"Are you?" No. I'm an actress, sometimes." I picked up my little towel and worried it. "I mean, off Broadway, you know. Little things." Oh." He sounde... vaguely disappointed by that and it almost made me angry."How about you?" I challenged him. "Who are you? When you're not a drunk, who are you?" You mean really?" The way he said it made me wonder if I truly did want to know. Like it was a secret. A secret of the most dangerous sort."Yeah," I said softly just to reassure myself, then to him.. She complied without a fight. Resigned, defeated, trembling. His cock hadto be nine inches hard now and it was about a foot away from herinexplicably moistening crotch. Why was she wet? Was she excited? Maybejust nerves. Probably better it was moist for what was about to happenanyway though she thought."You'll find that a 'let's get this over with' attitude will be prettymuch what pervades your existance....unless...you know....unless youkinda like it. Like I said, it happens."He held her by. We are swingers who share ourselves and each other occasionally with only the people in this group. I know Maria loves me as much as I her, but this keeps that spice in our marriage and our sex life. Until you, Molly was a participant, but since you and she started dating she’s stopped.”“How does something like this happen anyway? Did you guys just wake up one morning and think ‘I feel like sharing my wife tonight'?”“I suppose it really started about when Maria and I met,” Bill continues. “You. You will be able to see me too as you know. Should we go to skype now?”“Ok.”“Jane let me suggest you go to the bedroom. Keep all your clothes on, sit on the bed with your legs open wide and the laptop facing you. Take your mobile with you so we can talk on it for a while until we get the Skype going properly. Ok? Jane give me your skype address. Oh and keep your mobile in contact with me. Tell me how you feel.”“Joe I feel like a teenager about to do something naughty.”“Do you like that feeling.