”“Boner is an old-fashioned word, Sam. It sounds better to say cock; can you do that for me? Tell me what you want from me?”“I want ... your b...ig cock ... your huge cock, up inside me; fill my cunt with your big meat and fill me with your sperm,” she said hauntingly, blushing when she said cock, cunt and sperm.“Very good,” I said. “That will come easier as we do it more and more.”“We’re going to do more than once?”“If you want, we will,” I told her. “We can do it all the time, we both need to be. " I'm sorry! I didn't know you were having a guest. Should I put the dinner away to keep warm while we wait?" What's the trouble? Aren't you hungry enough to eat yet? Pete and I were talking while you were finishing up out here. He pointed out how dangerous it is to eat when the cook doesn't. So as your punishment you have to eat with us from now on." Jan's eyes were dancing as she added, "And you can bet your last dime that if you don't eat something, we won't eat it, either."When they sat. "Andi took a deep breath and, looking down, began. "Dee, you see, Dean and I take a rather unorthodox approach to marriage and sex that doesn't jive with some people's definition of what 'normal' is." She paused and raised her face to check Dee's reaction."You mean ... you're swingers? But I thought you were still newlyweds," Dee asked, retaining a skeptical, but still curious expression."The term 'swinger' doesn't even come close to describing how we see things," Andi said, at least mildly. The following Monday, she called me at the office and I suggested a time and place for her to pick me up and she told me what she'd be driving. I was pleasantly surprised later that morning when I climbed into the passenger seat of her minivan and discovered that she was wearing the dress from the Christmas party."Even sexier now then you were that night," I told her."That's because I'm not wearing any panties this time," she replied, watching me to gauge my reaction."I'll be verifying that,.