There was an older man who lived across the street and a few doors away. I dont think I ever spoke to him, but we nodded and gave each other small smiles. He walked without a cane, but slowly. Still he was tall, thin had a full head of hair and showed all the signs of once having been a good looking man. I was pretty sure he lived alone. After a while I saw him less and less frequently, and I suspected he might be ill, or worse. Then one day I saw a newer sportier car in his driveway parked next to his aging Lincoln. It seemed logical that this was one of his children, having come to look after things, or worse.
Cindy and I were swingers, so it's obvious that she was a wife who fucked other men. But that's not what this is aboutI had fucked their wives too. I know, that makes no sense. And if they didn't have wives or girlfriends, she had fucked those other men in a party atmosphere that was impersonal. Names might not even be exchanged. Often her first contact with the guy was when his cock started entering her mouth, her pussy or even her ass. If words were exchanged, it might only be after cum had spewed into or onto her and usually both. Each might say: "Thanks" at best. She did tell me it wasn't necessary to thank the guy if you had a mouthful of his cum. Makes sense.
Me and my wife were out in town with friends. It was absolutely chucking it down. At the end of the night my friend suggested we walk to his place for a few more drinks then taxi from there. He only lived two minutes from town so we agreed. Even in the short trip to his we got soaked to the bones. He got us towels and poured us a vodka. We had a few more drinks and watched the music channel. It was 3.25 am now so we told my friends we better get off. I got up to put my jacket on when my friend suggested we stay over. We didn't really want to taxi home in wet clothes so we decided to stay. My friends girl brought us a dressing gown each so we nipped to the bathroom and changed.
After the monstrous Chaos Space Marines had attacked Manorus 4 of the Manorian Star System, Private Drax Weston had been sent out with the third company to protect the planet and it's humanoid occupants. The battle had lasted nearly three weeks but the Adeptus Astartes were successful in pushing the two platoons of world invaders out of the star system. There were nearly sixty casualties and thirty deaths in the Marine's ranks but the mission was deemed a success. The efforts of one upcoming hero in particular caught General Flanning's attention. Pvt. Weston had witnessed his commanding officer's Rhino evaporate under harsh photon fire.
Gary who was 38 years old lived in a upscale neighbourhood as a photographer who did artistic nude, fetish and some adult shoots. He inherited money from his family so was able to do what he wanted with respect to his art. He lived next door to Audrey and Rex Smith and their 18 year old daughter Lucy. Gary's neighbours were real snobs, Rex was a workoholic who was away most of the time, Audrey had a stubby nose and so did her daughter and she was stuck up most of the time. Rex and Audrey were extremely strick with Lucy she wore a uniform all the time going to a boarding school but also for discipline purposes.
Cassie was blow-drying her hair, getting ready to go to a birthday party with her fiancé, Pete. Her long blonde hair was tossed by the action of the blow dryer. She stared into the mirror at her body wrapped in a towel. At twenty-five she was quite a hottie. Her blonde hair hung down to her mid-back, her eyes were a sparkling green, her tits were a perky b cup with pink nipples that were notorious for getting hard and wickedly long. She knew even if she wore a padded bra that if she got excited her nipples would still poke out and be noticeable. Since her teen years she had known that was a sure way to get male attention. And she loved male attention.
Allie, Kate and Daniel were getting ready for the Halloween party. Kate and Daniel were dressing as Hansel and Gretel. Allie put on her plaid skirt, white button up blouse, and pulled on her long white knee socks. As they walked out Allie slipped on some penny loafers she had picked up from Goodwill. While driving to the party, Allie sat in the back seat. She felt like the spare tire of the group. Although her and Kate secretly had a thing going, Kate had made it clear that she was in love with Daniel and didn't want him to know. So as they kissed and giggled with each other in the front seat Allie just stared off into space. Since coming to college she had opened up sexually.
You see, I wasn't always like this. I was born Alexandra Jean, in a middle class neighborhood. My parents are regular hard working middle class professionals, dads a dentist, mom is his receptionist. I attended a catholic school, I graduated with honors. I moved in with my sweetheart. Only ever been with just the one man. Yep, that's right. One notch on the bedpost. Until I caught him cheating. Now when I say I caught him, I mean I literally caught him. Bare ass naked, balls deep caught him. There he was screwing away, sweating, grunting like a crippled pig on top of one of the girls from the coffee shop down the street. She was pretty in her own kinda way.
Every year my wife and I organise a night out with friends to a random town or city. This year it was to be Manchester. The usual group is made up of twelve to fifteen people, on this occasion it was to be twelve due to other commitments. This group was made up of four couples and four singles two female two male. We all travelled their in our cars and met in the hotel bar after sorting our rooms and baggage. We discussed our food and transportation plans to get into the city centre, then went up to our rooms. My heart started to race as we approached our hotel room as we always have wild sex in every new place we stay.
Most male halves of couples try to keep single guys away from parties and clubs where they try to get their cocks into as many women as possible. However keeping a bunch of guys away from a romper room full of wet, naked, horny cunts and lips willing to wrap themselves around a nice long cock is a losing challenge once they get in the door. Women publicly agree with their men about keeping them out, but more for show. To a single guy, swingers are the greatest, a guaranteed fuck and blow job, often as many as you can handle in one night. No dinners or gifts to buy, no drama, complications, nor committments.