Doing A Carol 4
Dear Diary.
I had to jot down as to what had happened at the party, the dawning of my hot wife journey and the raunchy repercussions that followed on that pivotal night.
So, having done some research of what to expect at this party (and yes, my thoughts were correct) I packed a small wicker basket with a few bottles of prosecco, some crispy nibbles, a tub of chocolates and a thank you present for Maisy, our host.
Luckily for me that my friend Sara was going too, so her husband Michael offered to take us and bring us back so we could enjoy ourselves and have some drinkies.
Well it didn’t take me long to get to Maisy’s apartment as our intimate 19th century cottage is only a small drive away in the next village.
It’s a walkable distance, but with hardly any street lamps lining the winding country lanes to protectively guide me back home, it can be very dark and mysterious.
After waving goodbye to Michael and him saying that he was looking forward to Sara’s purchases (he’s such a cheeky and naughty sod, always up for a laugh) we were greeted by Maisy as Marta was already in the kitchen fussing about with the catering.
My offerings were a welcome sight as we soon cracked open a bottle of prosecco to get us in the party mood.
I’ve read that there’s a lot of ‘unusual and practical’ games to be had and I need to feel a little more looser to join in. I can’t be seen to be a party pooper, can I?
I’m not a prude, by any means as I’ve had a dalliance or two in my time, but somethings should be left for the imagination and for the bedroom. Well, that’s what I thought back then.
We were ushered into the lounge where Casandra, the sales representative, sat chatting to a few ladies, surrounded by a clothes rail of undies, a table laden with adult toys and a basket of wrapped gifts with a ‘prizes’ sign attached.
I recognised a few faces from our village, golf club and local area, along with some of Maisy’s friends, it looked like it wasn’t going to be a bad night after all.
With the smattering of small talk and having caught up with the latest gossip, we had to wait half an hour for the rest of the ladies to arrive, so more corks were furiously popped and the festivities began.
Casandra introduced herself, thanked Maisy for the invitation and made sure that our glasses were full.
She then explained that we were going to play some games with the products and have lots of fun in the process.
We could later on try on some of the outfits and have a small fashion show. I wasn’t going to participate in that, well that’s what I thought.
Casandra also had a range of products to sell and had her card machine on hand, as well as taking cash. This was handy as I wasn’t expecting to buy much. Just a small item to help Maisy earn some commission.
The first game was Naughty Bingo, where we were given a card and pen and had to go around and ask people naughty questions that were on the card.
When each one was answered, it was crossed off. The first one to get a line won a prize, then we played for the full house.
It was very revealing as to what the golf club lot had done in the past. Very interesting.
Marta won the line and Sara won the full house for the bingo game. Right, war had been declared as I was determined to win a prize. No matter what.
The next game, after another bottle opened with a round of drinks, was Dildo Hoopla.
Casandra had stuck different sized silicone dildos to a board and we had to throw sets of knickers onto them. Which each dildo worth a certain point, the person with the most points wins.
Unfortunately I came third and one of Maisy’s friends won. Bitch!
With nibbles being passed around, we had a small break to look at the lingerie and toys.
‘You’d look gorgeous in that lacy basque,’ Marta said as I held up the item. ‘Especially with your lovely body.’
‘Oh shut up,’ I joked, secretly thinking that she may be right. Would Jerry approve of me wearing such a daring outfit? I’m sure he would.
‘Here’s another drinkie,’ Sara said as she handed me another glass of prosecco.
‘Are you trying to get me drunk? I asked.
‘Just want you to have some fun. We don’t have to worry about getting home as Michael is going to pick us up. Plus you deserve to let your hair down sometimes.’
Sara was right. I do need to loosen up and have more fun. Life’s too short, isn’t it?
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