We Need to Have a Tal

I still couldn't bring myself to go into the office. I rang my boss on Wednesday to tell him that Ian and I had split up and I needed a few days to sort myself out. He was very understanding and told me to take as much time as I needed. I was relieved to be free of that pressure.

I spent the rest of the morning mooching around the house getting under my mother's feet. I sat by the window clasping a mug of coffee and watched the pattern of rain drops running down the pane. I was feeling sorry for myself. After lunch the rain petered out and, although there was still some mizzle in the air, I persuaded Mum to come out for a walk.

We chatted generally but she eventually broached the subject of my marriage. She asked whether Ian might take me back. I told her about the videos and some of their content. She was horrified and said I should contact the police. I said there was little point now, the damage had been done. She realised there was little chance of Ian being reconciled to my affair.

That evening, I got yet another call from Nick once he realised that I wasn't going to show.

'So, you went to your yoga class instead, did you?' I hadn't but I didn't respond. 'I had organised something special for you tonight, as well.' He sounded irritable.

'I told you that I wasn't going to see you again.'

'And I've warned you it will only get worse,' he hissed.

'You can't blackmail me anymore. Ian knows everything.'

'Does he, Emily? Does he know about all your naughty little tricks?' This time it was Nick that ended the call.

I was shaking when the call ended. I paced up and down the bedroom, worried sick. I'm sure Mum heard my footsteps. She must have been concerned about me, but I was relieved that she didn't come up to question me about it. I eventually calmed down and realized I couldn't do anything about it. I finally went to bed and fell into a fitful sleep.

Mum still didn't quiz me about it the next morning. We had just finished breakfast when Nick's message arrived with yet another attachment, again copied to Ian. My heart sank. I could guess what this one contained. I went up to my room and started the video. I was right. The screen was filled with an empty spotlit stage.

Nick had invited me to a Valentine's Day Soiree, the week before. This year it fell on Saturday, but it would go on into the early hours, and we would have to sleep over. It was unusual for him to tell me what he had planned, but obviously he wanted me to arrange a hall pass from Ian. The event sounded thrilling and I was really excited at the prospect of actually sleeping with Nick. However, I had to find a reason to be out all night.

In the end I told Ian that it was a hen party for a girl back home and that she would put me up for the night afterwards. He didn't react. He didn't even ask the name of my friend. 'Have a good time,' he called out as he left for the rugby. 'Don't do anything I wouldn't do.'

'Is that a double negative?' I mused as I packed my bag. Nick said that it would be an elegant evening gathering and he had bought me a suitable dress. All I needed to bring was some sexy underwear. I also threw in a babydoll negligee and a change of clothes for the following day.

I drove over to Nick's and transferred my case to his car. The sun was just going down as we set off. We drove a couple of junctions up the motorway before turning onto a trunk road and then a winding road through rolling pasture land. He eventually turned into a stone gateway and pulled up at a lodge. A gatekeeper in bottle green livery checked the car registration and waved us through. The drive swept up a long avenue of lime trees with drifts of snowdrops in the verge. At the top, the Georgian house looked magnificent. The frontage was floodlit, highlighting the mellow red brick and stone dressings. Nick parked on the gravel forecourt at the front.

'Wow. What a pile,' I exclaimed. I just sat in the car looking at it. Nick raised an appreciative eyebrow.

'Come on,' he said. 'Leave your case in the car. Someone will bring it in.'

I felt like royalty as we stepped up the stone steps to the pedimented entrance. We entered into a double height hallway with a graceful curved staircase and huge chandelier. It took my breath away. As I was gazing around, we were approached by a rather formal butler in a black suit and tie. He checked us off his list, handed Nick a key and directed us to our room on the first floor. 'The reception will be commencing in ten minutes in the ballroom, sir.'

Compared to the majesty of the principal floor, the bedroom was relatively modest. However, the en-suite bathroom was really well appointed. Nick presented me with a pale pink chiffon evening dress. It was knee-length, gathered at the waist and fitted perfectly. I was constantly surprised how he managed to do this while my husband was absolutely hopeless at choosing clothes for me. 'Take your time,' Nick said. 'I want you to look your best.'

I sat down at the vanity unit bewildered by the array of scents and fragrances laid out. 'I'll stick with what I know tonight and try those in the morning,' I thought. I refreshed my make-up and, checking in the mirror, was pleased with the effect.

As we descended, we could hear classical music which we followed to the ballroom. It was a beautifully proportioned room decorated in salmon pink and white. There were couches lining the edge of the room but most people were standing around in groups sipping drinks and chatting. The colourful evening gowns and dark lounge suits created an elegant and refined tableau.

Heart shaped canapes and hors-d'oeuvres were laid out on tables between the love seats. Nick pointed out a waitress in a black uniform with a small white apron serving champagne. We sauntered across and took a flute each. The music was coming from a string quartet on a small stage at the far end. I recognised some modern tunes amongst the more classical pieces.

'Let me introduce you to Richard,' Nick said. 'He's old money and owns this place.'

He led the way to a huddle in the centre of the room. A tall gentleman with a shock of white hair was holding court in a circle of acolytes. Nick hovered on the fringes until there was a break in the discourse. Previously, when I had been with Nick, he had always been the centre of attention, so it was interesting to see him playing second fiddle in this gathering.

'Richard,' he began, 'Let me introduce Emily. It's her first time at one of your parties.' He urged me forward.

'Ah, Emily welcome,' Richard hailed me as if he had known me all his life. He greeted me with a close hug and a kiss on each cheek. 'I do hope you enjoy our little celebration.'

'It looks absolutely wonderful,' I smiled, demurely. 'It's such a beautiful house.'

'Thank you,' he said. 'You're very kind. Sometimes one doesn't appreciate it when you've lived here all your life.' He introduced me to the rest of the group and I received nods and smiles as he quickly ran round their names.

Just at that moment, a young waitress came over with a sweet trolley of delicacies. 'Now then,' Richard said, 'You must try one of these. 'Whichever takes your fancy,' he winked. There was a silver tray of eclairs, but rather than a chocolate topping, they had an unmistakeable pink iced hood on one end with a sugary pearl of precum on the tip. They radiated out from a mound of whipped cream with alternating sugar plums arranged around the rim. The other tray had a display of large profiteroles, about the size of tennis balls. However, they were slit open, across the top with a pink creamy filling and a red candy wishbone. I was taken aback by the obvious symbolism. The others broke into wide grins and giggles. 'We call these 'genteel pastries',' Richard laughed. 'They're a speciality of the house.'

'I presume you'll want an éclair, madam,' the waitress smirked. She delicately picked one out with a pair of tongs and placed it on a paper napkin with the head projecting out.

'All the men are waiting to see how you take it,' Richard grinned. I smiled at his innuendo and promptly bit the end off, causing some of the cream to spurt out. This generated even more laughter. Nick took a profiterole and joined in the joke, dipping his tongue deep into the soft raspberry mousse. Despite their distinct depiction, the choux pastries were actually delicious.

'Is Stephanie here?' Nick asked. 'I need to sort out a couple of things with her.'

'She's in the drawing room, through there.' Richard indicated a panelled door in an alcove opposite. 'We'll see you later.'

Nick walked me across but there was a change in his demeanour. Before opening the door, he drew me aside. 'You've guessed what this is, haven't you?' he asked. I wasn't sure what he was referring to. 'This exclusive soiree is just a well-heeled swingers party.'

I was dumbfounded.

'All these fashionable folk are here to swap partners. Does that shock you?' he asked, looking for my reaction.

'Well, yes,' I admitted, glancing round and seeing the guests in a new light.

'And,' he paused 'Richard wants you and Stephanie to start the ball rolling.'

'What do you mean?' I asked, concerned about where this was heading.

'He wants you to give a little show together to get everyone in the mood.'

'What? A sex show? No way,' I hissed.

'Come on, Emily. It will bring out the extrovert in you. You'll find it exhilarating. All these men lusting after you.'

'No, I won't. I'll be mortified getting naked in front of everyone. I can't understand why you want me to do something like that.'

'You have a perfect body. You've nothing to be embarrassed about.'

'Please don't ask me to do this, Nick. I'm way out of my depth here already.'

'You didn't want to have a threesome, but once you tried it, you enjoyed the experiences. You got aroused undressing in front of my friends. There's a lot of wealthy and powerful people here expecting you give a show.' He seemed to sense that my resistance was waning. 'Come and meet Steph,' he said, opening the door to the drawing room. 'Have a chat with her about it.'

Stephanie was sat with her legs crossed on a chesterfield by the fireplace. A slim brunette in a dazzling emerald dress. On hearing the door open, she rose and came to meet us. She was slightly taller than me in similarly high stilettos. Nick gave her a hug before introducing me. 'This is Emily, who is rather anxious about this evening's show. Maybe you would be able to reassure her.'

'Gosh, you look amazing,' she greeted me. 'That dress looks really graceful on you. It reminds me of apple blossom.' She had a husky sexy voice. 'I'm so pleased to see you. I wasn't looking forward to performing on my own. Have you done any dancing before?'

'You mean stripping?' I asked bluntly.

She smiled. 'Yes, stripping.'

'No, never.'

She nodded. 'I remember how worried I was, when I first tried it.'

'Did you enjoy it?' I asked.

She thought for a moment. 'Yes, overall. It's scary, but thrilling. I guess I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. I have a longing to receive attention. It's intoxicating and addictive.'

I suppose this piqued my curiosity. I was intrigued. I looked towards Nick and asked if he was certain he want me to go through with it. 'Yes,' he nodded. He leant over to give me a kiss. 'I'll leave you girls to sort yourselves out.'

'Have you ever undressed or kissed a girl before?' Steph asked, after he'd left. I shook my head. 'Well, it's probably best that you just follow my lead then.' Stephanie went on to detail her routine and the moves she would be making. She loved my corset and checked how to remove it smoothly before getting me to inspect her underwear. 'The last thing you want is to get your knickers in a twist when you're out there,' she grinned. 'You have to exaggerate your movements. Make them seductive, provocative even. Shake your shoulders and wiggle your hips. They'll also want to hear you moan once we get going. I'll let you know when,' she smiled. 'Oh, and try to keep eye contact with someone in the audience. Make it personal.'

Steph rummaged through a drawer and fished out a string of pearls. 'These will draw attention to your lovely slender neck,' she said, fastening the hook underneath my blonde hair. We freshened up our scent and makeup again and waited nervously for the call. I was really anxious about being watched. My stomach was in knots, but I was also feeling a mounting sense of excitement. Abruptly, Steph's phone buzzed. 'They're ready for us,' she announced. I gulped the remainder of my champagne and allowed her to take my hand and lead me to the door.

When we walked out into the ballroom, it had all changed. The lights had been dimmed except over the dais which was now spotlit. The string quartet had disappeared and the platform was draped in black velvet. In the middle was a love seat with a side table and a scattering of scarlet, heart shaped cushions. The guests were seated on the couches which had been rearranged in a circle around the stage. Richard was stood at the front addressing everyone when he saw us approaching. 'And here are the stars of the show, Stephanie and Emily. This is Emily's first time so please give them both a warm welcome.' I followed Steph in acute embarrassment. I looked round for Nick but he, and my profuse blushes, were hidden in the dim light. Instead, I kept my eye on Richard who sat down on the central couch alongside a glamourous looking lady wearing lots of jewellery.

It was at this point that the video started. It was focussed on the stage as we stepped up into the spotlight.

Stephanie led me across to the sofa where we perched on the front edge. She looked at me for a moment before beginning to caress my neck and arms. Her fingers brushed my hair back and lightly drifted down my cheek, turning my chin to face her. I tilted my head back as she leaned in for a kiss. She kissed me so softly I could barely feel her velvety lips. She nipped my lower lip, sucking on it and sending shivers down my spine.

She reached behind me and deftly pulled the dress zip down to my waist. Our lips met again in a long sensuous kiss. Stephanie pulled the sleeves of my dress down my arms and let the bodice fall into my lap. Her fingers walked the line of the necklace and then back along the top of my corset. 'Your turn,' she whispered.

She was wearing a cute wrap around dress with a matching silky belt tied with a side bow. I slowly pulled the bow loose and opened the front. I slipped my hands onto her knees and up the sheer black stockings, pushing the hem above the lacy tops. The silky material felt so soft as I lifted it over her head and draped it over the side table. She shook her long hair out so it cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. She looked incredible. She was wearing a jet-black lingerie set with suspender belt and G-string. She had a slim toned figure and, whilst her breasts weren't as large as mine, her push up bra made the most of them.

Stephanie pulled me to my feet and my dress floated to the floor. I stepped out of it and she lay it on top of hers. She turned me to face away from the audience and began to cover the back of my shoulders and neck with kisses. She slipped the corset straps down my arms. My heart began to race and my breathing became shallower as she slowly unfastened the hooks. She finally tossed it to one side, releasing my breasts. Instinctively, I covered them with my hands, but as I turned to face the audience, she gently took them and placed them behind my head.

'Get those hips gyrating,' she whispered in my ear. Richard was watching me intently as my breasts began to shake. Steph ran her hands down my sides to the waistband of my panties. She gave them a sharp tug, pulling them up, deep into my cleft. I gasped. She held me tightly, pressing herself into me, and we started to sway together. I closed my eyes, trying to forget where I was.

'Lean back,' she breathed. My breasts were thrust upwards as our lips found each other and our tongues entwined. As we paused for breath, Steph inserted two fingers into my mouth for me to suck. She drew them down my breasts leaving a glistening snail trail around my areolas. Without prompting, I began to moan. She nudged my legs apart and pushed my hips out towards the audience. I noticed a number of the guests had started to massage their crotches.

'Time you removed my bra,' she breathed, turning her back to the room. I unhooked the back and slid the spaghetti straps down her arms. I held it out between my forefinger and thumb before letting it drop to the floor. Steph turned back to face the audience. Her breasts were round and full and so firm they hadn't really needed the support of her bra. Her areolas were dusky pink and positioned high on her perky breasts. I stepped to one side and clamped my mouth over her nearest tit while tweaking the other nipple. I began kissing her down the length of her torso.

I felt Stephanie fondling my pussy, rubbing her finger up and down the crevice she had created in my panties. She knelt down in front of me and peeled them over my butt and down my legs. We turned so the audience got a rear view of Steph's pert buttocks as I removed her G-string. We embraced each other, our lips and breasts pressed together. At the end of our sapphic act, we each did a slow pirouette and a little courtesy in our stockings and heels.

I thought that would be it, but Steph led me back to the couch and sat me down. She pushed me back and slowly spread my legs as wide as she could. She smiled at the sight of my bald vulva. I jumped as she gave it a broad wet lick. She pushed her tongue through the outer lips. I was flushed and whimpering. The room receded as my mind swirled in the clouds. Still flicking my clitoris, she slid two fingers into my vagina. I gasped. She started to finger fuck me. My moaning grew louder as she twisted her fingers in and out. I was getting hotter and hotter when she finally brought me to a shuddering climax.

Resurfacing, she grinned at me, her mouth and chin covered in our fluid. Steph moved up the couch and knelt astride my head. She slowly lowered her fanny to my mouth. I spread her outer lips and lapped at her inner folds. Suddenly, there was another pair of hands spreading my legs. And another face pushed between them. A man's face. His cheeks and chin felt leathery and scratchy against my intimate parts. But I couldn't see him. I was buried under Steph's legs. I stopped eating her out and struggled to extract myself, but she gripped me with her thighs. She tried to soothe me, telling me it's okay.

His tongue explored my vestibule and then forced itself down the entrance of my vagina. I squealed. I wondered if it was Nick. But he'd never done anything like this to me before, no one had. It could be any of the men in the room. His tongue flicked in and out, like a snake. I was too breathless to resume stimulating Stephanie. I just concentrated on what was being done to me. His warm smooth hands reached up to squeeze my breasts. Steph was still holding my head between her legs. I was bucking and arching my back in rapture. The man began to gnaw at my cooch. My senses were being overloaded. I wailed as another orgasm hit me.

I was still in a daze when Stephanie finally released me and stepped away. It was Richard who was kneeling between my legs in a pair of boxer shorts. 'You obviously enjoyed that,' he smiled. As he dropped his shorts, his penis leapt out, already erect.

'Oh God,' I murmured as he leant over me.

'My turn,' he whispered. He lifted my hips off the couch and slammed his cock straight into me. I scream out. Not from pain, my pussy was already well lubricated. It was the shock of being taken so forcefully. He drew back and pistoned into me again and again. My whole body lurched with each thrust. He fucked me like a rag-doll. I pushed my fingers through his thick hair. I tried to hold him back from ramming my head into the padded arm of the couch.