We parted for the night and agreed to set up a date for another sex party.Lydia knew of a private party, and after some research, I tracked it down. I... was a costumed event, so Lydia went shopping for a sexy corseted gown, and I got myself tricked out in sub gear, all in PVC and leather complete with a collar and dog chain. We agreed to meet for a drink the following Saturday right before the event, to get geared up for the evening and to discuss our wants for the party.What transpired at that. He kicked off his boots and took her hard and fast and dirty. It was over in minutes.No worries. Round two would commence shortly. After that, who knew? The night stretched out before them like an empty highway.Afterward they lay next to each other, young blood thrumming in their veins, drops of hot sweat forming on the surface of their skin in large round beads. The ancient air conditioner groaned arhythmically, laboring under the scorching high desert heat.“I can’t take that racket anymore,”. I was hoping this Friday wouldn’t be any different.I have thought about helping him out but he can be such an ass and I’m sure he would use it against me. Although, he does seem to be a big guy where it matters and I do like a big one every now and then. But none of that matters since he has a scheduled thing and I don’t really want him knowing about my secret.The mailman came early Friday afternoon and as soon as the door closed behind him I was in the back room opening my treasures. The first. The top was soft and silky and had a sheer looking quality to it. The bottom skirt had a slit that rode up pretty high on her thigh and showed off her gorgeous legs.“I, yes, I like it very much. Your husband is one lucky guy!” I replied.“He's one late guy. He was supposed to meet me here fifteen minutes ago. I've had to start without him,” she said, nodding at her martini.At first I was a bit confused. I know she told me an hour and I actually beat that time, so I figured out it was all part of.