Over twenty women showed up, mostly dressed in light summer dresses. Susanne gave a sigh of relief when the party started and Bree had not arrived.Bre..., of course, made sure to be late to make a more dramatic entrance. She and Abby arrived almost an hour into the party, well after all the generic chit-chat and cocktails that always start an affair. They came in and Abby went and hugged Aunt Susanne and apologized for being late. Bree followed giving the sexy bride-to-be a hug as well.The next. It was like we were both visiting royalty. He looked me up and down, seeming to notice my bearing, in addition to taking in the usual sights (Yes, those are my titties, and yes, that’s my ass. Thanks for inquiring).He was an older guy, late 30s or early 40s. He looked vaguely Mediterranean, kind of like Danny Thomas in those old black-and-white YouTube videos."Do I know you?" He asked, like it was a real question."Nope. I’m not from here."He studied me, then named my home town."Okay, yeah.. I told some stories for which she is really impressed. Then I asked her – what’s your fantasy. She took a long time and said now there is nothing even from hubby. So cracked some non-veg to make her normal. Now I started teasing her I m so creative I can create a fantasy for you. She replied – of course, you don’t need permission in this.We talked about many things as role plays,gangbang , threesome. She said that she is not ready for gangbang but she would like to do a threesome. I asked. Wear it, or we can just both stay home." She giggled lightly. "Trust me, hon. It'll all make sense when you see mine." Fine," he said sadly. "I'll have my car at your place at eight." His costume consisted of course brown trousers, torn ragged at the ends. A tan shirt that could have come from the Elizabethan era went with it. And a collar. A well-worn, brown leather collar. The clothing had been expertly tailored to his measurements, so everything fit perfectly. He dressed, and his driver took.