It took awhile before I was comfortable with swingingthough mainly because I had no interest in havinganother man around, call me greedy, but as the s...nglechick market dried up I started to consider it becauseevidently a lot of guys like to see their wives fuckingother men and those females were easy to find. So itdidn’t take much to go that direction.I was also still a bit keen on the notion of her havingsex with other men, just I wasn’t ready to be there,but she wouldn’t do. They were having a discussion with him and I overheard him say that they would have to wait 45 minutes for a table. While I walked over I was doing my best to hide my hard on from the other guests in the restaurant. I asked him if they could join me at my table to which he agreed and so he led us to a back booth that was in a darker corner of the restaurant. We sat with Sharon in between us and chatted about the day and what had brought us to the area. We ordered dinner and while we waited I. ”“Thank you so much...” then turning to Mike and laying a hand on his shoulder, “Mike ... it’s good to see you. When you’ve got a moment, perhaps we could talk? I’m in Fifteen.”Mike’s response was a little delayed and Siobhan wondered for a moment if she’d misread the situation, or if perhaps Mike just wasn’t interested in her, but that wasn’t the reason. Partly it was the effect of Chantelle’s mind-numbing conversation and partly his old uncertainty. But his expression lightened and he managed. I swallowed saliva with an audible "gulp", and then he said "So, do you like it?, I stood still. He grabbed my hand, kissed it and said: "Here, touch it. I want you know how a real man feels." as he led my hand to it. I felt it, it was hard, but soft; rough, but smooth; manly, but delicate. I LOVED HOW IT FELT, how warm it was. "You can stroke it. Have you played with yours?" he asked and I nodded, "Then do the same with mine", I obeyed. I remember feeling so powerful, like I was handling this.