I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of decadence in my life, and now with a lot less guilt. The adventure at the swingers' club with my neighbours, Debbie and Tom, was a first, and a dalliance with my son's friend Ben had signs of becoming an addiction, let alone my occasional intimacy with Debbie. Every day seemed to bring new thoughts, new temptations.
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'Have you decided? Are you coming to Rachel and Shaun's party on Saturday?'
The text message from Debbie was instead of our usual meeting for coffee. I'd had pressure of work, a couple of clients were anxious to have some up to date information and my dalliance with Ben had distracted me somewhat.
I texted back, 'Yes I'll come, but don't fix me up with anyone!'
After our visit to the club and my evening with Marco I think both Debbie and Rachel thought I was rather easy. However, the idea of a party organised by some 'would be' swingers was too much to resist. I was so conscious of my new found libido that anything a little bit risqué was a temptation.
Ben had brought that out in me and I still had to keep the whole thing with him from my son Jake. Debbie was the only one who knew anything about it.
Jake and his friends had all finished school for the summer. Some had gone away with parents for the 'last time' before university, others had got jobs for a few weeks. Jake had got some gardening work by way of friends and by word of mouth. Ben, apparently, had got a job delivering groceries for a local shop.
He still came round to see Jake and the first couple of times were distinctly awkward. In the brief moments Jake wasn't in the same room, he was either getting right up close to me, or stroking my backside, or trying to steal a kiss.
I kept telling him, "Don't be stupid," and pushing him away each time before Jake returned. I guess it was inevitable that another occasion arrived when we would do 'it' again.
It was in fact a few weeks before that happened. In the meantime I managed to get my head straight and was preparing for the party.
"What the hell do I wear, do I go slutty or conservative?" I giggled with Debbie.
"You really want me to answer that?" she was laughing too, adding, "Rachel has said there'll be about thirty people there, mostly couples, but a few singles like you."
"What goes on?" I asked, "are there games and suchlike?"
"No, she's not planning anything like that. It's a regular anniversary party, it's just that the guests have, shall we say, an alternative lifestyle."
"Hmmm," I pondered, "I feel a bit better then, I can just socialise and not make an idiot of myself."
Debbie told me that she'd arranged the taxi for seven thirty, and I duly turned up at her front door five minutes before. Tom opened it and smiled broadly.
"Well Louise, I really think you're going to make someone very happy tonight!" He was actually saying it without leering.
"Stop it Tom, I'm not going just for a.... cheap fuck!" I was blushing as he kissed my cheek, and I realised I'd used the 'f' word.
"I'd pay over the odds," he replied, making me feel even worse.
"Fuck off!" I'd said it again and I punched him before he slapped my backside just as Debbie appeared.
"Hey what's going on?" she said smiling, "you two are getting too friendly for my liking, and we haven't even got to the party yet."
Debbie's face showed no emotion, in fact she looked pleased. My face was showing some guilt at her husband's cheeky familiarity.
The taxi drew up outside while we were chatting, Debbie and I sat in the back with Tom up front beside the driver.
Both of us were wearing quite short dresses with a bit of cleavage, and our perfumes intermingled and filled the taxi. Debbie must have already been drinking because her hand went straight to my thigh and began stroking it.
I mouthed, "Stop it!" but she just smiled and continued out of sight of Tom. By the time we'd reached Rachel's house I was getting aroused which unsettled me, however I was taken by surprise by the size and opulence of the building. It was very grand, a mid Victorian villa set amongst trees with a gravel drive in front. Rachel greeted us just as more taxis arrived with more guests.
When we were being led into the huge lounge I felt the many pairs of eyes on the three of us. It was as if they were sizing up our potential in some sexual way.
I felt my heart racing until I'd calmed down with the first glass of Prosecco.
Shaun arrived and began to introduce us to various couples, some of whom I vaguely recognised from the visit to the club. I was soon much more relaxed and I guess that because I was on my own I soon gathered several men around me bombarding me with questions about so many things, most of them centred around me being single and being at such a party.
I was getting a little tired of all the obvious attention when Tom came up and rescued me. By this time he'd had several drinks himself and was also in quite a jolly mood. Debbie was amongst a crowd of people in the very large kitchen when Tom's hands began to wander.
We were talking to a couple that he obviously knew from the club and I felt his hand in the small of my back. At first I said nothing, not knowing quite what to do, but when he slid it down over my ass cheeks I discreetly put a hand behind me and grabbed his wrist. He removed his hand and I sort of glared at him.
The couple had been members of the club for many years and it was the woman, Lesley, that suggested we go out into the garden to chat, away from the music and hubbub of the lounge. By now I was on my third glass of Prosecco and I'd become much more talkative.
"Was Tom feeling you up?" she laughed, and I knew she'd seen what had gone on.
"A bit," I owned up, "he's my best friend's hubby, I wasn't sure what to do!"
Lesley chuckled, "It's all in the game as long as your friend knows."
"I'm not sure that she does and anyway they live next door, I wouldn't be able to face either of them if you know....."
"You mean after he'd fucked you!"
I cringed and blushed, "Yes, exactly."
"Well wait and see how it goes, these parties are usually full of surprises."
With that the music stopped in the house and Shaun was shouting out to come indoors.
The lounge was packed and there was a small table at one side where the celebratory cake had been placed. There were whoops of joy and derision as Shaun spoke to welcome us and he cuddled Rachel to thank her for their years of marriage. There were a few jokes, some very suggestive, whereupon they both cut the cake and Rachel suggested loudly that "the party should begin."
Slowly the crowded lounge emptied out and I saw Debbie stay behind chatting to Shaun and Rachel. To my surprise I saw Shaun do to Debbie what Tom had done to me. Clearly he was stroking her backside while his wife was apparently aware of it all.
Had I been missing something all along? I had no chance to wonder anymore before Lesley and I were joined by Tom again. He put his arms around both our waists and jovially asked, "Now which of you two ladies will I enjoy this evening?"
