"Are you sure about this," Rachel said to her husband as she stepped out of the shower.
"I'm sure if you're sure." Neil replied, hoping his wife wouldn't back down at the last minute.
"You don't think it's too soon for us to be going to a swinger's party?" She checked.
"You're asking me that as you stand before me naked with those big tits and shaven tight pussy on show?" He joked as she reached for her bath robe and covered herself up.
Rachel chuckled at him as she pulled the robe tight around her body and tied it securely.
"Come on, Neil I'm being serious." She said.
"So am I." He stated. "Listen; if you don't want to do this then we don't have to. You know I'll never force you to do anything you don't want to do."
"I know." She smiled.
"Besides," Neil started to say as he put his shirt on, "we are going with Paul, and he even said himself that we don't have to do anything. The members are seasoned and respect peoples wishes, especially newbie's."
"No, you're right," Rachel said, "It's just last minute nerves."
With that she suddenly seemed chirpy and left the room to finish getting ready.
Neil dressed first as always went downstairs to grab a beer from the kitchen. Closing the fridge and removing the bottle lid he gulped a large mouthful down before noticing the invitation stuck on the fridge by a holiday magnet.
Reading it for the 1000th time his heart began to flutter. It didn't give much information other than the theme was a masquerade party instructing the men to wear black tuxedos and the women to wear a masquerade gown.
Not specifying any colours to be worn by the women Rachel had picked out a dress that Neil was yet to see. Suddenly the doorbell buzzed into life startling Neil back into reality.
"Are you ready, Rach?" Neil called up to his wife as he approached the front door.
"I'll be down in a few minutes." Her soft voice shouted from inside their bedroom.
Neil opened the door and greeted Paul, who he had been expecting, with a smile and firm handshake.
"Hi." Paul said as he stepped inside the couple's home for the first time. "Are you both ready and excited?"
"Excited and nervous," Neil answered, "but we are ready."
"Excellent," Paul grinned, "and remember what I said Neil, no means no. Ok?"
"We got it," Neil replied, "and thanks for all the advice."
A few weeks after the couple had met Paul at the hotel Neil began to press his wife on the idea of taking their swinging to the next level and visiting a club, but not just any club, a swingers club.
Rachel was shocked and turned on but felt it was too soon. She had enjoyed her experience with Paul in front of her husband, and both of them considered it a success for their first time. But Neil wasn't satisfied in stopping there.
After weeks of more fantasising and talks Neil decided to get back in touch with Paul to discuss the whole idea of visiting a swingers club. Paul was thrilled the couple had asked for his advice and quickly gave them all the hints and tips they would need as first timers.
The couple grew to trust Paul very quickly as he spoke like a friend discussing financial advice rather than a stranger who had fucked Rachel discussing swinging. Not once did he suggest meeting up for a second round with Rachel or accompanying them.
The idea of tagging along was Neil's when Paul suggested a club forty minutes away in the next city. The couple agreed with Paul that visiting the closest swingers club to them would increase their chances of bumping into somebody they knew. The thought horrified Rachel.
After some minor research Paul suggested they use the masquerade party weekend for their first experience. He knew somebody who could get him some spare tickets as it was a gold member's only night.
Rachel questioned the fact that being newbie's would surely highlight the fact they weren't gold members. Paul told her to relax and that even hardcore swingers had nights where they simply want to watch and not play.
As Paul entered the living room Neil went to fetch a beer, remembering this time to tuck the invitation safely inside his tuxedo.
"Ah cheers, Neil," Paul said taking the beer.
Both men gulped down the ice cold liquid before Rachel finally stepped into the room dressed in her attire for the evening.
"Well, what do you think?" She said before giving the men a twirl.
"Holy shit!" Neil burst out.
"You like it?" She pressed looking for compliments.
"Do I like it?" Neil chuckled, "You look bloody incredible."
All the while Paul stood with one hand in his pocket whilst holding his beer in the other and smiling. Rachel noted his smile and gave a second slower twirl.
Rachel stood in a black, knee-length sleeveless dress with a spaghetti strap neckline. As she twirled Paul noticed the zipper back before she faced the men again with her fantastic cleavage on show. The dress' built in bra held her breasts firm while making it obvious she had no bra on under the dress. Her four inch heels completed the sexy stylish look along with her designer purse.
"Come on then guys, let's get going," Paul said grinning.
Neil left the house first so Paul took the opportunity to pull Rachel to one side.
"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on." He told her.
Rachel smiled, appreciative of his compliment. "Why, thank you."
"You're very welcome." He said, before reaching the car and helping her into the back.
Sitting in the back of Paul's car Rachel and Neil cuddled up together like a love struck teenage couple. Paul smiled at them through his rear view mirror before catching another glimpse of Rachel's cleavage. His cock stirred in his pants as he hoped to get a second bite at her that evening.
Finally, after making some good time on the road Paul turned the car down an alleyway before taking a sharp right behind a tall building and into a car park.
Rachel's mouth suddenly went dry with anticipation at the amount of cars already parked up. Taking note at how many of them looked expensive she relaxed slightly. Not one to judge a book by its cover, or a person by what car they drove, but first impressions did help.
"Right," Paul said as he turned the engine off, "It's time to put our masks on. After all it is a masquerade party." He grinned.
Neil took his mask from Paul which he signalled was the same as Pauls. Paul smiled before telling him every man had to wear the same mask and that it wasn't some trick to confuse Rachel. Well, at least it wasn't Pauls trick to confuse the ladies.
Rachel looked at hers and gasped. "It's beautiful." She said.
"I'm glad you like it." Paul said.
It wasn't cheap and plain like the men's. Instead this handmade mask was an authentic Venetian mask. Rachel ran the tip of her manicured nail around the particularly wide eye holes which she thought would look incredibly flattering. Punched all over in a delicate filigree design and then triple dipped in both black and silver shimmer, its subtleness wooed Rachel.
Slipping the delicate mask over her pretty face both men watched before she fastened it with its black organza ribbons
"There," Neil smiled, "now nobody but us will know who you are."
