After the threesome with Karen, she went quiet with a steady boyfriend. John had moved out, and my life was busy with training at work and a looming deployment. We would cross paths on occasion, but nothing sexual transpired. Knowing we were going away, a few mates and I decided it would be good to have one last party and decided my apartment would be a good place. I asked Karen if she would mind, and she said she would be away with her boyfriend that weekend.
We asked most of the guys we worked with, and we had about 30 people indicate they would come along. Most of the guys were single, but a few had girlfriends or were married. So we organised a few porn movies and a stripper and were looking for a couple of girls to serve drinks in lingerie. About a week before the party and Karen told me she had broken up with her boyfriend and did I mind if she joined the party night. So I jokingly asked if she would serve drinks and share our plan for a girl in lingerie. I was excited she would love to be a hostess at the party and would go and buy something new and sexy for the night. A few days later, she came home and showed me a lacy red bra with a latch in front and red panties.
Party night arrived, and we had everything organised. Karen looked terrific in her light see thru robe and red underwear: porn movies, gambling table, and a stripper at 10:00 pm. We invited the neighbours to avoid complaints, and our guests arrived with the music loud. It was a great night, and the stripper arrived at 10:00 to cheer from the crowd.
She was a short, slim brunette with smallish breasts but very athletic. She danced and stripped, grinding herself on different guys and getting them to help remove her clothes. I noticed Karen was only wearing her red underwear, and the crutch of her red G-String was a loose fit and from the right angle, I could see her smooth mound. I knew there was a good chance I would have sex again with Karen tonight, as she was single again and looking sexy. One of our neighbours was a couple from the Indian sub-continent, and this was the first time I had met them. She was enjoying the stripper and getting into the party. Her husband was a quiet guy but was enjoying the red wine.
When the stripper had left, the party had taken a more sexual feeling with the porn movies and Karen getting a lot of attention. Our Indian neighbour Eshana was sitting watching porn, her legs crossed on the couch, and making remarks about various positions the actors were in that she wanted to try. Her husband Mani was very drunk and watching Karen flirting with guys. I was amused as the guys wanted Karen to lose the bra, but she was playing hard to get.
Eshana was learning to play cards with six guys just after midnight when we found Mani passed out in the bathroom. She asked me to help get him home. A couple of the guys picked him up, and I walked/dragged him back to their apartment. She opened the door, and I dragged him to their bed and threw him in the middle. He mumbled something, and she removed his shirt and asked me to help. She thanked me for inviting them, and they had a good time and apologised for Mani being drunk.