Jack, Kylie, Angela and I had been fucking each other on a regular basis for some time now. Jack's king-sized cock had kept Angela happy, if not a bit sore, and we double-teamed her often. We also tagged Kylie together, (not to mention the isolated encounters I had with Kylie, but that's STILL another story) but Jack and I had no idea of the depth of the relationship Ang and Kylie had been building.
The two of them were always together, it seemed, and I always kind of felt like there was something brewing between the two, just below the surface. They were close, of course, like one would expect from couples who would regularly swing together. But sometimes, just sometimes, seeing them together gave me a different kind of feeling. They had a connection.
So I come home from work late on a Tuesday, to find an empty house. There is a note on the door, telling me that the kids are at Grandma's house, and that I should go to Jack and Kylie's. I knew right away something was up, it was not unusual for the four of us to get together this way, for dinner, drinks, or what-have-you. I grabbed a brisk shower, the anticipation of the upcoming encounter prompting me to toss one off real quick in the shower. That was always nice.
I drove over to Jack and Kylie's, finding myself doing 60 in a 35 zone. I wasn't in a hurry to get there, was I?