The following Friday, a bunch of people were going to a house party with some friends. As I was getting ready, a text came in, “See you tonight. I w...nt you to wear a pair of loose fitting khaki pants. Tonight is the night. Be ready.” I responded back, “What do you mean?” and there was no reply. I was already dressed, but I made an excuse to go change from jeans to the khaki pants. My heart was racing, wondering what was going on and what might happen. As I was about to get in the car, another. After a few drinks you start to relax and chat to different people, not knowing how you end up talking to the blonde and have trouble stopping yourself looking at her almost naked body and keep track of the conversation, suddenly you realize she asked you a question, stammering an apology you ask her what she said, ‘ I just asked if you were alone here tonight’ she says, you explain what happened and she sympathizes with you, ‘not to worry I’m sure we can make the party enjoyable for you,….’. I had brought a wide range of lingerie as I wasn’t quite sure how to pack. I had conservative briefs and bras, a couple of Vanity Fair nylon nightgowns, cami and panty sets, a short pink satin chemise, and I also brought a white satin and lace bra and panty set with matching garters from Vicky’s. When I walked in I noticed any of these would fit in with what the group was wearing in the living room. I striped out of my jeans and shirt and took my everyday plain black bikini panties off and. I knew that the motivating factor was her best friend's recent divorce. My wife, Sheri, saw her best friend, Anita, shopping at expensive department stores, going out on dates with a variety of men, getting dressed up, being catered to and entertained at someone else's expense. Anita's divorce settlement also enabled her to live an upscale lifestyle. The rumor mill had it that she was sexually active, fucking on first dates and having affairs with several married co-workers.This way of life.