He was Horse Hung, part 4.
In the previous post I described our second adventure with Jim.
Dana had fallen asleep. After Jim departed I went in the den, turned on the TV and left Dana to enjoy her 'snap', (sex nap).
About an hour and a half later I heard the shower. Shortly after the shower shut off Dana appeared in the den wearing her short robe. She plopped down on the couch and kissed me very tenderly.
"Come on sweetie. Let's dress and go for a bite to eat. We need to get ready and go before they close," she suggested
We dressed and drove the 10 minutes to the Panera Bread shop in silence. Sitting across from me she smiled. "Are we ok?"
"We couldn't be better."
In part 1 I explained how Dana and I were not hardcore swingers. After Jim came to our house a couple of weeks passed with no follow-up contact. I thought we were content until Dana asked if I was ready for some wild play time. She threw out several options, a local off-premise club, an out of town on-premise club, a local couple we had been with before and of course Jim. We didn't really dive too deep in the options and it fell by the way side.
A few more days passed and I was washing the cars. When I stepped inside for a sandwich. Dana was on her phone. She muted her phone and told me that she had called Jim. She said, "I didn't think I would mind." I didn't at all and smiled.
When the doorbell rang I went to answer it. Dana was dressed in a one piece catch-me-fuck-me lingerie.
Jim came in and kissed Dana on the cheek. He said he had gotten sweaty driving down and asked if he could shower. Dana was drinking wine and she took a beer to Jim in the bathroom.
In the den we put on a porn film. Dana and I were seated on the couch when Jim came in after his shower. He was wearing only his boxer shorts. Dana sat between us on the couch.
The porn film showed a woman enjoying two big cocks. Dana slid a little forward on the couch and Jim and I caressed her back and tits as we all watched the fuck film. When I looked over at Jim. The head of his horse cock was sticking out of the leg of his boxers.