I’m well aware that my parents have sex, you know. Not only frequently, but enthusiastically, and I think they’re both getting a little extra on t...he side, Mom from Mr. Kowalski and Dad from Mrs. K, though I don’t have any direct proof. The four of them seem to be aware of what’s going on, so I’ve started to relax and not worry about Abby becoming my stepsister. I wonder if Abby knows her parents are swinging with mine. I’m guessing she doesn’t. She’d be an even worse bitch if she did,. He got me off a few times, and I think I fell asleep after he came, because I don't remember twisting over to clean him up--a duty that I once would have never considered, but something that I considered a special treat with Jim.The next morning, I woke up, completely relaxed. I went to the bathroom and once again stared at myself in the mirror. Did I truly deserve somebody as wonderful and attentive as Jim? I know I was lucky that he loved me, but I still had some doubts that I was worthy of. Then he would remove his hand and lick the mixed juices that had oozed out of my cunt since our communal shower. Usually, by the second or third time that he touched me my orgasm would sweep through my body and I would somehow have to stop myself from screaming in the busy restaurant. After dinner we would all go to his room and drink more champagne from his mini-bar. Then we would have the most exciting fuck of the evening, with my husband fucking my arse while Kevin fucked my cunt. After that. Although it was deliberate, I tried to sound like it was genuine mistake and pretended to be very sorry that it happened. “Oh, I am sorry, man. How silly of me! Oh my God! I got you all wet”, I urged. “Oh.. it’s ok.. it will dry off.”, he said but not much happily. “No no. let me help. Why don’t you take off your shirt? I will put it in the dryer and It will come out dry like before in 10 min, while you show me the demo on your laptop”, I offered. He was reluctant but I insisted over and over.