When I told him that Joan and I weren’t swingers he looked at me then at Joan and then back at me again.Mike couldn’t believe that I said we were ...not swingers he told me that Barbara was convinced we were because Joan didn’t seem to object to Brad feeling her up and asked if I knew about it. He also couldn’t believe that I did and that I was okay about it when we weren’t swingers. While we were talking Joan and Barbara were talking to two other women and every now and then Joan and the women. "I went back to work in my garden and actually felt really good about my decision to go introduce myself. My attitude about her had changed in just the short time I chatted with her. Later on that evening, there was a knock on my door, and when I opened it, there she was. "Hi. Is that offer of a drink still good?" She asked."Yeah. Of course Emma, come on in." I said, stepping aside and motioning her in. I opened a bottle of wine and we settled down on the living room couch. She had changed her. The three tasty beauties arrived on their bicycles. After enjoying refreshments and smalltalk in our sunny garden, we proposed a shower. To relax, get closer and comfortable. We had a lot of fun splashing and embracing. Wet and hot we returned to the masters room. We closed the curtains and sat all together in the giant arm-chair. Machteld and Mila each on a knee and Tessel on theirs.We started to giggle, hug and kiss more. All three showed signs of excitement. "Who is already wet, my dears?". Once seated on her sofa, they embraced and started a torrid kissing frenzy. He was becoming aware he was starting to be extremely attracted to her. As evidence, the mere kissing of her in of itself was more arousing and satisfactory to him then some of the mundane sexual intercourses he had had with some of his more forgettable dates. As he felt her lips, her arms had entwined around his neck. It was quite evident she needed his kisses, deeper kisses, longer kisses. She wanted to feel him.