Claire and Emma Have a Night Out
"Nervous?" Claire asked.
"Incredibly," Emma replied.
"I'll be by your side the entire time if you want me to be. You've got this Emma."
The two were in Claire's car, heading to a party. Claire wasn't nervous. She was looking forward to getting reacquainted with old friends.
"Tell me again how you knew about this party and how you know these people." Emma said.
"I dated a man who introduced me. I went to a couple of parties but didn't get a chance to really explore. The relationship didn't last because I was putting my career first. He and I stayed in touch. I met some great people and have gotten invitations occasionally, but this is the first time I've gone back."
"I can't believe we're going to a swinger party." Emma said.
"Well they don't really call it that. There is usually a theme, like tonight is a lingerie party. It's a tight group of people. Some are married couples or in relationships, but not all of them. New people are invited occasionally but they have stayed pretty exclusive and everyone has stuck to the rules."
"No telling, right?"
"That's a large part of it, Claire said. "No one talks about what happens at the parties except at the parties. There aren't many secrets among the group, however. Like I mentioned before, everything must be consensual. If you don't want to be watched, keep the door closed, and never enter a room unless the door is open."
Claire had been Emma's boss before a corporate buyout had split them and the rest of their tight knit-team up. They had all stayed in touch and recently gotten together for a cookout at Claire's house. It hadn't been planned but the group celebrated Nude Day in grand fashion.
"Have you talked to Asher lately?
Asher was one of Emma's former coworkers and Claire had been his boss, too. Claire and Asher developed a special connection at the party.
"Ash knows where I'm going tonight, if that's what you're really asking. Under that quiet exterior he is a confident man. Do you know he's been accepted into grad school?"
"Really? That's awesome. Way to go Asher."
"He's camping this weekend," Claire said.
"Asher camps? I cannot picture him roughing it." Emma said.
"That's what I thought too! He and a group of his college friends go every summer. From what I gather there is a little debauchery mixed in."
"And you're okay with that?"
"I am. He will be seeing his college sweetheart, and I told him whatever happens to just go with it and we'll talk when we see each other next. He told me to have fun and said he's good with whatever happens, too."
"And you believe him?"
"I do. We agreed that as long as we were 'safe' we should each enjoy ourselves."
"So you have a green light tonight?" Emma asked.
"Young people," Claire said exasperated. "Always making things sound so trashy."
"A green light isn't trashy. Now if I called it a hall pass, that would be trashy," Emma said.
"Tonight is about you, Emma. I'm not sure I'll be letting my hair down. "
Claire turned onto a long driveway. A large mansion-like house came into view. "We're here. Are you ready for this? If you're uncomfortable at anytime we will leave. Just say the word." Claire said.
"I'm ready. I want to have the confidence you do, Claire. And if I decide to go through with what we talked about, you're really okay with that?"
"I'm good with whatever you decide. I know from experience now, that a threesome can be wonderfully intense. If we find partners you're comfortable with, and you are sure, I will do everything I can to make sure it's everything you hoped.
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Claire and Emma were met at the door by a couple appearing to be in their late 50s. The woman was wearing a sheer nightie, the outline of her areolas and nipples visible. The nightie was short and she wore lace panties.
The man was dressed in a loud print shirt, unbuttoned nearly to his waist, and blue dress slacks. "Welcome. It's good to see you again, Claire. I was so happy when I heard you were coming. And you must be Emma. I'm Phil Barnett, and this is my wife Anne," he said.
"Come in and make yourself at home," Anne said. "I'll show you where you can change."
Anne led the two friends to a dimly lit room off the main entrance. There was a king sized bed, oak dressers, a walk in closet, and a door leading to a large en suite bathroom. "You can put your clothes in the closet," Anne said.
When they were alone, Claire removed her three quarter length jacket, revealing a blue corset, garter belt, and matching stockings. When Claire walked to hang her jacket in the closet, Emma saw she was wearing a g string. She looked stunning.
"Claire! You wore that on the drive here? You really are the sexiest woman alive."
Emma stood by the bed naked. She was large breasted with large pink nipples. Her waist was small, her tummy flat. Her hips were wider than Claire's, but in no way out of proportion to the rest of her body. A thatch of red hair covered her pubis.
"Will you help me with this damn thing, Claire?" Emma held a tangle of fabric in her hand.
It took some effort by both of the women, but soon Emma was resplendent in her outfit. The bright pink looked great against her red hair. Thin straps came to a cupless bra. Each of her nipples were covered by a small bow. The rest of the top came just below her navel. Pink lace cheekie panties completed her ensemble.
"Come on," Claire said. "I was told there will be a few new faces here, but I will introduce you to everyone I know."
The lights were low in the main part of the home. Lighted candles gave the room a glow. Men and women with drinks in their hands were talking in small groups. A table with a dozen opened wine bottles stood next to a stocked bar area. It would have seemed like a usual cocktail party, but for the large bowl filled with condoms sitting on the bar.
"Claire! You look ravishing as always. I'm glad you decided to join us." The man speaking was medium height, appeared to be in his early 40s, and had a winning smile. His hair was dark brown starting to go grey at the temples and he was clean shaven. He was wearing a blue sports coat over a white shirt with tan chinos.
"Hello Steven, it's great to see you in person after so long," Claire said as the two hugged. "Steven, this is my dear friend Emma. I mentioned her when we spoke on the phone. Emma this is my friend Steven."
He stuck out his hand to take Emma's. It's Steve, actually. Claire is the only one who can get away with calling me Steven. May I get you a drink? Phil and Anne made sure the bar is well stocked. He raised his orange drink garnished with orange slices and a cherry."
"Whatever you have looks great," Emma said.
"I would be happy to make you one, but there's no alcohol in it. I don't drink, myself." He said.
"Well I'll have what you're having, if you don't mind adding a generous portion of vodka. Is that okay?"
"Of course. And Claire? Is it a red wine or martini night for you?"
Claire practically sparkled in the candlelight. Her blue corset matched her eyes perfectly and complimented her blonde hair. "Martini, extra dirty. Thank you Steven."
While Steven was getting their drinks, Emma said, "Wow Claire. He is the one you dated? I should have known he would be drop dead handsome."
"He is. And he is, isn't he? I really don't like thinking of it as shopping for partners, but what do you think? Should we put Steven on your list of possibles?"
"Oh Claire, he's gorgeous, but I wouldn't do that. It's obvious there is still a spark between you. And he is quite a bit older than me."
"Steven is a good man, Emma. I'm suggesting it because I know he will be open to the idea. And I trust him. More importantly, I trust him with you."
"Alright, let's mingle a little more before I decide."
Emma was amazed how casual and friendly everyone was. The group ranged in age, although of the 30 or so people, she was among the youngest. People flirted openly, but Emma heard no overtly sexual comments.
A younger man kept catching Emma's eye. At first she thought it was because they were close in age, but the more she looked his way, the more she was drawn to him. He was very good looking, but in a subtle way. He had dark hair and dark eyes. He wore a neatly trimmed goatee. His smile revealed perfect teeth. He carried himself in such a way that communicated he was comfortable with himself rather than full of himself.
"Do you know that guy over there, Claire? Emma asked.