The life changing friendship between Irene and Sally started rather inauspiciously in a queue for the ladies toilet. It was a very slow moving queue.
"I assume you are here with your company for a Christmas part?" Sally opened the conversation, trying to take her mind off her desperate need to pee.
"Yes, but I've lost track of most of them, so I'm thinking of going home. I wouldn't normally come to something like this on my own, but my husband persuaded me." Irene explained.
"Well, I've had enough of waiting in this queue, and if I don't get into a loo soon I'll pee in my pants. I'm going somewhere else, are you coming?" Sally suggested.
"Actually I was thinking of heading home, once I'd been to the bathroom." Irene explained.
"If you wait in this queue you won't get home until midnight, come on." Sally pulled Irene out of the queue and out of the bar.
As they walked Sally questioned Irene further.
"So, you said your hubby persuaded you to go to the party alone, why did he do that?"
"He, um, it's." Irene completely failed to get started.
"Just say it! You won't shock me." Sally insisted.
"He fantasises about me with other men." She finally spat out.
"Oh, that, most men have that fantasy, thank God!" Sally replied, chuckling.
"Do they really? And why 'thank God'?" Irene queried, puzzled.
"Because we can have fun, without risking our marriages." Sally explained.
"You mean you have sex with other men?" Irene asked, unable to believe what she was being told.
"Oh yes, all the time," Sally pulled Irene's arm, "this is the place."
Sally pulled Irene into a very crowded bar, with loud music being played by a DJ, and lots of young city types, sexy women in very daring dresses, and gorgeous men in dark suits. Irene guessed the average age to be about thirty, and they clearly had plenty of money.
"Come on," Sally insisted, still pulling on Irene's arm, "I need to pee really badly."
As the two ladies pushed open the door to the ladies toilet, a rather fat young woman pushed past, going in the other direction, bumping heavily into Sally as they both tried to get through the narrow door at the same time.
"Oh shit!" Sally exclaimed as she ran towards an empty cubicle.
She didn't bother shutting the door before whipping down her panties and dropping onto the toilet.
"That silly fat cow made me wet my knickers!" She explained to Irene over the noise of her gushing urine.
Irene was feeling pretty embarrassed watching the younger woman on the toilet.
"I guess I'll just have to throw these in the bin, I mean, I haven't got a plastic bag or anything to put them in,." Sally explained whilst slipping her sodden panties over her shoes and holding them out for Irene to take.
Irene held the side of the thong between her thumb and forefinger, and, holding them away from her she deposited them unceremoniously in the bin.
"Your turn." Sally announced as she finished wiping herself and stood aside to let Irene through.
Irene was horrified, was she supposed to perform her toilet ritual in front of this stranger.
"I'm Sally by the way." Sally announced, offering her hand to shake.
Irene looked at the hand with disgust, thinking that it hadn't been washed after the woman's toilet activity, but she took it reluctantly.
"Irene." She replied.
Since she was offered no real choice, Irene squeezed past Sally and stood with her back to the toilet. As she hesitated it occurred to her that her own need was becoming urgent, which gave her little choice but to perform in front of her new friend Sally.
Irene lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and sat on the pot.
"My God, what are those enormous granny pants you are wearing? Do you think you are Bridget Jones? We need to get those off you straight away, you'll never get laid wearing those." Sally announced as she reached down and pulled Irene's panties off her ankles and deposited them in the bin on top of her own pee soaked thong.
Irene was completely blindsided, she couldn't stop Sally, because she had already started to pee, and she looked on in dismay as her underwear disappeared into the disgusting refuse bin. There was no way she could retrieve them and wear them.
"Brilliant, now we're both going commando, we're sure to get laid." Sally announced, filling Irene's heart with dread.
Irene finished her peeing, wiped herself and joined Sally on the way back to the bar. She could feel the fresh air on her bare pussy, and experienced a mixture of nervousness and excitement.
The bar was getting even more crowded and getting to the bar was quite a mission. Irene was conscious of her lack of underwear as she squeezed through groups of attractive men, many of whom took the opportunity to fondle her arse.
"That was fun," Sally announced when they finally got to the bar, "what'll you have? Cava?"
"Yes please, a glass of cava."
"A bottle of cava and two glasses please." Sally ordered.
"A bottle?" Irene queried.
"Well I don't want to be fighting my way to this bar again in a hurry." Sally answered.
"Ok, yes, that's logical, I suppose." Irene accepted Sally's plan reluctantly.
"Let's go over there where it's quieter." Sally suggested.
The two new friends negotiated their way to the quieter spot, and started on their fizz.
"Tell me more about your husband's fantasies." Sally asked, trying to get Irene onto sexier subjects.
"He is turned on by the idea of me having sex with other men, so I have to invent stories while we are making love, otherwise he can't get off. The stories need to be quite short, and I do find it upsetting that he needs me to tell him these lies. I don't understand why he isn't turned on by our love for each other." Irene confessed.
This was music to Sally's ears, as she always found it a great turn on to change a boring haus frau into a sex crazed slut, and Irene was as straight laced as possible and therefore ideal material. The fact that her husband openly confessed these fantasies gave her just the extra leverage she needed. It would be a classic push-pull campaign, the husband could push Irene into an affair, while Sally pulled her into it, followed by many more. By the time hubby got sick of the repeated infidelities it would be far too late.
For now she needed more information, and to get Irene to be just a little bit naughty, and then she needed to meet secretly with hubby, to plan a conspiracy.
"Oh Irene, there's Jamie, a friend of mine, standing with another cute guy." Sally announced.
Irene felt powerless as Sally pulled he through another crowd of men, one of whom had fondled her arse previously. He stayed true to his character and fondled her again, but this time Sally stopped, perhaps deliberately, leaving Irene trapped with the wandering hands man.
"You've got a great arse woman, and no panties, as far as I can tell?" He suggested as his hands slid round to the front of her thighs, pulling her in to his body.
She could feel his cock growing against her back as his hands reached her own sex and started rubbing through her thin skirt. Irene was starting to respond involuntarily to the man's intimate touching and his sizeable erection, when Sally set off again, pulling Irene free of the man's clutches, but not before he got a quick grope of her breasts.
"Jamie, how lovely to see you. Sally said, throwing her arms around Jamie's neck and kissing him passionately on the lips.
