'Swinging London, Real life Story Sex Parties'

I was balls deep in my neighbor's Wanda's pussy when my beautiful black wife walked in on us going at it on the dining room table. The first I knew about it was when I heard her say 'A-hem!' I stopped and turned a sheepish face toward the door, where she was standing with her hands on her hips. 'Damn you, Reg!' she shouted. 'What do you think you're doing?"

I shrugged.

"You two always get the best spot, you bastard! Now where do we fuck?'

Bob, Wanda's husband, walked up behind my wife and took her boobs in her large hands. 'We can 'ave our boink in the bedroom, girlie,' said Bob, 'after all that's what it's for.'

'There's just something about shagging on the table,' she pouted. 'Something that makes me extra hot.'

'Yer extra hot already, darlin',' Bob said, sliding a finger into her. Grinning, I turned away and went back to my own business, and soon heard the distant sound of bedsprings squeaking.

I pounded into Wanda's cunt as hard as I could, relishing the tight squeeze. Don't mean to brag, but my cock's got a bit on Bob's in length and girth, so I was able to plumb new depths there. The really exciting thing, though, was the knowledge of whom I was fucking. It's weird how life works: Wanda was my schoolteacher back when I was a kid, see, and a fine-looking piece of arse she was then, too. All the lads dreaded having to do problems on the blackboard, because too often we'd have a teacher-derived stiffy to deal with.

If anyone had told me then I'd be shagging the schoolmarm 20 years on, I'd have told him he was daft. And yet here we were, going at it like there was no tomorrow, with her shouting at the top of her lungs, 'Give it to me! Give me that big cock!'

See, when you're a swinger in a small town, you have to make do with what you've got. Barb and I, we'd spent a couple of years in London, and by the time we'd come back home, we'd developed a taste for swinging. It took a few discrete inquiries to find a local swinger's club, and what we got were Wanda and Bob. Now we're a club of four, and meet in whoever's home we care to. Sure, they're old enough to be our parents, but they're probably the most fit swingers we've ever met, with plenty of stamina and all kinds of tricks to teach.

Now Wanda was shouting, 'Give me a faceful of juice, Reg! I want to taste some schoolboy cum!' Well, that sent me over the edge, I'll tell you. I pulled out, and spurted several hot, powerful jets over her pert boobs and face. I watched with wonder as she lapped up my cream, with an expression of bliss on her face.

Damn, if I could've seen her looking at me like that 20 years ago, I'd've fainted dead away from pleasure!