It took another two weeks and several exchanges of emails and phone calls, but it was finally arranged. The four of them would have dinner and spend an evening (and maybe the night) together. Helen offered to host the party, because her house was roomier and more private than was Roberta’s condo apartment. It would be a sort of extended doubledate with the added spice of swinging thrown in. The two women hoped to share and swap both their sons and themselves. It was that last element of the situation, the opportunity for Roberta and Helen to experiment with their ‘bi’ sides if they wanted to, that caused them to look forward to the party with equal measures of anticipation and apprehension.
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On the big night, Roberta and Jeff arrived at Helen’s place dressed to party.
Roberta wore a man-styled casual shirt and the tightest pair of dark brown leather pants she could find at the ‘adult’ clothing shop she’d visited the day before. She’d found a pair of low boots there too. Jeff had gone along with her to the store. He had thoroughly enjoyed watching a cute salesgirl struggle to adjust the side zippers of the pants, as Roberta tried them on, so that the pants were relatively easy to squeeze into but extremely tight when in place. The way they fitted over Roberta’s ass cheeks and gently rounded belly was quite wonderful, he thought. He even considered coming back to the store later, to buy a pair for himself, just to let that salesgirl give him that same sort of hands-on service. Roberta had decided to wear just one article of underwear, a pair of white panties cut high on the leg but full in the seat. Roberta wasn’t a ‘thong’ person. She felt she could risk going bra-less in the shirt she was wearing.
Jeff wore a pastel blue pinstriped dress shirt, open at the throat, and dark slacks. He had also brought a blazer with him. He carried the blazer draped over his arm, feeling that he might need it later in the evening. It was late summer, but hints of autumn were already in the air and the nights had been very cool recently.
They diplomatically left their overnight luggage in the car. It would be there if it was needed, but it might be awkward to have it in plain sight in the house if staying the night just wasn’t going to happen.
Helen met them at the door, wearing a bright red knee-length sleeveless dress with a deep-cut ‘V’ bodice and an even more dramatic open back that nearly reached the crease that divided her buttocks. Underneath it she had on her sexiest lingerie, some items of which were exposed to view by the dress’ open back, such as a black nylon bra with red lace trim and black net stockings. Her other undergarments, glimpses of which were occasionally possible as she moved about in the dress, included bikini panties and a garter belt, both of which matched the bra. Wearing the panties over the garter belt would allow her to remove the panties without having to remove the belt. She knew that some men liked her to keep the garter belt and hose on during sex. She had on red spike-heeled pumps. Frank had barely been able to restrain himself from getting it on with her even before their guests arrived.