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#Warning - this story includes some m/m action as well as women with multiple partners.

Over the days after Christy received the text from Hugo she got a bit pissed off with me for constantly talking about 'what the gathering might entail', so much so I had to take a massive step back; although it was constantly in my thoughts.

Then, on the Tuesday night she received another text; this one telling her that a double room had been booked and paid for at the same hotel we'd previously stayed in and she would be picked up outside at 6.30 and to wear 'sexy black high heels' and 'make sure you have some pubes on show' and nothing else, bar a long coat.

WOW! We both thought the same ... WOW .... Fucking WOW! Although neither of us could work out why.

So; on the Saturday evening we sat nervously in the hotel bar, where my wife quickly knocked back three G&T's.

As the allotted time neared another couple alighted the lift where the tall blonde woman was wearing a long black leather trench-coat that was buttoned up to her neck.

Her husband went to the bar as she scoped the room, finally spotting my wife, nodded then made her way over to our booth.

"Are you going to Hugo's?" she asked. Christy looked at me for clarification, then nodded in the affirmative. "Your first time?" she continued while crossing her long legs and letting the coat fall open well above her knees exposing her silky thigh.

Christy nodded again and took a sip of her drink.

Looking my wife up and down the woman smiled, "Don't worry ... you'll be fine ... popular; but fine." "What do you mean?" Christy croaked through her dry throat. "As I say, don't worry." she arrogantly shrugged and took a glass of wine from her casually dressed husband who nodded 'hello' then sat down next to me. "Did they tell you what will happen tonight?" Christy shook her head. The woman leaned in, "I'm Elly by the way and he's Mason; these parties are never the same; but generally we have to dress up in some outfit they supply, then walk around serving drinks and snacks to maybe 20 or 30 'acquaintances' of Hugo. It's a sort of a networking thing; but they all pay top dollar to be there.... because we are there." As she took a long sip of wine she looked as if she was going to say something more, before changing her mind then asking, "What's your story?" I shrugged my shoulders and Christy shook her head, "what do you mean?"

The woman smiled then sighed, "he ran up a huge fucking debt with Hugo trying to pay off his gambling problem .... so now, as well as having to find £500 a month, here I am doing my bit to pay it off month by fucking month until January."

She then sneered at her husband who dropped his head with embarrassment. "and you?" "Nothing like that." Christy grinned, "we met him and Jesse at a club a few weeks ago and .... oh"... she looked at me and I smiled and nodded, "I went back to an apartment with them ... for a ... party."

"But you weren't invited?" the woman smirked at me, it was now my turn to be embarrassed as I shook my head, "so you're a cuckold as well then, I presume?" I tried not to smile too much as I nodded.

Elly was much taller than my wife, maybe 5ft 8 in her heels, and looked about 40. She was very attractive with shoulder length blonde hair and must have been a beauty in her younger days. Mason looked like he'd been a good looker too, but now a man who'd lived a life that had took a toll on him, making his hair greyer than it should be alongside one of those beards that look somewhere between hipster and 'too lazy to shave', plus he had many 'worry lines' on his downtrodden face. His sweatshirt and combats did him no favours as his flabby stomach poked out between the two.

At exactly 6.30 Jesse appeared and nodded in our direction. After

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