"He probably caught his wife fucking the gardener again." She said with a giggle."What?" I asked in shocked voice."Mr. Huey says that his daughter is ... real slut and in his words has a thing for undesirable men. In other words she likes black men. Rumor has it she flaunts it in front if Carl." She said as she looked up to see more customers standing in line.She hurried up front while I rolled the discarded boxes to the trash. As I came back through store room I heard Carl having a heated. I stayed in the hall, listening to him admire my wall hangings. “So what do you want with a cup of sugar at this hour?” I asked, watching him from the door. The play of lightning on his features was ghostly. I wondered if he was really baking. “I'm trying to make a cake,” he replied. “It's a last minute thing. Someone found out it's the secretary's birthday, and she doesn't like store bought cake.” “Oh.” He came back out. “Where is it that you work?” I asked. “I do oversight for. Happily I wasn’t disappointed getting to see Anne being fucked by another of my friends this time he was exceptionally well endowed, to keep quiet she had to bury her face in a cushion to muffle her screams of delight.Of course our move to Adelaide and commencing swinging meant that everything was out in the open, though after a while we both found it wasn’t doing it for us. Though we met some great couples a lot of the time the parties were more like a meet market, some of the women seemed to. He poured himself a glass of whisky and lit a cigar as he sat beside me. I saw his eyes look down towards my legs and he smiled. I realized that I didn't sit properly and my short skirt was showing too much. I got up and pulled my skirt down and sat back down again. Robert kept smiling and took a puff of his cigar. I took a sip of my wine."How is it?" he asked. "Mmm, great. Thank you." We sat there for a bit, not saying much. I asked him some questions about the house and his responses were.