Have you ever had to smile and be friends with a man you hate? A man who has defiled your wife? That was the task that Jayne had set me. The evening after he as drugged and fucked her, she went to his house and apologised to him! I couldn't do it. I just couldn't have looked him in the face and not punched him.
If any of the other neighbours knew what had happened they never said. Everyone carried on as normal. I found myself wondering just what Richard had on them, as they seemed to be in thrall to him. Had he done this before? Did he have something on everyone? The trouble was if you did start asking questions and it got back to Richard. Well, who knew how he'd react.
I also wondered how we would feel when the next "swap night" came around. Would we still be able to do it, enjoy it. I mean the neighbours hadn't done anything to us, but it was Richards party at the end of the day. His rules. The month rolled on and it drew inexorably closer to "swap night".
Just over a week before party night I asked Jayne how she felt about it. We had barely had sex following the night with Richard and Maggie. My issue not hers. She hoped that this would help us get back on the horse, so to speak and that it could only be good.
Besides she was horny. She has a high sex drive and I was letting her down. She wanted to be fucked. I hoped she was right but what if we got Richard and or Maggie. I couldn't have faced that. Still as she pointed out "No meant No!" And so against my better judgment I agreed we should go. Then a few days later the invitation arrived.
"Be at Paul and Karen's house at 7:30pm on Friday. Dress Code - Gentlemen -Smart, Ladies - Bridal.
As Jayne went through her wardrobe, looking for white, bridal underwear and I watched her trying on various combinations, my libido started to recover. Just that day I fucked her in the bedroom and over the kitchen units. By the time the actual night came we were much more like ourselves, back to being a team.
To say that I was apprehensive as we made our way across to Paul and Karen's house is an understatement. After what had happened after the last party I wasn't even sure that I would be able to keep my temper in check. We were pretty sure that none of the other neighbours knew what Maggie and Richard had done.
Jayne is pretty close with Karen and she is something of a gossip and would certainly have mention it to Jayne if she'd known. In fact once we were admitted to Karen and Pauls house and back with the group it was very much the usual bonhomie.
I stayed as far away from Richard as possible, however Jayne went and chatted to him, even greeting him with a hug and a peck on the cheek. I was in awe of just how calm and in control she was.
I chatted to the rest of our neighbours, it all seemed "normal". However there was no denying that behind the happy smiling faces there lurked the malicious hands of Richard and Maggie. Controlling and coercing, reveling in the power they possessed over the rest of us.
Just before 10pm Jayne rejoined me. She lent into me and whispered,
"God! But I fucking hate that man!"
I smiled and kissed her. Richard was making his way to the fireplace, all ready to take on his roll of beneficent leader and master of ceremonies. I looked around the room and everyone was looking at him. No one was smiling though. They all hated him just as much as I did. I was sure of that. Not for the first time I found myself wondering just what power he had over them. Why did they kowtow to his every whim?
"Quite everyone. It's time to see if you ladies followed the dress code." Richard announced as he tapped on a glass. He looked around the room and his eyes settled on Karen.
"As your hosting Karen will you start things off?" He said, in his low, supercilious tone.
Karen made her way to the centre of the semi circle of people. She was wearing a short, red dress and with the help of Paul it was unzipped. She pushed it down and shimmied out of it. The she stood and allowed us all a good look at her in her white satin bra and panties, White stockings with a white lace suspender belt and a red and black garter high on her thigh. There was a chorus of approval and smiling Karen rejoined her husband. My Jayne was called next.
Smiling serenely she made her way to the centre of the group. She unzipped her powder blue dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. She was wearing white hold up stockings, a white basque with small pink and pale blue hearts all over it with a matching, tiny g-string. She did a slow pirouette smiling at everyone, including Richard as she exhibited herself and then she rejoined me.
It seemed that everyone had followed Richards dress code. Maggie in a sheer white chemise with white hold ups and matching panties, Melinda in a white corset and matching hosiery. Little Sally in a very sexy lace bra and panties and then we came to Wendy.
Wendy stripped off her long dress and was in a black corset with red bows on it with matching g-string and black stockings with a red garter on the thigh.
"I believe the dress code was bridal?" Richard said.
"Well I wore this on my wedding night and Greg didn't disapprove." Wendy said. We all laughed. All except Richard and Maggie. Eventually Richard gave a thin smile and after a whispered conversation with his wife he sent Maggie for the bowls that would contain the names of each of us. As usual he drew the named with a fair degree of theater.
