Sarah had been reluctant to come to this party. She was good friends with her colleague. Even though she knew he had a bit of a crush on her she had wanted to celebrate his birthday. But she now found herself in a room full of strangers.
Her thoughts had already turned to Dan. She should have been at home with him, patching their relationship together. It had been his fault, though, springing such a thing on her. She finished her third glass of wine.
From across the room came a lady in her late thirties. Sarah assessed her as she approached. She wouldn't have guessed her age, in fact she estimated her to be maybe in her late twenties. Her skin was pale and unblemished, her green eyes sparkly and her brown hair perfect without a trace of grey.
Sarah was glad that this woman was dressed in clothes as revealing as the ones she was wearing. Clothes she had chosen to spite Dan by catching the attention of any man that may be there tonight. Sarah herself enjoyed a simple beauty and her blue eyes and blonde hair never failed to turn heads, especially coupled with the mini skirt and low cut top she had on tonight.
"Hi, I'm Cara."
"Sarah."
They shook hands and Cara took a seat beside Sarah. Immediately the conversation ran through the various topics of small talk. Despite the banal chatter Sarah found herself liking Cara.
"I noticed you looking a bit distracted when I came over." Said Cara.
"Hmmm, yes. Man problems."
"Oh? I've had my fair share of those."
"Hopefully not like this one."
Sarah was by now quite tipsy and found herself laying out the personal nature of her problem.
"I've been with my boyfriend for years and we now live together. Suddenly the other day he tells me he wants to try a threesome or maybe group sex. The cheeky bastard even says he'd be happy to share me."
"And you're obviously not keen?"
"I don't know, but I don't like how he thinks of me like that."
Cara took Sarah's hand and led her to a room in which they were alone. They both sat. Cara then proceeded to lay out a story that captivated her new friend.
Cara had been married at 21. Her husband, Greg, was several years older and already a successful businessman. In his spare time he ran an elite club whose members shared a common interest in erotic art. They were none of them artists, but all were collectors of either photos or paintings of men and women in various states of undress and ecstasy.
Greg had started this club with two of his friends. Cara liked these two other men and enjoyed wearing revealing outfits whenever they came around. Her husband had noted this. One day, when the three friends were drawing a club meeting to a close, Greg went and gave his wife some instructions.
As the men were saying their farewells Cara came into the room carrying the two friends' coats. She was completely naked. The men drank in her sublime body, from her long legs, up to her firm thighs, the soft pink curtains of her pussy and the light brown trimmed hair above. Their gaze ended on her full breasts and nipples which stood bullet erect.
Cara maintained a blank expression as she handed them their coats. Greg ushered his friends out of the room. She didn't ever find out what happened in the following weeks but before the month was over she noticed that her husband's club had grown to over a dozen members.
"Must have been crowded." Commented Sarah.
"Not really. We lived in a huge house, kind of a mansion really. The guys all got together in the library and there was plenty of space. Greg had bought some posh leather sofas. He didn't tell me why we needed them, but I soon found out."
Members were now being charged to be part of the erotic art club. In return they had use of Greg and Cara's library and the occasional artist or photographer came in to give talks. Certain members were paying much more than others. In return they received a unique benefit. Cara.
At seven thirty on club evenings the regular members were shown the door. Those that had paid extra remained on the sofas. A small table set in the middle of the room was cleared of drinks.
