She leaned forward and I could tell by her body language that she was anxious. Harry started to talk. “Jim, I’m sure you’ve heard all the rumor... about Barbara and me.” He smiled. I was about to tell him I didn’t judge, but he continued before I had a chance. “Well, they’re true. Barbara and I are members of a swing club. We’ve been doing this since we were married and we love it. We love each other very much, but this gives us both a chance to experience sex with others. It’s always with the. I exposed my breasts, and I heard a little intake of breath from him. I slid the dress farther down and turned around, letting it fall from my hips exposing my thong panties. "Very nice." He whispered. "Come over here baby." I walked over to him and he pulled me into his lap. He buried his face in my neck and inhaled the scent of my perfume. "So sweet. You smell like candy." His big hands covered my small breasts completely and he pinched my nipples playfully as his lips found my ear. I leaned. I was very lonely. I went to bed and tried to wait up for her. I'd doze off and on and would check the clock. Finally, at 4 a.m., I heard loud laughter in our driveway. I looked out and saw a black Cadillac that had been lowered; it had dark glass windows and chrome wheels with very wide whitewall tires. I saw my wife get out of the back seat and, giggling, walked toward the house. The rear window rolled down and someone shouted something at her. A black man's hand dangled the panties she'd. If nothing else, that relieved a fair bit of weight off of the overloaded Galleon, which really were loaded far beyond what a sensible captain would cargo below for safe sailing. If I have any regrets, it was not dumping at least a third of the booty overboard to lighten the load further to reduce the flooding, but I thought I'd gamble with Neptune and race to beach the pair of our crippled birds right away and do ourselves a proper hull patch job, and then sail towards a pirate friendly port.