I rubbed my hand casually over my body, thinking of his touch. With every pull and tug on my nipple, I thought of his mouth at my breasts, suckling a...nd lapping at them. I made a few passes at my pussy. It was hot and not just a little wet. My finger softly stroked around my clit, moving the plump flesh that encased my hot, wet hole. I thought of how it felt when he felt between my legs, spreading me open, my heavy thighs quivering, waiting for his touch. I slowly spread the puffy lips for. ”“He tried to take over the pod,” Morgause said. “I had been limiting how much sex he got because I didn’t want him to feel like he owned me. This morning he nearly raped Clarissa. He did break her arm.”“Why did he stop?” I asked.“I have a black belt,” Morgause said proudly. “I knocked him out. He’s sitting in a chair and tied up back in my home.”“Hopefully he hasn’t wriggled free,” I said absently. “Well, we already discussed this once I believe, but I can only offer you some advice.”“Advice?”. Fantasies? I had tons of them but, obviously, I was not a card-carrying member of this elusive fantasy group.However, I am a persistent nerd, and I finally did manage. I have gathered a few amusing anecdotes throughout the years, and I thought I might share a few of them here.This is a true story in every fact and detail.My very first experience with wife sharing occurred after I answered a number of swingers’ advertisements. There must have been around a dozen or so that I responded to. I knew. “YYYYeeeeSSSSSS!” A very satisfying climax followed almost immediately, Hilary’s hands in my hair, first pushing my head away then pulling it painfully back onto her engorging slit. Suddenly I could feel rather than see movement behind me. Without lifting my mouth from Hilary’s groin, out of the corner of my eye I could see the door silently opening and someone softly sneaking into the room. I relaxed a little when I realised it was her husband Clive; he was moving along the wall, keeping.