"Greg and I are swingers."

"Greg and I are swingers. Have been since before we got married," Jackie explains. "He'd not only be okay with what we're doing, he'd likely want to hear about it."

"Holy..seriously?" You ask, a little shocked but relieved at the same time.

"Yes indeed. I was lucky enough to find a good man who also shared my philosophy, and gave me a beautiful daughter," she said with pride.

You smile, but your expression turns to one of confusion. "Wait, I thought you said you had five children?"

She slowly grinned broadly. "I did, didn't I?" She turned on the speaker so she could talk to Kevin up front. "Kevin dear, take the scenic route."

"Yes, Ma'am," was the quick reply.

She turned back to you, moving from her seat to kneel between your legs, the room in the limo giving her plenty of space.

"My oldest, Bethany, is Greg and I's only biological child." She unzips your fly, reaches in, and pulls your dick out. "The others all have different fathers." She says this before giving your cock a lick.

Between the sight in front of you and Jackie's revelation, your dick feels harder than it's ever been. "Wha..?" Damn it this woman knew how to make you speechless.

"Yep. All intentional. Greg for his part has six children by six other women, all with my approval," Jackie explained with a husky tone as she took the head of your dick into her mouth.

"Good lord.." you moan, unsure of what turned you on more, her oral ministrations or her revelations.

She took more and more of your cock into her mouth. The first time with her you hadn't really had time for foreplay, but Jackie was clearly savoring it now as she sucked and licked your cock like it was a tasty treat. You undo the button of your pants, freeing your balls from the confines of your pants. She notices, promptly stopping her **** on your cock long enough to give your balls each a kiss and a lick.

"Nice, big and heavy," she says softly, almost as if to herself.

You reach forward and start unbuttoning her blouse, Jackie's ample cleavage becoming exposed to your hungry eyes.

"Tell me about them," you say firmly.

"My children?" She smirked, beginning to stroke you. "Or how they were made?"

"Tell me," you say with strained arousal.