An interesting conversation

After a minute or two of slightly uncomfortable silence Mrs. Cleft finally speaks up.

"Are you excited about tonight, Joy?" She asks.

"Yeah, but a little nervous," you admit. "I think it will be fun though."

"It is a lot of fun," she leans forward so you can hear her better. "When we get there I'll show you around. The Goodloves practically live in a mansion, you can get lost."

You turn to talk directly to Mrs. Cleft, placing your legs in the area between the two separated front seats. You're all too aware that the shift in position presents her husband with an unobstructed view between your legs. He glances over and licks his lips at the sight of your silky red panties.

"So do the Goodloves always host the swinger's parties?" You ask, pretending to ignore Mr. Cleft.

"Yes," she replies. "They love it. Susanne spends most of the week getting ready for it. She has all these theme rooms and different areas to relax or, you know..."

She winks at you. In a practiced motion you cross your legs for Tom's benefit.

"So, um-," Tom's voice cracks and he clears his throat.

You and Mrs. Cleft, who is aware of her husband's wandering eyes, both giggle.

"So, Joy," he begins again, "were you looking for anything in particular tonight at the party?"

When you turn and look at Mr. Cleft you almost burst out laughing. His slacks are tented up in front with an impressive erection. You let your eyes settle on it and the older man shifts uncomfortably beneath your gaze. You give him a saucy wink.

"Nothing specific," you finally answer. "I can think of all sorts of things...but I'll have to see who is available and what they're up for."

"Anything, you, uh, like in particular?" He stumbles.

"He's usually not like this," Mrs. Cleft laughs. "I think he's quite taken with you, Joy."

"It's just that...well, I mean, you're our neighbor's daughter and...uh...," Tom Cleft struggles to explain his not-so-complicated feelings.

Your usual naughtiness asserts control. While Tom mangles the English language you look back at his beautiful wife and give her a look and a nod of the head asking for her permission. You see a momentary flash of what might be jealousy on her face, but she purses her lips, smiles, and nods.

Should you give Mr. Cleft a little treat, find out what's bugging Mrs. Cleft, or just forget the whole thing?