Trophy Wife
Natalie loved to be watched; Mario loved showing her.
You could feel the excitement in the air. Maybe it was his promise that we were sure to enjoy this particular party, or his sly hints he dropped about the new toy that he and Natalie had bought, but our small group of swingers gathered in Mario’s sumptuous gameroom seemed unusually eager that night. Neither Mario nor his charming wife Natalie, were there to greet us at the door. But the familiar crowd helped themselves, and the party seemed to go on well enough without its host.
We had been there less than an hour, chatting, sitting around, drinking and smoking, when suddenly the lights went off; the crowd shifted in restless anticipation. There were a few whispers, quickly hushed. Somewhere, a woman giggled nervously. T
