Party For Three

It was an error. A mistake. A stuff up.

‘I’m here for the party,’ the chap said when Sharon answered the door.

‘The party?’

‘Yes.’ And then, perhaps realising that the house behind Sharon was remarkably quite for somewhere that a party was supposed to be taking place, the chap frowned slightly and looked at his watch. ‘Am I… am I early?’ he asked.

‘Early?’

‘Yes. For the party. I thought that it started at seven.’

‘What party?’ Sharon asked.

‘You know… the… umm, party. Nod-nod, wink-wink.’ The chap reached inside his jacket pocket and produced a folded invitation which he held up for Sharon to see.

Sharon shook her head. ‘No party here. Not that I know of. Wrong address perhaps?’ she suggested.

‘Wrong address?’ The chap peered past Sharon at the number on the door behind her, and then he looked again at the invitation. ‘Oh. Yes. Wrong number. Wrong house. Sorry.’ And then he added: ‘But this is Newton Place, right?’

Sharon shook her head. ‘Newton Place? No. I’m not even sure I know where Newton Place is,’ she said.

‘Oh. So… not even close then?’

‘Probably not,’ Sharon told him.

The chap nodded and looked at the invitation again. And then he put the invitation back inside his jacket. ‘Yes. Well… I’m sorry to disturb you,’ he said. He was just about to turn away when he frowned slightly and said: ‘Look, I, umm… I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but I notice that you’re… well… naked.’

Sharon smiled. ‘Yeah. I am,’ she said. ‘Nice of you to notice.’

The chap nodded. ‘Are you normally? Naked, I mean.’

‘Normally?’

‘Well… do you normally dress — or not dress — like this?’

‘Not all the time,’ Sharon said. ‘Not so much in winter. But at this time of the year…. It’s quite nice being naked when the weather’s a bit warmer.’

The chap nodded again. ‘Yes. It’s been rather pleasant today, hasn’t it? I got up this morning, had a shower, and got dressed — as normal — but perhaps I didn’t need to. Perhaps I could have just stayed as I was. Perhaps I could have just stayed naked. Perhaps I could have just… well… as I say: stayed naked. You know. Just pretended that I was at one of those nudist resort places. One of those beaches. Or whatever.’

‘Perhaps you could have,’ Sharon said. ‘Sometimes it’s nice to get dressed — dressed up, even — but at other times….’

‘Yes, it would probably have been a good day to be naked,’ the chap said. ‘A good day to have just let it all hang out — if you see what I mean. Although, of course, I would still have had to get dressed to come out this evening. I would still have needed to get dressed to catch the bus.’

Sharon nodded. ‘Probably,’ she said.

‘I hope that you don’t mind me saying,’ the chap said, ‘but being naked suits you. You, umm… wear it well, as they say. You look good. You look sexy.’

‘Thank you,’ Sharon said.

‘You have nice breasts. Nice boobs. And a nice bush. I do like a woman with a bit of bush.’

‘Yes. The bloke that’s writing this story does too,’ Sharon said.

‘Story?’

‘Yes. I’m in a story. Didn’t you realise?’

‘Oh. No. I didn’t. Although I suppose that I should have. There was a sign somewhere, wasn’t there?’ And then he said: ‘Does this mean that I’ll be in the story too?’

‘You could be,’ Sharon told him. ‘Unless you get cut out in one of the edits. Although I don’t think that you will be. Cut out, I mean.’

‘I don’t think that I’ve ever been in a story before,’ the chap said. ‘Have you?’

‘I have. Yes.’

‘What was it like?’

‘It was fun. A bit weird. But fun. I got to go to a supper at a castle. With some toffs who were into seriously kinky stuff. And I had to wear a corselet. And no knickers.’

‘Oh? Does the bloke writing this story like corselets?’

‘I think that he must do,’ Sharon said. ‘The old-fashioned open-fronted kind.’

‘And he likes bush.’

Sharon nodded. ‘He’s an older chap,’ she said. ‘I don’t think that he ever took to the bald pussy look. But that’s OK with me. I quite like a bit of natural bush too.’

The chap nodded.

Look… are we going to stand out here all night?’ Sharon asked. ‘Or do you want to come inside?’

‘I don’t know. What do you think?’

‘I think it’s starting to get a bit chilly standing here on the doorstep, that’s what I think.’

The chap nodded. ‘OK,’ he said.

Sharon went back into the house and the chap followed. ‘I’m having a glass of wine,’ Sharon said. ‘Would you like one?’

‘Wine? Umm…. Have you got any beer?’ the chap asked.

‘I’m not sure,’ Sharon said. ‘Sam’s characters normally drink wine.’

‘Sam? Who’s Sam? Your husband? Your boyfriend?’

‘Sam’s the writer who writes this stuff. I think he writes other stuff too. Serious stuff. But he just writes this stuff for a bit of fun. I’ll go and see if he has put any beer in the fridge.’ Sharon went off and returned a few minutes later with a couple of tiger-striped cans. ‘Mango Milkshake Pale Ale,’ she said, reading off the can. ‘I have no idea what it’s like. But at least it’s local. Are you sure that you don’t just want a glass of wine?’

‘Mango Milkshake. It sounds interesting,’ the chap said. ‘I’ll give it a go. Thank you. Do I need to take my clothes off?’

‘I think that Sam might want you to,’ Sharon said.

‘Oh? Is Sam gay?’

‘No.’

‘Bi then?’

‘I don’t think so. But he does seem to be a bit of voyeur. He seems to like people being naked — especially older people. Normal people. Maybe just take your trousers off for now. And your jacket, of course. But you can keep your T-shirt on. If you like. Oh, and I’m Sharon, by the way.’

‘I’m Michael,’ the chap said. ‘Although most people call me Mikey.’

Sharon nodded, and watched as Mikey removed his jacket, his shoes, and then his trousers. ‘Better?’ she said.

‘Yeah. I think so,’ Mikey said. ‘I just… umm….’ And he ‘organised’ his half-hard cock.

‘You’re getting a bit of a stiffy there,’ Sharon said.

‘Yeah. Is that OK?’

‘It’s OK with me,’ Sharon said. ‘I like watching blokes getting a stiffy. Getting hard. Especially if it’s me that’s helping to get them hard. Your cock looks pretty nice. I might want to play with it later.’

‘You can play with it now — if you want to,’ Mikey said.

‘No, not just now,’ Sharon said. ‘I need to go and put on some stockings. I’m expecting a friend.’

‘Oh. Sorry. I didn’t realise. Do I need to put my trousers back on?’

‘No. I think my friend will like you just as you are. She likes looking at cocks. But I might just go and put some stockings on.’

Mikey frowned but nodded.

‘I won’t be a moment,’ Sharon told him.

Sharon went off and returned a few minutes later wearing white stockings held up by a plain white six-strap suspender belt. She was also wearing white high-heeled shoes. ‘What do you think?’ she asked Mikey.

‘Fucking sexy,’ he said.

‘Well that’s the idea,’ Sharon told him. And then the doorbell went. ‘Oh… that’ll be Clarissa,’ Sharon said. And she went off to answer the door.

Clarissa was taller than Sharon. (Mind you, Sharon wasn’t particularly tall.) And Clarissa was probably a little older too. Late fifties perhaps? And, perhaps strangely for a fine evening, she was wearing a raincoat. A sort of pale olive-green trench coat. She looked a little like a femme fatale from an old war movie.

‘Clarissa, this is Mikey,’ Sharon said when they returned. ‘Mikey was on his way to a party. But he got lost.’

‘Oh well… he’s got a cock,’ Clarissa said, nodding in the direction of Mikey’s half-hard stiffy. ‘He can party with us.’

‘Exactly. That’s what I thought,’ Sharon said. ‘Now… can I get you a glass of wine?’

‘Thank you,’ Clarissa said. ‘That would be nice.’

While Sharon went off to get more wine, Clarissa removed her raincoat. Underneath, she too was wearing a suspender belt and stockings. Navy blue, in her case. And the suspender belt had a little hot pink bow in the middle. But that was all she was wearing. No frock. No bra. No knickers. ‘This party you were going to…?’ she said to Mikey.

‘Party?’

‘Sharon said that you were going to a party.’

‘Oh… yes. Some people I got talking to in the pub. They belong to some sort of group, some sort of club. Mainly couples. But, once a month, they invite a few singles. They said that the singles need to be bi. So that they can swing either way. I’m really more bi-curious than full-on bi. But I thought that I could give it a go. You know… you never know until you give it a try, do you? However, I seem to have got the wrong address. Newton Place? Does that ring any bells?’

Clarissa shook her head.

‘Perhaps it was all just a bit of a laugh,’ Mikey said.

Clarissa nodded. ‘Oh well… I’m sure that Sharon and I can fit you in somewhere.’ And then she laughed.

When Sharon returned with the wine, she looked the newly semi-naked Clarissa up and down approvingly and smiled. ‘Yes, very nice,’ she said. And then she ran her hand over Clarissa’s bum and kissed her on the lips. ‘So, what do you think, Mikey?’ she asked. ‘Is Clarissa fuckworthy?’

Mikey smiled and nodded.

‘Play your cards, and who knows?’ Sharon said. Then she ran her hand over Clarissa’s tummy before running her fingers through Clarissa’s bush. ‘Oh yes,’ Sharon said, and she stretched out her pleasure finger and let it slide between Clarissa’s swelling cunt lips. As Mikey looked on, Clarissa returned the favour, letting her own pleasure finger slide between Sharon’s sweet cunt lips.

Without thinking about it too much, Mikey took his cock in hand and ‘helped’ it to grow a little more.

‘Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?’ Sharon said, ‘Clarissa and I can sit on the couch, and, Mikey, you can sit in the chair opposite us.’

They all took up their positions: Sharon and Clarissa on the couch and Mikey on the chair opposite. And then, as if on some secret signal, Sharon and Clarissa began to masturbate. Slowly at first. Gently. But then building up the pace, working their hairy cunts with their fingers. ‘You too,’ Sharon told Mikey.

‘Oh. Yeah. Right,’ he said, taking his cock in hand again and starting to pump.

‘Sam’s a big fan of mutual masturbation,’ Sharon said. ‘Solo’s OK too. Well… more than OK. But he reckons that doing it with someone else is even better. What do you think, Mikey? Is he right?’