Janet walked into the Paris hotel, exhausted on the last day of a long work trip. It was Friday, and her flight home wasn't until Sunday. So she would have some much needed downtime before the long transatlantic flight home to her husband Derek.
She poured a glass of wine, started a bath in the huge tub and as she undressed, a black envelope slid under the door. She picked it up and opened it as she eased herself into the tub. It was an invitation to a party at one of the most exclusive private clubs in Paris. Janet had heard of it, but had never been there.
The invitation was very brief, but very clear: "Masquerade Saturday Night, 8 PM. Do not attend if you have any sexual inhibitions. Dress as you like, this invitation is your ticket for entry."
Leaning back in the tub, Janet went back over the week's meetings, wondering whom she knew or had met in Paris that might have sent such an invite. She was used to being checked out by men at meetings and functions and this week had been no different. She had noticed several guys eyeing her, and remembered a few mildly flirty comments. But no one stood out in this regard.
As for inhibitions, Janet and Derek had a very active sex life, including several threesomes and trips to sex clubs. Nothing was "off the table", but always as a couple, never on her own. The more she thought about this party though, the more intriguing it sounded. And she really needed a stress reliever.
Janet needed to get permission. She picked up her phone and texted Derek: "Opportunity presented here for fun and games, not sure yet but asking for the OK." The reply came back quickly, "Of course, but insist on detailed recap when u get back."
Janet smiled to herself, took a sip of wine, slid one hand between her legs, and thought about where to find a mask for tomorrow night.
Saturday morning Janet answered the door for room service. Her hotel robe hung open, showing off most of her impressive body, only a black thong on underneath. She enjoyed the awkward glances from the waiter as he set up breakfast, trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants. She sat back and rubbed her thumb around her nipple as the poor waiter, now sweating, finished setting up and hurried out. Just a little exhibitionism as warm up for tonight, she thought.