”“How do I convince my wife to join? We’ve never eventalked about swinging before.” Chris had his doubtsthat Jennifer would ev...er agree to any such thing. Wouldshe allow him to sleep with another woman? What aboutJennifer? Would Chris allow another man to fuck her? Hewasn’t sure of the outcome, but his dick had alreadymade the decision for him.“Your wife had a lot to do with you being where you arenow. She’s a foxy little MILF that ol’ Man. I retrieved a coat from my locker, and headed past the gymnasium to the door. I paused as the cheerleaders walked into the lockers from practice. Random faces until I saw her, she looked even more amazing in a cheer leading uniform. I bit my lip, she was irresistible. I decided I could wait a few more minutes for them to come back out and for me to get another glimpse. Time passed, it seemed as if everyone but her had left. I thought about going in there, looking for her. Yeah, that’s what I. But I figured the place was a public service, so there was nothing wrong with us using it too.The most awkward part was when a crotchety nurse took me into a room, and she made me give her my sexual history. The lady went through her checklist like a robot. “Have you been diagnosed with any STD in the past six months?”“Never.”“How many sex partners have you had in the past year?”“A few,” I said. “I, well... I haven’t kept count.”“Were any of them anonymous?”I cringed but tried to hide it. . I was busily trying to stifle my own smile threatening to cross my lips.I couldn't really blame him for his obvious embarrassment, as lesbians (which he clearly inferred we were), while not exactly uncommon in 19th century America, were not nearly as open - and vocal – in their activities as the two women standing before him appeared to be. If he knew the truth, he probably would have died where he stood or denounced us as “witches,” which was still a thing in Philadelphia at the time, albeit.