"Well, you start dating a girl...or guy, " I said, staring at her, "and you really like them, and maybe you have sex. Then, you're so emotionally atta...ched it hurts like hell to break up. Hell, I wouldn't know what a one night stand is like! I've never..." My sentence was cut off when she pressed her lips to mine. We kissed for a while on the couch, until the orgasmic porno screams from the TV prompted us to really make out. Then, in the middle of it, Michele jumps up, turns off the TV, and runs. ” “Payphones?” “Yeah. Would you be interested?” “Only if I can ask you a few questions after.” “Okay, I guess.” She asked him everything on the survey. He answered to the best of his ability. He rarely used a payphone. Then they got to his questions. She wasn’t sure exactly what she’d said yes to. “So, you wear underwear, correct?” “Yes, of course.” “And what kind?” She knew then that she was turning him on. She looked at him, this time in a more personal light. He was quite good. “Master, please?” “Please what, slut?” His voice was low, full of need and slightly breathless. “Please, please, let your slut cum for you, Master, please!” “Cum for me, my slut.” I screamed out with the release, my body writhing as he continued to fuck me mercilessly. “Keep cumming, my slut, don’t you dare stop.” My body heard his command, before my orgasm could finish the next one began. Over and over again I came as he hammered in and out of my cunt. He caught some of the juices leaking out. I thought Bob’s remark was a perfect compliment on her great looks and obvious sexiness. It also opened up a conversation as to the possibilities of a temporary wife swap. Bob said that Betty liked me - and in more than a neighborly manner. I was surprised by his candor. So, as luck would have it, Betty and I managed to hook up and so did my wife and Bob. Everything was consensual. Danny didn’t say anything about her hook up with Bob and I certainly didn’t say anything about my experience with.