The Red Shoes - Alison's Story (Erotic Romance) (The Naughty Nights House Party Series) Read Free

would be welcome to come with him to see what it was
like. She vaguely recalled agreeing enthusiastically to be his partner for the
evening at the next party which was this coming Friday.
    He
was so classically beautiful and interesting she thought she would have agreed
to anything at that moment just to gaze into his brown eyes again; mountain
climbing, deep sea diving, freefall parachuting, hang gliding; anything!
    What
a fool I am, she thought, a swingers party is something I would never have
considered without the best part of a bottle of that good red wine inside me. Now
I know why alcohol is sometimes referred to as ‘the demon drink’!
    After
two mugs of strong coffee and a lot of soul searching, Alison had decided that
her life had become staid and unexciting, she needed some fun. What had she got
to lose by going to the party? Maybe it was just what she needed to spice up
her life a bit. No-one need ever know except the two of them.
    “Right,
that’s it, decision made,” she said to Patty and Penny, her pretty fawn whippets,
“I’m off to a party.” The girls wagged their tails enthusiastically hoping for
a treat.
    Now
the decision had been made, she realised that she needed something to wear. She
had not bought any new clothes since Andrew had died so took another day off
work and, after the dog walker had picked up Patty and Penny, headed into
Manchester to look for a suitable outfit. But what was suitable for these parties,
was it casual, formal - what?
    She
wished she could have taken one of her daughters along on the shopping trip for
moral support and an honest opinion, but she was on her own. Her girls would
have been horrified that their mother would even consider going to any sort of party with a man she didn’t really know all that much about. If they
had known it was a swingers party – well, it didn’t bear thinking about.
    She
had no idea what to buy but, after a long search, decided on a simple black dress
with thin spaghetti straps and a very sexy (and expensive) pair of red patent
leather stilettos with matching red bag. She also bought some chunky costume
jewellery; a necklace with large red gemstones and a pair of matching earrings
with smaller red gemstones along with a thin red patent leather belt to
complete the look.
    Satisfied
she had something good to wear; Alison went to the hotel to pick up her car
before heading home to try on her new, sexy outfit.
    Standing
in front of the full length mirror she pulled the black dress over her head and
smoothed it down over her body. Then she slipped her feet into the outrageous
red shoes that had cost more than the dress. She looked at herself from all
angles. I don’t look too bad for a widowed mother of two grownup daughters, she
thought, wondering what they would say if they saw her now.
    To
make sure she looked and felt her best, Alison rang the hairdresser and made an
appointment for Friday to have her roots done; it wouldn’t do to have even a
tiny strand of grey hair showing.
    Right,
I’m all organised now, she thought, still nervous about the outing.
    The
next couple of days were filled with indecision, should she ring Dominic and
cancel or should she just ‘bite the bullet’ and go?
    She
spent a lot of time putting a case together for both options but before she
knew it she was at the hairdressers having her hair done and Dominic would be
picking her up in two hours.
    Dominic knocked on the door at five to six
but Alison been ready for ages and, she thought, looking rather spectacular for
a middle aged woman, although she could have done with a bit more practice
walking in her new red shoes. She had worn them a couple of times round the
house, but they had much higher heels than her normal sensible shoes. She just
hoped the evening didn’t include a visit to an emergency department after
breaking her ankle falling off her shoes.
    “Wow,”
he said as she opened the door, “You look amazing!”
    “Why
thank you kind sir,” she