We kept to ourselves for a couple of years but reminisced about some the experiences that we actually enjoyed. We continued to stay away from those ac...tivities and decided that if the conditions were right we might give sharing another try.You notice that I always refer to the activity as sharing. We didn't consider ourselves to be swingers. Suk and I defined swinging as a high production fucking of another's wife or husband. There was little friendship, but rather the exploitation of each. After rifling thru the usual spam and bullshit messages from friends and relatives, I decided to check some of my favorite adult websites. I like a combination of erotic stories and pictures so I had several different websites up simultaneously. I like beautiful women of all shapes, sizes and color, but I'm also very comfortable exploring the "wilder" side of things including group, bi, and gay sexual themes. My wife is quite straight-laced so she would faint if she ever knew I was looking at. Neither Tom nor Ed looked over, but Ed said, "Did you hear that? Jacob has a gun pointing at your chest, too. Why don't you put the gun down, or do you just hate to lose that much?" Tom smiled and said, "Why don't you look again? That wasn't Mr. Fenning's pistol that you heard." Ed quickly looked and his eyes got big. Jacob Fenning was sitting with his pistol half out of his holster and John had his pistol resting against the back of his head.Ed looked back at Tom and grinned, "Well, it seems. “Good evening, Nancy.” he greeted her. His voice had a baritone firmness that mine lacked.“Good evening, Peter,” she replied.I couldn't tell if she was aroused, but she was happy to see him. It was a slightly nervous happy.“You look beautiful,” he went on, standing in the doorway.“Thank you,” she replied, with a nervous nod. “Thank you, and you look nice, too.”There was an awkward moment as we all stood there at the door before she asked him to come in and she closed the door.“This is my.