We didn't speak for a long time. Helen fiddled with the phone and I just sat there looking at her. Eventually I broke the silence. "Will there be many people there tonight?"
She answered in monotone. "I'm not sure, quite a few."
"Are they all friends?" I said.
"I think so." She said. "Bob said that they meet at this house every now and again and the wife of the guy whose house it is acts as hostess."
"Will she be there tonight?"
"Yes I'm supposed to be helping her."
"Are you alright?" I asked
"I don't know. I'm a bit scared. Don't you even think about leaving me tonight, you stay with me all the time, understand?"
"I understand and I won't leave you alone for a second. We can leave anytime you want to and you're in charge you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
We went out again to do a few jobs and didn't speak about the previous or coming night. I was aware that Helen hadn't told me anything about what had happened at Bob's house and I had all but lied about Tracy. She didn't need to spell out what had happened but I did. She had not given me the carte blanche that had given her, I was a cheating husband and I suppose until she was to tell me or I was to witness her, she was, to a lesser extent, a cheating wife. I was not comfortable with the situation.
I decided that I would drive to the house and not drink so that I could keep my wits about me and be ready to go the moment Helen was not happy. I recognized the area it was out of town in a posh village, all big houses as I remembered. I didn't want to bring it up and risk spooking Helen or I would have gone out in the afternoon to make sure I could find the place. I wanted it to be Helen that next mentioned it.
We did our jobs in town. I did some work in the garden and had a shower at about half past five. I put on all new clothes, jogging pants, tee shirt, sweat shirt and trainers. Clothing that was appropriate for watching football with the lads. I put on no underwear or socks, I hoped, this was appropriate for gangbanging my wife with a bunch of strangers. I came downstairs and watched the six O'clock news with Helen but I wasn't taking anything in. I kept glancing at her and couldn't believe what we had planned. I was determined not ask her about getting ready I wanted it to be her who started moving unprompted.
It got to seven O'clock and I turned to Channel Four News, the latest on the occupations in Iraq and Palestine made me forget myself for a few minutes. I looked at the clock, it was seven ten and Helen hadn't moved. If she started getting ready now and didn't take her usual time we would already be late. Seven fifteen and she still hadn't moved. Bollocks, I would have to say something.
"I'm going upstairs for a shave. I'll start the shower running for you, shall I?" I said.
"OK." She said a bit sullenly.
"Do you want me to iron anything for you, while you have your shower?"
"No it doesn't need ironing." She said still sounding less than enthusiastic but she hadn't said she wasn't going.
"OK I'll see you up there then."
I used the en suite bathroom, started the shower and started shaving over the sink. I heard her moving about in the bedroom then she came into the bathroom, naked, put her shower cap on and stepped into the shower just as I was finishing my shave. I called into the cubical. "I'll see you downstairs love. How long will you be?"
"As long as it takes." She called back.
"OK no rush." I called back and went into the bedroom. Her entire naughty waitress outfit was laid out on the bed. I was half expecting some cheep, maybe plastic, thing like one of those low quality plastic Santa Clause outfits. No this thing was quality and looked the part.
There was a white linen cap, starched and authentic looking like something from a Lyons teashop of yesteryear. A black shinny dress that looked and felt like silk, it was essentially a short skirt with two 30mm wide straps attached to the back which crossed over like a pair of braces. The straps went over each shoulder and widened into two shaped gathered pieces for a breast each and joined into one piece before joining the skirt so that the effect would be a long V from waist to shoulder barely covering each breast. The skirt had suspender straps built into the inside of the waistband, which hung down below the hem. There was a stiffly starched short white apron. A pair of white thong panties, a pair of black fishnet stockings and a pair of black stiletto heeled shoes. Fucking hell!
The shower stopped and I slipped out of the bedroom to wait downstairs. She was a long time getting ready the phone rang just after eight O'clock. I took the call in the kitchen. "Hello may I speak to Helen please?"
"Is that Bob?" I could sense him being a bit cagey. I recognized the voice and continued before he had a chance to answer. "We're running a bit late but we will be there. I've got the address but can you give me some directions or the postcode so I can get directions off the computer." He was no longer suspicious and gave me directions that were easy to follow. I knew the road that the house was on.
I gave him a bit of advice "Look Bob Helen's a bit windy about this and she hasn't had a drink tonight so be careful how you treat her when we get there. She's quite likely to turn around and walk out if she doesn't feel comfortable." Bob indicated that he understood and would tell everyone. I asked him how many people there were and he told me there were about twenty men. Christ I nearly choked. I asked him how many women and he said that when Helen arrived there would be three, the hostess, the young woman we met at the party and Helen. I asked a final question. "Will everyone be joining in?" He said that he hoped so. I asked that he make a space on the drive for our car, as I didn't want Helen to have to walk in her heels and have time to change her mind. Bob said that he would sort something out.
Helen came into the lounge wearing her coat and said. "I'm ready." I could see the fishnets and stilettos but nothing else of her outfit. She had the cap in her hand and the rest was hidden under her coat. We got in the car and were off.
It was a big house 1970s brick and Georgian windows, all the lights were on but the curtains were drawn. Bob was as good as his word, there were cars parked in the lane but none on the drive and we parked with Helen's door about a couple of meters from the front door. "Here we are." I said, got out and closed the door. As I walked around the car Bob and a woman I took to be the hostess came out and Bob opened Helen's door, helped her out and said. "Hello again Helen, glad you could make it. I'd like to introduce you to Susan. This is her and her husband's house and she will be looking after you tonight."
Susan was about forty-five, buxom with blond hair and a smiling round face. She had a big red coat on but I could see her legs clad in white stockings and she was wearing white stiletto heels. She shook Helen's hand and said. "I think we are going to have a good time tonight Helen, come with me and I'll get you a drink." She smiled at me, turned to Bob and said. "Bob will you take Rupert through to the lounge the football's about to start."
The lounge was big with a plasma screen television as high as it could be on one of the walls. There were two large low backed leather sofas pulled out about a meter from the wall opposite the television two armchairs at 900 to them and another sofa at 900 to them on the other wall also about a meter from the wall. There were a few guys sitting but most were standing around in little groups or alone watching the television. Bob said. "I'll go and see what's happening the girls haven't been in yet we've been waiting for Helen. Everyone's been looking forward to meeting her."
"Can I come with you?" He didn't seem too keen but shrugged and led me back into the hall and along to the kitchen. In we went, Helen, in her naughty waitress outfit had her back to us and was talking to Susan. Susan was wearing a corset that came up to below her tits and flared over her hips, the white stockings and white stilettos that I'd already seen and nothing else. The young girl was talking to an old fat chap who was casually stroking her arse. She was all in white, stilettos, stockings, suspender belt and shirt collar and cuffs and again nothing else.
Bob did the introductions the fat chap, Roger, was Susan's husband and the gorgeous young girl, Joy, lived with Bob. Susan turned to me and said. "We were just saying how fantastic Helen looks in her outfit but we were thinking she's a bit overdressed, what do you think Rupert?"