathableair rushing through her flaring nostrils, every breath she took reverberatedthrough her chest and stomach. Minutes later my aunty came into the pool room and walked into the pool and swam over to me. i wondered what this was all about, was there a supervise present? my auntie was wearing a tight dark brown bikini, her breast were smaller than my mums around 32d but still big enough too see a big cleavage. her pussy looked thicker than mums as you could see the lips outline in the bikini and it had a thonged back. my aunt has tanned skin with clear tan lines. your mum spoke to me and said she had.