We had always wanted an old house in a nice area of Edinburgh, but who would have guessed how things would work out? We got the house - an old stone-built Victorian terrace in Trinity - but not long after we bought it Rob was made redundant. With the Edinburgh property market the way it is we knew that it would be next to impossible for us to sell without making a huge loss. I could take a long time telling you about how we tried to solve the problem - but this story is about what we did do - certainly not what we expected to be doing when we moved in! This is a true story and we are still writing it...
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Rob answered the door for the first couple - I'll call them Drew and Aileen. Rob took their coats and ushered them into the lounge. Drinks were set out on a table at the side of the room and Rob set up a drink for each of them while he checked that they were clear on the ground rules for the evening.
I was watching from the dining room and could see that Drew was in a dark suit with a white pressed shirt open at the collar. Average height, but he was well groomed and clearly took care of himself. His partner Aileen was a slim brunette poured into a dark green cocktail dress, her bobbed hair pushed back to show off demure pearl earrings. Both of them looked a little nervous, but a lot less nervous than I would have been in their shoes.
Next to arrive were Donald and Bryony. Rob took coats and sorted out drinks as before. Donald was tall and wearing a light grey suit with a pale pink shirt and pale blue tie. His hair was thinning on top, but close cropped in the way that I like. She was a pale blonde and was wearing a scoop neck top and pencil skirt. The top was pulled tight across her chest emphasising the shape of her breasts.
The two couples made small talk while we waited for the third couple to arrive. We had been precise about times and were getting a little worried that they might not show. But five minutes later the doorbell went for a third time. Rob swept them in and introduced them to the group already in the lounge.
Chris and Kate were a little younger than the other two couples, a little younger than they had looked in their photos. He was smartly turned out in a suit and shirt like the other men. She was wearing a slinky dress covered in tiny mirror tiles so she shimmered in the light. Looked as though she could be Kate Winslet's sister (which is why I have called her Kate here). They looked more nervous than the other two which might explain why they were late.
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We had advertised the event on the web and invited people to apply by email with a photo and some personal information. We had no real idea what we were doing or how it would work, but tried to appear as professional as possible. The deal was that each couple would pay Β£200 for the evening for dinner, drinks and anything else that was on offer. No promises and some clear rules on how the evening would be managed that people had to sign up to in advance. People needed to be clear about what they were getting into.
I was surprised how many applications we received - more than 20 - and mostly from good-looking couples who looked as though they were in their late twenties or thirties. Rob had said it would all be people in their forties and fifties trying to put a bit of spice back into their lives. He couldn't have been more wrong. True there were one or two that matched that description, but they were the exception. We set a date and selected three couples for the first evening - Β£600 minus expenses in the bank - a big contribution to the mortgage!
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Rob reminded everyone to be careful about personal information and names. In setting up the evening we had been clear that people would not have to say who they really were because we knew that anonymity was important. He explained how the evening would be structured - we would go through for a light meal and there would be some warm up games. After that we would see how things developed. Nobody was required to do anything that they weren't comfortable with, but people should also be comfortable to say what they did want. People could trust each other.
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Places were set in the dining room with name plates. Like any good dinner party we had split up the couples to add interest. Rob sat at one end of the table with me at the other.
When we were seated Rob rang the bell by his wine glass. This was the signal for Jim and Adrienne to come in. They were our waiter and waitress for the evening.
Jim was someone that Rob had worked with before who had been made redundant at the same time. He was a little younger and good looking in a boyish sort of way. When Rob had told him about the idea and asked if he would help he had been grateful for the opportunity to make a little money.
The waitress Adrienne had been a little harder to recruit. We had asked an agency to offer us a choice of staff telling them we were a introduction agency that arranged dinner parties for singles - we couldn't tell them what we were really up to. When Rob and I had done the interviews we had tried to assess which of the girls would be prepared for what our parties might involve.
None of them had seemed exactly right, but Adrienne seemed the best bet. We decided that we would tell her before the evening so that we could make other plans if it wasn't going to work out. She was a language student in the city trying to earn a little extra money to get by while she stayed in Edinburgh. When I explained what the dinner party was really about she looked a little uncertain, but said ok. After all she was only going to be a waitress for the evening.
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Adrienne set out the starters while Jim poured wine. We had decided to keep the food light to as not to interfere with the evenings main purpose. I was to lead conversation over the first course - which was also the starter for the evenings events.
Rob and I had talked about this before. What we wanted to do was to raise the temperature a little, but not let things get too carried away. The clear rule for the first course was talk only. This game would have two rounds and was quite straightforward. I explained that I would begin by telling the table something that turned me on then we would go round the table in turn until it got to me again.
"I like it when Rob strokes my nipples when we are having sex" I said.
As soon as I said it I blushed. Up until then I had just thought about this as a business venture that we had planned and organised, but now I had told a group of strangers something personal about me and I realised what we were doing was for real. Trying to keep myself together I turned to Drew on my right.
"Your turn and be honest, because it might happen for you later."
Drew looked a little sheepish, but had paid his money and wasn't going to back down.
"I like it when Aileen licks the bit on the underside of my cock - you know the bit where the head joins the shaft. It makes me so hard."
He smiled nervously and looked at his partner. She caught his eye and looked away nervously. It would be her turn soon.
"Now Bryony. What do you like?"
"I like it when Donald takes me from behind. He has a great cock and completely fills me up so that I feel it deep inside."
Bryony said this with a degree of confidence that I hadn't expected so early in the evening. But I was intrigued and wanted to see Donald's cock for myself. Now it was Chris's turn.
"Kate climbs on top of me and rides me hard. That gets me off."
Now we had reached the end of the table and it was Rob's turn. I had no idea what he was going to say and having heard myself tell the table that I liked it when he stroked my nipples during sex I was a little nervous about what secret he might share. It was like a far out game of Mr and Mrs.
"I like it when Jane talks dirty to me during sex."
I blushed again. I had found it hard to do at first, but began to get into when I saw the effect that it had on Rob. But I still felt a little guilty about him telling everyone and anyway this was meant to be about him, not about me.
Anyway people seemed to be warming up as we went round the table. Now it was Aileen
"I get turned on when Drew is rough with me"
People exchanged looks and she looked worried -
"No, not for real, play rough, you know"
Now it was Donald. He looked a little more confident.
"I like to watch myself fuck Bryony in the mirror."