Two years later and Beatrice is the spitting image of her mother, although I’m often told that the dark hair is the same as mine. “Of course we will.” I said. Brazzers “Of course we will.” I said. We still go up to see Beatrice’s Aunty Sheila and Uncle John every so often, but nothing like the previous events have ever unfolded since. We have never swung, nor have we ever cheated on each other. On the plus side, John and I are similar, people mistook us for brothers at the party. I crept as silently as I could to the door, the running water and my wife’s moans masking my approach, hoping for a glimpse of their coitus. Not one to turn down an opportunity he ploughed, unprotected into her wanton pussy.
