Sex became a way of keeping up with reality, like the year I kept a tally to make sure it was one a day - and it was. The best liberation was the swingers' parties, at one I discovered my father-in-law was wild and hung and a top, but it was the fact you could have sex with as many guys in one night as you wanted, that's where I let the slut loose and took anything that was offered, either end or hand. There was a joy in waking after and feeling still feeling filled with cum, but all the tensions of a working week gone. The funny thing was if I got seen to twice by a guy we'd usually fuck till we were dry humping without the intrusion of others, other times it was get as much cock as possible.
