A few weeks had passed since my wife, Jane's, school reunion evening and life had more or less returned to normal. I had tried to add spanking to the, noticeably, more frequent sex sessions and but it never really felt appropriate. I wanted to, and I think she did, too but, it never felt like it was warranted.
On the school reunion evening there was a reason and Sarah had manipulated the events, but there never really was a good reason to spank her in the weeks that followed. I still had the school reunion evening with Sarah scorched indelibly into my brain and had tried to find surreptitious ways for Jane to link up with Sarah again.
Occasionally I would ask if Jane was intending to go out with Sarah again. I always waited expectantly for a positive answer but her responses were always a little bit evasive. After a while I resigned myself to the fact that Jane had gone cold on the idea and the school reunion evening would forever be an exciting one-off event.
Once a month my wife would go out with 'the girls' to celebrate somebody's birthday, new job etc. This worked perfectly well with me as it gave me the freedom to go to football and the pub without feeling too much guilt. After one boozy evening around town with the girls, Jane came home the worse for wear and let slip that the girls had been harassed by annoying local Lotharios and they had been put firmly in their place by Sarah. My ears pricked up and I immediately followed up on this.
"Sarah. Your school friend Sarah? I questioned.
"Yes," she replied.
"THE Sarah?" I pressed further.
"What do you mean, THE Sarah?" she spluttered.
"You know full-well who I mean! THE Sarah! Sexy Sarah! Spanking Sarah! Is that who?"
"...Yes. She has started to come out with us. She's a right laugh!" Jane giggled.
"...So why are you suddenly so interested?" she tried to corner me.
"I'm not... I just wondered," I suddenly got defensive.
"Are you worried that she might say something naughty about the school reunion evening?" she teased.
"Why, has she mentioned it to you?" I asked.
"It might have cropped up in conversation," she laughed.
"Has she told the other girls?" I looked at her in disbelief.
"Don't worry. You come out of it as a bit of a cult-hero with the other girls! They are really jealous of Sarah and me and they keep pestering us to tell them about what it was like to be spanked and caned."
On one hand I wasn't happy that Sarah had blabbed about the reunion evening spanking session to others, yet on the other hand I was more than interested to find out that other women were actually jealous of them.
"Whilst we are on the subject, that reminds me that Sarah is holding a Lingerie Party next Saturday evening at her house and all the girls are going."
"But that's my birthday! I thought we were going out for a meal," I exclaimed.
"Yes, I did remember that it's your birthday. I did tell Sarah that I couldn't come but she insisted that I come and you are to be invited as the special birthday guest. You can give your expert opinion on the lingerie. She has checked with the other girls and they are all more than happy to have you there. Consider it to be a special birthday present from us all!"
"You have got to be joking?" I laughed.
"No, I'm serious. Everyone is up for it," she gave me the thumbs up gesture.
I was convinced that this was a wind-up by my wife so decided to go along with the pretence. I was secretly excited just in case it was true.
The next week seemed to take forever and Jane kept on teasing me about being 'the only male ever at a women's lingerie party'.
I passed off her witty remarks with a laugh and a joke. I was not going to fall for her little ruse!
When Saturday eventually arrived, I was greeted with a pile of birthday cards from family and friends. The last card I opened was in a golden envelope, but it was not a birthday card. It was a formal invitation to the Lingerie Party as the VIP guest.
The invitation stipulated two rules:-
1. You may look, but you may not touch the merchandise!
2. As the judge you are requested to wear a suit and tie.
The invitation was signed with kisses by all the girls. I showed it to Jane who nodded knowingly and smiled.
"See, I did tell the truth, didn't I?"
"I thought you were winding me up!" I replied. "So, why do I have to wear a suit and tie?"
"Don't know, but if I were you, I wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth," she laughed.
"We all have to bring at least one item of lingerie; we will all take turns showing our favourite outfit and you will give feedback on what you like about it and which is the best."
I decided not to ask any more questions and just go along with their little game. I dressed in my one and only suit, a sombre grey ensemble together with a white shite and a grey silk tie. It looked like I was going to a wedding, not a party.
Meanwhile Jane took an absolute age to get ready and must have tried on everything in her wardrobe before opting for a little black dress that showed off her figure to perfection. I sensed that she was wearing stockings and suspenders as I thought I could see the tell-tale bumps on her thighs through her tight dress. She looked great and I went in for a big hug, to test my stockings and suspender theory.
I was 100% correct - I didn't get where I am today without recognising when a beautiful lady is wearing stockings and suspenders!
We booked a taxi to take us to Sarah's house and Jane gathered up a "Victoria's Secret" bag to carry her "change of clothes" and we headed up the drive. I had no idea what outfit she had chosen to bring for the modelling session, as she had been really secretive about it. She did have plenty of nice lingerie to select from so I knew she would look great in whatever she had chosen!
I pressed the doorbell, and was greeted by the lovely Sarah, wearing a clingy, short white dress with a V-neck that just showed off the top of her ample cleavage. This was set off by white high heels and a white beaded necklace. Her figure looked great and she looked every bit as sexy as I remembered!
She looked me up and down. "Very smart. Very nice! She grinned at me.
She then turned around and shouted into the house, "Our VIP guest has arrived girls!"
She then gave Jane and I a very big hug and gestured for us to go in the living room where three other young women were already seated on a plush couch and a chair. There was a large coffee table covered with cheese, crackers and bottles of wine between them.
Jane introduced me to the hot-looking young ladies who were called Mandy, Chloe and Nikki. I remembered seeing their names on the party invitation. I am sure I detected a few 'knowing looks' between them as I was introduced as Jane's husband.
"Your reputation precedes you," Nikki commented to me with a cheeky wink.
Mandy was at least 5'9, brunette with shoulder-length straight wearing a dark red blouse with a plunging neckline that emphasized her jutting breasts. Mandy was quite loud and clearly not shy.
Her friend Chloe was a pretty "bottle-blonde" who wore a black dress with black tights and had a slim build suggesting a gym-toned physique. Chloe was also quite chatty and told a crude story of what she and her boyfriend got up to after the last lingerie party. Everyone laughed along with her and they all seemed to be good fun.
Nikki was a slightly taller brunette, who was strikingly beautiful, and simply dressed in a longish classy blue skirt with matching high heels. They were all very attractive, and my birthday appeared to be getting better and better!
By the time Sarah came back into the room, some of the ladies had finished off their first glass of wine and were deep into their second, while Chloe was still half-way through the glass of red merlot that she had picked up from the nearby dining room. Sarah continued to serve wine to each of them and left out several bottles in the dining room adjacent to the living along with some additional hors d'oeuvres in case they ran low on the coffee table.
Jane and I grabbed a glass of Merlot and I found myself doing a mental survey of the women there, wondering who I thought would look the best in lingerie. All the women were very desirable in their different ways and it looked like any outfit would look fantastic on Nikki. The chatting and wine continued.
In what seemed no time at all an hour passed and Sarah called the room to order by loudly tapping a spoon on her wine glass. The conversations petered out and everyone looked at Sarah.
"OK ladies (and gent), it's time to get the show started!" This was followed by a few whoops by Mandy and Chloe.