" You got it."He hopped in his Mercedes and headed for Bayside Villa.Emma answered the door wearing a robe and slippers."Hi, Emma." Hi, John." Just ge...ting up?" Your sister called about an hour ago. I'm just getting moving."He was disappointed in her appearance. Her red hair, cut shorter than he remembered, was a mess. She wore no make-up and her freckles stood out in strong contrast to her fair skin. She had that washed-out look common to true blondes and red heads when they weren't wearing. She was wearing tight, black leggings that molded themselves to her legs in an extremely alluring way. A tunic top in faded red topped the outfit. Her hair was still wild with the hints of dark roots showing. She looked around, saw me and smiled an evil grin, and went through her ritual. Once more her breasts bounced as she moved. She lightly slapped her payment on the counter and greeted Steph in a loud voice.“Help yourself, Missy,” Steph cried out from the back. “I’m doing paperwork.”She. I asked her what that was about and she said he had just proposed to fuck her senseless later on. I found to my surprise that I wasn’t angry at this, in fact I was rather proud that another man found my wife desirable. I asked if she realised that they were all swingers at this party and she confirmed that she knew this and that she had known about these parties before we agreed to attend. I asked if she wanted to participate later on and she almost floored me by saying, ‘it might be fun.’ I. ‘I doubt that the people who bought your photos would be interested in a fifty five year old man.’ Ally had this big grin. ‘Possibly not, but the gay trade would love you!’ She dashed out of the kitchen before I could catch her, laughing hilariously. It was getting late when Ally explained a little about her modelling career. ‘I never posed with a man, you know.’ She seemed desperate to re-assure me on that. Now up to that point I had given no thought to the possibility she could have posed.