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17/06/2009
My husband and I are not swingers in the true sense of the lifestyle. We have been friends with another couple since school days. We have gone out at week ends as a group to pubs and (children care permitting) clubs and on occasions when we have gone back to one or the other homes things have got out of hand and we have ended up with each others spouse. On these condoms would be normally be worn (contraception) sometimes we ran out or they were forgotten in the heat of passion and it would and it would be an anxious wait until we each had our period. Then my husband suggested they would have a vasectomy appointments were made the day arrived and off he went. When my husband came home he was very quiet for a few days then he said that he still needed to use a condom until he got the all clear. About two months later when the evening ended in a partner swap and I was relaxed and looking forward to being fucked skin to skin worry free. I don’t know what it was but it felt like it was the best sex I had ever had and when we walked the short distance home I could feel his cum running down my thighs, which triggered a mini orgasm. After that night for some reason we swapped twice more that week and the same the following week, it carried on like that for the next two months. Then one day my friend came to visit, and over a cup of tea she told me she was pregnant it was then that I realised that first swap I had not had sex with my husband. Husbands had regularly fucked my friend, when my husband came home and I challenged him he admitted that he had got scared and not gone though with the operation. I don’t know what will happen, but I would like to swap husbands for good Hurt & Angry
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