We're looking for Mr. Carstairs," he said hesitantly."You have found him," I said is my most courtly Charleston accent.His face broadened into a smile... "Hello, then, Jack," he said. "I'm Richard Ashley."So this was Richard, to whom I'd spoken so often on the phone but had never actually seen. At times I'd envisaged him as Goliath, this massive man of formidable powers and strength. Yet here he was in person, no larger or stronger or more imposing than the average man I'd meet in the street.But. Oh yea mom said she liked thisoutfit so I'll take it. "Sweetie make sure you bring extra socks and shoestoo, and a bag to carry your extra stuff too' and hurry were going to belate." I hear mom yell upstairs to me."Okay I'm coming as I turn around in a circle looking for my backpack. Oh,there it is as I push everything into the bag, zip it back up, and then flyback down the stairs. "Okay mommy I'm ready here's my bag."I hand the bag to my mom as I notice her smiling for some reason. "Thank. I led Clive upstairs and pushed his head between his Jane"s legs; Jane was in heaven, and we left them to it and went downstairs.Eventually, Clive and Jane appeared downstairs and joined us, looking very happy. The pair of them thanked us, and there began a new era in the lives of two of our friends. Clive and Jane have now joined one of our local clubs; swinging has become the saviour of a stale marriage.Both Jane and Clive are regular visitors to our home, not always together. Clive has been. He moved to kneel by my head, and I eagerly tasted the tip of his cock with my tongue before taking him into my mouth, using my hand on the shaft. The girl's hand was tracing downwards now, until it found my clit and started to rub me towards another orgasm. I was aching to be penetrated but I went along with what my husband wanted. The guy had to pause a couple of times when I got him close to cumming, gently pressing my head away to release his cock from my mouth, and then offering it again.