Epilogue

Jeanette Wyndom's memories faded. She found herself brought kick to the here-and-now of a Saturday night alone with her husband.

He was pushing his prick in and out of her mouth with more insistence and she was choking as it thrust into her throat.

She sucked him with more ardor. She found that just reminiscing about all those parties made her body respond. She was feeling a rising lust.

Evidently, so was Ed. He held her cheeks and pumped his cock in and out of her lips violently. Perhaps he had been thinking of the past also. Suddenly, he stiffened. His prick throbbed. He discharged huge gobs of cum into her mouth. It overflowed and ran down her cheeks. She loved the feel of the gooey stuff. She sucked him dry.

He lay back on the sofa and relaxed. She licked his cock with tiny flicks of her tongue that made him twitch and smile.

"I have a trivia question for you," he said.

"Mmmmm?" she asked, his rapidly deflating dick still in her mouth.

"What happened ten years ago today?" he asked.

She tried to think about it, but she was frustrated that he was through so soon and she was just beginning.

"Come on, guess," he said.

"I had my last climax," she responded tartly.

He laughed. "Come on, now, don't be mean. I'll tell you. Ten years ago today was when your brother and I came to your house drunk and you sucked me off. I fell in love with you on that day."

"Bullshit," she responded. "I didn't even see you for two years after that. But, gee, that really is an anniversary of sorts. We should have gone out to celebrate."

"Nope, I've arranged something different."

She teased him. "You're going to give me a five-thousand-dollar jewel-plated dildo."

"No, this is a... surprise!" He said the last word loudly.

"SURPRISE!!!"

Jeanette whirled around. All their swinging friends had sneaked in while she had been sucking Ed. They rushed up to her and talked animatedly.

"Well, this really is a surprise!" Jeanette said, smiling as she licked the last of Ed's cum off her chin with her long tongue. "It looks like this isn't going to be a boring Saturday night at home after all!"

And it wasn't. Unless eight horny swingers fucking and sucking each other's brains out can be considered boring.