I overhear Nancy ordering Mark around, telling him to make sure he has his car keys and wallet. She takes great delight in reminding him of the consequences if he embarrasses her in public. The two of them head out of the apartment and on the way to their shopping trip.
After they're gone I get my phone and dial Marge, an old friend of mine. After a few rings she picks up, and after we chat for a couple of minutes I ask if she has time for a visit. I get told to come on out. I get cleaned up, dress and leave the duplex, walking over to the restaurant on the corner where I had left my car. Nice day I think to myself smiling, and it's going to be a nicer evening.
I get the car and head out. Marge lives a little ways out of town, giving me time to think about the last few weird hours, which then leads to why I contacted Marge. We met a while back when I was a kid screwing around with people in malls and such. She was the only one who ever caught on to what I was doing -- and that was because she could do the same time.
Oh, you thought I was some kind of unique freak mutant whatever? No, sorry -- and frankly in terms of some of the others I've met I'm only average in terms of ability. I'm getting a little ahead of myself. Marge took me under wing, helped me get a handle on my so called talent, and at the age I was it helped a lot. We'd meet at malls or whatever and she would mentor me, give me pointers stuff like that. It helped a lot, and I got a lot better faster with Marge's tutoring than I would have on my own. And let's face it, she kept me from getting into trouble.
Along the way I had met her husband Lenny, who was a great guy. Lenny didn't share our 'talent' but he was aware of it. Lenny was a successful businessman in his own right, owned several small manufacturing and retail places. So they lived a comfortable life, had a house with acreage out of town.
Lenny got me a job with one of his small companies after my sophomore year in college. Up to that point I had never been to the house, but one day I was told to run some supplies out to the place -- was given an address and an internet map printout. It took a while to find -- it's really out of the way -- and figured I'd just be dumping the stuff off and then heading back.
I get to the door and Marge meets me there, lets me in with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. We chat for a bit and she leads me to the kitchen for a talk. Tells me it's okay with Lenny, this was set up so I would get a better understanding of the situation especially since I'm now over twenty one and working for them.
Turns out Lenny and Marge have interests in a couple of companies that are, well let's say unique. They never were able to have kids even though both of them had serious appetites for sex. And they both had some interesting tastes in terms of their appetites - so Lenny started building some of their toys. They both realized the quality of his stuff was better than what was on the market, so they decided to create yet another business -- a boutique supplier as Marge described it. She just wanted to let me know in case I saw anything as the place I was working at did a lot of the sub assembly work.
Later on I hear some gossip on the job -- seems Lenny and Marge liked to host parties at their place in the country. Orgies really, seem like they had created a very exclusive swingers club. I find out later that the club served multiple purposes as it not only provided a safe outlet for their 'interests' but Marge and Lenny could also do pilot and market testing from their 'boutique' line of products.
Unfortunately Lenny passed away a couple of years back; massive heart failure. Marge is still running the various companies, and she is doing well. But since she lost Lenny, well it's not right that she turns into an old maid widow woman. I've had Mark in mind for Marge since this problem of he and Nancy began earlier this morning. She's ideal for him -- Marge is a big tall woman, Amazonian in build. Red hair, big in all the right places, and still very pretty. I always figured her to be a bit younger than Lenny -- I pegged her for early forties, him maybe ten years older at the time of his death. And yeah, Marge stared as a central figure in more than a few of my masturbation fantasies!
I get to her place and see there are a few other cars in the drive. I park the car and head to the door, see Marge open it with a big smile on her face. "Ronnie, it's been a while! Come on in I just started the coffee."
I guess things have been busy and I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Ron -- or Ronnie to my friends. "Hey Marge, coffee sounds great. You look busy, are you sure I'm not intruding?"
I get a hug and a kiss and Marge ushers me into the door. "Just some folks over helping set up for later tonight. I've been convinced to start hosting my parties again. We had a smallish one a couple of weeks back and I realized how much I missed them and my circle of special friends; I have some members of our group over to help set. Let's get some coffee and head to the patio, that way we stay out from underfoot."
We chat getting our coffee, then walk out to the patio and sit. We spend some time catching up and I finally get around to telling Marge what happened very early today with Mark and Nancy, and the predicament it's created. I broach the subject of her taking him on either for herself or her group.
"Ronnie I know you think you have an idea of what happens in my parties, but let me tell it to you straight. This isn't just people swapping partners. Lenny and I had, well certain tastes when it came to sex. And once we started that one specialty business we began meeting others who had similar interests. That grew to where we were meeting all sorts of people. Everyone is nice and friendly, and we know what we like and it's not exactly the same as what everyone else likes. One of the reasons Lenny and I got into hosting these parties -- it was a way for the friends we've met to safely indulge, have some fun and not feel like they were getting judged. I'm not too sure about taking on someone like this."
