"Stop Robbie stop! I've got to answer that!" she said pushing me off of her.Once I had popped out of her wet cunt, Mrs Jones quickly jumped down off t...he counter, crossed the kitchen to the table in the middle of the room, and quickly picked up her IPhone."Yes hello!" she said answering it "Michelle, how lovely to hear from you!" she then said "No, no, i'm free to talk!" as I stood waiting for Mrs Jones to finish, I realised she hadn't bothered to lower her dress and I could see her beautiful. She squeezed it and Mac squeezed back.Suddenly, Mac had a flash of guilt. He felt too good to be sitting at his friend's house holding his wife's hand. Yet, there was also a feeling of comfort, something he hadn't experienced since his wife had died.When Mac saw Tess getting out of the pool, he pulled his hand abruptly away from Angela. He watched the sexy young girl walk over to them. Her tiny suit (or what there was of it) was dripping water. Her breasts jiggled as she walked and the tiny. But twice a week, once on Wednesday and again on Saturday, there was a woman that knocked on his door, demanding that she be granted entrance, then testing him and measuring all his vital signs. At first, he resented the intrusion, but over the months, he slowly began to accept, then look forward to the human contact she represented. She prescribed a diet that he followed, if only to keep her from nagging him about his weight and general condition. As time went on, he actually gained some. Then, one night, the two guys got their heads together and they cooked up a plan where one of the guys would go to the other one's house and spend the evening in the other wife's arms. And the second husband and wife would swap in the same way. They both talked to their wives and everyone agreed this was the best way to try swapping wives and swapping their sexual lives at the same time.The agreed evening had arrived and at 7:00, at the same time, Lon and Harry both left their homes and drove.