“I suppose. We’ll have plenty of time, won’t we?”“Of course.” She made to roll off me. “Stay where you are. This is perfect.”She humme...d in her throat and sprawled atop me. The nearest I can get to a description is a cat I used to know, which seemed almost boneless when she relaxed. Not long after this I realised that her breathing had settled and she was asleep. I wasn’t far behind.Waking in the morning, I was happy with the tousle-haired, gently smiling woman snuggled up next to me. After a. Suddenly, my past life past in front of me with terror. She noticed and I confided to her that my past sexual life wasn’t nearly so thought out and safe. The strange men my partners had brought into parties with me as the center could have … She hugged me and gave me the affirmation I was already thinking, thank goodness for Nick taking me away from all that.The group was strictly sharing. Some of the time it was swapping after dinner and dancing, wives going off with a different husband for. Maggi and I loved kissing, but for Maggi it was more of a means to an end, it didn’t matter what else was going on, if we started kissing passionately we would end up fucking, sucking or both, somehow we would make each other cum.As Nat and I kissed she would whisper to me whatever was on her mind and I would respond, often we would just share our thoughts, sometimes we would tease each other and other times we would try to see if we could turn each other on by talking sexy.Natalie and I. To unadventurous women the same acts are abuses a woman should be rescued from. Never the less they are what Katharine said in our bedroom romps that she craves. I know that in the real world my wife is in among a large group of women. Women that University sex studies tell us are secretly craving the same things my wife craves, but most likely hide it even from their husbands. Katherine's slutty pleasures are an assortment degrading acts of exploitation and subjugation, debasement,.