I only raised her. That’s where the fun starts, so to speak. We were swingers. Marilyn and I were swingers for many years. The first five or so year...s we were still madly in love with one another. But afterwards, something changed, a little that we did something not many couples do. We hooked up with our neighbors. Marilyn loved me. There’s no denying that. I absolutely adored her too. But we met our neighbors, did the neighborly thing, and we had parties and we hung out and talked. She and I. Ik kreunde nogmaals, en heftig. Ik had dit nog nooit gevoeld, maar de sensatie was zo prikkelend dat ik het zeker opnieuw wilde voelen. En ik wilde meer voelen. ‘Wil je me niet neuken?’ Het was eruit voordat ik zelfs beseft had dat ik deze woorden had gesproken. Maar dat was alles wat Inge nodig had. Ze zette haar pik tegen me aan en duwde. Het ging makkelijk. Geen pijn, geen weerstand, alleen het vreemde gevoel dat ik helemaal werd gevoeld. Maar dat voelde niet onprettig aan. Het veroorzaakte. "What a massive load! How do you do that?!" He laughed, and I did the same."I don't know," I replied, and leaning over to kiss his wife's nipples, and then her plump, inviting lips. "I just do!"Cindy smiled into my face. "Steve's jealous." She said not so much as a taunt, though it partly was, a playful one!"Well," he said, laughing slightly as he sat up on the end of the bed, "I am sort of jealous! Okay? I'll admit to that! Is that so wrong?" No," Cindy said. "It's actually good! It's good. " I was going to anyway, woman, but thank you for reminding me," I moaned back, laying a string of kisses on her shoulders and neck. "Oh, I love you, Emma. I love you, I love you, and I love you some more." Damn, get a room, you two," Ms. Lewis joked."Hey, Ms. Lewis, we're having a moment, eat one of those beavers, and shut it." Yes, bossy," she responded, before eating me out again."No, I'm extra bossy, Ms. Lewis," Emma made clear, gently pushing her face off my slit.Then she had us both sit.