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"No way," said Sally. "There's no way I'm going to be a hostess for your nephew's Stag party!"
"Oh it will be a laugh," said Sue, her old school friend. "We only have to serve Nick and his friends a few drinks and keep the music going. And then tidy up for them afterwards."
Sally glared at her friend. They had known each other for years, and Sue had a reputation for being on the wild side. Like Sally, she was in her mid forties, with a pair of breasts to die for. She was taller than Sally, and had lost most of her waist, unlike Sally who was still sexily curvaceous. Sue's straight bleach blond hair was as long as Sally's auburn curls, and they both spent a fortune at the same hairdressers.
Sue was divorced with kids that had grown up. Sally was happily married to Harry and was loving mother to their three teenage daughters.
"You wouldn't mind, would you, Harry?" Sue turned to Harry.
"You keep me out of this," Harry said, picturing the two sexy women in French Maids outfits.
"It's not as if we will be on our own," continue Sue. "Kathy and Laura have agreed to help too."
"Have they?" Sally sounded amazed. Kathy was usually pretty restrained when it came to going out, and her teenage daughter Laura, was the same age as Harry and Sally's eldest daughter, Dee. "Are you sure, Sue?"
"Yes. I spoke to them yesterday, and they're in. They need the money." Sue sipped her wine at the kitchen table. "Harry, tell her not to be so boring. She'll have a great time."
Harry mentally placed his wife in the centre of a ring of a dozen drunken young guys. He loved it when men looked at his wife, his prized possession. "It might boost your confidence a bit, Sally, and you've been saying you need to get out more."
Sally's jaw dropped. "Are you saying it's a good idea I go and get felt up by a gang of drunken young boys, Harry?"
"I didn't say that. That won't happen. Will it, Sue?"
"Oh for God's sake, Sally," said Sue. "It's just serving drinks at the rugby club, that's all."
"Do you think my confidence needs a boost like this, Harry?"
"Well," began Harry. "Since your mum and dad died, and you lost your job at he hotel, you've been kinda quiet. This might just be the thing to bring you out of your shell."
After Sue and Sally had finished their bottle of wine, Sally tentatively agreed to help out, reserving the right to slap any young man if they went too far.
The next few weeks passed quickly, and Sally pretty much forgot about the evening, until Sue arrived with their costumes.
"You never said anything about wearing a costume," said Sally.
"Oh, relax," said Sue, "It's just part of the fun of the evening. Nick got them specially for us. He's got one for Kathy and Laura too. Now hurry up. They'll be here in an hour, and the taxi is booked for just after, at about seven o'clock."
"Harry? Do you really think this is a good idea?" Sally looked at her husband.
Harry shrugged. "You can always give me a ring and I'll come and pick you up."
The two women headed up to the bedroom to prepare themselves.
As Harry passed by the bedroom, the door was open. The two women had gone in to the bathroom, probably to do their hair. On the bed were Sally and Sue's costume, and Harry decided to take a quick peak at them. There appeared to be a red costume and a black. Each costume consisted of a sheer bodystocking, with a silver zipper up the front, which passed down and underneath the crotch, and back up the other side. The gusset was unusually thick, thought Harry, but that was probably to stop the zip rubbing, and to provide a little modestly to a garment that left nothing to the imagination. He smiled to himself, and waited for the burst of outrage from his wife.
But an hour later, the two women emerged, and made Harry's draw drop.
"Are you satisfied that your wife is dressed like a complete slut!" snapped Sally. But all Harry could do was stare at the black transparent bodystocking. It covered his wife's body from the tip of her toes right to her neck. A silky black vest top provided cover for her lovely chest, exposing her midriff beneath the sheer material of the bodystocking. Her belly button was covered by the silver zipper. A long skirt of silky black ran almost the the floor, but was in fact two pieces of material joined at the waistband, creating deep slits in the side of the skirt that exposed bodystocking-clad thigh when she walked. Simple black stiletto heels completed the look.
Sue was dressed in the red bodystocking, with a tiny wraparound, strapless top that barely covered her breasts, and a tiny miniskirt. If Sally looked like a slut (although a very high-class slut) then Sally looked like a slag.
It then crossed Harry's mind, that if the young lads had provided these costumes for the women, then maybe they had something else in mind after all. Harry's stomach gave a small twist, and his mind began to race with possibilities of getting his wife out of a sticky situation.
But then, three things happened at once.
First, the doorbell rang. It was Kathy and Laura, who had arrived in similar costumes. They took off their long coats, to show the others their costumes. Mumsy Kathy was dressed in a bodysuit of pink, with a pink skirt and vest top of identical design to Sally's. Young Laura's outfit was pure white, with the tiny wrap-around strapless top covering her tiny breasts, and a little miniskirt that showed off her long slender legs. She looked like a virgin about to be offered to a demigod, and Harry found himself paralysed with arousal.
Then Sue called out that the taxi had arrived, and was waiting on the road outside. The women began to slip on their coats and gather a few bags. Harry stared at his wife, and was about to tell her that she could still get out of it.
Finally Harry's phone rang. Of course he should have let it ring, but when you're in a state of shock, its automatic to reach for your pocket and hit 'answer.' The caller was Harry's friend Mat, who had just arrived in town that afternoon, and was keen to get some of the guys together as he had some important news, to do with him and his fiancee.
"You're not actually going to marry her after all this time, are you?" joked Harry, as the women opened the front door. Although he was half listening to his friend's excited reply, he was half trying to get to Sally, to see how she was feeling about all this. But he could tell that Sally was still pissed off at him, and with a final fiery glare at him, she closed the taxi door.
Harry watched the taxi drive down the road, listening to his friend.
Mat had asked Harry to join them at a busy local bar. It was Friday, and the bar was packed with customers, and loud music thumped away. It took several minutes for Harry to find Mat who was surrounded by friends who were slapping him on the back and buying drinks. Harry learnt that after several years of engagement, Mat had finally popped the question, and his fiancee had said yes.
There was a lot to talk about, and much advice to give, and with the noise, the music, and the distraction of his friend's news, Harry hadn't noticed his phone buzzing away to itself in his pocket. It was about ten thirty, when he looked at his phone. He'd received a couple of missed calls from Sally, there were two voice mails, and finally a text. The text had been sent at about an hour ago and said: 'Come get me now.'
Oh shit, through Harry to himself, glancing round at his friends. He walked outside to listen to the first voice message, which had been left at 9:10. There was loud music in the background, and Sally was having to shout to make herself heard: "Harry, it's me. Can you come and get me now please. Please don't be long." The next message about twenty minutes later was more urgent: "Harry you've got to come and get me now! They've got this thing...ohh God..." there was a few moment silence, and then: "Harry please just come now."
He tried calling his wife back but there was no answer. He scrolled through his phonebook, looking for Sue's number and dialled. There was no answer at first, so he dialled again. A man answered the phone: "Yeah?"
"Can I speak to Sue please?"
"Who?"
"Sue. She's serving you drinks. Dressed in red."
