Rose was still apprehensive about being alone with Jerry, but she didn't want to make a scene or cause any tension for Bob with his boss. Her hands were trembling approached Jerry, who was busy removing something from an overhead cabinet. Her eyes slowly roamed up and down his body, as she waited and watched him.
She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his tight little Speedo. His cock looked so thick and full, straining against the fabric. She could see where the balls were, the long shaft, even the bulbous head. She liked the way it looked. The realization both shocked and thrilled her, leaving her a little breathless.
Her mind drifted back to sucking Bob's cock in the bathroom moments before. She felt her pussy clench, and she wondered for a brief second if she would be able to deep throat a cock as sizable as the one at which she was staring.
"Hold it for me," Jerry said without looking down.
Rose's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe her ears. Jerry waited, holding a metal tray covered with prepared food items, with a slight smirk on his face.
"What?", she asked feeling a slight tingle between her legs.
"The tray," he said, shaking the food at her.
Rose blushed, embarrassed by her reaction. She took the tray from Jerry, and he reached up to pull another out of the overhead cabinet. He chuckled at her nervousness.
Her eyes traveled back to his cock, and her breath caught when she saw it. His speedo was tenting out, and the cock was rigid. "Oh my god," she thought, "he's getting hard!"
As she stared, she involuntarily brushed her fingertips against her right nipple very lightly. Jerry's cock twitched hard, and the tingling between her leg became a smoldering fire.
"Did you think I meant my cock?", Jerry asked, laughing.
The smile on his face told her that he had seen her staring right at his cock. The fire became a throbbing ache. She knew her face must be getting very red, as it felt incredibly warm. She bit her bottom lip, something she often did when nervous, then whispered, "Maybe."
Jerry carried two trays, one in each hand, and gestured with his head toward the cooking area. "Bring that stuff over so we can get it into the oven," he said, smirking, then added, "and maybe I'll let you hold it."
She picked up the other tray and followed him. Shawn and Minnie came out of the cave, and walked past her, moving into the house. To her surprise, both were completely naked. Shawn's small cock was rock hard and sticking straight out. She estimated it was three or four inches long, at best. "Oh my god, why are they naked?" she thought. "What have we gotten ourselves into?"
When they disappeared from view, he realized she had been stopped walking, staring at them. Jerry chuckled at the look on her face. "You ok?" He asked her, getting her attention.
"He's naked," she said, stating the obvious.
"Yeah," Jerry replied, nonchalantly, "I think he's going to fuck her."
Rose's mouth dropped open and could not believe Jerry's comment. She was surprised enough that Shawn was naked. It was even more surprising that he was walking around with an erection. However, the greatest shock was that Jerry acted like it was perfectly natural. Her mind was officially blown.
Jerry saw the confusion and shock on her face. He took the cookie sheet from her before she dropped it. "I can tell you're wondering what kind of crazy people we are," he said softly. "Let's get this stuff in the oven, and I'll explain everything to you while we sit and have a drink."
He busied himself getting the trays of food into the outdoor oven. Rose's mind was going in many directions. She could feel her "fight or flight" response kicking in. Part of her wanted to protest, to get angry and say, "What the fuck is going on?" Another part of her wanted to run away and hide.
Jerry asked her to help prepare the food, but Rose was preoccupied with thoughts of everything that was going on. Her imagination was only adding to the heat she was feeling in her pussy.
Rose glanced down and could see her nipples were rock hard and exposed for Jerry to see. He was staring at them, and she realized that she liked it. Whatever was happening was turning her on in a way she had never felt before. She couldn't wait to hear Jerry's explanation.
The food, it turned out, was all made in advance. They only needed to heat it up. Jerry finished loading the oven, then pulled out two wine glasses and filled them with some chilled Sauvignon Blanc.
"Come sit and let's talk," Jerry said as he led Rose to a nearby cushioned bench, and handed her one of the wine glasses. She sat next to him and clinked their glasses together, "Cheers," she said, with a playful smile. They turned to face each other, causing Rose to sit with one leg on the bench, knee bent.
She could feel the warm air on her pussy, the cloth having pulled up slightly between her outer labia. His eyes immediately moved between her legs. She desperately wanted to close her legs, but it was too late. She was afraid to offend Jerry, so she ignored how exposed she was. His gaze only caused the fire burning in her loins to throb.
Jerry sipped his wine slowly, his eyes moved up and down her body, lingering on the tiny thong and the puffy outer labia that bulged out around the narrow strip of cloth. She could feel his eyes on her body. Her breathing became rapid. She felt flush.
"I'm sorry," she began, taking a long sip of the wine with trembling hands, "This is all so crazy. Who are you people?"
She regretted her choice of words immediately. They had come out much more harshly than she had intended. Fortunately, Jerry took it well, letting out a little chuckle. "Well, to put it simply, Rose," he started, "We're swingers."
She took a larger swallow of her wine, emptying the glass. Jerry picked up the bottle and refilled her glass. Her hand was shaking as he did, making it difficult to pour withing spilling the wine. "We're not!" she exclaimed. "I mean, we've never done anything like this. Nothing close. This is crazy."
She was determined to speak her mind, so before he could respond, she continued. "Don't get me wrong. We're flattered, but Bob and I are not swingers. To be completely honest, we both feel very uncomfortable. If our kids weren't out on the boat, we would have left already."
Jerry waited and watched her, gently placing his hand over hers on the back of the bench. "I understand. Please let me explain." He gave her his nicest, most reassuring smile.
"Ok, go ahead," she replied.
"Gloria and I are swingers. We've been in the lifestyle since long before we got married. For us, sexuality comes as naturally as breathing air. We like to share the lifestyle with our close friends and feel that it is an amazing way to bond with people. We become much more than just casual friends. We grow very close to our swinging partners and care about them like family."
She sipped the wine again, and as he spoke, she couldn't help but notice his cock was still hard. The unfortunate Speedo looked like it was about to rip apart. She wanted to talk, but waited, allowing him to continue.
"Swinging also lets us share things in a way that people outside of our circle can't experience or understand. So, when Rose and I decided to build Adrenaline, we were wanted a way to ensure that the people in the leadership roles in the company were people we cared about and trusted deeply, and people who truly had everyone's best interests in mind."
She nodded. "That sounds like a great way to run a company. But, what does that have to do with swinging?" she asked, noticing Jerry's fingers stroking the back of her hand.
"Well," he continued, "knowing how our swinging lifestyle created life-long friendships and bonds, we thought what better way to select the leadership of the company than to select people we knew and trusted, people with whom we have an intimate, loving relationship."
"You mean swingers?" she asked, connecting the dots.
"Yes, that's right." he smiled and moved a little closer.
"We will not allow anyone to become a partner, a co-owner of the company unless we are intimate with them and their spouse."
She took a deep breath. "We?" she asked.
"Yes, we. That means that Gloria has intimate relations with the husband and I have them with the wife." His fingers stroked slowly up her arm as he shifted in his seat, moving even closer.
"I see," she whispered, trying to process everything he was saying.
"That way, we, the owners of the company, will have bonds that tie us together in deeply personal and intimate ways. We will want everyone to succeed and will always work to grow together and protect each other." He paused and waited for her to respond.
She looked deeply into his eyes, "And you think Bob is someone you trust enough to bring into this, to make him part of your leadership group, your swinging 'family'?"
He smiled, sensing she was coming around to the concept. "Absolutely," he said, confidently. "I knew it from day one. I knew that when I started Adrenaline, I wanted Bob to be my right-hand man, my brother."
She was surprised by his words, and deeply proud. She'd never heard someone, especially the CEO of a successful company, speak so glowingly of her husband. Whether it was his candor, the wine or her arousal, but she felt her perspective shift slightly.
"And that's why we're here?" she asked.
"Well, yes. You're here because we wanted to invite you guys and see how we mesh."
