I often met Jim when he got home and wanted to have sex right then and there. Jim loved it and our relationship got even stronger.We started to be mor... playful and even roleplay sometimes. During sex we often talked about what we would like to experience and try. It got so far that we had sex with another couple in our livingroom. We did not swap partners or touched anyone but your spouse. We did watch them fuck and then they watched us fuck too. It was exciting, but we were not swingers.Jim. "You can't get up there!"He peered down at her. "Who says I can't? And keep your voice down. If it really is people, they'll hear you, and--"He looked up. For a moment he said nothing."It really is people." His voice was inflectionless."What?" she said. "How do you know?" Because they heard you, and are coming this way," he said.Blood froze in her heart. "What if... What if they're Summers?"He frowned."Get up here," he said. "Get up in the tree." What?" Grab hold of the branch, swing your legs. Who knew the old coot was a heretic? The account of the Tyrants was so different from the Histories; not brutal dictators who enslaved mankind, but loving Gods that valiantly fought against the Demons and tried to create a Utopia before being murdered by Saint Chasity.I shivered as I waited. It was spring, but the nights were still cold. It seeped into my body as doubts crept into my mind; nothing was going to happen. This wasn't going to work—the Tyrants were just a myth. Nothing more than. Feeling Rich's strong hands on her firm buttocks, she lifted her leg off the floor until it mirrored the one, which was already wrapped tightly around him as he lifted her. No sooner had he hoisted her effortlessly than he lowered her, sliding her down onto his hardness. Susanna cried out in pleasure as she felt him fill her, the sound only stifled as she kissed his mouth. For a moment Rich held her there, his thick shaft deep inside his love but then his strong arms began to move her, lifting.