" Huh uh…," Sandra said, shaking her head, "I never had a customer worried about me before." Did I violate some code?" Jaime asked, amused."Probably...��," Sandra laughed."Well…. I'm not sorry." I probably should be…," Sandra sighed, "I said some rude things, which probably aren't true of you." I'm not a saint," Jaime admitted, then laughed, "I won't lie, and say I didn't enjoy what just happened. I loved it, and will never forget it. That doesn't mean I can't feel for you, too. The sympathy isn't. Now that Don had spilled the beans as to the nature of his guests, I didn’t want Lisa alone with any of these swingers. I clearly had a lot of thinking to do about all of this. Lisa just remained her friendly self and socialized like it was any other party. “Ignorance is truly bliss,” I thought to myself.As the night progressed, I found I really liked all of Don and Nikki’s friends. They were incredibly nice, very respectful, intelligent and friendly but not in a sexual way. I definitely had. About the third or fourth time I went there I met Christine, a very sexy African-American Lady. She was about 5'4" and 110 lbs beautiful brown eyes and a slender sexy body. She was wearing tight jeans and a zip front jacket zipped down far enough so I could see a lot of cleavage.We chatted for a while and then I invited her to my place. She asked if I know that she had a little something EXTRA in her panties and said that I hadn't been sure but had thought so and was look forward to see for. They were laughing and I could tell that they both had far too many drinks.My wife came in first,shoeless,and my friend came in behind her,holding her hand,laughing,and his shirt was partially unbottoned. I then began to hear their stories of how much fun they had at this party and who was more blasted than they were at the party…I just sat and listened as my wife giggled on like a high schooler…At that point,my friend got up to leave,leaning over to say goodnight to my wife,when she put both.