She’s close. My hand trailing back up her stomach, stopping between her breasts, holding her against the door frame. I hold her back as I push up ag...in, lifting her once again to her tip toes. Her left hand grips a handful of hair as her right reaches behind her, grabbing the door frame for support. I feel her body tense as her honey start to flow and she lets out a hesitant cry of pleasure sending chills through my body. I try to catch every bit as it drips down, feeling some roll down my. I was so nervous, I had never thrown caution to the wind like I had done this way – I was way out of my comfort zone. I nearly backed out right up to the time I was due to meet Ken – should I - shouldn’t I – I nearly chickened out on the way. He called me on my mobile and said just come and meet me – if after you do you decide not to go through with it - you can leave.So here I was nervous as all hell – like a girl going on her first date meeting a man I had only chatted to on the phone and. But don’t you think you can trust your managers to do that? Certainly in the near term when they’re all still close to you. In the long term, there’s no reason you can’t identify certain people who can serve as a check on hiring. But it can’t be you because YOU can’t handle it.”“Shit,” I sighed.“I take it from that response, you don’t completely disagree with my point?”“I don’t, but we had a bad experience when my gut told me not to hire someone and I deferred to a senior manager’s. Suddenly seeing myself in my wife, obviously, by the way she was looking at Bill was the way that I was looking at Sue. It was at that moment that I realized that perhaps my wife was in love with Bill in the way that I was in love with Sue. More realistically, it was at that moment that I realized for the first time that we were swingers. Of course, I knew we were swingers having swung with other couples for years, but as if looking at myself in the mirror, I could see myself as how I perceived.