His decision to get "fixed" was an open admission we would try swinging to which I gave inferred consent by not disagreeing. My possibility of getting... pregnant wasn’t discussed. Why his having a vasectomy justified our swinging was irrational but accepted by us both. It was the go past go Chance card. If he did it, swinging followed.After recovery from his snipping, referred by him as “chop-chop”, he overtly planned swinging, part of his post-op schedule. His two little testicle scars were our. The clothes fell to the floor and she looked in the mirror and say the reflection of a very sexy woman with very pert breast and two erect nipples. She was also aware that the hair covering her clit was very damp and she felt in need of a cock inside her. Her brown body glistened in the warmth of the bedroom as she decided to take her bath and then see how she felt. Brandi returned to the bath and slowly submerged into the foam until she was covered in suds and the water had reached the rim of. Lucinda was floating above her body, a disembodied consciousness with no discernible form, watching her zombie body be seduced dispassionately. Alice looked directly upwards at nothingness but knowing Lucinda was there laughed, “Thank god my old dad sent me up the chimney fuck knows what you’d a done with my bones gal.”The words didn’t touch Lucinda. And Lucinda knew what really happened to the bones. The euphoria had gone, she now felt weightless and cool and calm, as if she’d plopped her. I went to the couch and sulked.A half hour later I went back to the bedroom. She was laying on her belly. I pulled her panties off slowly and gently climbed on top of her, her skinny legs between mine. She was stirring. I fondled her butt cheeks. I squeezed my cock in between her thighs. She was moaning a little as she woke up. She turned to look. I pressed her down onto the bed. She let a longer moan. I found my way into her pussy. Her moan got louder. And I fucked her silly.A few awkward.