There were a few more moments of awkward silence.
Blushing with shame, she whispered, “Do you think he would be willing to do it to me?”
I thought she was going to cry, so I just said, “Sure.”
“You wouldn’t be jealous?”
“Not if I could watch.”
Lately we had been feeling a little like Groundhog Day, the same thing every day. Maybe this was the break we needed.
I told her I would set it up for the next day if she could come over early in the evening.
With obvious relief she said, “Thank you. I will not do anything to upset your relationship. I hope he will understand.”
You bet he will, I thought. His dick will snap to attention as soon as I tell him what is planned.
We had been talking about getting into the swinging scene.
We are both perverts, I guess.