"Man oh Man", I thought as I lifted my head off the floor to see my wife Laurels smooth black hair whipping up and down on my shaft. She had brought me to the edge of no return more than a dozen times by now, but each time works her magic and brings me back down.
She had been going at me ever since we sent the confirmation to this couple we met online, that we would be meeting them for a little real life group play this weekend. We have talked about this for years both of us liking to play with the same sex. Nothing like a little swing to spice up an already hot sex life. Ah, but right now I thinks shes wearing out and is ready to let her little Greg slip some warmth down her throat.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, damnnnnnnnn".

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Love...the slowest form of suicide.