It was the mid 70's and we had been toying with the "wife swapping" idea for a year or two. Every since we'd been approached by another couple to just... simply trade wives for the night. Shocked, shocked I say. We shyly demurred but the seed of recreational infidelity had been planted. It germinated and sprouted in our pillow talk over the next several months. Then on a business trip to New York City, I picked up a couple of issues of the popular "swinger magazines" filling one shelf of a sleazy. Immediately Coach H begins to thrust with power and speed. Coach H only thrusted like when he was about to cum. But instead of cumming Coach H kept thrusting. After several minutes Coach H pushs my legs to the side. I looked at his face and he had a stern almost angry look. I kept my mouth shut and let Coach H keep on thrusting his cock back and forth in my ass. My ass was starting to hurt. There was no longer enough lubrication. I reach out and put my hand against Coach H’s hairy chest.. Manhood?" She knew that he had almost said cock."Tell me, dear, " he persisted. She knew she must answer to put a stop to this talk.Shyly, looking down she whispered loud enough for her father to hear, "Both... both..." You mean you like the length as well the thickness?... You like the whole co--... manhood?"She just nodded, blushing."Would you like to touch it and play with it for a while?"Laura liked the idea, but was hit by maximum embarrassment. How can I play with my father's cock? Oh. It wasn’t that long, was it? As we were about to sit down, we were interrupted by the principal. Mr. Stoppingham had a look on his face that meant trouble.“I am afraid that we can’t let the two of you stay here any longer. You will have to learn some self-control before we let you back into another dance.”I did mention that our school had a ‘no tolerance policy’ for just about everything, didn’t I. Well, it could have been worse than being thrown out of the dance. However, it was also common.