My married friends Steve and Josie swing. No, they don't swing DANCE. They swing. Have sex with other people. Not all the time. But every chance they get.
Steve explained it to me this way: "Tango, the universe is made up of two kinds of people: people that you would fuck, and people that you wouldn't fuck. Josie and I enjoy seeking out people that we would fuck. And then fucking them. Simple as that."
But there was a spin. Steve and Josie looked for people that they would fuck, then they would fuck them together.
"Um, how exactly does that work?" I asked them one night after numerous glasses of wine. "Doesn't either one of you get jealous?"
The answer was a resounding "no." There was ultimate trust between the two. And, as Josie told me, Steve "owned her."
"He owns you? What do you mean."
What that meant was that Josie enjoyed fucking multiple men and Steve enjoyed watching her. Josie got off on being the object of desire of multiple men, and Steve enjoyed knowing that the woman whom all these men desired and pleasured belonged to HIM.
That made perfect sense to me. But I wanted an example.
Steve told me about two gentleman that frequently joined in the fun. Steve and Josie lived in a house right on Narragansett Bay. Lots of fisherman trolled for fish in the Bay. And apparently they trolled for more.
One afternoon, Steve said, he and Josie had been sitting on the deck outside their house, enjoying a glass of wine (or three) and watching the fishing boats go back and forth. Completely out of the blue, a boat, on which two fisherman worked, slowed down right in front of them.
"We have no idea why, but one of the fishermen asked if they could both come over for drinks that night. Naturally Josie and I said yes. They both ended up fucking Josie while I watched. Then we both took turns sucking and sitting on their cocks (Steve was bisexual)."
This went on for hours. It got to be so late that all four fell asleep in one tangled mass of arms and legs and cocks and pussys.
The two fisherman woke at 4am so they could get to their boat and go fishing for that day's catch. They asked Steve and Josie for a ride. They all piled into Steve's Jeep and drove to the dock, which was only 5 minutes away. Then Steve and Josie went back home, had wild monkey sex and fell asleep.
When they awoke, they found a styrofoam cooler on the deck of the house. In it were bags 4 bags of flounder, each one containing about a pound of fish.
After that, the two fisherman were frequent visitors. And Steve and Josie always had a steady supply of fresh fish.
Steve explained it to me this way: "Tango, the universe is made up of two kinds of people: people that you would fuck, and people that you wouldn't fuck. Josie and I enjoy seeking out people that we would fuck. And then fucking them. Simple as that."
But there was a spin. Steve and Josie looked for people that they would fuck, then they would fuck them together.
"Um, how exactly does that work?" I asked them one night after numerous glasses of wine. "Doesn't either one of you get jealous?"
The answer was a resounding "no." There was ultimate trust between the two. And, as Josie told me, Steve "owned her."
"He owns you? What do you mean."
What that meant was that Josie enjoyed fucking multiple men and Steve enjoyed watching her. Josie got off on being the object of desire of multiple men, and Steve enjoyed knowing that the woman whom all these men desired and pleasured belonged to HIM.
That made perfect sense to me. But I wanted an example.
Steve told me about two gentleman that frequently joined in the fun. Steve and Josie lived in a house right on Narragansett Bay. Lots of fisherman trolled for fish in the Bay. And apparently they trolled for more.
One afternoon, Steve said, he and Josie had been sitting on the deck outside their house, enjoying a glass of wine (or three) and watching the fishing boats go back and forth. Completely out of the blue, a boat, on which two fisherman worked, slowed down right in front of them.
"We have no idea why, but one of the fishermen asked if they could both come over for drinks that night. Naturally Josie and I said yes. They both ended up fucking Josie while I watched. Then we both took turns sucking and sitting on their cocks (Steve was bisexual)."
This went on for hours. It got to be so late that all four fell asleep in one tangled mass of arms and legs and cocks and pussys.
The two fisherman woke at 4am so they could get to their boat and go fishing for that day's catch. They asked Steve and Josie for a ride. They all piled into Steve's Jeep and drove to the dock, which was only 5 minutes away. Then Steve and Josie went back home, had wild monkey sex and fell asleep.
When they awoke, they found a styrofoam cooler on the deck of the house. In it were bags 4 bags of flounder, each one containing about a pound of fish.
After that, the two fisherman were frequent visitors. And Steve and Josie always had a steady supply of fresh fish.
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