Launchpad Swingers

And then the darndest thing happened.

Without a knock, a cough, or an excuse me, the door to the bedroom opened and Brand walked in on us. Naked and aroused.

My first sane thought was Cut! This was a farce, and the scene was complete, the wife, the husband, the would-be lover, all stare at each other in shock as they land up nude in the same bedroom.

Except this was porn, not farce, I was sitting on a 7-inch rod socked home in my pussy, and the would-be lover had this moronic grin on his face, the same noted earlier.

Mark and I stared at the interloper, He stared back at us, no one called Cut!

So I made an artistic choice, the kind of thing they later include in a Director's Cut.

I carried on riding Mark, lifting and twisting my hips, slapping down on him, rising above him, I used my grip on thumbs to now drag his hands to my big tits and he gripped and squeezed them, my freed hands went into my hair, pulling it apart, pushing it up to make a blond moving cloud about me.

Brand watched out little porn show with rapt enjoyment, stroking his penis slowly, carefully, taking in every detail.

If there was some exit line, some quip to move us onto the next scene, then no one had briefed me, so I just kept going, the heat rising in me, Mark an able and willing sex aid. I came with a singular lack of dignity, my head thrown back, hissing, spitting, eyes bulging. When the muscle spasms eased I sank down with a moan, lying full length on Mark, both of us watching the man watching us. No one said a word, so I suppose it was down to me.

'Was there something you wanted, Brand?' I asked politely. 'You know, cup of sugar, jar of coffee, me?'

Brand stopped touching himself, reluctantly. 'I spoke to Sandra,' he told me seriously. 'She is fine with you and me, but she wants Mark, are you two up for a swap?'