I’ve almost given in a couple of times to you. But please help me on this. I need to get things sorted out before I do something like that.”“Eve... if it were just sex?”“Could it ever be just sex between us?”“Maybe. What if we invite Melanie?”I almost fell out of my chair.“Jennifer Block! You once told me you would never do anything like that. Ever.”“And if I changed my mind?”“We’d have to have a long talk. All three of us. And I still probably wouldn’t do it.”“Why?”“Please don’t get mad, but if. Talk with me a few minutes.’ She backed up and sat on one of the benches patting the open seating area next to her. Not knowing what else to do I sat next to her, turning so we could look at each other. Before I could say anything, this strange creature beamed a smile at me then reached for my hand, taking it in both of hers. Her act of familiarity plus the visual she was presenting was too much. My ego was stretching my pants. Let’s back up a bit. First, I’m a 38 year old divorced junior. They had met at a swingers’ function and hit it off. Kendra was a beautiful, large-breasted woman, sort of a brunette version of Lisa. John was a good-looking man, with a huge cock. Both were around forty. Sexually, the couple were game for just about anything. Both were bisexual, which was why the two couples had gravitated towards each other; there weren’t many bisexual men in the swinging community so when you found one you tended to make him a regular. They had two teen children, a son and. ’ ‘Good boy. Why did you say you’d have champagne?’ ‘Because I know women like it and I thought you might like me drinking champagne with you.’ ‘You can have something else?’ ‘No champagne is fine.’ After dinner was cleared away Delaney said, ‘Let’s sit and talk on the sofa. I want to hear you talk about yourself and I’ll tell you something about me.’ ‘Fair enough. That was a lovely meal. It’s a wonder some guy hasn’t grabbed you purely for your culinary skill.’ ‘Guys don’t have cooking in mind.