Change Of Luck Part 2 - Sex Stories

Change Of Luck Part 2

... during sex, I will enjoy that. If you try to force me to do something I don't want, it stops being fun, and I am done." "So what won't you do?" she asked. I smiled. "I won't have sex in a department store changing room where it's likely we will get caught and then the police show up and charges are filed and I have to stand in front of some mean-ass judge to explain why I think deviant behavior is acceptable." "So it wasn't your wife?" she asked with an amazed tone. "No, not at all. She will tease me when she finds out I didn't let you seduce me there." "So she'd be okay with it?" "She is good with a lot of things. Do you know, one time she had sex with a guy in a bathroom at a strip club and they almost got caught? When she sat with me again, I told her how close it had been, and she had another orgasm just thinking about getting caught." "What? You were there? You let her go do that? Why would you do that?" "Asks my dirty angel! Because she wanted to, and it made her happy, and because we know we can trust each other." "Did she let you go have sex in the bathroom?" "Oh, she would have let me. There's no chance in hell that I would have, though. What if I got caught?" We both laughed. "So, do you watch her having sex with other men?" "Not the way you're thinking. I have seen her with other men, but I was busy with their wives at the time." "You two are swingers? Does she watch you having sex?" "Yes, and I guess." "So, you’re okay with being watched?" "Sort of. If there are ...

... too many people watching, I get nervous and lose focus." "Okay. So, what if it was just Roger, watching us?" "That would probably work out." "What if I was busy being mean to him?" "I don't know. What I mean is, we can try, if it makes you happy. There are a lot of possibilities when two men and a woman play together. Just understand that I won't accept any guy on guy anything, and I won't taste man cum." I think she saw how uncomfortable I was with the topic of conversation. Her eyes lit up with her naughty smile. "So I probably shouldn't try to punish Roger by making him lick our cum off of your cock, right?" "Things will turn ugly if you do. Is that the special breakfast you promised him?" She actually blushed. "No," she stammered, "that's something else, and I didn't promise." I saw an opportunity to turn her teasing back on her, so I pushed. "What exactly does he want then?" Her face turned even redder. "Well," she answered very quietly, "he wants to lick your cum from inside my ass." "Is that something you want," I asked, half way between playful and serious. "I don't know. Things only get that far between Roger and I if we are being really dirty. I have never had anything bigger than him in there, and you are a lot bigger than he is. Sometimes I cum really hard when he fucks my ass. Sometimes it just hurts, but I don't stop him because I want to punish him when he finishes. I told you I am not an angel." "Nor am I a saint. Yet we both have to go to work in the morning. ...