Well, I Wasn't Expecting That...!
A wife-swapping evening doesn’t quite go according to plan.
Ding-dong! The front door bell rang, announcing the arrival of our guests. ‘You want to get that?’ I yelled to my husband. I was busy in the kitchen, finishing off the hors d'oeuvres. I was also nervous as hell, and not sure what on earth I was doing. We were about to have guests, and I’d made a decision on an outfit that I was suddenly very unsure of. I was wearing black stockings and suspenders with four inch heels, a b...