10-1 Car keys on the table - Sex Stories

10-1 Car keys on the table

... souvenir, wiping them first on her cunt's liquids) with large labia hanging down. They looked very moist and juicy. Successful forecast!!

She proceeded to BJ & HJ her husband, and gestured to Adam to get himself out and approach her. Dean fired all of his spunk into her mouth, she swallowing every drop, but she pointed Adam's ejaculate all over her breasts. She used her fingers to taste some of it, but put her twin girls back inside the top, so that the material was very wet and stained. She said she enjoyed the feeling of the baby batter drying on her skin.

They asked Adam if his wife Jean would like to join them next Sunday for a 'foursome session'. He said he would ask her but felt sure the answer would be in the affirmative.

That night, alone in bed with her, he broached the subject and her response was to bonk him like mad - for a long time. That's a yes, then. (As a result, he slightly overslept and was a bit late for work. Thank goodness for flexitime!!)

As it happens, Jean knew Serena vaguely from a social event she'd been to many months ago (and immediately wanted a piece of action of those huge globes, just like she had a crush on Deena for the same reason). Dean she didn't know at all, but from the de***********ion of his tool (especially the foreskin) wanted to try every inch of it.

What to do with the kids though? It was Elena's day off. No problem, she decided her mum and dad would babysit. (They did agree, but were miffed as they missed out on ...

... participating in an important crown green bowls tournament. Their team lost as a result of their absence. Jean doesn't know about it to this day, but they sure told Elena.)

[By the way, the title of this story comes from an age old idea of how wife-swapping started: that a group of males would first gather in a room, and throw their car key (no fob) on a table or into a bowl. Each female would come in and pick a key at random, and stay with its owner all night to have sex. Not sure if it's just an urban myth, or if it really was a common thing to happen.]

Adam & Jean arrived at Dean & Serena's house at midday. Their home was lovely: good decor, modern and tidy (just wait till they have kids, Jean thought to herself), with many appliances and state of the art technology. Dean was an amateur musician and singer/songwriter, and had set up a home studio in one of their medium sized rooms. Keyboards, guitars, big computer screens, large mixing desk covered in buttons, rotary controls and faders, tape recording machines, and racks and racks of outboard gear that only he knew how to use. He pressed a button and played one of his recent tunes, a wedding song he'd composed for a couple they knew. All the instruments were played or programmed by him, all the multi-layered voices and harmonies sung by him.

You're wasted in your job, Adam said.

Jean concurred: You should do this full time.

They went back into the living room, and Serena said she'd prepared a lasagne which ...