It All Began With A Taste
Conversations with a neighbor leads to smelling his wife's pussy on his cock and swapping wives.
My name is Ken, and now at the age of forty-five, I’ve been looking back on the unusual way an enjoyable swinging sexual relationship began with my neighbors, Paul and Emma. I was thirty-five at the time, and my wife, Sarah, was thirty-three. We were, and still are, living in a middle-class neighborhood in a suburb of Omaha. I was fortunate to get a job in the corporate office of a multinational conglomerate holding compa...