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This is a funny story that actually a happened to my husband and I two years ago when we decided to get away for a week alone. At that time, our children were reaching their peak screaming-at-each-other teen years, so we made a reservation for an island resort. Frankly, it could have been at a Holiday Inn down the highway for all I cared! Just a week away from the madness at home was fine for me.

The place we chose was an all-inclusive resort that catered to couples, but when we got there we noticed we were older than most of the guests, who seemed to be in their 20s and early 30s. My husband Dan and I are both in our early 40s and we keep ourselves in great shape, working out several times a week, but we were no match for the tight bodies and bare flesh bouncing on the beach and at the pool!

Oh well, when in Rome . . . We took it good stride, and Dan didn't mind oogling at all the young hotties, nor did I! And after a day or so, we were relaxed enough that we felt just like one of the kids. I didn't even think twice about taking off my bikini top at the clothing-optional beach. And I felt a certain sense of pride when I noticed more than one of the younger guys taking notice in my full D-cup breasts.

On our third day, Dan and I were relaxing on the beach when all of the sudden I heard a familiar voice say, "Wow, what are the chances running into you guys here?"

I peered above my sunglasses to see our old babysitter, Christy. Back when she was in high school, she was our go-to girl when Dan and I needed to go out for the evening. The children loved her and we loved having her as a part of our extended family. That was six years ago and Christy still had the same cute face -- pretty blue eyes and shoulder-length hair -- but she was all woman, with a curvy figure that was all the more highlighted in her black bikini. I didn't have to look over at Dan to know he was definitely taking notice in Christy's assets! The perv!

"Mr. and Mrs. Sampson, I want you to meet my fiancée, Mark."

I was just about to scold Christy for calling us "Mr. and Mrs. anything." when I was immediately taken back by the view of her fiancée. The best way to describe Mark was as one of those models you see in magazine ads for fancy men's cologne -- young, buff, long hair, chiseled face, deep eyes. He was simply gorgeous.

"Hello, I am Mrs. . . . I mean, I am Diane," I stammered, reaching out my hand to shake. His large hands seemed to swallow my fingers and he said, "Nice to meet the both of you"

We invited Christy and Mark to sit down and relax with us and they accepted our offer. At first, it was just slightly awkward -- the gap in years seemed to limit our conversations to small talk, weather, etc. But after sharing a couple of great memories and laughs, it was like old friends getting together for drinks. Turns out Mark and Christy had just gotten engaged and wanted to sneak out of town for a "pre-honeymoon" trip.

"Please, don't say anything to my folks! They would kill me if they knew we did this. They think we are visiting college friends in Florida," Christy said.

"No worries," I said. "We were once young, too." I laughed, but I could have sworn my last comment had earned me an up-and-down glance from Mark's deep eyes. I must admit, I was looking pretty good: on this particular day I was wearing my best bikini, a flowered-print number that showed off my curves very nicely. Not bad for 42, I thought.

This being the middle of July in islands, it didn't take long for the beach to heat up. Christy suggested that we all take a swim, but I said I would like to get some sun on my back, since my front had been getting most of the sun for the past hour. So I laid out on my belly while Mark, Christy and Dan ventured into the clear blue waters. I could hear them all laughing in the distance as I drifted off to a semi-sleep in this island paradise . . .

"Owwwwww!" That was the sound that woke me. I looked up and saw Christy hobbling back to our chairs on one leg, her arm around Mark She looked to be a bit of discomfort, but I wouldn't call it serious pain.

"I stepped on a rock in the ocean and I twisted my ankle," she said, settling into the chair.

OK, one thing you need to know about island resorts is they generally have few or no lifeguards around. So if you hurt yourself, you are pretty much on your own until you call for help. Oh, and you also need to know that Christy, for all her wonderful qualities, is a drama queen of the highest order. Every nick, cut and bruise she has ever received in her life has probably felt like a life-threatening injury to her.

"Can you put pressure on it?" I asked.

"Yes, but it feels sore."

"Well, it's definitely not broken, then. Probably just a twist or sprain. You should probably get some ice on it and keep it elevated," I said.

Because they booked their room at the last second, Mark and Christy's bungalow was on the other side of the resort, near the entrance. Dan and I, however, were located right near the beach, so we offered our room if Christy wanted to ice her leg and get her ankle up on a chair or something. That way she could return to the beach if she was feeling better in an hour or so.

"I can help get you settled," Dan offered, perhaps a bit too quickly. I was just about to shoot him an accusing glance when Mark said, "That would be great since the airline lost some of our luggage and I was supposed to check back at the lobby by noon to see where our bags went."

So the two men put their arms around Christy and helped her back to our bungalow. She was clearly enjoying the "damsel in distress" role and even kept saying, "Ow . . . oh. . . ow" as they walked off together. I just rolled my eyes and thought, I hope Mark is ready for a lifetime of that!

After about a half-hour or so, I was still on the beach, alone with my book. Mark was probably off arguing with some concierge or airline rep, Christy was resting her ankle . . . but where was my husband? I got up and took a stroll around the beach and pool, but didn't see a trace of him. Then I thought, maybe he's still with Christy, who is ordering him around to help her aching ankle.

So I went back to our bungalow. Because we are so close to the beach, we would keep our windows open during the day to let the salt air breeze fill the room. So as I walked up to our porch, I could hear a sound coming from inside. At first, it sounded like someone was hurt, which made sense since Christy would definitely be playing up her injury. But the voice was male! And the more I heard it, the more it sounded like pleasure, not pain.

If I live to be 100, I will never forget the sight as I peaked through the porch curtains. My husband of 20 years was lying on his back, his bathing shorts down at his ankle . . . and Christy's mouth wrapped around his cock! Her pretty head was bobbing up and down on the thick shaft, her hands cupping his balls, while my husband just let out his familiar moan. "Mmmmmmmmmm, that is fuckin great," he said, running his left hand through Christy's head. Christy's bikini top was off and Dan's right hand was playing with her breasts, and you could tell she was loving that.

"Do you like this?" she said with mock innocence, looking into his eyes.

"Yes, oh fucking yes!" Dan replied.

Now, there was a part of me that wanted to burst into that room and tell that whore to get off my husband's cock. Besides, her ankle didn't seem to be bothering her at all now! But there was another part of me that was getting incredibly turned on by the sight of another woman, especially one so young and so beautiful, making love to my husband's cock. Dan and I have always had an agreement that extracurricular sex was fine, as long as it was just sex. We have dabbled in some swapping/lifestyle activities over the years, so we know that having good, fun sex outside our marriage is OK, even healthy, for a relationship.

And how could I really blame Christy? Of my husband's many assets, his thick, large cock is definitely in his Top 10! I would say it is at least 8 inches, and very wide. One look at that big rod and Christy probably couldn't resist giving him a blowjob. She was doing a pretty good job, too, working her tongue all over the thickness, his balls, even his ass. What a dirty slut, I thought.

I knew my hubby couldn't last much longer because I could hear his moans starting to get closer together. So Christy took the cue and started pumping his cock with her hand, while continuing to wrap her mouth around the head.

"Owwwwww, shit! Dan yelled -- probably loud enough to be heard on the beach -- as the first gusher of cum blew from his cock. The rope hit Christy in the face, as she continued to pump with her hand. "Fuck!" he said, as more cum flowed from his cock and onto Christy's face and mouth. She tried to take some into her mouth, but you could tell she hadn't advanced to that stage of lovemaking yet.

I didn't want to be caught peaking in, so I quietly tip-toed off the porch and back to my beach chair. Just then I saw Mark walking up from the hotel and I felt like I should distract him, so Dan and Christy can recover from what I just saw. The idea of me covering for my husband who just received a blowjob from our 22-year-old former babysitter was funny, to say the least, but these are the things you do in a marriage!

So I engaged Mark in a bit of small talk. Turns out the luggage was found at the airport, but there was a hassle getting it back to the hotel. As he was talking, it appeared Mark was staring right at my tits! This has happened many times before in my life, but it just stunned me that someone was so open about it. Then again, it made me feel good that someone so young and attractive found me attractive.

"Hey," Dan said, walking over to the beach chair, "Christy seems to be doing much better. She should be out in no time."

Yeah, right, I thought to myself. I know *you* are better, you old perv!

"Thanks for taking care of her, Dan," Mark said.

If only you knew, I thought.

A few minutes later Christy limped out and the party resumed, no one the wiser (except for me). I wasn't mad a Christy, and if I really didn't want her to suck my husband's cock, I could have stopped her. But I am also a competitive person, so I considered Christy's act to be a challenge to me. It didn't take but a few seconds for me to figure out my next step.

I needed to suck Mark's cock!

Christy, of all people, actually gave me all the opening I needed when she said Mark signed up for the nature walk tour that afternoon. "I hate those things, so he's going to take the tour by himself," she said.

"Well, I can come along . . . if you would like company," I said, putting on my best innocent face for Mark.

"Sure, Mrs. . . I mean Diane. I wasn't looking forward to hanging out with a bunch of strangers all day," he said.

So after lunch, Mark and I left Dan and Christy at the beach and walked over to where the nature walk tour was forming. I had changed into shorts and a very tight tank top, and Mark was wearing baggy black shorts and a white t-shirt that accented his muscular frame. (And whatever cologne he was wearing smelled damn good!) I even laughed on the way over, "Hey, it looks like your mom is chaperoning your field trip."

"As beautiful as you are, no one is going to confuse you for my mother!" he said.

My heart fluttered a bit at that comment and I thanked him.

The tour itself was nice enough -- we walked through a section of the large resort that was set up like a rain forest, with birds, trees, flowers of every color. It was quite beautiful, but you know the story -- once you have seen one flamingo, you have seen them all! After a bit, I said to Mark that it would be nice to have a drink, or at least a rest. He agreed, and suggested we break off from the tour group to find our way back to a bar.

Well, we tried to find out way back, but we got disoriented and found ourselves only deeper in the woods. I have zero sense of direction and it turns out Mark isn't much better. After walking a bit, I tried to make light of our predicament and said, "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you are trying to get me alone." I laughed.

Mark just looked at me and said, "Can you blame a guy for trying?"

"Well, as young as the women are at this resort, you would be pretty busy dragging them back here before your scr*ped the bottom of the barrel with an old broad like me!"

"No, Mrs. Sampson, I mean Diane! You are gorgeous. Really. In fact . . . " his voice trailed.

"What?" I asked.

"No . . . nevermind," he said, blushing now.

"No, tell me!" I felt like some schoolgirl at the high school dance.

"Well, when we were on the nude beach earlier, I was really hoping you would take off your top. That's all," he said.

"Hmmmm, you like my breasts?" I asked.

"Yes, they are great," Mark said.

"Well . . . " And I just pulled off my tank top and bra, letting my large tits hang out on the warm air.

"Wow," Mark said. "They are even better than I had imagined."

"Now, it's your turn," said.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Take off those shorts and let's see if you are as nice as *I* had imagined!"

Without any protest, Mark dropped his shorts and I immediately noticed two things: Young men apparently don't wear underwear these days and this young man had one huge cock. It was only semi-erect and it appeared very large already, even larger than Dan's thick cock.

"Oh my," I uttered. "That is a big, healthy, young cock you have there!"

"Thank you."

I pondered my next move, but all I could think of was asking a direct question: "Do you mind if I touch it?"

"Please!" he responded.

I reached out an grabbed the thickness and could actually feel it stiffening in my hand, so I continued to gently jerk it. The feeling of his cock skin gliding back and forth in my hand was incredible! At the same time, Mark reached out and back to message my breasts, starting with nipples and then working the whole thing. It felt wonderful and almost immediately our mouths met for a long, passionate kiss.

When our mouths parted, I looked down at his now hard, fully erect cock, which must have been 10 inches! It was an amazing sight. So I did what came naturally, and just dropped to my knees, taking Mark’s manhood into my mouth. It felt wonderful, licking his hard, young shaft and his balls. Tonguing that large thing took some time, and deep-throating it was a challenge, but after a few seconds I was in full porno slut mode.

He must have loved my technique because his moans started getting louder and louder, so I quickly stared with the head bob back and forth, cupping his balls in my hand. "Oh Diane. You are a great cocksucker. Christy could never do it like this," he said. That last comment made me even wilder with passion, so the pace of my mouth over his cock got even faster and I brought my hand up to pump the shaft.

"Oh, I am gonna cum!" he said, just before clenching his hips and filling my mouth with the first blast of his seed. He tasted very good, so I rewarded him by swallowing his load. And then he came again and again. (Young men cum a lot more than old men!) And I tried to get as much as I could down my throat. What I couldn't fit into my belly drooled off the side of my mouth and down on my tits.

"Oh Diane, that was amazing!" Mark said, pulling me up to his face. We kissed deeply again, and it was so hot having the taste of his sperm in our mouths. "I want to return the favor."

I wasn't planning on fucking Mark, just getting back at Christy and Dan oral play, and having some fun of my own. So for a second, I thought Mark was trying shove that big cock into me. But he was still soft, so I knew this boy wanted to eat my pussy!

He asked me to lay on the ground and he tugged off my shorts. (I wasn't wearing underwear, either!). What he saw was my shaved pussy, with a very small puddle of wetness forming at the entrance.

He got down on top of me and started kissing what felt like very inch of my body -- my lips, ears, neck, shoulders, breasts, arms, legs, belly hips, etc. It was a wonderful tour of my senses, ending with his tongue settling on my sensitive clit, which he gently swirled and blew air on. Oh, it felt so good. Mark might have been a little rushed with his technique, but it was a great technique just the same! He worked my clit and then put his fingers in my pussy and ass. My hips buckled and I screamed with passion and waves of orgasms rushed through my body. Finally, I exploded and could actually feel the juices pouring out of my body. What a mind-blowing orgasm!

Mark looked up at me and smiled because he knew he got the job done. He kisses started working their way back up my body, with my belly and breasts getting careful attention from his warm lips. He then kissed me on the lips, at first softly, and then with our mouths open and tongues dancing. He was so gentle and subtle, I didn't even notice his now-hard cock was just inches away from my soaking-wet pussy.

I was brought back to reality as he spread my thighs with his knees. I protested, "No, we shouldn't . . . " He just smiled and continued to move forward. "No Mark, we really can't . . . " His cock was now leaning at the entrance of my sopping wet pussy. "No, this is wr . . . " And with one hard thrust, his thick, hard cock pierced into my body, giving my an almost-instant orgasm.

I was fucked. Literally.

As I felt Mark's cock fill my pussy, I instinctively kissed his mouth long and hard, shoving my tongue practically into his throat. I also threw my legs into the air and wrapped them around his firm waist as he started to slide his huge cock back and forth into me. It felt great, almost heavenly, having this young stud fucking me, a woman old enough to be his mother. I wrapped my hands around his neck, coaxing him to fuck me deeper and harder with his thick cock.

But young men never last very long -- this I remembered from own youthful days -- so I knew Mark wouldn't be able to take too much. Still he surprised me with his skill, even fingering my sensitive ass and clit as he kept shoving that monster into me. It felt great, incredibly filling, and I a series of orgasms rippled through me. Then I felt Mark's orgasm building, so I said, "Please, babe, cum in me." And that was all the dirty talk it took for him to drop another load, this one deep and warm inside my pussy.

We cuddled and kissed for a bit, and then decided we should get back to the beach soon, in case anyone starts wondering what happened to us.

"Thanks, Diane," Mark said, unaware of my original plans or the fact that his fiancee was sucking my husband's cock earlier in the day.

"Thank you, babe," I said. "And let's keep this our little secret . . . at least, for now."

By the time we cleaned up and got back to the beach, Dan and Christy were engaged in a conversation about dinner. It was decided that the four of us would go out that evening to one of the resort's nicer restaurants -- a quaint, steak-and-seafood place on the edge of the property, near the beach.

As I showered to get ready for dinner, I couldn't help feeling both slutty and liberated at the same time. Yes, I fucked a younger man who was engaged to my old babysitter, but it also was some of the best sex ever! And his fiancé blew my husband, so turnabout is fair play, in my book. Just recalling the experience was making me horny again, so I started to gently rub my own clit in the shower as the warm water flowed over my skin.

I decided to wear a Polynesian-style sundress I picked up before the trip. The dress had an open back, so I decided to go without a bra and -- feeling a little raunchy -- I decided to skip underwear as well. Nothing like letting the breeze flow by your pussy, I thought, giggling to myself. Dan was looking pretty hot, too, in his polo shirt and tight khakis, and he was wearing a nice new cologne that filled the room.

"You look great, honey," he said to me, squeezing my ass cheek through the dress. "I guess you must be wearing a thong."

"Try again, genius!" I responded, with a wink.

"Oh, nice!"

When we arrived at the restaurant, we were greeted by Christy and Mark in the lobby. Mark's tan body looked fabulous in his tight tan pants and blue designer T-shirt shirt. Christy, meanwhile, looked absolutely stunning in sheer black cocktail dress that made me feel a bit underdressed! I knew Dan was a fan of Christy's outfit, too, because I kept catching him taking glances at the plunging neckline, which perfectly accented Christy's ample breasts.

Dinner was excellent, and we decided to get the party started with rounds of margaritas and the occasional tequila shot. Mark and Christy recounted us with the story of how they met and their courtship. Dan and I returned the favor, telling them about our crazy youthful days. As the drinks continued, the stories got a little racier. Dan and I told a story about how our parents walked in on us making love on their couch and then Christy allowed that something similar happened to the two of them last summer. (Christy's parents are little on the uptight side, so I can only imagine how uncomfortable that moment could have been!)

Following dinner, we had a few more drinks at the beach bar, and then Dan suggested we grab a bottle of tequila and take it back to our bungalow's private hot tub.

"I don't know," Christy said, her voice just starting to slur from all the drinks. "Our bathing suits are on the other side of the property at our room.

"No big deal," Dan replied, obviously feeling a bit bold after drinking all that courage. "We can skinny dip!"

I giggled a bit at that comment, to ease any tension anyone was feeling. But Mark jumped in and said, "Sounds OK with me!" Christy shot him a brief look of shock, but he smiled at her and said, "Don't worry, we're all friends."

We took the short walk back to our villa, bottle of tequila in hand. The hot tub is located in the rear of the building, out in the open air, but guarded by a fence and palm trees, allowing us total privacy. I suggested to Dan that we be the good hosts and allow our guests to get in while we turn our backs. Dan and Christy took off their clothes, threw them over the patio chairs, and settled into the tub, letting us know when it was OK to turn around and join them.

"OK, now you two have to look away too!" I said, a little embarrassed, even after all that booze.

"Sure," Mark said, so he and Christy spun around and stared at the fence while Dan and I quickly disrobed and slipped into the tub.

The bubbles of the hot tub guarded our modesty; it was hard to see beneath the surface. Still, I could tell Christy was feeling a bit self-conscious about it all, slouching low in her seat so no one could see her breasts. So I started teasing her a bit.

"What's wrong, Christy? Hiding something?" I giggled.

"Well, it just feels a little weird, that's all," she said.

"Well, I tell you what, I will show mine if you will show yours."

I could see the men's eyes widen immediately at that comment, and they both started to beg us to show off our “assets.” I figured I might as well lead the way, I stood up out of the tub, my naked body for all to see.

“Wow, Diane, you have a hot body!” Christy said. “I’m sure Mark would agree.”

“Um, yes, Diane, you are quite beautiful,” he stammered.

I sat back down in the tub and said, “Well, I have to be honest with everyone here, since it appears I’m the only one who knows the whole story. Earlier today, I walked back to the bungalow and found Christy sucking Dan’s cock.” Christy’s mouth dropped, Dan’s eyes widened with concerned and Mark shot Christy of look of horror.

“Before anyone gets mad, you need to know a couple of things. One, I’m not upset. Christy is a beautiful young woman and I have no problem with Dan finding her sexually attractive, even if it means acting on those desires. Dan and I have tried swinging in the past and we firmly believe there is a difference between sex and love.”

Then, I looked at Christy and said, “Secondly, there’s something you and my husband don’t know. Today on the nature tour, I decided to get in some revenge and suck Mark’s cock. Which is exactly what happened, except we got a little out of control and ended up making love in the woods.”

The looks of disbelief on everyone’s faces -- except mine! -- were almost comical. I knew I had to remove the tension in the room, so I said, “Since all that is out of the way, what do you want to do next?”

There was a pause for a few seconds, and then finally Dan said, “Well, I know how bad this is going to sound, but I would really like to fuck Christy.” I smiled and said, “It’s OK with me, hon, but I think our guests should have some say in this.”

“I have no problem,” Mark said, glancing at his fiance for her ruling.

Christy bit her a lip a bit, looked up to Dan and said, “I would love that, Mr. Sampson. Ever since I worked for you guys, I used to fantasize about making love to you after you drove me home. I even masturbated at night, thinking about getting crazy with you in the back seat of your car.”

That’s all the opening Dan needed! So he stood up out of the tub, revealing his raging hardon. Christy smiled, took his hand and stood up in front of him. Her big tits are gorgeous, with the wet glistening shimmer from the moonlight making them look even more impressive.”

Dan led Christy out of the tub, through the sliding glass doorway and onto our bed, where they started to immediately make passionate love to each other. Dan knew she probably had her share of wild, hard sex, so he decided to go slow and patient with her, touching her smooth skin and gently kissing her body. I was almost mesmerized watching my husband please Christy.

Finally, Dan got Christy in a position where her legs were spread wide on the bed and his mouth on her pussy. Dan is a champion pussy eater and Christy responded with loud moans that gave way to out-and-out screams of pleasure. Dan was surely working her clit and vagina in ways that Mark never had before.

“Oh, Mr. Sampson, lick my pussy. This is heaven!” Christy cried. For some reason, it just seemed hooter that she was still calling Dan by his formal name.

I knew Christy was about to cum and I didn’t want to miss that, but I also knew it’s not often in life that you get left alone in a hot tub with a twentysomething stud! Not to mention one who was, at that moment, fingering my own pussy and nibbling on my neck and ears.

I also knew that I wanted to fuck this boy again, but this time I wanted it the way most people his age fuck -- hard, fast and nasty. Frankly, I wanted to get used like some frat house slut after she had too many drinks. So I turned around, lifted my ass above the tub water, inviting Mark to slam his cock into me doggy style.

And that’s just what he did. There was no lovemaking involved here, just hard fucking. The sound of the splashing water and slapping flesh was only surpassed by the unbelievable sensation of having this young man’s cock buried in me for the second time today.

“Oh Mark, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I grunted.

“Yeah, baby, you like my young cock?” he asked.

“Yes! Keep just keep pounding me!” I said.

I knew I was reaching my climax and was pretty sure Mark was near his. I figured this might be the last time I ever get to be with this man again, so I asked -- or rather, I demanded -- that he cum in my mouth again.

So I turned around just in time to catch the first rope of jizz splash into my throat. Then another, then another. He was like a faucet of cum! But he tasted good and his grunts of passion just made me more willing to swallow all of his juices.

As we were finishing up, I noticed that Dan and Christy progressed from Dan eating Christy to Christy sucking Dan’s cock and now Dan preparing to fuck Christy. It was a hot scene as I watched my husband guide his thick cock into his young lover‘s wet pussy.

“Mmmmmmmm, that feels so good, Mr. Sampson,” Christy cooed. “You are so thick. I can feel every inch of your cock.”

“Yeah, and so are so tight. I think my cock is going to explode!” Dan responded.

Very quickly they were locked in a steady fucking motion, with Christy’s smooth legs wrapped around Dan’s body and both their mouths engaged in a long kiss that was only broken when Christy started moaning deeper and deeper.

“Ohhhhhhhhh, that feels so good. You are suck a great fucker,” she said.

“Thanks, I have had lots of practice,” Dan said, with a wry laugh.

Dan then instructed Christy to turn over so he could fuck her from behind. Just watching him enter her pussy doggy style was enough to make me wet all over again. As his cock slid into Christy, I could see her eyes wince and mouth open.

“Ohhhhhh fuck, I think I’m going to cum,” she moaned.

“Same here, honey,” Dan said.

I watched in amazement as Christy’s ass started to shake and she buried her head into the bed’s pillow. She was having a glorious orgasm, with her saying over and over, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeee . . . “

By the look on Dan’s face, I knew my husband was about to cum, too. So he pulled his cock out of her pussy and gave it two jerks before waves of jizz shot all over Christy’s back. He let out a yell of pleasure as he slowly pulled on his cock a few last times, the final trickles of cum spilling into Christy’s ass crack.

The rest of the night was sort of a blur, as the tequila continued to flow with the sex turning into a four-way orgy. I was impressed with Dan’s stamina, as he had two more orgasms that night, including his first-ever try at anal sex, burying his cock into Christy’s ass until they both came. (Christy later told us anal is a very big thing among the younger people.) Meanwhile, at one point I sucked off Dan while Mark gave me one more good fucking. What an evening!

After the trip, we got together with Mark and Christy from time to time for various swapping encounters and we have continued to this day. They have even introduced us to other younger, open-minded couples. It's been great every time.

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