My wife was amazed that of all things to happen she would meet swingers trying to get away and collect her thoughts. Now, between the comments and me...eting swingers so casually, my wife began to become curious. The couple told my wife that she should come over to their house tomorrow when she hasn’t been drinking and not so filled with anxiety so that they could talk when she had a cool head. She agreed, tomorrow lunch.My wife told me all this when she got back. I was filthy from yard work. ‘I need to talk to you about something, and it’s going to be difficult for me.’ A waitress came and took Amy’s drink order while John’s mind pondered what she might say. Herpes seemed plausible. Maybe an ex she wasn’t quite done with. That would be worse than herpes, actually. ‘Look, I’m just going to jump right into this and… well, it’s a big deal because I don’t tell people about this, but it seems that by not telling you I am probably giving you the wrong message.’ She looked down at the. ."Official Secrets Act?" Grace whispered.I raised my eyebrows and shrugged my shoulders, "Bergqvist?"Neither life had anything like this, Daddy was 4F, worked at Melling Drop Forge at night and lawyered during the day ... or so he said.Or so he said!What the fuck?"Grace, David. Antler! Lunch! Wendy Burgers!" Daddy hollered from the salon, "Take off!"Grace said, "Race ya!" and was three strides away from the gangway and running like a doe in hunting season before I got untangled from the blanket. It was the strangest blowjob that I'd received up to that point. It felt like she thought she was nursing on a big nipple. There was just enough pressure on my dick that I was able to cum, and she just continued her steady suckle until she had taken all that I had to give her. I was able to finger her to a third and final orgasm before the first feature ended, and then we sat together and watched the last movie. We didn't even touch or say anything to each other during that whole second movie..