Incest Creampie

My wife, Debbie and I have been swinging now for about 3 years, at incest creampie parties or clubs or, if we get really lucky, when it just happens. I always think that the horniest experiences have been the ones that just happened, with people my wife and I have met by chance at a hotel or in a bar. It was just this sort of incest creampie experience that introduced us to swinging, and me to the joys of watching Debbie fuck like a whore.

It happened 3 years ago, when we were on holiday in Corsica just after Debbie's 36th birthday. Fantastic. Three weeks to take it easy and enjoy being together. We were staying in a gorgeous farmhouse that had been divided into two apartments. The family in the other apartment during the first week were friendly enough but we were pleasantly surprised when no-one else arrived once they left on the Saturday. We had the whole place to ourselves. And we loved it - sunbathing and swimming, cooking on the large brick barbecue by the pool, making incest creampie outside at night - wonderful.

So it was a bit of an unwelcome surprise when a car pulled up just after lunch on the Tuesday. Three young guys - early twenties at most - got out of the car and started unloading bags, taking them into the other apartment. It turned out that one of them, Paul, was the son of the owner of the farmhouse. He and his two friends were just having a few days break in the empty apartment. We chatted for a while, although the other two - Michel and Thierry - really didn't speak much English. They were nice enough though, and they even asked us if we minded them playing music or invited some friends over. We didn't mind, but by the time that the second car load of youngsters arrived we decided that our best chance of a romantic evening lay elsewhere, and we went into town for a stroll and a good incest creampie.