I opened the door to Happy Jones.“Hi there John,” she said. “So can I come in?”“Of course, come on in,” I said.“I hadn’t heard from y...u, and Lucy never mentions you at work. So I felt that I need to talk to you. Mark and I would like to see you two again. We had a great time,” she said.“Not to mention there is a very small pool of swingers in Rosedale?” I asked.“Even in the whole county.” she admitted. “I admit that, but we couldn’t have found a better for us than you two. You both are. Well as I was doing the job they had employed me to do, it was a day like any other day I was up stairs working when she came in to the small box room with tea and biscuits I said thank you and we chatted a while but then said "I have to go out to see a friend", my husband was away down it London for a few days and would not be back, if I needed to leave or go to home, would I be a love and lock the door if I had not returned from the visit with "the friend". ok see you later an thanks for the. I saw a customized motorcycle in the driveway, it was the kind a biker would drive with a skull and crossbones medallion on the back seat. When I got inside the house I heard sounds coming from the basement. I listened, and was floored by what I heard. It was the sound of my wife moaning at the top of her voice and a man grunting. Now, I’m not stupid, someone was obviously down there fucking my sweet little house-mouse wife and from the sound of it she was loving every second of it. I snuck. Not like a stripper... no...It was all the Latin stuff.Another thing she did which previous girlfriends didn't is she was always devoid of any pubic hair, preferring the shaved look. Many times I was stunned when she would be casually getting dressed, her mind on other things and not realising the extent of the effect she had on my body.I dare say she was my obsession, and many other men would undoubtedly say the same. For the first few years I had constant blue balls. I watched as Greg in his.