It had taken months for the day to finally come but the contractor, Kyle, was finally able to verify our renovation project now that the bank loan had come through. Nan, my wife, had personally interviewed a dozen contractors until deciding that Kyle was the right contractor for us. I had my suspicions about his qualifications immediately however. I mean it wasn’t hard to imagine that his rugged good-looks, crystal-blue eyes, and down-home drawl might have had something to do with his selection over much more experienced contractors. Frankly, I didn’t know if I could trust him. But I agreed to let her handle all of the details and this was her choice so I really had to go along with her.

As we walked around the yard and pointed out the specifics of the various projects to be done, I couldn’t help but notice Nan’s green-blue eyes lingering on Kyle, who seemed oblivious to her gaze. This, at least, made me feel a little more confidence that he might be too dense to pick up on Nan’s signals. And rest assured, they were signals! Of course I hadn’t actually realized that Nan had worn those short running shorts that showed off her ass in just the right way, with her cheek-bottoms exposing themselves when she bent over and that she had worn her white tank with her favorite black push-up bra until that moment. Signals!

Nan was very good at giving the signals. We had been in the “swing” lifestyle for long enough for me to know when she liked someone and wanted them to know that she’d be willing to get on her knees for them. I had seen this before. The problem, this time, was that Kyle wasn’t in the lifestyle and we weren’t at a party or a lifestyle-safe environment. We had some boundaries established and playing outside the lifestyle environment had been one of them. But she was holding his gaze as long as she could and smiling at everything he said. I seriously didn’t think she had heard anything he had said during the renovation walk-through.

As Kyle’s over-sized white truck, with dual tires on the back, rolled down our driveway a fear overtook me. I realized that my wife’s work schedule had changed and she would now be home every single afternoon while construction was going on. I, on the other hand, would be somewhere on the road, as I was every single day of the week. My mind wandered with an excited panic that Kyle would be banging my wife all afternoon and I’d be left with nothing from her when I got home. Yet, as swingers, this was part of the thrill of the lifestyle; seeing your partner with someone else. This time, however, I wouldn’t be part of the fun, and this was my conundrum.

Fact is, I have watched Nan bounce on the cocks of several men. I’ve watched her ride on top of men when the climax erupted inside at the moment her partner spanked her ass, slide a finger in her anally, pulled her hair, or twisted her in an angle that hit the perfect spot inside her. I’ve seen her arch her back and nearly scream when a woman tongue-fucked an orgasm out of her. And after every one of those occasions Nan would cum for me too, while I fucked her. No, Nan being with someone else was not a problem. In fact, that was the good part of the conundrum.

The part I worried about was that Kyle was provoking a change in our standard. Would she really fuck him without me being there? Without me knowing? That was the question…the conundrum. We had always agreed to be together but we had embraced our sexual beings and knew that the possibility for one or the other to be with someone else outside the marriage was something that could happen, but we guarded against it. But Kyle appeared to be the beacon of change. He appeared to be like the sirens drawing ships to crash on rocky shores. He represented something different, so I wondered anyway. And though my heart was heavy with uncertainty about the potential changing wind, my cock actually thickened with excitement at the thought of her shaking underneath of him.  The reality was that I would never know.