My wife came home from work and announced we had been invited to a party the following weekend.
"Sounds good, whose party? and where is it?" were the obvious questions, amongst others that went through my mind as I asked the first of them.
"a guy called Frank, he is a friend of my boss, apparently it's a housewarming or something, anyway for some reason Frank asked my boss to invite us, I met him at work a week or so ago, seems like a nice enough guy, he is a little older than us maybe 55 or so."
"OK well we don't have anything on so it's OK with me."
"Are you sure? He seemed very friendly, I don't think he is married but he has just moved to a nice house and throws a good party so I hear."
"We need to get out more and it would be a fun evening I am sure."
"Yes well all the women are to wear sophisticated outfits, that means formal dresses and heels, that's the only stipulation."
"I don't have a problem with that hun, if it raises the standards a little, would be great to see you dressed up too, you know I love that."
"OK I will tell my boss we are going then."
The next day Linda told her boss we would be attending, he grinned, pleased at the news and suggested she may want to get a nice new dress for the occasion, something a little daring maybe, showing a little cleavage and leg too. She laughed it off but as the days passed his words hung in her mind causing her to feel a little bit nervous as to what she was expected to wear to the party. A chat with one or two of her work colleagues opened her eyes a little in that Frank was a known womaniser who was quite adept at getting his way with women he took a fancy to in some way or other.
Linda mentioned it to her boss, a small man who while friendly enough always had an air about him that gave reason to suspect he was always scheming in some way.
"Frank's parties are good fun, OK sometimes they get a little out of hand, but no one gets hurt and it is always by mutual consent."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You know what happens after a few drinks amongst consenting adults I am sure, doesn't happen every time but occasionally when a couple of the guests want to play then its Ok is all" with that he walked away, now confident Linda knew what sort of party it could turn out to be.
Linda stood rooted to the spot, a little surprised as she had no idea that her boss attended that sort of party, or indeed that it went on so close to home so to speak. She chatted to a few of the other girls about it, one or two had been to one of Frank's parties before and said it was a normal party with nothing unbecoming apparent happening and certainly not to them. Her mind at rest she let it drop.
We discussed what she had found out that evening in bed, the fantasy quickly outstripped the facts as we ended up fucking with all kinds of horny ideas running through our minds. In the calm that followed we had agreed that we needed to get out more and have fun, this party although it was with a crowd we didn't really know we felt it would be exciting at the very least.
Over the next few days Linda was trying to decide what to wear to the party, many times she had her dresses out and was holding them to herself , undecided until she came in from work one evening her mind made up it seemed.
"Frank dropped in today" she casually remarked "I asked him what the dress code was, he said anything short, low cut and flimsy was OK with him , oh yes stockings and suspenders are a great love of his too, ummmmm and high heels of course."
"Did he tell you what colour to wear too?"
"Well he suggested black lace of course, like most men, so I told him I would have to revisit my lingerie drawer and see what I had, he seemed to like that."
"I am not surprised, I am sure he now thinks you will be dressed like that for him."
"Well I was thinking about getting new stuff anyway."
I left it there and sat thinking how a guy could strike up that sort of conversation with a married woman. If that was anything to go by his reputation as a womaniser was well founded. My mind raced as I thought of the possibilities of the party, what would happen, who would be there too crossed my mind, as I thought about it my cock started to stiffen.
Two days before the party Linda had been shopping, she came in and hurried upstairs with her bags, a new dress I guessed, shoes too probably. When I asked her about them she said I had to wait until Saturday night to see the outfit.
I could tell she was excited at the prospect of being dressed sexily and in a crowd of new people too.
Saturday came round slowly the anticipation was almost unbearable, as my mind filled with images of what could happen let alone what I wanted to happen. All the while I was also aware that once we entered the party there may be no turning back, the conflicting feelings of arousal and jealousy fought for the upper hand in my head.
Saturday evening and Linda was taking her time getting ready, she had showered and took a long while using oils all over her body, trimming her pussy and making sure she did her make up to best effect. She looked so hot as she applied her lip gloss in a shocking pink that made her lips pout, mmmm very kissable.
She slipped on her new seamed stockings, sliding the sheer nylons up over her smooth tanned legs, then attaching them to the lace suspender belt that framed her as and pussy. Checking her seams were straight as she pirouetted in front of the full length mirror, her trimmed pussy so inviting in the reflection as it was briefly on view She slipped her lace panties on and pulled them over her thighs before easing them over her ass to cover her intimate parts. Stretching out her arms she stood and posed in front of the mirror, obviously enjoying the feeling of her sexy undies, looking hot and feeling very horny too. Her dress slipped over her head sliding down over her naked breasts, the nipples already erect and teased as the sheer fabric slid across them sending small electric shocks to her clit.