So there’s a couple living next door but one. We greet them in the close – nothing more than odd chats about fireworks or her health – she’s had a very minor stroke. They organised a BBQ for the 15 houses in our little cul-de-sac which went really well and while chatting (and flirting) with the woman I discover that she is a seamstress. I need a jacket altered – perfect. Payment negotiated for the alteration is that I’ll cook dinner for the 4 of us one evening. Arranged it over WhatsApp and also suggested that she and I could have coffee one morning as neither of us was working. That evening was last Saturday. We had a nice meal and sat and chatted till about midnight! Didn’t think anything was amiss. She messaged me on Thursday to say was coffee still on – maybe the following day? Tracey was around on the Friday too but I got her to come here for a late coffee. In the course of the conversation she suddenly blurts out that she has fallen out with hubby and they really aren’t getting on and she hoped that it hadn’t affected our meal etc. We sympathise with her, get chatting further and get told her sex life has been non-existent for about the last 4 years and that she has seen a ‘friend’ who has helped out but she’s not sure about him sticking around. After further chat we (well Tracey) reveal that we are swingers and then that actually I’m Poly and have, at the time, 2 Baby Girls who call me Daddy – she is fascinated! More chat about sex leads to an ‘understanding’ that if she comes over here on Monday I will help her cum – no decisions or discussions on whether that’s toys, fingers or cock. She goes home, promptly starts a WhatsApp Group for me, her and Tracey and we continue our conversations. Between her leaving here and getting home – about 5 minutes – Tracey asks me, bold as brass, ‘Do you want to fuck her?’ I was actually lost for words for a second but said that I didn’t know and that I’d take it as it came. Tracey blows my mind sometimes. So that’s where we are. I will therefore be ‘entertaining’ a lady-friend on Monday. The final part - she is so happy to have a relationship with us, mine is more sexual, Tracey's is more sisterly. She knows all about my Baby girls and is happy with that - in fact, can't wait to meet the local one. I have told the local Baby all about her and she is OK too. We are now officially a polyamorous family and I love them all (and, apparently, they all love me!)