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

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Author: Sophie Shearer
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said flippantly, “you don’t look too shabby yourself.”
In fact he looked absolutely gorgeous in dark trousers and a crisp, white open
neck shirt, but Alison was too shy to say so.
    Thankfully
Dominic took her arm as they walked down the path to his car. He opened the
door for her and waited until she was seated comfortably before taking his place
behind the wheel of the big black Mercedes.
    Alison
settled back in her seat for the hour long drive to their destination.
    “Are
you absolutely sure you want to do this?” asked Dominic.
    “No,
but I’m going to anyway,” she said with more confidence than she felt. “Just
don’t leave without me.”
    “Of
course I won’t.”
    They
made good time and in less than an hour they were pulling into the courtyard
and parking at the end of a line of cars. One or two were very expensive but
generally they were run-of-the-mill family salon cars. 
    Dominic
got out and ran round to open Alison’s door. How very chivalrous thought Alison,
it’s a shame he can’t be my partner for the night; I’m not sure I really want
to swap.

 
    Chapter
4
     
    After
Jenny had left them to answer the door they each picked up a glass of red wine from
the silver tray set on the long hall table. Dominic took Alison’s hand and led
her into a large drawing room. They stood together sipping their wine just
inside the door; she thought it was the perfect place to check out the other
guests without seeming too obvious.
    More
people were arriving and the elegant room was filling up quickly, although it
wasn’t yet too crowded.
    Alison
scanned the intimately lit room quickly hoping no-one noticed she was checking
them out. As she had not known what to expect, she was interested to see that
everyone looked normal; just like the people she saw going into the local wine
bar when she was on her way to the highlight of her social life, the monthly
book club evening.
    They
were not rolling about on the floor naked nor were they dressed head to toe in
leather, carrying whips, bottom beaters or bondage stuff. There were no
handcuffs or chains peeping out from handbags or pockets and no-one wore a
leather mask. If you had just wandered in you would never have known why all
these people were here. It looked just like a casual cocktail party – if there
was such a thing.
    But
maybe they were all staying the weekend and had that sort of stuff packed in
their overnight bags or possibly she was suffering from an over active
imagination and it was just straight sex that people came for. It made her
smile to think how ridiculous she would look in a figure hugging leather
bodysuit and thigh high leather boots; she was definitely not joining that
club!
    One
of the two comfy looking sofas placed either side of the large marble fireplace
had four people squashed onto it who were chatting easily to each other. The
other was occupied by just one couple, their body language suggesting they
weren’t entirely comfortable with the situation. Alison thought maybe it was
their first time too because they looked just like she felt; embarrassed,
unsure and nervous.
    The
eight chairs round the highly polished oval table at the far end of the large
room were already occupied by a variety of people who were busy drinking wine
and gossiping like old friends. Interestingly there were five women and three
men.
    So,
thought Alison, it is not just couples who come to these events, I really have
led a very sheltered life.
    It
was vaguely unsettling because she had been under the impression that everyone
simply exchanged partners. Wasn’t a swingers party just another name for wife
swapping? Obviously, thought Alison, things have moved on since I first heard
of wife swapping parties.
    The
heavy damask curtains were drawn together across the large window to shut out
the light of the warm summer evening, making the room glow with the dimmed
lighting and scented candles dotted around the room.
    There
were four more people by the grand

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