She quickly reported back to me and I tried to cut Jerry's wife Sheila out of the herd of wives collected in the kitchen of the house party we were at...ending that night. Sheila was a very attractive little blond and, if we were going to trade wives, I'd trade for her any day. No dice. She was not even slightly interested.Later that night, in bed, Karen told me that she would have eagerly fucked Jerry's brains out but didn't want to do anything that would leave me out. I related my dry run on. It was stiff and ready, but he decided to take it slow for now.“Shut up, bitch. You won’t tell anyone because you won’t LIVE long enough to tell anyone. Now just relax and try to enjoy what’s coming. I want to taste that pussy of yours. Who knows, I might let you get off in the process. After that we’ll be ass raping both of you sluts, and it goes downhill from there, so you might as well enjoy what you can.”Stacey shuddered in the background, just glad that for now the two men’s attentions. He did a double take as she caught up to him. She looked worried and absolutely adorable.“Are you okay?” She asked her forehead wrinkling with concern. Brandon stared at her dumbly lost for words. She was wearing an orange racer back T- shirt with a pair of extremely short khaki shorts and white flip-flops. Her perfectly pink glossed lips asked him again, “Hello… Are you okay?” She waved her hand in front of his face. He came to his senses and stopped staring looking away.“Uh, oh yeah. Sorry.”. We asked her to call us in case she is agreed to our proposal. She took the number and left the house.Next day I was in the office and expecting some response from her but there was not any so I decided to wait for her initiative five days passed and it finally came on of the lucky day of my life on 17th April, 2007. After office she called me in the evening and asked me can I come to her house? I was on the seventh heaven with joy and just moved there. She received me at the gate and told that.