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.